Sucked
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A/N: This chapter is so *insert adjective here*
P.S. My longest chapter ever. You're welcome.
Chapter 5: Stories past
Pixie POV
When I woke up I wasn't in my room. Where was I? Then suddenly, yesterday's adventure came back to me.
'Morning Pixie." said Esme. "I made you breakfast." I looked at the tray she was holding.
"Oh" I felt like a total ass. "I'm not trying to be rude or anything but I don't eat in the morning." It was a habit I picked up in England. When we had exams for a week I was so nervous I would throw up if I ate or drank anything but coffee,( I wasn't a tea kind of person).
"It's okay" she said. Do you want anything to drink?"
"Coffee"
She came back almost instantly with a tray, and for some weird reason Emmett followed her in.
"Morning sprite" he said in his booming voice.
I ignored him and started pouring milk in my coffee. I just finished adding the sugar when Emmett let out a yell of surprise.
"What?" I asked.
"Whoa, you just put seven sugars in your coffee."
"And so?"
"Now I see why you are so hyper."
I childishly stuck out my tongue at him.
"Emmett why are you here?" I asked
"Carlisle called a meeting and he wants you to be there." he said.
"Okay. See you there."
"Bye, Pix."
I finished my coffee quickly.
"Alice" I said in a normal voice.
"Yes" she said from the door.
"I need something to wear." As soon as I said that her face lit up. She skipped away happily and was back in seconds with a long sleeved blue shirt and black skinny jeans. I put them on and we headed down.
"Great, the two pixies are here." Emmett said. Alice ran over again and smacked him again. She sat by me as Carlisle began speaking.
"Pixie he began I think you'd better tell us what you know about us."
"Okay" I began. "I know everything about you. I know everything about your world. Even something you don't know."
"Like?" Carlisle asked.
"I know what Tanya's mother's name was. I know something I can't tell you for your safety. And I know some things about your life you've never told anyone."
"Can you give an example of that last one?" Alice asked.
"Alice I know who your creator was, why he did it and why he walked away."
"Who? Why? How?" she asked curiosity burning in her voice.
"It's a long story" I said." That I am going to tell to only you."
She looked disappointed.
"Don't worry I will tell you later I promise" I said solemnly.
"Thank you." She said smiling a smile wider than I ever thought possible.
"Sorry to interrupt" Carlisle said "but to see how much you know about us you need to tell us someone's story."
"I'll tell Edward's story" I said "Carlisle found you in a hospital in the summer of 1918. You were seventeen, and dying of the Spanish influenza. Carlisle had been turning over an idea in his mind for several years, and he had almost decided to act — since he couldn't find a companion, he would create one. There was no hope for Edward; he was left in a ward with the dying. Carlisle had nursed his parents, and knew he was alone. He pondered over what he was doing for a long time. But in the end it was Edward's mother who made up his mind." My voice was almost a whisper. I stared unseeingly out the window to the clouded sky.
"Her name was Elizabeth. Elizabeth Masen. Edward's father, Edward Senior, never regained consciousness in the hospital. He died in the first wave of the influenza. But Elizabeth was alert until almost the very end. Edward looks a great deal like her–she had that same strange bronze shade to her hair, and her eyes were exactly the same color green. Elizabeth worried obsessively over her son. She hurt her own chances of survival trying to nurse him from her sickbed. Carlisle expected that he would go first, he was so much worse off than she was. When the end came for her, it was very quick. It was just after sunset, and Carlisle had arrived to relieve the doctors who'd been working all day. That was a hard time to pretend–there was so much work to be done, and he had no need of rest. How he hated to go back to his house, to hide in the dark and pretend to sleep while so many were dying. Carlisle went to check Elizabeth and her son first. He'd grown attached–always a dangerous thing to do considering the fragile nature of humans. He could see at once that she'd taken a bad turn. The fever was raging out of control, and her body was too weak to fight anymore. She didn't look weak, though, when she glared up at him from her cot. "Save him!' she commanded me in the hoarse voice that was all her throat could manage." I'll do everything in my power,' he promised her, taking her hand. The fever was so high, she probably couldn't even tell how unnaturally cold his felt. Everything felt cold to her skin. "You must," she insisted, clutching at his hand with enough strength that he wondered if she wouldn't pull through the crisis after all. Her eyes were hard, like stones, like emeralds. 'You must do everything in your power. What others cannot do, that is what you must do for my Edward. It frightened Carlisle. She looked at him with those piercing eyes, and, for one instant, he felt certain that she knew his secret. Then the fever overwhelmed her, and she never regained consciousness. She died within an hour of making her demand. Carlisle had spent decades considering the idea of creating a companion for himself. Just one other creature who could really know him, rather than what he pretended to be. But he could never justify it to myself–doing what had been done to him. There Edward lay, dying. It was clear that he had only hours left. Beside him, his mother, her face somehow not yet peaceful, not even in death. He looked at Edward; there was something pure and good about his face. The kind of face he would have wanted his son to have. After all those years of indecision, Carlisle simply acted on a whim. He wheeled his mother to the morgue first, and then came back for him. No one noticed that he was still breathing. There weren't enough hands, enough eyes, to keep track of half of what the patients needed. The morgue was empty–of the living, at least. Carlisle stole him out the back door, and carried him across the rooftops back to his home."
"W-o-w" Emmett said stretching the word into three syllables. "I've never that story in that way."
"Even I've never heard that story like that." Edward said
"How do you know this?" Carlisle asked curiously.
"It's amazing what an author will write for several million fan girls."
"Were you one of them?" Emmett asked.
"Well, duoy." It was so obvious. "So am I done with cross-examination now?"
"Yes" answered Alice. "NOW I TAKE YOU SHOPPING!!!!!!!!" we bounced in perfect synchronization.