Chapter 7 – Sunshine, Poetry And Sparkles
A/N – Apologies for the late update. It's been a hectic few days. This chapter is really just filler, it probably could have gone into chapter 6 but I didn't think of it when I wrote that chapter. Anyway, this is just something to keep y'all occupied until I write out the next chapter and I promise the next one won't be so short.
Alice sat on the porch swing, legs splayed out across the bench. Bella was curled up against her, head resting on the seer's chest, her own legs entangled over Alice's. One hand had found purchase on the hem of the vampire's shirt and fingers wound itself around the material as she allowed the dulcet tones of Alice's voice to lull her into a semi-drowsy state.
"To see a world in a grain of sand / And heaven in a wild flower / Hold infinity in the palm of your hand / And eternity in an hour"
"William Blake," Bella mumbled in approval, rubbing her cheek against Alice's shirt.
Alice glanced down at her charge, eyebrow arched. "You know your poetry. A woman after my own heart," she teased, though she was unsurprised by Bella's knowledge. A faint heat emanated through her shirt, no doubt from Bella's sudden blush at her words. Alice simply smiled before continuing.
Breakfast had been an uneventful affair save for the fact that it was an unusually sunny day in Forks. Though swollen gray clouds, played tag across sky, occasionally blurring out the sun, rays of light still cut through, throwing the backyard into an ethereal glow. Alice had wasted no time in dragging Bella out for a good dose of fresh air and sunshine after breakfast, insisting that the girl needed to gain some color back onto her cheeks.
"Every morn and every night / Some are born to sweet delight / Some are born to sweet delight / Some are born to endless night"
Alice paused as Bella shifted slightly against her, sighing softly, sleepily. "Don't I make an uncomfortable perch?" Alice couldn't help but query. Her skin was granite hard after all and just as cold.
Bella shook her head, fighting the fog of sleep that threatened to send her under. "You're very comfortable," she assured. To emphasize her point she blindly reached for Alice's hand, tugging it across her waist. She let loose a sub-vocal purr as the pixie vampire began smoothing circles over her stomach.
The two sat in comfortable silence; it draped over them like a warm blanket and Bella was content to fall asleep in Alice's arms when a shard of sunlight shot through the clouds and drenched the pair in light. Bella gasped lightly as she saw Alice's skin sparkle through heavy lidded eyes. It was as if thousands of diamonds had embedded itself into Alice's skin; it glittered and twinkled like stars in the night sky. Wordlessly, Bella traced a wondrous finger over the vampire's arm, marveling at its smoothness and cold texture.
"Wow," she murmured. She twisted her body around, craning her head up to look at Alice's face, which sparkled, setting off her midnight black hair. Bella could not help but run inquisitive fingers down Alice's cheek; the seer's eyes closed involuntarily at the touch. "You're so pretty," Bella breathed out. She felt as though she was in the presence of something mystical; Alice's beauty was entrancing. The moment was broken was a stubborn blob of cloud planted itself over that shard of light. The pair were thrown back into the shadows and the shimmery quality of Alice's skin faded away.
Alice stared at Bella, her emotions suddenly so overwhelming that she was rendered speechless. Only Bella would find her beautiful in the sun; the sun that revealed her true nature. Even after having been tortured mercilessly by vampires, Bella still found the beauty within. How did she ever get so lucky? "You are something else, Bella," Alice whispered reverently. She reached down to tucked an errant strand of chestnut colored hair behind Bella's ear.
Bella was thankful that she kept her blush in check. A smile flitted across her lips and she tucked her head back under Alice's chin, gesturing at the book that dangled from Alice's hand. The vampire nuzzled her cheek against Bella's sweet smelling hair before complying. Tugging the book back up to eye-level, Alice resume her recital of William Blake's haunting poetry.
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Disclaimer – Poetry belongs to Mr. William Blake. I do not take credit for it, I was just borrowing it.