1944 – Bella
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His hands had a vice grip on my face. And in return my hands had a vice grip on his.
My cheeks were wet from crying. His eyes were intense, his brow furrowed.
"Don't die." I choked. My entire body was trembling. "Promise me you won't die."
"I love you Bella." Was all he said in answer. He kissed me. His lips hard against mine.
"I love you." He repeated.
I loved that he loved my Christmas pie. I loved that he loved the scent of my hair, that it reminded him of summer. I loved the shape of his brows and the angle of his jaw. I loved the texture of his hair and the feel of his hands on my skin. I loved that he loved me enough to love me.
"We need to go! The patrols can come by any second!" Jacob whispered.
Edward made a move to release my face. I held his hands tighter.
"I love you." A third time, and my lips a soft cry.
He kissed my lips, and briefly hugged me to his chest.
Then he slowly released me and turned around, following Jacobs lead.
I bit my knuckles to muffle my sounds. I allowed myself a few seconds to watch them disappear into the dark of the night.
Then, I hurried back home.
I just made it out of the woods when I heard footsteps behind me. My heart started pounding in my chest, and I tried to walk faster.
"Miss Swan." Somebody called out. I turned my head slightly. It was Michael. He had a bicycle in his hands. I speeded up my pace, but eventually he caught up with me and finally I was stopped by a hand on my shoulder.
"Miss Swan, it's passed curfew. You shouldn't be out here." Michael said.
I eased my shoulder out of his grip.
"I…"
"What were you doing out there, I saw you coming back from the woods?" He frowned.
I could feel myself starting to tremble. If he saw anything, than we were done for.
"I need to get home." I said, ignoring his previous comment. "You're right, it's too late to be out." I turned to leave but he caught my hand.
"Miss Swan, what were you doing in the woods." His voice got stronger. I saw he started to realise I was doing something there. Possibly something illegal. I had to stop his train of thought.
"Michael..,may I call you Michael?" I put my hand on his arm.
"Yes.."
"Will you escort me home?" I took a step closer.
"Miss Swan, I don't think that-"
I reached up to his level standing on my toes. I knew of his crush on me and did the only thing I could think of that would definitely distract him.
I reached up and pulled his face down to mine, attaching my lips to his.
"Please." I whispered against his mouth.
"Miss Swan…" He tried to pull back, but I just clutched him closer, pressing my body against his.
"Please." I repeated.
He finally gave in, letting his bicycle fall on the ground. One hand reached up to tangle in my hair, the other roamed along the side of my waist. A grunt came from him as he kissed me deeper.
I was disgusted by myself, but I was desperate. I had to do something.
His lips left mine and wandered down my jaw. "Isabella…" He whispered against my skin.
I felt goose bumps rising. But not out of excitement. Definitely not out of excitement.
Then, before he could go any further two headlights appeared. My heart stopped beating. I wasn't supposed to be out here.
Michael didn't notice the approaching car at first. But when he heard catcalls he pulled back and turned to see who it was. When the car stopped beside us, I saw three German soldiers sitting in it. Drunk. I didn't know their names but I recognized their faces from around town and the police station.
"Michael," one of them spoke. "wir hatten nicht geglaubt das du das in dich hat. Was ein Schönheit! Willst du ihr nicht mit uns teilen?!" He called out.
My German was good enough to understand what they were saying, and I felt violated under their hungry looks.
Michael grinned. "Nein, ich halte diese Mädchen für mich allein." He planted another kiss on my lips, which enlightened more catcalls from the men inside the car.
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"Du musst Schwindigkeit machen, Aro kommt da so an. Auf wiedersehen, Schöne Jungfrau."
The last part was addressed to me and the man who had spoken tipped his invisible hat at me. The car drove off and left us in the darkness of the night.
"Come on, I'll take you home." Michael said to me as he picked up his bicycle. "Hop on." He offered.
I hesitated for a moment before I hopped on the back. Michael wobbled a bit as he tried to make speed, but finally he managed a steady pace. My hands were clutching the saddle, just below his buttocks.
"You can hold on to me, it's safer." Michael called over his shoulder. I did as he said and held on to his back. We didn't speak for the entire ride.
When we arrived at my house, I hopped of the bicycle before it came to a full stop.
"Thank you for giving me a ride home. I'll see you later." I tried to leave it at that. But before I could turn away, Michael caught my hand and forced me to take a step closer to him. He stepped off the vehicle and pulled my body against his. His arms encircled my waist. One hand came up to trace the apple of my cheek.
"Isabella…" He whispered. "God, you're beautiful."
I closed my eyes, desperately wishing to get away from him. He misinterpreted my action and soon I felt his lips on my own. My eyes snapped open and I pulled back from his embrace. Confused his blue eyes opened and stared at me.
"I… Charlie might still be awake." I told him.
Realisation dawned on him, and he gave me a smile.
"So… I'm going in now." I announced, taking a step back.
"Will I see you soon?" He asked.
"Uh… I don't know."
"Will you be visiting the station?" He asked hopefully.
"I don't know. I need to go now. Good night."
"Good night. Sleep well, Isabella."
I didn't answer him. Instead, I turned around and picked up my pace. I heard Michael's bicycle creaking on the gravel stones , signalling his departure.
I hurried to the front door and when I was inside I leaned back on it, closing my eyes.
It was out of my hands.
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1. Michael! We never thought you had it in you! What a beauty. Care to share her with us?
2. No, I'm keeping this girl for myself.
3. Allright. But hurry up/make haste, Aro is coming. Goodbye, fair maiden.