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Paris, France

1920

Amelie and Damien stood under the twinkling lights of the Eiffel tower breathing in the city air. It was a cold night, chilling them to the bone but they would rather be here than anywhere else. They were wrapped up in each other, pulling their coats tighter around their bodies stimulating warmth and closeness.

Cars and people ambled past them quickly and the sky darkened with each passing second. There was no hesitation in being out in the dark. They had been doing this every year on this same day; the day they found each other. It was a moment of special decadence that needed to be celebrated.

Amelie's thought were pre-occupied with what would happen tomorrow. They were filled with worry about what she and Damien would face the reactions they would get and the chaos it would cause.

She worried no one would share her happiness but none of it mattered. All that mattered was this moment under the tower and stars with Damien.

The feeling of his hard toned arms around her and the thrum of his heart beating against her own was comforting and sensual. She would spend her days and nights like this if it was all the world offered.

She stared at his perfect face memorizing every angle and line. She took mental pictures and stored them. He had a perfect angular jaw and almond shaped amber eyes, kissable lips, unruly hair, and long lashes that brushed her face whenever he kissed her.

Damien's eyes watched her as she watched him, enjoying the feelings she evoked with just her eyes. He too memorized her exquisite face, ivory skin, and pouty lips. Besides her long legs and perky backside, he admired her cat like eyes; the color of jade green. He could get lost in them and they would gain him insight to her soul.

The bell clock ticked loudly; quickly counting down the seconds to midnight. They leaned closer to each other in preparation as the bell tolled; signaling the end of the night and start of a new day.

Damien grabbed Amelie's face and kissed her with reverent passion, pressing his lips hard against the softness of hers. Amelie kissed him back with equal fervor touching her tongue against his lips; equal kisses, French and sweet.

They kissed one last time intertwining their fingers together, ready to go home.

As they passed the street light, a gold ring glinted off of Amelie's hand.

Amelie stood by the front door of her parents' house with Damien; nervous butterflies swimming in her stomach. She felt Damien squeeze her hand gently reassuring her. He was her anchor. She thought about turning around and leaving but she knew she had to do this for her sake and Damien's.

She thought about the day before and the significance of it.

The second happiest day of her life.

The day she married the love of her life and existence. A day she would have wanted to share with the people she cared about but she knew they would be the cause of her sadness.

"Amelie," Damien called.

She turned to look at him "I'm ready." She replied.

He looked at her, searching her eyes. He could read the conflict she was having and he didn't want to cause her any more pain.

He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by the sound of people running their way.

A group of men came into view. They looked like trouble and they were eying Damien.

"Amelie please, go inside!" Damien whispered, not taking his eyes off the men.

Amelie heard the tone of his voice and immediately obeyed, walking to the door.

One of the men stepped forward walking to Damien smiling slightly.

"Damien," he said.

"Columbo," Damien replied.

Damien knew he was in trouble from the look in Columbo's eyes. He was waiting for this day to come but he didn't want Amelie to witness it.

He turned to see her still standing there watching them.

"Let's cut to the chase, you owe me 500 euros and I don't like being owed." Columbo interrupted.

"I've told you again and again, I was never there I had no part in the heist." Damien replied turning back to Colombo.

"Yeah, well your man Ace tells me a different story." He replied.

Damien shook his head in disbelief. He never would have thought of Ace sinking this low. He would do anything to get him out of the way. He always wanted what Damien had and that included Amelie.

"Colombo I'm telling you, you have the wrong guy. Don't come here again." He said, making sure he got the warning.

Colombo nodded.

Damien turned back to Amelie but before he could take another step there was a loud noise as a gun was fired.

Amelie screamed loudly as Damien fell forward and rushed to his side frantically, hoping and praying he would be okay.

She rolled him on his back and gasped loudly as a sob tore from her throat. His shirt was soaked in blood that was pooling rapidly.

She heard footsteps and people around her asking questions but all she could focus on was Damien and the way his eyes looked.

He was already gone she knew that but still she tried to bring him back, screaming his name over and over. Pressing her hands down on his chest.

She gripped his shirt screaming in his face "Come back to me please!" She sobbed.

There was the sound of sirens and then someone was pulling her off of him and she fought through the stream of tears in her eyes.

As she was pulled back, she saw her life slipping away from her. She was assaulted with images from the first time they met and the time they made love to just yesterday promising their love for forever.

Isabella Swan

"Are you sure you don't want to stay with us?" Jacob asked for a second time.

I swiveled around in my chair facing my desk to click open a new document as my boss walked by giving me a stern look. I propped the phone on my shoulder and began to type as I talked.

"I'm fine." I reassured him.

"Why didn't you notify the police?" he asked accusingly.

"They won't be able to help me since I have no real information. I hardly got a glimpse of him and there is no motive but we'll be on the look-out." I explained.

"You never know. Maybe you pissed someone off in one of your articles." he continued on.

I laughed at the likeness of this ever happening. The articles I wrote were tame compared to what you would usually read. My dream job was to report something that was worth the world's attention; to make it big in the industry but so far all I ever reported was local happenings in this city.

Small crimes or murder related; while it was big news, it just wasn't the type I was looking for. Something that would make history and people would still talk about it even after my death.

"That would be the day," I said amused.

"Bella be serious." He said angrily.

"I am serious. Look, I appreciate your concern but it's not as serious as you think." I assured him.

Of course at the time it happened I had some fear. It was an experience that attributed to it but it's been a week since the incident and nothing has happened. I've been on the look-out and came up empty. I refuse to turn my life upside down over reacting.

"I still worry." He sighed.

"And I'm glad. See you soon." I said in a rush to get him off the phone. My boss Peter was watching me, frowning.

"8 o clock." He reminded me before hanging up.

I quickly turned my attention back to the computer trying to appear interested in the story about war in the east. The click clack of keys filled the space as everyone rushed to meet their deadline. I looked around trying to rack my brain for a topic and caught Eric staring at me over in the next cubicle.

It was creepy; felt like he was undressing me with his eyes. I glared back and he turned crimson before snapping back to attention. I was used to this kind of attention from sides, the envy and the lust. It was all purely physical and I wouldn't say I didn't enjoy it from time to time.

I was what you called an exotic beauty with my Greek Italian ethnicity. I had everything the looks and a body to go with it and I was proud. I just didn't want to be chased after because of it. I've been on plenty of dates before but none of them ever lasted. They wouldn't even try to get to know me better before the physical aspect came up again.

I wasn't a hopeless romantic by any chance or believed in love at first sight but I wanted the connection first. The longest I've ever been with someone was three weeks. I thought we had a connection until I figured out it was pure physical and I felt as if I was being used.

Xxxxxx

Peter called me into his office just as I was leaving work and I didn't know what to expect. He never called someone directly unless it was something urgent and this had me on edge. He had me shut the door and pull the blinds; my paranoia was reaching new levels.

"Here sit down," he said offering me a chair.

I sat slowly trying to ease my nerves and when he smiled, they finally did ease up.

"I have big assignments for you to choose." He said happily.

I breathed a sigh of relief and let excitement take over immediately as my mind went through different scenarios.

"How big?" I finally asked.

"Its exclusive and you'd be the first to be offered it." He replied.

I let his words sink in and could feel the tingles of a new sensation.

"I've spoken with Jane Denali's agent and he's offering a personal interview and if that goes well there's another offer for an auto-biography." He said, infusing the importance of this offer.

I sat there feeling the excitement from before dissolve at this news. I wasn't interested in celebrities no matter how big they were. Of course I knew what a big deal this was especially since Jane Denali was the biggest star on the market. She was a phenomenal actress and everyone wanted her but she was so hard to get through.

She liked her privacy and I admired that but she didn't interest me. Although the chance to publish a book of my own had its prospects and the chance to get all the details the media greedily wanted was tempting.

"I don't want to sound ungrateful but I appreciate the offers even though," I begin slowly.

"You don't want to hear the other offer?" He interrupted looking surprised and shocked.

"Oh," I said confused.

"Well I think this offer will be more to your liking. You know of the Benefit Gala at the Museum of History is tomorrow night," he continued looking more excited and serious than before.

I nodded not knowing where he was going with this. I knew the Benefit was big here; raising so much money and big names were always in attendence. The Museum of History here in Philadelphia was huger than it would be due to its success in so many findings. It had made the news too many times to count.

I like history because of the stories it tells us and the story was what I was interested in. The story is what I loved to write but I haven't heard any news of discovery so I really hoped this offer was good.

"I want you to attend the benefit and interview Edward Cullen."

Edward Cullen and the word Interview did not fit together. I've heard a lot about him through the news and of his findings for the museum. He was the youngest to ever achieve this kind of success and he was the attractive heir of Cullen enterprise.

Cullen Enterprises started out as just a car dealership and the most famous and reliable. They expanded to real estate, public relations and everything in between. They were like our mini celebrities here but they kept to their selves mostly.

Edward Cullen was the most private of them all and many have tried to get interviews and only coming as close as over the phone, never getting much. He was brilliant and from what I heard very attractive but I've never seen much of him.

This prospect wasn't much but it was something. If we snagged this interview we would make the big leagues.

I left work earlier than usual since I didn't have much to do until tomorrow night. I wanted to make it home before nightfall and I would have called Jacob to pick me up but the weather was nice and I wanted to walk. Jacob and Billy constantly asked me when I was getting a car but I preferred walking or taking the bus.

My normal route home was still blocked so I found myself walking the same path as the week before but it wasn't until I crossed the intersection that my paranoia hit. I was dreading walking past that same forest; the memory of last time now hitting me hard.

I steeled myself reaching into my bag and touching the silver blade I always carried with me and just in case I had a can of mace with me. Billy would have preferred I carried a gun but I thought it would be too much. One thing I feared was guns.

I kept my eyes forward as I begin walking and my hands on the blade, when I passed the forest I walked even faster and breathed a sigh of relief when I reached the end. My relief was brief however when I turned to walk across the street and saw in my periphery, a black tinted car sitting idle on the curb. I was startled and terror kicked in as I felt a pair of eyes on me.

I stopped on the sidewalk looking straight at the car. No one got out of the car and it just sat there for a few minutes before speeding away as quietly as it came. I let go of the breath I didn't know I was holding and continued on home feeling jumpy and unsettled.

I had told Jacob there was nothing to worry about but I remembered the same car parked by the house the same week I was followed. This could not be a coincidence although I wasn't harmed. That's what confused me even when I had knocked down the man who followed me he didn't fight back when he could have so easily.

Xxxx

I arrived home safely and called Jacob to let him know but I left out the part about the black car tailing me. Maybe it was just a coincidence and my paranoia got the best of me. Though just to be safe, I reported it to the police and I was in luck. They took it seriously, telling me they had news of strange activity near my neighborhood and would be investigating. They reminded me to call them if anything else occurred even the smallest thing.

I was relieved they took me seriously and just a little afraid though I wouldn't get worked up until I had reason to. To take my mind off things, I thought about the two offers I received today. I knew how much other reporters would kill to be in my place.

I decided that I would take the Denali offer but I found myself googling Edward Cullen despite my mind being made up. I didn't expect much but I received more than what I intended. It was mainly speculation and gossip but I found a reliable site with his biography and career related information. I skimmed mostly having already been informed about most things but I found out he wasn't an only child; he had a younger sister.

There was nothing much to go by. I already knew he was the youngest to ever receive an award in the archeological field and how brilliant he was though I was shocked to discover it was him who discovered the diary of Cleopatra and the sword of King Arthur. He wasn't really qualified for that field so it was a huge deal. I decided that I wouldn't find much about him but I was curious to see if he was as good looking as everyone says.

I wasn't prepared for my reaction at seeing his pictures. He was beautiful but it wasn't just that. He had a beautiful profile like a model or a Greek god that was created from marble stone. It was his eyes that pulled me in, so sharp and green. They were startling and his jaw was sharp and angular and his lashes were longer than mine.

There was one picture that I couldn't stop staring at. In it, he was laughing with his head thrown back, a face full of life and it made me smile involuntarily. When he smiled, he smiled with his whole body and he brought the picture to life.

The last picture took my breath away quite literally. He was standing against a beautiful backdrop and the lighting was just perfect, but it was his stare that pulled me in. His smoldering eyes were so intense and his face, free of flaws that I found myself tracing the lines of his jaw and eyes, committing them to memory.

His lips drew me in; so inviting and soft, waiting for me to touch and kiss. I didn't notice how much he was affecting me. My breathing had picked up and so many scenarios played out in my head where he put his lips to good use and where I would get lost in his eyes.

I wanted to run my hands through the softness of his unique shade of hair and twirl my fingers around each curl. I wanted to pull on his hair while he brought me to intense pleasure with his lips and tongue. I was craving that physical aspect now and I wanted him to fulfill it over and over until I screamed his name to the heavens.

This man affected me like no other and we hadn't even met yet. Now I fully believed everything I heard about how attractive he was but even that hardly fit the description. He had the looks but his personality seemed even better, warm and inviting as it radiated through the pictures.

The Best description I would use to describe was that he was a real life Adonis and tomorrow night, I would meet him.

I Hope to have the next chapter posted right on schedule but we shall see.

Just three chapters away from finishing my other WIPS And Then I'm Free To Devote All My Time To This Story.

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