Author Note: The Twilight Saga is a franchise owned by one, Stephanie Meyer. This is a fanfiction based on that franchise. I do not own Twilight or any of it's characters. I only own Becca Swan and this story. The song that Edward plays for Becca is inspired by Night Interlude by Shadow Academy. This is his song to her. {Give it a listen, it's very good and one of my favorite bands :) }
"Hi Becca." Startled, Becca turns to a girl with spiky brown hair sitting on the edge of the balcony not far from her. How had she not seen her when she came out? Behind the girl was another vampire who looks intensely concentrated. He looked familiar to her. "I'm Alice." she introduced herself as she hopped down.
"Hey," Becca said as she took a long drag from her cigarette. The girl wore a long black skirt and a gothic lace batwing top. She was smaller and skinnier than her siblings. She was Becca's height but looked rather fragile. Though Becca wasn't fooled, she knew how looks could be deceiving. Especially for vampires. As Becca ran her fingers through her hair, Alice turned away for a moment.
"Oh, you do smell good."
Becca smirked as she looked over at her. "Yeah, that would be the after effects."
"Alice, Becca is a-" Edward started as he stepped outside but was cut off by Alice.
"It's okay. I know. Becca and I are going to be great friends." The other vampire finally stepped up beside Alice and Becca recognized him.
"Hey, Jasper." she said, and casually waved two fingers in his direction. His eyes echoed a longing for blood. If Becca took a vial right now, she would smell irresistible. He was newly turned.
"Becca and I have music theory together." his thick southern accent hinted that he was older than modern south. Almost a western accent.
"It's okay, Jasper." Alice remarks, reaching out and wrapping her arms around his waist. He was only a few inches taller than Alice and Becca. Maybe five-foot-nine. He was the shortest of the Cullen Clan. "You won't hurt her." Becca turned to Edward who look unnerved by the whole thing, if not slightly embarrassed.
"On that note, I'm gonna take you on a tour of the rest of the house." He reached out for her hand as Becca flicked the smoke out of her hand and followed him back inside. Once they ascended another flight of stairs, a wall of color caught her eye. An ombre of graduation caps. "It's a private joke." Edward starts, noticing her gaze at them. "We matriculate a lot."
"That's kind of beautiful in a way." Edward continues ahead of her as they enter an open doorway with black out curtains hanging from it on the inside. Edward moves the curtain to show her his room. It's open and spacious. At the foot of the room there is a set of balcony doors that are wide open. Not like a vampire has many predators to worry about. A full size day bed pressed up against the windows, it's jet black sheets tussled around. Someone surely doesn't sleep well. Smuggly, she smiles at him. "Clean your room, Cullen." Edward shakes his head as she steps inside. She looks over that at the desk with the boombox on top. "You have so much music. I wonder what you last listened to." Leaning forward, keeping her eyes on his face she pressed play. Violinist, Vittorio Monti, began to play. "Czardas?"
"You know your classics." he comments, leaning casually against the doorframe, his heavenly devilish grin swept across his face.
"The painful wails, you can feel them." Closing her eyes, Becca sways to the music as she recalls how the song goes. Edward steps forward and holds her hand. He pulls her towards him by her waist as she opens her eyes. Slowly, he begins to dance with her. She twirls underneath his arm before he stops when the music picks up. "What?"
"You are surprisingly graceful." His smile is taunt with attraction and causes the heat to rise to Becca's face.
"I can be feminine, ya know." As Becca steps back, Edward leans in closer. His lips are mere centimeters from her neck.
"I know." he whispers. His aura enveloping her once more. Gosh, there was nothing Becca wanted more to fold herself into his warmth. Bathe in the moonlight of his aura and feel for once the warmth and closeness she has been longing for.
"You don't have to stand so close." she whispered back, teasing him. Pulling back, his dark honey eyes reflected the challenge within her hazel eyes. "You don't scare me."
"Well, now," his voice carried across the air on liquid gold, "you shouldn't have said that." Quick as a whip, Edward pulls her onto his back and lunges out the balcony doors. "Hold tight," he calls back as he climbs the tree before them at rapid speed. Becca wrapped her arms tight around his shoulders, holding on for dear life. He had caught her off guard and had taken her by surprise. Something that rarely happened. At the tree line, he pauses, "Do you trust me?"
Becca looks up to see the next tree farther from them than she expected, "Um, in theory." she swallows hard and holds on tight as Edward pulls back before releasing the branches. Effortlessly, he jumps the gap to the next tree and climbs to the top. Once there, he reaches back, pulling Becca forward and holding her by her waist. Balancing her. From there, she could see the entire Washington Coast. "Wow."
"What?" he asks, genuinely curious on her opinion.
"That was invigorating." She closed her eyes, imagining living on the edge of fear and beauty once more. "I felt weightless. And you," she turned so they were face to face, "you're incredible."
Edward smiled, running his fingers through her tousled hair. "Welcome to my world, Rebecca Swan." Becca had never felt so alive as she did in that moment with Edward. Once they returned to the Cullen house, the sun had begun to set. Edward had Becca sit down next to him as he played his piano. She was enthralled by his talent and kindness. The melody was sweet and full of loving emotion. She could tell it was something that he wrote especially for her. He would glance over in her direction and smile as she gave him her full undivided attention. As he plays she thinks of the melody she had been writing with her violin and mentally scraped it. Immediately she began to conjure up a new one, one he and her could collaborate on. She never thought a vampire would make her feel so vulnerable and safe at the same time. She was excited and terrified. She didn't want this to complicate her life with the Vigil but she couldn't help that Edward made her feel completely normal.
Intrusive. The sunshine's its rays over the treeline into Becca's room. Becca pulls the covers over her head and makes an executive decision to sleep in. Just a little longer, let her stay in the memorial dream that was yesterday. Let her stay in the land of pretend just once more. She's just a normal eighteen year old girl in those moments and Edward is a normal seventeen year old boy. Nothing else seems to matter. It's just the two of them, and the truths of the day fall away. And it's not long till she wakes to use the bathroom and sees that it's almost two in the afternoon. Quickly, Becca grabs her sage sweatpants and black long sleeve, getting dressed and heads out the door. She didn't want to be late to meet her dad for lunch. She was hardly surprised when she pulled in the café parking lot and Mike Newton approached her truck. Her black low tops barely hit the pavement before he spoke, "Hey, Arizona, What's happening?"
"Meeting my Dad for lunch." she answers, pulling her leather jacket out from the passenger seat and throwing it on over her shoulders. Becca starts to walk inside as Mike Newton proceeds to follow her.
"So, you and Cullen, huh?"
Becca stops abruptly, turning to Mike at the disapproval in his voice, "What of it?"
"I don't like it."
"Funny," Becca said she glared at the boy, "I don't remember asking for approval." She turned from him and walked into the café. She wasn't going to allow him to speak his disapproval for her relationship and air out his jealousy. "Sorry, I'm late. Biology homework." she explained as she kissed her father's cheek before sitting at the table across him from.
"I ordered you the Spam salad, hope that's okay?" Charlie remarked, closing the newspaper he had been reading.
"Food sounds great. You should try one sometime. It's like a fancy steak without potatoes."
"That sounds terrible," Charlie remarked as he sipped his cola. Becca shrugged her shoulders as she reached for her ice water.
"Suit yourself."
"Hey, I'm healthy as a horse." The waitress sets down their orders but lingers at the table a bit longer than normal.
"Hey, Chief, the boys wanna know, did you find anything down by Queets River today?" Becca glanced over at a table of fisherman who were not so discreetly eavesdropping on the situation.
"Yeah," Charlie said with a sigh as he unfolded his napkin onto his lap, "we found a bare human foot print. But whoever they were, they are headed east. Kitsap County Sheriff department will pick up from there."
"I just hope they catch them fast." The waitress commented before she headed back to the kitchen. The fishermen turned back to their meals, somewhat satisfied with the answer. Becca starts into her lunch as Charlie looks over at the window behind her. He rolls his eyes before he cuts into his steak, "Looks like your friends are flagging you."
Becca pauses, looking over her shoulder to see Mike Newton shaking his ass in front of the window. She coughs, taking a sip of her water before answering her father. "He's cruisin' for a bruisin', Dad."
"It's okay, if you want to go join them. I have to turn in early anyway."
"Not in a million years," the very last thing she wanted was to spend an evening with egotistical jock, Mike Newton. He was friendzone material only. And even that was sparse. "And I have to get to sleep too."
Charlie's fork hit the plate a bit harder than he wanted when he looked up at his daughter, "Becca, it's a Sunday night. You're eighteen. Go out." his dark eyes begged her for a normal life, one she really didn't have. "Besides," he said, finally picking up his fork after a few moments of them staring at one another, "it looks like the Newton boy's got a big smile for ya."
"Yeah?" Becca sighed, ignoring the looks she could feel Mike giving her through the window, "Well, I got a foot for his ass."
Charlie, who chuckled at the comment before taking a sip of his cola, looked at her. "Still, he's better than all the other yahoo's in town. Anyone peak your interest?" This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. Is he seriously trying to talk about boys?
"Are we seriously going to talk about boys?" Becca glared at her Dad. She did not want to have this conversation. Not now, not ever.
"Yeah, I guess not." Charlie finally said, backing down seeing Becca distaste for the subject, "I just feel like I'm leaving you alone too much. You should be around people."
Becca smirked, finishing her salad, "People suck and isolation helps my education."
BZZZ! BZZZ! Becca glances over at her desk. The bright screen of her phone continuing to light up with her mother's phone number. She didn't feel like talking to her now. She was busy. Hastily she typed an email to Gallia. She had to inform her of her father's findings and the extensive research she had been making about the incident. Hitting send, guilt lays itself at her feet. She had not informed Gallia of the incident with Edward, nor had she revealed herself to him and most certainly not that she had fallen in love with him and was now in a relationship with the creature. If she knew, Becca would be stripped of her title and her powers. And it would only put herself and Edward in even more danger. Finally, her phone has stopped ringing just as she received an email from Gallia telling her to keep her posted if anything changes and that she has upgraded equipment arriving for her soon. The sound of her window opening drapes a cool breeze across her back as Edward enters her room. Without looking up from her computer, she smiles. "You need an invitation, Mr. Freeze."
"May I come in?" he asked, his velvet voice melts like chocolate under the sun. Becca turns in her chair; barely dried hair from her shower, she sits in a plaid pair of blue pajama pants and one of his black t-shirts.
"Sure," she smiles at him as he leans back against her bedframe, "come here often?"
"Just the past couple of months." he can tell from Becca's raise eyebrows that she's taken back by this. "I like watching you sleep, it's therapeutic to me."
"And she was never seen again." Becca's large eyes turn away from him as she turns off her computer. Reaching over, she grabs a can of lemon seltzer water and takes a sip.
"Becca, can I try something?" Edward asks, his arms locked as he grips her bedframe.
Turning her attention back to him, she holds out her seltzer. "My seltzer water?"
"No," he declines, waving his hand. "nothing like that." Becca sits in her chair as Edward leans forward and down towards her face. Cupping her cheek with one hand, he draws her into a kiss. Like fire to ice, although freezing, the room feels as if it ignites. As if she just drank a hot pot of coffee and then kissed a cold, frosted window. She was melting. Becca reached up, her fingers running through his hair and gently pulls Edward closer. He finds her bottom lip with his tongue and gently bites down. The sharpness of his fangs catching her by surprise as he pulls away suddenly. He steps forward, gripping her bedframe once more. So tightly, Becca can hear the wood straining under his grip. "I'm stronger than I thought."
Still winded by the power of their kiss, Becca shakes her head. "I wish I could say the same." Heat rising to her cheeks, the sharpness of his fangs leave a residual memory on the soft skin of her bottom lip. Edward turns abruptly, opening the window, deciding to leave. "Hey," Becca stands and reaches for Edward's hand, "don't go. We," she pauses as she sits down on the foot of her bed, "we don't have to do anything." He looks at her and nods before shutting the bedroom window. He steps back toward the bed and sits down as she smiles at him.
"What is the Vigil sending you?" curiosity and hope to forget the weakness that ran through him for her, he asks.
"Retractable wrist knives."
"Fancy." he comments as she sits beside him.
"They'll help in a pinch." seconds turned into minutes that turned into hours as they talked all night about everything and anything. It wasn't until just before sunset that Becca found herself with her head on Edward's chest, fast asleep in his arms.