A Better Place, A Better Time
It’s impossible, this can’t be… 1917. Even time, itself, can’t keep them apart. If this is a dream… I don’t ever want to wake up. Bella finds herself nearly 100 years in the past. Coincidentally in the city of Chicago. (Takes place during New Moon when Edward has left, AU.) Time traveling should be illegal. *COMPLETE* Sequel "All This Time" is posted on my profile.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in the story. Warnings: None yet. This takes place during New Moon, when Edward is M.I.A. It does not take the rest of the series into account. Enjoy. *Complete as of 4-25-2008!
14. 14. A Mistake that Means Everything
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There weren’t enough words in my head to describe what I was seeing, feeling, and thinking. Behind Edward the door slammed shut, the lock clicking loudly.
I felt like I was in a bad dream, a night terror by all accounts. The sharp edges of the room blurred, and the night outside the window turned black and blended into blotches of dark blue, dark green and black.
The room was spinning beneath my cemented feet. Turning like an out of control car.
I had let my selfishness blind me. This Edward wasn’t mine; our love wasn’t even possible… But all I had wanted was something of him. Something he didn’t have the courtesy to leave me when he disappeared, abandoning me in the woods.
I pined for it so long and so hard, that somehow, I allowed myself to be swallowed up in this dream-like world. Everything had seemed too perfect.
Perfect like him.
His face was appearing in front of me in a ghostly haze. I saw his beautiful topaz eyes turn a gruesome shade of black… red lining the iris. I shook his gaze off and turned to see if the room was still here. The walls were black; one was a glittering silver… A dark shadow forming outside it sent a shudder down my back. I turned away quickly, back to his silvery face. His eyes were still black and red, but I could turn away as his mouth began to form words.
“Edward,” I choked out in a whisper.
His lips moved and lightly, at first, his voice broke the silence. “Bella, I can barely see you…”
I nodded, chasing tears down my cheeks with the back of my hand. A white mist formed below his floating face. At first it seemed to hang like a sheet on a laundry line, but it soon wrapped itself around an invisible body, fitting his shape like skin.
“Grab my hand.” His arm broke from the white silhouette and finger formed at the end of his palm. It moved slowly towards me, like a slow motion love scene.
I shook my head, unsure of the solidity of his hand.
His lips turned into a sweet, trusting smile as he nodded his head. His hair swing back and forth like a soft breeze was in the room, but the air was stale.
I moved my arm from my side where it had been tightly glued. It felt like my arm was made of granite. It was a labored movement trying to reach out to him. As my fingers hit the aura of mist surrounding him, they froze like ice. I lost feeling in the cold… like when my lips met his on our first kiss… The passion of the moment when my plush lips first touch his stone lips carried me away for a second. I remembered how overcome I was, grappling and tearing at his hair…
A clammy feeling grabbed hold of my hand without warning. I felt a whirlwind of frosty air spinning around me, the fog enclosed on my body.
“No Edward!” I screamed. My feet didn’t move, but it felt like my body was pelting forward at an innumerable speed. My face grew numb from the cold, and I could have sworn my arm was being pulled from its socket…
“Bella,” his voice gasped, breathing life into my surroundings. My head was spinning and my stomach churned. I was never one for speeding cars. I fell to the ground in a heap, vomit spilling from my mouth. The bitter taste of bile convulsed from my throat. I held my ground with my hands pressed the floor, barely having enough strength to hold up my body. His stone arms wrapped around me in a comforting manner, but there was nothing comforting about it. “Are you alright?” His voice was barely a whisper and more of a pant.
I didn’t answer because I wasn’t sure.
The room was filled with a warm, yellow light. Still empty of furniture just like I had left it. I couldn’t face him as I wiped my mouth.
With luck on my side, he flew from the room in a blur of white.
Luck wasn’t completely with me, however. He reappeared seconds later, a water bottle in hand. My fingers were clutched into a fist, my knuckles white as sheets. I could only image how my face looked… He reached down, pulling back my fingers and pressed the open bottle into my hand. I took a sip of lukewarm water, flushing the vomit-flavor from my mouth.
I kept my eyes to the floor, ashamed of my weaknesses, ashamed that he had to save me… yet again.
“I-I’m sorry,” I mumbled, unable to face him.
Cold fingers gently pressed my chin upward. I avoided his eyes as long as I could, imagining them as cold and bloody as I had just a few moments ago. I couldn’t resist for long. The allure of seeing their topaz drew me to them. Just to see… just to check…
The lust of blood was in them. Cold and black. “Edward,” I whispered.
He shook his head, tears blurring his immortal eyes. Tears… Impossible.
“No, I’m sorry…” I saw the remorse in his eyes, knowing full well what he’d done. “I thought you were dead.”
“What?” My voice was coarse, and my stomach began to churn again.
“Alice said she… she…” I pressed my hand to his chest, trying to calm him. “She saw you… disappear,” he whispered.
I sucked in a long breath, taken back. “What… what did you do?” The fear was rising in my voice as I watch his hungry eyes and his flaring nostrils.
“I’m sorry, my Bella.”
“We-we can fix th-this,” I stammered dumbly. “We can… start over.” I was desperate for him to pull back from me.
He let go suddenly, pushing me backwards. I hit the floor with a thud. I knew he didn’t mean it, but I was still startled.
“I… I didn’t mean to… I couldn’t… I had to do something. I couldn’t live…” He paused and moved towards me in a blur and grabbed me by my wrists. Holding them in front of my face, he shook me, harder than he had meant to, “I couldn’t exist without you… The anger was inside me when Alice said it. I… I snapped. He was the first person I saw…”
“You didn’t,” I whispered. He let go, tossing me backward again.
He paced unsteadily, in an insatiable manner. His stature was stooped, and he rang his hands nervously. This wasn’t the Edward I remembered. He was changed.
He moved towards me again, swooping down to meet me eye to eye. “I need to you to go.” His nostrils flared. “Leave. Take my car,” he shuffled around in the pocket of his grey coat and pulled a pair of car keys from it. “Drive as fast as it will go.” He turned from me and pulled his coat over his face.
I sat in shock on the floor, my mouth gapping. The keys hung loosely from my fingers.
“Go!” his voice bellowed, startling me. I dropped the keys to the floor and scrambled to pick them and myself up. I started towards the door as fast as I could. As I reached the door, I heard a loud growl from him. “I can smell your fear,” he grunted. His voice leaving telltale signs of an internal struggle.
The hall was dark. I tripped and stumbled on my own feet. I couldn’t make it to my feet fast enough. I crawled down the hall to the stairs. My fingers grappling at the steps, dragging my body behind. Gravity took hold of my body, I flew down the stairs in a bundle of flesh and bones. A stabbing pain shot through my left leg as I found the landing and started to my feet.
I limped down the second hall, my heart thudding.
“Quickly!” His voice was loud and panicked. “Get out of here!”
I found the second set of stairs with my left foot, twisting my ankle and knocking me to the floor. I slid down the stairs on my back, bouncing off each step. The front door was open and a sliver of moonlight was entering. I pulled myself to my feet, everything shaking. The door loomed dangerously out of sight as I heard him call out.
“I’m sorry Bella! Please forgive me!” I heard a loud thud upstairs just as I reached the door. His silver Volvo was inches from the front step, driver’s door still open.
I stumbled down the steps and flew around the side of the car, clipping my hip on the open door.
I jumped into the seat and slammed the door shut behind me. I fumbled with the keys that had miraculously stayed clenched in my hand. I hit the lock button on the door as I saw his silhouette reach the front door. It took me a few tries with a shaky hand to get the key into the ignition, but I turned the key and the car started. His fingers dug into the door frame as he held himself back. He face was painted with agony, and I saw his lips move “Go.”
I nodded and threw the car into reverse, slamming my foot on the gas. I turned my head to check the path behind me and quickly slammed on the brake, jerking to a stop. Putting the car into drive and flew around 180 and pressed my foot harder into the gas pedal, steering myself onto the road. From the rearview mirror, I watched as his glowing, white body grew smaller and smaller, before completely disappearing into the darkness.
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