This beautiful banner was made by the amazing Marauder by Midnight! thank you! The sequel to My One Love! Life and love can only meet through colossal experiences…like turning into a vampire. This story is all about life with Bella as a vampire with Edward at her side, Jake and Ally's love, Emmett and Rosalie, Alice and Jasper, Carlisle and Esme, and of course, Dan's new life. We all do crazy things when in love, imagine being a mythical creature when in love! WELLLL. Chapter 30 is up and ready to read.
Please read My One Love before you read this, or some things might not make too much sense for you! :) Things are about to get a little crazy in the lives of our beloved characters.
27. Dead vs. Undead
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I was sitting on the piano’s bench, playing Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata as Bella leaned her head against my shoulder and let out a peaceful sigh. I smiled at her and continued playing, sometimes catching snippets of Alice and Jasper’s conversation upstairs or Rosalie and Emmett’s playful banter in the garage as they changed the engine in his jeep.
Letting my fingers flow swiftly across the ivory keys, I closed my eyes. Jane and Daniel had just left for their date while Carlisle was probably on his way home form the hospital and the house was pretty quiet.
Poor Jane… Esme thought. I focused on what she was thinking as she perused through an international design magazine almost inattentively. She’s so lovely and so perfect for Daniel, and yet the illness…
I frowned, also thinking about Jane’s Leukemia. I had seen many scientific occurrences such as this, but always through a doctor’s eyes—it was never personal. Losing someone to an incurable disease seemed more unfair than anything else. Watching them slowly wither away in front of your eyes?
I could sense Daniel’s pain every time the conversation would come, and his helplessness. And then, there was Jane… she would smile through the pain.
I don’t understand how she can do it—how she could face death so easily. Esme was thinking now.
“It’s not easy for her,” I said softly. Esme closed her book with a light snap and I knew she was listening. Bella stared at me with confusion in her eyes.
“Jane is…resigned,” I tried to explain. “Her actions give off a carefree attitude when the subject is approached, but her thoughts are quite dismal upon the subject.”
“As they should be,” Esme whispered in pain. Esme cared for Jane immeasurably already, and her compassion for both Daniel and Jane lead to the pain of a mother losing a child.
“She’s just so lively,” Bella bit on her lip. “So perfect.”
“And Daniel? How can he deal with this?”
“He’s extremely… torn,” I sighed. “He wants to be with her all the time, because he feels like she’s leaving him. He doesn’t know what the right thing to do is. Should he consider changing her or should he allow her to live out her own death as she’s planned?”
“As she’s planned?” Esme asked with shock in her voice. “She’s planned it?”
“She plans to live life normally and enjoy every day until the day she can no longer do so,” I related. “And not in the hospital.”
“She doesn’t want chemotherapy,” Alice said, coming downstairs with Jasper in tow.
“She thinks it’s useless and painful,” I finished.
“Useless? But couldn’t it save her life?” Bella asked. I stopped playing, letting the song end with a drifting note.
“There’s no way of knowing.” I faced the rest of the family. “In a medical perspective, she’s at an accelerated stage of her chronic myelogenous leukemia. That’s why she’s lost so much weight and her blood is thinning. Carlisle and Dr. Shuler have given her lots of pills but…”
"Even I haven't seen any visions about it. Her future is extremely blurry," Alice said sadly.
“Isn’t there anything we can do?” Emmett came in, rubbing his hands on a towel. Rosalie followed him in and shook her hair out of her ponytail.
“Carlisle has been doing a lot of research on Leukemia lately,” Esme said. “I think he’s frustrated that he can’t come up with much to help her.”
“I’ve checked out her files, trying to help Carlisle…her white blood cell count is extremely high.” I ran a hand through my hair.
“What about that…blood effusion operation? Wouldn’t that help?” Emmett asked, frowning.
“It would, if she were going through chemo, which she’s not,” Jasper said.
“But I don’t understand why!” Bella said in an exasperated tone.
“Maybe she doesn’t want her hair to fall out,” Rosalie said. We all looked at her in surprise. It was the first time she’s ever talked about Jane.
“What?” She shrugged, looking back at us. “I wouldn’t want my hair to fall out. Even if I was dying. Besides, do you know the side-effects of chemo? They’re absolutely horrid.”
“I thought you hated her,” I remarked, raising an eyebrow at Rosalie. “You’re thoughts lead to that direction.”
“I don’t hate her,” she said, looking down. I do feel bad that she’s…dying, Rosalie was thinking.
“We know you don’t hate her, sweetie,” Esme said softly. “We’re all just worried about her and your brother. Daniel is in love with her.”
“And love is confusing,” Jasper said, crossing his arms.
“Don’t I know it,” Bella whispered, taking my hand.
“We’re here,” Daniel said, stopping the car and turning the ignition off. We had been driving for an hour, listening to music and just talking.
I looked around the car but could see nothing except the brick wall that he had parked in front of. It was dark outside, but the full moon was out.
“Um… where is here?” I asked. He smiled and got out of the car, moving faster than I could see and opening my door for me.
“You’ll see,” he said, taking my hand. We walked on the sidewalk for a while, then suddenly we turned the corner and my eyes widened, taking in the whole scene in front of me.
We were on the beach, the beautiful water making waves against the white sand. The brick wall that we parked behind was actually a restaurant, with twinkling cabana lights and glass windows for the perfect view. I looked inside and saw that only a few tables were being used, and there was even a dance floor.
“Wow,” I breathed out. “It’s so… beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you, but it’ll do,” Daniel said, watching me as I stared at the ocean.
“Thank you,” I muttered, biting down on my lip.
“May I escort you to dinner, my lady?” He raised an eyebrow with the question. I linked my arm through his.
“You better,” I smirked.
He threw his head back and laughed out loud, more carefree than ever. I felt as if I were drowning in the sound of his laughter when he pulled me into the restaurant and to the waiter’s desk.
“Good evening, Mr. Cullen!” The waiter said excitedly, as if he couldn’t wait to serve us. I threw a questioning glance at Dan, but he simply smiled. “You’re reserved table is just this way!”
We followed him towards the back of the restaurant and out onto the patio, where we were facing the ocean and our candlelit table was the only one outside.
“Here are your menus,” the waiter said, handing us two elegant-looking pamphlets. “What would you like to drink, sir, ma’am? We have a wide array of wines and sodas—“
“Just water for me, thank you,” Daniel murmured, looking up at me.
“Oh, um, can I have lemonade?” I asked, watching as the waiter wrote some notes down furiously in his pad.
“Of course, yes. I’ll just get those really fast while you’re deciding on what to order,” he said quickly, turning around.
He then swiveled around again clumsily, startling me.
“Sorry! I’m Alex, and I’ll be your waiter for tonight!” He practically yelled at us with enthusiasm, and went back inside, closing the glass door behind him.
I stared after him in wonder, and then turned to Daniel, who was chuckling softly into his menu.
“What was that all about?” I asked him. He put his menu down and stared at me with those golden eyes of his.
“I believe it’s Alexander’s first day on the job,” he smirked. “I remember when I was a waiter for the first time… at Chili’s, I think.”
“You were a waiter once?”
“Jane, I’ve had almost 20 jobs in my life, human and vampire joined,” he explained. “The day I turned 16, I had my first job in my hands, and now, working at the bookshop is my 20th job.”
“Wow.” I looked down almost ashamedly. “I’ve never had a job in my life. Well, except babysitting.”
“Babysitting? I didn’t know you babysat.”
“Yeah, back in San Diego, I babysat two kids—they were 12 and 8. They were sweethearts, but so spoiled,” I rolled my eyes.
“Really?” He bent closer to me.
“Mm. They’re mom was a businesswoman and they’re dad was a lawyer for some big firm. They spent thousands of dollars on their kids, but they barely ever saw them. I’m so glad my parents weren’t like that…”
“Yes, parents are very important in a child’s life,” he said softly.
“Do you miss them a lot?” I asked shyly.
“Sometimes. When I remember certain things…” He trailed off, his eyebrow furrowing.
Just then, Alex opened the balcony door holding our drinks. After he put them down in front of us, he gave us a huge smile.
“Sir, can I take your order?” He said, pulling out his notepad.
“Nothing for me,” Daniel said, smiling at me. It felt good to part of his family’s secret, to know that they didn’t eat and why.
“I’ll have the…” I looked down at the menu for the first time and noticed the seafood section first. “Crowning shrimp pasta?”
“Excellent choice, ma’am,” he grinned at me, writing furiously again. “I’ll have that out for you in a moment, until then, please enjoy the sea-salt biscuits. They’re our specialty.”
When he went back inside, I looked back at Daniel.
“He’s odd,” he remarked.
“Extremely,” I nodded and watched as he played with my ring. It had a cross etched into the silver, and his long pale fingers traced it.
“So,” I started. “Ally, you’re sister, is in love with a werewolf, right?”
“Yes,” he smiled. “Jake is really nice. For the last five years he’s taken care of her very well.”
“And they’re having twins?”
He nodded, looking at me with pain in his eyes.
“What is it?” I asked him, tracing the spot beneath his eyebrow with my thumb.
“You love kids,” he whispered.
“I would never be able to… give you children.”
I stared at him unblinkingly. I knew this already of course—that he was the undead as he called it, and how much Rosalie and Esme wanted children but could never have them.
“I love kids, but that doesn’t mean I want my own.”
“But you do, I can tell.”
“Look,” I hesitated for a moment, but continued. “Even if I wasn’t with you, I still wouldn’t be able to have children.”
“Why not?” He asked, startled.
“I’m dying, remember?”
Daniel sucked in a breath, and I saw his jaw clench shut. I hurried on, watching as his gold eyes seemed to burn.
“Even if I lived long enough to get married; I would never be able to have children. I would always be too sick. My weight changes constantly, I have random blackouts, I’m already tired most of the time…”
I stopped, closing my eyes to the pain in his expression. It was too much.
“Jane, why don’t you even consider chemo—“
“Because, I don’t want to!” My eyes snapped open. “If I’m going to die, I want to die with my own blood and my own body. I don’t want some crazy chemical floating through me and killing not only the bad stuff, but the good stuff too! I’m not going through that pain just to live a few more months.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low with agitation. “You’re right, it’s you’re choice to make.”
“Sorry I snapped at you,” I bit my lip in horror of being angry with him, my angel. “Everyone just keeps asking me that…”
“I know, I was just…wondering.”
“Okay, I’ll tell you the truth,” I said huskily.
Then Alex was back, holding my tray. After he left, I took a bite of the shrimp and it was really good, but I just didn’t feel very hungry anymore.
“The truth?” Daniel asked. I looked up at him and he seemed very still, like a statue.
“I don’t want chemotherapy because…” I swallowed hard and took a sip of my lemonade, trying to keep my fingers from shaking. “I watched my grandmother die because of it. The doctors knew it would happen, obviously, they had only given her a few months to live even on the chemo, but they didn’t expect it so soon.”
Once I started to talk, it came out quickly.
“I went to the hospital everyday and sat down next to her bed. She always liked it when I read to her, so I brought books with me. She was always so weak, so…fragile. She never used to be like that until the day she started to lose her hair…then she started getting cranky and having mood swings and absolutely no appetite. One day, I was reading from Pride and Prejudice, one of her favorites. She said she was feeling really awful that day and she was sweating and sometimes she had to stop me to throw up in the pail next to her bed. I told her she could sleep, but she said no, that she just wanted to listen to me. So…I kept reading, and suddenly she started to cough, louder and louder, and I stopped again. She looked at me and coughed out ‘I should’ve just died. I hate this medicine.’ And I started crying, and my mom came in with coffee in her hands. I was staring at her, really scared, when grandma grabbed my hand and said ‘keep going,’ and then…my mom’s coffee slipped out of her hand and hit the floor, making a mess. My grandma went really still and I dropped my book. After that, it was really quiet.”
I finished, and felt tears in my eyes. Daniel wiped them away, his lips in a tight line, and I sniffled into my own napkin.
“I’m sorry you had to see that, Jane…” he said. I shrugged and made myself stop crying. I hated crying. “It’s hard when someone so close to you passes away like that.”
“But…that’s life,” I said looking down. “It starts and it ends, and we have no choice but to keep going. That’s what she was trying to tell me. Just to keep going, no matter what. That’s why, it doesn’t scare me anymore, to feel closer to death. I just don’t want some medical crap in my body sucking away my life. I’d rather go by myself—preferably with my hair,” I smiled, trying to lighten the mood.
“Why do you do that?” He frowned at me.
“Make jokes. How are you so happy?”
“I’ve got you. Why wouldn’t I be happy?” I shrugged.
“Jane…I don’t want you to leave me,” he whispered, pain inflicting his beautiful voice.
“Well, it’ll happen eventually, right?” I sighed. “It’s not as if I’m like you. Never dying, never growing older—“
And I stopped with an intake of breath, my heart racing suddenly. I stared at him with wide eyes, and he went still again, probably catching my surprise.
“A vampire.” I raised an eyebrow. He looked down, and I saw something in his expression.
“Jane—“ he started, but I interrupted him.
“You’ve thought about it,” I exclaimed. “You thought about changing me!”
“Wait, no, I never said that.” He shook his head.
“You did! And you can! You can make me like you. Why didn’t I think of that before?” I asked myself, my mind putting together pieces.
“Jane, no, there are a lot of consequences, and you’re not dying, you can still—“
“You can bite me!” I gasped, letting my hand touch my throat.
“Jane!” His eyes went wide, and he held my hand. “Relax, no one is biting anyone tonight.”
“Jane, please,” he pleaded with me, his voice almost rough. His voice was always so angelic and soft, and now it came out in an agitated tone. “Can we talk about this later?”
I stared at him with wonder. He could save me, he could stop death, and he wanted to talk about it later? Wasn’t being undead so much better than being dead?
“Fine,” I sighed. “But we are going to talk about it.”
He looked away, out at the ocean. I looked down, almost surprised to see my food there. I started eating again, with new vigor. I was hungry again—hungry for a new challenge.
- Five Years?!
- Southern gentleman Bets!!!
- Talking to the New Girl
- Holy Shit!
- Coffee time!
- Book job, anyone?!
- special coins and CCCs
- Jane Shuler's Day
- The Date!
- Partay time!
- Those Three Words...
- Run Away
- Waking up without you
- Talking to God
- Of Angels and Monsters
- When You Hurt, I hurt
- Surpsrises just for you
- Carry Me Home
- Bittersweet homecoming
- It takes two to tango
- Can I be your tour guide?
- Of Jealousy and Imprinting
- Italian and Dan don't mix well...
- Prego-yoga, anyone?
- The Showdown
- Another Date
- Dead vs. Undead
- When you come knockin'
- Pictures of you
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