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Different Sorts

Two strangers come to Forks, Washington to investigate rumors about vampires and werewolves. What they discover changes everything ... for them, and the people they meet. But is there really such a thing as "happily ever after" when death is involved?

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10. Chapter 10

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After that, the day of the wedding came quickly. The days passed like seconds. Bella realized that it was true, what Edward had once told her. Time moved differently when your life ended and eternity lay before you.

Bella was surprised when dawn broke on the morning of the wedding to discover a strange sensation in her belly. It felt like butterflies. She thought that sensation was all too human for her to experience now, but she welcomed it with an odd smile on her lips. She’d spent the night – her last night – in her room at Charlie’s house. And for once, Edward had stayed away. She’d laid in her bed, awake the entire night, listening to the sounds of her parents sleeping – her father in his room, her mother downstairs on the sofa. She listened to the sounds outside her window – listened to the creatures in the woods as night crept by. She took in her surroundings. Ran her fingers over the window frame, along the wood floor panels, over the cotton comforter on her bed. She inhaled the smell – multiplied by her new senses – memorized the flavor of the air.

She feigned sleepiness when she finally made her way downstairs; greeted her parents nervously. She smiled. No, she was too anxious to eat breakfast. On this day, at least, Renee and Charlie believed her.

Her mother helped her dress and fix her hair and makeup. Edward’s sister Alice came over and helped, too, but she let Renee take the lead. After all, Renee didn’t know it, but it was among the last moments she’d have with her only daughter. Bella held back her emotions as her mother twisted the curling iron through her hair and lathered mascara over her lashes. She sat patiently while Renee fussed with the layers of tulle and satin and chiffon. Waited silently while she tied and retied the laces on her dress.

Bella was more enthusiastic about the photos. Alice took them outside of Charlie’s house. Pictures of Bella and her parents, smiling, hugging, arms around each other. A quiet sadness hiding behind Bella’s perfectly adorned eyes – under the layers of expensive fabric.

Buffy and the rest of the Cullens – minus Edward – met them at the church. They snapped a few more photos, but hurried Bella away as guests began arriving.

It was a small wedding – but Forks was a small town. There were the families, as well as some of Charlie’s friends from the police station and some of Edward and Bella’s classmates from school. But that was all.

Now, there was never any doubt about this – Edward was dead. He’d been dead for nearly a hundred years. But when Bella began walking down the aisle, her arm tucked into Charlie’s, Edward grabbed at his chest as if his heart were about to break through his ribcage and he gasped. The sensation was so odd, so new to him – that he almost believed his heart may have starting beating again, just briefly. As he gazed at his bride as she marched towards him, arm-in-arm with her living, breathing father – Edward finally understood why her heartbeats had always fluttered when he’d been close to her when she was still human. The feeling made his insides sing.

At the altar, Bella clasped her father tightly. “I love you,” she whispered, clutching him tightly to her. Charlie laughed at the strength of her emotion, but returned the hug, then placed her hand in Edward’s and stepped away.

The ceremony was short. Vows were exchanged – no one bothering to mention the irony of the phrase “’til death do us part” – the bride and groom kissed and they were pronounced man and wife.

After, they took more photos. Bella was adamant about the photos. She wanted to make sure she’d have these photos to remember this day forever. And she wanted her family to have the photos so they’d never forget how happy she was. She hoped the photos and the happiness would overshadow the coming tragedy and gloom.

At the reception, Bella practically ignored her new husband. The minutes were ticking by and the time she had left with her parents was slipping away like sand in an hourglass. She hugged her mother over and over until Renee laughed and told her she was being silly. She danced with her father and kissed his cheek and told him over and over, “I love you.”

He laughed and told her she’d only gotten married. “It’s not like you’re dead – we’ll still see you.”

Bella tried not to let his words sting – tried not to let it show.

Edward didn’t mind that he was being ignored. The wedding was for Bella and her family, anyway. He was looking forward to the rest of it – the marriage, their undead lives together – eternity. Death would never part them; it had already brought them together. So he watched from his seat and smiled as Bella danced in her father’s arms. He watched the expressions on her face – the questions in her eyes, the grins, the way she laughed, then laid her head on her father’s shoulder and pulled her arms tight around his body, breathing deep his smell. He watched her twirl with her mother and the other girls, giggling at the way their dresses spun – the layers of fabric lifting and falling.

He did not envy her the goodbyes that were coming – ticking closer with each passing second.

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It was well past midnight and into the early morning hours when it became obvious that Bella could not extend the reception any longer. The guests had all left and only family remained. The bride and groom should have left already to enjoy their wedding night. Edward watched the dread pass briefly across Bella’s face when her parents told her to get a move on, already. She composed herself, smiled and hugged them again – twice, each in turn – and kissed their cheeks.

“I love you,” she said to each. “Thank you so much. I love you.”

Then, finally, reluctantly, Bella let Edward take her by the hand – tug her towards the door – and help her into their car. She waved and blew two more kisses, then watched her parents – waving back – fade into the distance behind them.

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The headline the next day was simple.

Newlyweds killed in wreck

The story in the paper was basic – mostly details off the crime blotter. The Seattle TV stations made a bigger deal out of it – it was a good story for television news. A tragic loss, emotional sound bites from the bride’s father – “A local police chief” – and her mother in tears. Cheerful wedding photos contrasted against somber footage from the scene of the wreck – the mangled metal remains of the Volvo, charred from the fire that broke out when the engine exploded, bloody streaks on the pavement and yellow police tape fluttering in the breeze.

Of course, by the next night, the tragic tale had been forgotten by producers and replaced with a meth bust out of Longview.

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