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Different Sorts

Summary:
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?


Notes:
ATTENTION READERS: DO NOT STEAL MY STORIES. Someone has stolen some of my stories from this website and posted them as their own on fanfiction.net. It is plaigarism, it is stealing and it is illegal. Read, enjoy -- but don't steal. Buffy/Twilight series crossover Takes place after New Moon and post-series for Buffy. Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.


11. Chapter 11

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On the night of their wedding, Bella and Edward were joined by four people – Buffy, Spike and two of Edward’s siblings – Emmett and Alice. Together, they created an elaborate crash scene. They watched for awhile, as the flames consumed the mangled Volvo – shuddered when the fire reached the engine and exploded. Then they left – the others heading back to Forks; Edward and Bella driving the new Audi out to Neah Bay.

Bella and Edward sat together on the beach that night – still dressed from the wedding. Edward held her as her insides crumbled. She was mourning her own death – mourning the pain she knew her family would suffer in the coming weeks.

Edward watched the black waves lap at the shore. The rhythm was soothing – like a beating heart. Edward wondered if he’d done the right thing, allowing Bella this last goodbye. He had planned everything in his head, but his plans had been dashed when Victoria attacked and he found Bella dying in his arms. He didn’t doubt that she’d been dying – he’d seen the heavy rise and fall of her chest, the gasping for air, the blood coming from her lips. He could hear her body dying inside – could hear the whistle of the air from her punctured lung, the labored beating of her heart. He’d known the truth. But still, he wondered whether he’d done the right thing. Sweeping her away, taking her humanity in her last dying moments. Perhaps his act would save her – protect her from damnation. He hoped, but he was never sure. Edward sighed and pulled her closer to him.

When the sun broke over the horizon at the ocean’s edge, Edward took Bella’s face in his hands and kissed her. No matter what had happened, they still had each other – and that was what really mattered. That was why they’d gone down this path, after all.

Bella smiled, early rays of sunshine touching her face. The nightmare was over – and they were married.

Hand-in-hand, they walked back up the beach, checked into a bed and breakfast and hid in their room.

Bella stood by the bed, plucking at the layers of fabric on her gown. Edward clicked the lock on the door and turned to face her. He smiled at her fussing – her twisting fingers. She was nervous, but there was no need. The worst was over – and they could finally celebrate their marriage together.

Edward walked across the room and stood face-to-face with Bella. He tucked a loose curl behind her ear, then ran his fingers along her jaw. His fingers tipped her chin up to look into his eyes. He bent his head and kissed her lips softly. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him – eliminating the small space between them. Bella reacted instinctively – she wrapped her arm up his shoulder and grasped the back of his neck. The kiss deepened.

Their mouths parted and Edward’s eyes were dark – but he was not thirsty. Not for blood.

He began kissing her neck and collarbone, while his fingers reached behind Bella and began undoing the laces on her dress. She lifted her arms when he was done and Edward pulled the gown over her head, laying it carefully on a chair in the corner. He watched her back up until her knees hit the bed and she sank down onto the mattress as he undid the buttons on his shirt and stepped out of his trousers.

For a while, Edward just looked at her, admiring her beauty. His wife was beautiful and smart and brave and he loved her more than anything else in the world. His wife. He liked the way that sounded in his head.

Grinning, Edward climbed onto the bed beside Bella, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her to him. He used his other hand to brush her hair from her face, to run his fingers through the curls.

“I love you, you know,” he said, gazing into her wide eyes. “I really do.”

She smiled and bit her lip. “I love you, too.”

Then he kissed her again and they forgot the world.

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