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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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15. Chapter 15

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Darkness blurred past the window. Bella laid her head against the cold glass and, for the first time since becoming a vampire, wished she could sleep. Ahead, the headlights illuminated the dark road – but beyond their beam, was nothing – as if the world ceased to exist beyond their light. The only sound that broke the silence was the soft squeak of the windshield wipers. Even the rain was noiseless as they sped south on I-5 in the gloom.

The Audi was the only car on the road. The others had scattered in different directions – to keep the werewolves off their track, just in case they got past Buffy. The family would reunite somewhere in a few months.

So for now, it was just Bella and Edward – alone in the silence. She glanced over at him in the dark silence. His knuckles where white on the steering wheel – whiter than normal – and his jaw was clenched tight. She could see the dimples in his cheeks where he was sucking in at his own flesh. His eyes were dark as they stared ahead into the rain and the night.

“Edward?” Bella said, her voice cracking as she broke the silence. “Where are we going?”

For a moment his eyes narrowed, then he seemed to finally hear her question and his jaw relaxed. He glanced over at her and she saw the faintest glimmer of a smile pass the corners of his lips. He breathed oddly – as if almost chuckling. Finally, the softness reached his eyes. “We’re going on our honeymoon,” he said – and this time, he really did smile.

It was not the answer Bella had been expecting, if she had been expecting anything at all. Her mouth formed a perfect “Oh,” but the word did not actually escape her lips.

Edward kept one hand on the steering wheel, but rested his other on Bella’s thigh. “Where did you think we were going?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t really think about it until just now. I just knew we had to leave Forks.”

He stared at her, an odd smile still touching his mouth. “You honestly didn’t think about our honeymoon?”

She shrugged. “Well, we went to Neah Bay …”

At that, Edward did laugh. A loud sound that didn’t last long – but a laugh, nonetheless. “One day in Neah Bay is not a honeymoon.” He chuckled again. “Oh, Bella … you didn’t think that was all I’d planned for us, did you?”

She bit her lip and was silent. That would be a yes.

Edward sighed. “That was all we could have then, because we had to get back and help pack – to get out of town. But I have planned a honeymoon.”

“So where are we going?”

“The Oregon coast.”

“We’re going to the beach? But what about the sunlight? We’ll be stuck indoors all day …”

Edward shook his head. “I didn’t say the beach. I said the coast – the Oregon coast. And in September, the chance of sun at the Oregon coast is about slim to none. It’ll be windy, gloomy and wonderful.”

Truer words were never spoken. The Oregon coast was a beautiful place – more like New England, than the beaches of California – the entire coastline was dotted with sandy beaches, huge rock formations, lighthouses and forests. The wind whipped up the coast like a hurricane – especially in the fall and winter – and it rained almost every day, regardless of the season. Sometimes, in the cold winter, it would even snow.

“Oh,” Bella said, resettling herself in the car seat. They’d been on the road for a few hours already. “In that case … it sounds lovely.” She smiled and returned her gaze out the windshield.

Suddenly, the rain and the darkness didn’t seem so gloomy, after all.