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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3. Chapter 3
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That night, Edward sat in the rocking chair in Bella’s room – listening to her soft breathing as she slept. He liked the sound, as the air moved past her lips; he especially loved when she murmured his name. His thoughts were interrupted, though, by another presence outside the window.
He heard both her thoughts and her actions, as Buffy stealthily climbed up the front of the house and sat, perched, on the shallow roof outside Bella’s window. It seemed the Slayer was having a restless night and, worried about the rogue Victoria, had come to stake out Bella’s house, just in case.
Silently, he slipped open the window and sat himself beside Buffy. She startled when he said, “Hi,” and waved. He was inches from her, but Buffy had not heard the window open, had not heard Edward climb out and sit beside her – and had not heard him shut the window behind him. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized.
“Where did you come from?” she asked, catching her breath.
He nodded back towards the house. “I usually spend the night with Bella.”
Buffy smirked. “Does her father know about that?”
Edward’s lips curled upward. “It’s just one of many things that Chief Swan is unaware of.” He sighed. “Usually I just watch her sleep. I can’t – and I find watching Bella a comfort.”
“I couldn’t sleep either,” Buffy said, misunderstanding.
“No,” Edward said. “I mean I can’t sleep. Ever. It’s one of those qualities my kind of vampires possesses – the lack of slumber. We’re not capable. We can rest our eyes – we can daydream … but we don’t sleep.”
“Oh,” Buffy replied. “I’m sorry.”
He shrugged. “It’s overrated. Think of all the extra time I have.”
“You mean the extra time, besides eternity?”
Edward nodded. “That’s the one.”
Buffy sighed. “Sometimes I wish I didn’t need to sleep. Sometimes I just can’t, no matter how much I need it. Nights like tonight. Like the last night in Sunnydale … Thank god for Starbucks, at least.”
“I’m glad that you care,” Edward said seriously. “About Bella. I don’t like the situation here one bit, but until Victoria is gone, there’s not much I can do.”
“I know you’re scared,” she replied. She wasn’t talking about Victoria, and Edward knew it. She was taking about the promise he’d made to Bella. “I know you don’t let her see it, but I can tell. It reminds me of … someone.”
“The other vampire?” Edward said, seeing the man’s brooding face in her thoughts.
“But he never meant to change you,” Edward stated.
Buffy shook her head. “No, but I changed him. When we were together … the first time, when we … I took his soul away. Literally – his happiness of being with me took his soul away.” She looked up at Edward. “He was cursed.”
He nodded, already having seen the story in her memories. “I know.”
Buffy half-shrugged and half-nodded. “Of course, that’s right.” She sighed again. “Well, anyway, I understand what you’re feeling. It’s not the same, I know … but I get it.”
“And what do you think?” Edward asked. Of all the Slayer’s thoughts that night, that was the one he could not see – could not hear. Her mind was muddled with too many memories of the other vampire.
Buffy rubbed her temple and let out a loud breath. “These human-vampire romances are always screwed up. Angel would never have changed me because, well, I’d have ended up evil. Plus – ew. I mean, no offense.”
Edward smiled. “None taken. I wouldn’t want to be a vampire like that, either.”
“But there’s part of me that still believes we’re meant to be together – that we’re soul mates. And there’s part of me that has never stopped aching for him – and probably never will.” She shivered, but not from the cold.
“So you don’t think your situation will ever change with this Angel?”
She shrugged. “Maybe. I told him once I wasn’t ready – that I was still baking. And who knows? Maybe I’m ready now … but he’s not here. Spike is.”
“So you’re with Spike then?”
“For now.” She tucked a loose hair behind her ear. “It won’t last, and I know that. I think Spike does, too. I think he’s just enjoying the time he has with me. He’s grateful. But we both know … we’re not meant to be. Not really, not in the end. In the end … I still think it will be Angel. I still believe that, somehow, it will work out. He’s fighting for his humanity right now.”
“Your other vampire?”
Buffy nodded. “It’s a long story. Prophecies and champions and whatnot … kind of boring, actually. But the end result … if it works like we think … means we can be together finally.”
“How?” Edward was curious now. If there were some way to avoid changing Bella …
“Like I said, it’s a prophecy thing.” Buffy turned to Edward. “It won’t work for you. It’s not for your type.” Edwards shoulders sagged. His momentary hope faded. “Besides,” Buffy continued, “you already promised Bella eternal damnation.”
Edward’s jaw tightened. “That’s not funny.”
“She loves you, you know.” Edward nodded. He knew. Buffy continued. “As much as I would discourage anyone from becoming a vampire … I actually think this might be the right thing to do in this situation.”
Edward could tell she was being honest, but he still found the sentiment doubtful.
“Let me put it this way,” Buffy said. “I’ve already explained the whole Angel thing … but if we were in your shoes … if Angel were like you … I’d have become a vampire a long time ago. And not because Angel was weak or wanted to condemn me – but because it would mean an eternity together. Without the whole evil, demon thing, I mean.”
Edward laughed, in spite of himself. Buffy’s way of saying things may be a bit unconventional, but her message was nonetheless honest. “Thanks,” he said. “It doesn’t make the decision any happier to make … but it helps. So thanks.”
“No problemo,” Buffy said, smiling.
They sat together in silence until dawn, when Edward crept back inside before Bella woke – and when Buffy reluctantly returned to the crappy motel room she was sharing with Spike.
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