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September 13th

CHAPTER TEN -- the last chapter -- NOW POSTEDThe waiting is finally over ... The days leading up to and following Bella’s 19th birthday – the year she never turned 19. And yes, this is a sequel to “August 13th.”

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10. Chapter 10

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“Hopelessly, I’ll love you endlessly …”
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When the clock struck midnight and my birthday officially came to an end, Edward wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled me outside to his car. He was overeager, so I knew something was up even before I saw the bags and boxes stuffed into the backseat and trunk of the Volvo.


“Come on,” he said, pulling me to the car and opening the passenger side door. Before letting me slide in, though, he caught me up in his arms and kissed me passionately. “We’re going,” he said, a twinkle in his eyes.


“Happy birthday, Bella.” He grinned again as he closed the door for me and sprinted to the driver’s seat. The engine revved silently and he pressed the gas pedal down as far as it would go.

“Wait, you mean, we’re leaving?”

“Just like I promised … you and me alone.”

His phone trilled. I saw him look at the readout – Alice Cullen. He flashed another grin towards me and then turned it off. “You’d better do the same,” he said, his eyes flicking towards my pocket. As I pulled out my own, new phone and turned it off, he continued. “She’s not happy about this. She was still going to try to pull some kind of party. She was just waiting until after midnight.”

“Didn’t she see you planning this?”

Edward looked over at me and grinned wickedly. “Not until it was too late.”

“Last minute decision?”

“I was mulling over several choices before settling on this one about five minutes ago.”

I grinned back at him. “God, I love you.”

He rolled his eyes nonchalantly. “I know.” We both giggled. It felt good to escape; a little naughty even, the way he’d deceived Alice. And we were going to be alone together – finally, blissfully alone.

After some time of driving, we finally pulled up in front of a small cabin. It looked dark and cold, but cozy. It was the type of place that, were we still human, Edward and I would have snuggled up together under a warm blanket in front of a roaring fire to wait out the winter. The snow had grown thicker and more dense the farther we’d driven – the temperature outside continuing to drop as we’d pushed farther North. The cabin was alone in the snowy landscape, drifts piling up thicker against the foundation and the wooden steps leading up to the Craftsman-style front porch.

“Wait here,” Edward whispered in my ear and disappeared in a blur. Suddenly, the windows of the cabin brightened with the glow of electric light and in their beams, I could see the faint lines of power cables cascading from the house to poles some distance away. In another moment, smoke began puffing from the stone chimney. Apparently, though we had no need for the warmth, Edward thought a cozy fire would be quite appropriate. I tended to agree.

I felt a sudden burst of cold air as Edward returned to the seat beside me in the car. “Well, what do you think?” he asked, overeager.

“It’s wonderful,” I said. “At least, from out here …”

He rolled his eyes and helped me out of the car. We stood only briefly arm-in-arm – looking up at the house – before Edward was hauling boxes and bags from the car to the porch. I took my time as he blurred past me, allowing him the opportunity to provide for me as he’d so often longed to do.

Once he’d moved all our things inside, Edward escorted me in. The cabin was already furnished with Swedish-modern sofas and chairs and tables and cabinets that I would expect in a much more contemporary, stylish home … not the Craftsman-style building we were currently in. But somehow, the contemporary furnishings worked alongside the rustic. And the blazing fire was welcoming – as was the plush cream-colored rug laid out in front of it.

“No neighbors for miles,” he murmured in my ear as he slipped off my stylish though rather unnecessary jacket. “We are alone in a desolate world of snow.”

“Desolate?” I said, quirking an eyebrow in his direction. “It looks more like a wonderland, to me.”

He smiled, but it faded from his face as he looked at me appraisingly. The glow from the fireplace cast flickering shadows on the far walls. In the dancing light, I saw Edward’s eyes darken. “This is our life now, Bella. You and me. Forever.”

“Just us.”

“Just us,” he confirmed.

The enormity of this truth silenced me. Looking around at the house – our house – I suddenly felt very grown-up. This was not pretend; we weren’t playing house. This was our life now, regardless of our ageless future. We were married. Husband and wife. Independent from the world.

Edward yanked me suddenly from my thoughts – literally, yanked me by the wrist and I fell into his arms. He crushed his mouth to mine. This kiss was more urgent than others we’d shared; more desperate.

Less careful.

Edward could not break me now and there was no one around to interrupt. No reason at all to control himself.

When he finally pulled away, we were both panting.

“It’s going to be a long time until you’ll be okay out in the world,” he said.

“I guess it’s a good thing I’m not getting any older.”

I watched curiously as my favorite crooked smile touched his lips and spread gradually into a larger, more enveloping grin – touching his eyes and his face; his whole countenance brightening. “You really are the same Bella,” he said, “but you are so much more incredibly patient than you used to be.”

I shrugged. “I can afford to be patient now. Time isn’t working against me any more. Although,” I added coyly, “I don’t know what I’ll do to keep busy.”

An almost wicked expression played across Edward’s features and he reached towards me. One hand clutched at my neck – his thin, cold fingers clasping tightly against my flesh – as he pressed his lips to my throat. “I can think of a few things.”

I meant to respond, but I quickly found myself incapable of doing so. We had not been together in this way since my change. It just hadn’t seemed right. We were never alone, to begin with – what with the Cullens and Tanya’s family constantly around there was a noticeable lack of privacy. And then there was the fact that I was still learning my new body. But we were alone now. Just the two of us, here in this house. Our house. No one for miles.

Edward still clutched my throat, then gathered my wrists in his other hand and pinned them above my head as he flung me against the wall. He pressed against me – and for once, I felt his weight against my own body and it sent a new thrill through me. Framed pictures banged against the wall with the force of our efforts. He crushed his lips against mine and the pressure was new; it was intense. These were not the reserved, careful caresses I had grown accustomed to. Even after our first time together, when Edward and I had been intimate – when I was still human – it had been careful; measured. This was the exact opposite. It was passionate and feverish and desperate.

It was erotic.

No longer the weaker one, I pulled my hands free from Edward’s shackles and wrapped them around his head – grasping tight fistfuls of his hair and pulling myself ever tighter against him. The force of my assault sent us backwards and the back of Edward’s knees hit the edge of the sofa arm. His legs buckled beneath him and we tumbled backwards – our lips never parting.

Edward snaked a hand from my face and down my side, tickling my breast and my waist and my hip, where he finally took hold and flipped us over onto the floor – onto the carpet in front of the fireplace – so that he was now pressing down against me. He no longer had to be careful; he didn’t have to worry about crushing me. We could just be. I moaned in pleasure, delighting in the feel of his body pressing down on me.

“Where did this come from?” I gasped, as Edward pressed hot kisses against my throat, his teeth grazing my skin – pulling away my clothes to expose more of my flesh. He flung himself at me with abandon, plucking fervently at the buttons on my blouse.

“You’re – not – breakable,” he said between kisses. He tugged away my shirt and yanked off my jeans; I kicked off my shoes to be helpful.

“Oh,” I said obviously and giggled as the last of my clothes disappeared. He left only my birthday gift – the weighty necklace – and he took great delight in seeing it against my naked flesh, the stones glimmering in the firelight. He trailed kisses along the chain up my neck and across my collarbone.

“You should let me give you more jewelry,” he said, punctuating each word with another kiss.

I swooned under his lips. “If this is what happens when you give me jewelry, sure …”

I let him cover my in kisses a while longer – savoring each caress, each touch – each one more heated than in the past. The pressure more intense – and my body responding so much more vehemently. Our bodies were cold, but our passion ignited our flesh. I grew dizzy from Edward’s affections and gave myself over to the sensations – rolling with each wave of rapture that came with his caresses. I could feel orgasms – yes, multiple – building inside of me – wave after wave, rolling like an angry ocean. It was more than any human body could have contained.

When I thought, at last, that I might burst, I pushed Edward up and away from me. It was my turn, now, to undress him. Haphazardly, I yanked at the button and zipper on his pants. He took the liberty of pulling his sweater off over his head, then crushed his mouth to mine again as – together – we tugged his bottoms off in one swift movement.

We rolled together and I pressed down against him and I felt his arousal against my thigh. I raised an eyebrow and looked down at him. He shook his head, exasperated. “It’s been too long,” he said and rolled again, pinning me beneath him once more. “You don’t mind if I get right to the point, do you?”

“God, please!”

I felt the house bend and creak beneath us as we coupled together – the force of our true passion, unbridled by our immortality and strength. It was in this moment – in the joining of our two bodies – that I finally realized why Edward had always been so careful, so controlled and so nervous around me. Because when we really gave ourselves over to our instincts – as we now were – the mere force of his passion would have killed me, were I still human. The waves I’d felt building earlier came crashing into shore – one after the other; break upon break. I heard screams and then realized it was my own voice – crying out in pleasure. Above me and inside of me, I felt Edward reaching his own pinnacle as his movements gained speed and force. He pounded into me and it felt as if he might drive me into the ground – through the floor and foundation and snow and into the earth – and I didn’t care. I wanted to let him. I craved him more with every thrust. And when it finally felt like my body could handle no more – even my new, stronger body – as if it would shatter into a million pieces, we came together. I clutched at his shoulders and he held me to him, gasping for unneeded breaths between kisses.

And it was in that moment of ecstasy that I found comfort knowing that we had forever to stay like this. I was more grateful than ever to be a vampire – to finally be just like Edward. Collapsing in his embrace – encircled in his arms – it felt like we were riding off into the sunset; like happily ever after.

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The End

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