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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6. Chapter 6
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“I will follow you into the dark …”
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We were only alone for a few hours before Carlisle knocked softly at the door and came inside – shutting the door again behind him. “I was worried,” he said quietly, stepping towards us. Edward still held me against his chest – the two of us curled up together on the sofa. The so-called vampire migraine had not lessened significantly, though I was growing more accustomed to the waves and swells of pain. It was easier sitting quietly in Edward’s arms; easier when I didn’t try to fight the pain. “I hadn’t heard anything in a while … I wanted to be sure you were okay.”
“Thank you,” I said, my voice low and quiet. “I will be okay … I think.”
Carlisle did not have to ask what was wrong; Edward heard the question in his head before he could even voice it for my benefit. “Withdrawal,” he explained. “The morphine seems to have had an adverse effect …”
“Are you in pain, Bella?” Carlisle asked me, clearly concerned.
I groaned in response. “She calls it a vampire migraine,” Edward said, with a smile in his voice. He was still amused by my choice of words.
Carlisle knelt beside us – but did not ask me to move. His hands felt my forehead and – like Edward’s touch – they felt cool against my forehead, despite my new, much lower body temperature. It was just more evidence that I was not entirely well. The migraine, or whatever it was, left my head hotter than it should have been. His fingers prodded at my temple and he looked into my eyes. “I’m terribly sorry, Bella,” he said, still looking me over with the careful eyes of a trained doctor. “I wish there was something I could do for you. Normally, I might prescribe a smaller dose of pain medication to help ease you off … but I think that might just make things worse. Especially now that your body has changed. When I gave you the morphine, you were still mostly human. And you’re not human, anymore.”
“Is there anything you can do?” Edward asked, a pained tone to his voice.
Carlisle shook his head regretfully. “I’m afraid not. You’ll just have to wait it out, though you’ve got the right idea. Just lay quietly until things feel better. You don’t actually have a migraine, but keeping the room dark might help anyway. I’m sure your new senses aren’t helping – colors and lights are much more intense now and every sound must be making you insane.”
I shrugged. There wasn’t anything I could do about it.
“Well, I’ll turn the lights off on my way out. You might want to move to the bed – there’s more room, and you’d probably be more comfortable. Just keep quiet and relax. If Edward holding you helps, I am sure he will not leave your side. If it bothers you – insist that he leaves.” Carlisle smiled at the belligerent expression crossing Edward’s face.
“He can stay,” I said, reassuring him.
“And I will ask the others to stay quiet,” Carlisle continued. “Call if you need anything.”
As promised, Carlisle left – flicking off the lights on his way out. Instantly, my body relaxed. I hadn’t realized how much the glare had been bothering me. But he was right – the lights and colors were so much more intense now and they had been making the pain in my head worse.
Gently, Edward scooped me up in his arms – one behind my knees and the other cradling my head to his shoulder – and carried me to the bed. He laid me down carefully, tenderly arranging the pillows around me. Once satisfied, he climbed next to me and accepted me as I crawled back into his embrace, tucking my head against his chest. I could tell that Carlisle had passed along his message, as well, because many of the sounds buzzing in my ears were suddenly silenced. Instinctively, I sighed – relieved.
“Better?” Edward asked in a whisper.
“Yes,” I said, still sighing. “Much better.”
We were silent and still for a long time before I stirred again. In that time, the window had darkened, turning from orange to red to violet and finally a midnight blue. I don’t know what time it was; very late – but I was not sleepy. I did not need slumber any more, though part of me wished I could just sleep off the pain I was currently suffering. “Edward?”
“Hm?” It almost sounded as if he had drifted away; I wondered where his thoughts had taken him.
“I thought you should know that, despite my current discomfort … I am very, very happy right now.”
He pulled away to look down at me. I was amused by the expression on his face – equal parts confusion and wonderment.
“I love you, Edward,” I continued. “And I’m very happy to be your wife. And I’m very happy to be like you – to be able to spend forever with you. That we’re equals, completely now.”
He smiled and his face warmed with it. “Oh, we’re not equal, Bella,” he said, joy coloring his tone. “You will always have some irreparable hold over me – no matter what. And I rather like it that way.”
“You do?” I asked, surprised.
“Well,” he said rolling his eyes, “usually. When you’re not using your power for evil. You know … tempting me.”
“Ah, well,” I said, the joking tone weak in my voice but still evident, “at least I don’t make you hungry any more.”
I was relieved when he laughed in response; his chest bouncing with the effort. I was happy to know that the subject of my blood and his desire for it was no longer a restricted subject. It had never bothered me, but it always made him so upset. I think he was angry with himself for wanting me that way; that part of him would rather kill me and drink my blood. But once I’d become a vampire – once he’d bitten me, tasted my blood and stopped – he knew that the better part of him won the struggle. He proved to himself the true extent of his self-control and of his love for me. “You are incorrigible, Bella Cullen.”
I smiled. “I really like the sound of that.”
He grinned back in the dark. “Me too.”
“I’ll be okay, right?” I asked, uncertainty coloring my voice. I was still feeling a bit like Lois Lane. I wanted to be strong and it didn’t feel like I ever would be.
Edward kissed my hair, inhaling deeply. He sighed – relieved, I imagine, that I still smelled the same. “Yes, you will be okay, Bella. You’ll be surprised how quickly the vampire body heals. I think you’ve been struck a little harder because of the transformation. Carlisle said so himself. You got the morphine as a human, but it was still in your bloodstream when you became a vampire. The effect is likely to leave you out of your element … even if it is your new element. You should be fine by morning.”
“Yes,” he said, smiling. “Let’s hope so, anyway. Otherwise, Alice might come undone. She’s got all she can do not to burst in here right now, but she knows better than that.” His voice rose slightly in volume. “She knows that if she did that, I wouldn’t hesitate to tear her to pieces. And if empty threats don’t work – she still knows that it would be unpleasant for you and she wouldn’t want to put her dearest friend into any more pain than she’s already suffering from.” Edward spoke as if to me, but his words were clearly directed towards the closed door.
Outside, I could hear a soft harrumph and the quiet padding of feet down the hallway.
Edward chuckled and I rolled my eyes. It was sweet, really, that Alice wanted to see me. It occurred to me that, perhaps, her visions of my future had changed since my transformation, though she’d always said she’d seen that I would one day be a vampire. I wondered, what did she see now?
Edward must have noticed my distraction, my gaze still lingering vacantly toward the closed door. He placed two fingers on my cheek and pulled my chin back around to face him. He leaned down and kissed my neck, my jaw, then my lips. “Tomorrow,” he said. “Rest now … sleep.”
He stared down at me petulantly. “Pretend.”
I rolled my eyes, but closed them momentarily and snuggled more deeply against him. Edward wrapped his arms more tightly around me, as if trying to pull me through his body and into the cage of his ribs. And after several moments of silence – just listening to his breathing beneath me; matching the pattern of my own breathing to his – I found pretending to sleep a very easy thing to do.
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