Sunset of Hearts
As the sun sets, it is the ending of a life. Sure, lives end every day, and new ones begin. But on this twilight, the sun was setting on the most important life in my world. But, it was also dawning on a new life as well. The only catch was, those two lives were both the same. What if Bella had come to Forks, and Edward and his family were human? What if they were like every other family? But, what if they were unfortunately pulled into a dark situation, that was to transform them into the thing of their nightmares, and inconsequentially, something darker than they had ever dreamed of? And what if Bella was the one to keep Edward going through all of this? Basically, what if Edward and his family were human in Forks? (Were being the key word.)
Okay, I know that, if you read my previously completed story, Daylight, I promised an entirely different story. But, I felt a different inspiration to write this one. So, here it is.
16. Chapter 15: The Hardest Part of This is Leaving You
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“Is she okay?”
“She’s just exhausted. She’s been through a lot.”
“Should I take her home?”
“No, it’s probably better if we wait until she wakes.”
There was a long pause, with only the sounds of breathing to break the silence.
“Is he hurt?”
“He has some wounds, but Carlisle’s got him upstairs. Something about not trusting the other doctors and them not allowing him to work on Edward. That man sure is stubborn,” she tried to laugh, but it came out sounding more like a strangled sob.
“Was she hurt as well?”
“No, she was lucky. She came out with only a few scratches and bruises.” The voice sounded almost angry.
“I’m so relieved. But I do hope he pulls through as well. Not to mention what it would do to her – she’s crazy about that boy.”
“And likewise for him.”
There was another long break, and I decided it was time to open my eyes. The sooner I did, the sooner I could see Edward. I rolled over, yawning and stretching my stiff limbs. I was shocked to see my father, standing there in the elegant white living room, but when I thought about it, I had recognized his voice before.
“Oh, Bella! I was so worried about you honey,” he exclaimed, taking me into his arms. I knew I should have said something, but I couldn’t find my voice, and my throat was raw with worry.
He pulled back to look me over, not having been satisfied by Esme’s assessment of my injuries. And then he was satisfied, hugging me once more to his chest. He pulled me to my feet, but I wasn’t sure if I should sit back down or not. My legs wobbled beneath me, and my vision sparkled around the edges.
The first words out of my mouth were, “Where is he?” Esme said nothing, but her gaze flickered to the staircase. I pushed my father’s arms away and started to run to the stairs, but suddenly, Esme was in front of me.
“You can’t go up there.” She didn’t even try to be polite.
“No, I need to see him!” I shouted, trying to push past her.
“He’s resting. Don’t bother him.”
It took a while for Charlie to pull me out of the house, but finally, he managed. All I wanted was to see him, to make sure he was okay. I needed to see him before I left, but I couldn’t. They wouldn’t let me.
The whole car ride home, I stared out the window, not wanting to talk with Charlie – and also not wanting him to see me cry. He pulled up to the house and I jumped out before he was even completely stopped, running up to the door and throwing it open. I locked myself in my room immediately.
Charlie gave up pounding on my door after about five minutes, and I heard him stomp down the stairs in defeat. But I couldn’t talk. I wouldn’t talk. I needed to be alone – to wallow in my misery, my worry, my agony. Because every minute not knowing was torture.
I expected that perhaps someone would call when he woke up, to let me know I could see him. I thought that maybe he might be well enough to call himself – but now I was positive he wouldn’t. He had been in too much pain, and there had been too much blood. And now I was in too much pain thinking about it.
Three days came and went, and still no calls. No one came by. No one bothered to even e-mail me. There was no news, no nothing. I waited and waited. I had decided to wait for them before getting too worried, but then I decided against it. I decided to take matters into my own hands.
I picked up the phone, dialing the number I’d memorized. One ring. Two rings. Three rings.
“Hello?” It was Alice.
“Alice! It’s Bella. Is Edward-”
“No. He hasn’t woken yet. You can’t come to see him. Sorry.”
There was a click as she hung up on me.
I called several times after, getting the same responses over and over again. Sometimes Alice would answer, sometimes someone else would answer. But they said the same thing every time, until finally, Alice got angry.
“Stop calling, Bella. We’ll call when he wakes up.”
And there was nothing left to do then but pace. Every time the phone rang, I’d jump up and rush over to pick it up, new hope budding up within me. But every time it was a bill collector, or someone for Charlie. But never the Cullens.
A week passed, then two. I was forced by Charlie to return to school, but every day when I got home I’d check for messages. There never were any. It happened every day. Every single day. Even when I’d come home, and the red light wasn’t on, I’d press the button anyways, just to be sure. The red light did not like me too much.
Then one day, I came home, not checking the messages right away, already knowing that there wouldn’t be any for me. But as I passed the refrigerator while putting away groceries, I saw a red light blink from in my peripheral vision. I spun around, and hope sprouted within me. I raced across the kitchen and pressed the button and waited impatiently as the machine gave the time and date of the call.
“Bella, its Alice. Edward’s awake, and he wants to see you. But he doesn’t want to meet at home, so he gave me directions to where he’ll be. Take the one-ten north like your going to our house, but then make a right onto six-oh-three and follow that to Oakwood road. Follow that road all the way to the end, and there will be a path. Walk into the forest, about twenty yards in and then wait for him there. I know it’s stupid, but just meet him. Oh, and he wants you there at six o’clock sharp. Goodbye, Bella.” At the end I heard her choke up a bit, as if there was something upsetting her.
Why in the world would he want to meet me in the woods? And why would he risk his health by leaving the house? Maybe he was better already. But I was anxious to see him, so I finished with the groceries and checked the clock. It was almost six already! Hurriedly, I made myself look presentable, then wrote a short not for Charlie, telling him I had gone to see Edward. But I didn’t put in the part about not meeting at his house.
A breeze blew through the trees making me shiver as I waited. I was growing more anxious as the minutes passed and I waited for him to arrive. I was about to give up when I heard a twig snap softly behind me.
I spun around in the direction of the noise and spotted a dark figure leaning against a tree, ten yards away from me. I squinted, trying to make out the face, and I gasped with delight when I realized it was him. I sprinted over to him, prepared to wrap my arms around him and kiss him like there was no tomorrow.
“Stop.” His voice was low and cold as ice as he ordered me. I obeyed, stopping dead in my tracks.
“Edward,” I managed to croak, my throat dry and raspy.
He said nothing, but stared into my eyes, his face blank and emotionless as stone. It confused me, and I wondered what was wrong with him. I noticed a slight difference in his features, and it took me a while to distinguish what it was.
It was his eyes. The startling green of his irises had been replaced by a deep crimson color that reminded me of blood. I screamed once, remembering in my mind the terrifying eyes of Edward’s father that night in the woods.
I backed away slowly, almost tripping and falling backwards over a tree stump. I backed myself into a wide tree, trying to distance myself as much as I could from the now terrifying eyes set in the face of my love.
“Bella-” his voice rang out in pain, knowing that I was afraid of him this time. He reached one hand towards me, but then he dropped it, looking down in anguish.
“Edward, what happened to you?” I managed to say, not able to entirely mask the fear in my words.
“Bella,” he sighed, “I’m…a vampire.”
I couldn’t say anything to that. What was there to say? Absolutely nothing. Nothing at all.
He took another deep breath, and then spoke again. “I can’t be with you anymore.”
“I can’t be with you anymore.”
As I said these words, I saw her confusion turn to agony. I couldn’t bear hurting her, but if I were alone with her any longer, I would hurt her. The smell of her blood filled my nostrils, and I had to dig my nails in the tree behind me to keep from killing her right this second.
“What-what do you mean?” She stammered, her voice filling with grief. From here, I saw her eyes start to well up.
“Bella, I’m a monster. I can’t be around you.” I tried reassuring her, but I wondered if a clean break would be better. I remembered Carlisle trying to teach me about medical science about a year ago, showing me pictures of broken bones. “See this one? It’s a clean break. That way, it’ll heal quicker.”
“You’re not a monster,” she insisted, taking a step from the tree she’d backed into.
“I am.” My voice sounded small and weak with my own self-denial. I didn’t want to be a monster. I didn’t want this to happen. But the monster inside me was screaming for blood, and she smelled so good. I felt venom fill my mouth, rising like bile from my throat, but I choked it down.
“I can’t stay here anymore, Bella,” I sighed. Of course I didn’t want to do this. Hurting her was something I told myself I’d never do, yet here I was. And there she was, simply…mouthwatering…
NO! My conscious screamed. I could not let myself think that way. If I did, the monster would overcome me, and I might kill her. She deserved better. She deserved more than this. More than me.
“I have to go,” I managed to choke out. She looked up from the ground, and for the first time, I see tears falling down her delicate cheeks. Part of me wants to run up to her and take her in my arms, take back everything I have said to hurt her. Another part wants to run up to her and sink my teeth into her flesh, to suck the sweet blood from her veins. The stronger part of me does neither.
“Don’t do this,” she sobbed, “don’t go.”
“I have to. I’m no good for you, Bella.”
“NO! You are! I need you, Edward.”
“I do!” She persists.
“Forget about me, Bella.”
“No,” she cries, “I can never forget you.” Her voice lowers to an agonized whisper. “I love you.”
“I…love you, too.” My voice is just a whisper now as well. For I know that if I speak any louder, my voice will give away my feelings.
“Don’t leave me. Please.” Her voice comes as a raspy whisper, needy and lonely.
“NO!” She screams suddenly, throwing herself at me. Her fingers grab at my shirt, pulling herself closer to me. Winding my arms around her, she feels delicate and weak in my grasp. I can hear her blood pulsing in her veins, practically begging me to…
I have to crane my neck away from her and push her to the ground. She sits, staring up, hurt and alone from the cold hard ground. She looks like a little child who’s fallen and scraped up their knee, wanting to burst out into sobs, but also trying to be strong. To be a big girl.
I am horrified. Horrified that I can stand here and hurt her like this. Horrified that I was so close to letting the monster win. So close to killing her and feeling her warm blood rush into my mouth. Horrified that I can just toss her to the ground like nothing, and watch her cry. Horrified that there’s nothing I can do.
I can’t stay. Watching her is killing me from the inside out, and I can’t stand hurting her like this. Listening to her soft sobs echo into the air is agony, and smelling her blood and resisting is even worse. I want to stay, but I can’t.
I turn away – turn my back on my love. Turn my back on my life. Turn my back on my angel. Turn my back on my Bella. I turn away, leaving my heart behind me. I turn away, leaving my soul behind me. I turn away, leaving the only thing that matters behind me.
She cries out, and I turn my head slightly to see her reaching up to me. Her sobs intensify, and she can barely breathe anymore. I clench my fists and my jaw, and turn my head back away from her. I feel the pain spread through me, like the fire that ran through my veins. But this is not fire. This is ice. The numb feeling overcomes the pain, and I am grateful, at least, for that. But I deserve the pain.
She says my name one last time, and I commit the sound to memory. It’s an agonized whisper, but I cannot change that. I can’t take back what I’ve said. I can’t take back what I’ve done. I can’t take back what’s happened to me.
I run. I run, leaving her crying behind me. I run away from my problems. I run away from my fears. I run away from my dreams. I run away from my life. Most of all, I run away from everything I’d ever wanted.She screams my name, and I choke back the sobs I can feel coming.
- Chapter 1: Fateful Hello
- Chapter 2: How Strange It Was
- Chapter 3: Phospholipids and Plastic Cheese
- Chapter 4: "Three days could change everything."
- Chapter 5: All At Once
- Chapter 6: Chicken Noodle Soup WITH A SODA ON THE SIDE
- Chapter 7: Vampiran Flu
- Chapter 8: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?
- Chapter 9: Remembering
- Chapter 10: Visting Hours
- AUTHORS NOTE
- Chapter 11: March the Second
- Chapter 12: Exchanging Body Heat in the Passenger Seat
- Chapter 13: Flashbacks are Finally Helpful
- Chapter 14: Vampires Will Never Hurt You
- Chapter 15: The Hardest Part of This is Leaving You
- Chapter 16: The Double T Diner
- Chapter 17: Reunion?
- Chapter 19: The End!
- Chapter 20: A/N My bad!
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