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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.

4. Chapter 4: "Three days could change everything."

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There I was, wandering aimlessly through the forest. I wasn’t exactly sure where I was going or how long it would take to get there, but still I wandered. I pushed through the branches that blocked my way and continued further and further into the abyss that enveloped me. It soon became too dark to even see my hand before my face.

The darkness didn’t seem to phase me. I continued on through the bracken and leaves until I tripped over a thick tree root and fell to the muddy ground with a small scream. As I was getting back up, I realized I wasn’t alone.

I turned around at the sound of a branch snapping loudly. There was a small break in the trees, where a single ray of moonlight fell, illuminating a pale figure. It took me a few minutes to grasp that I was possibly in danger, but still I did not run. It wasn’t like running would do me any good anyways.

“Hello?” My voice echoed in the silence, startling me with its raspy sound.

The figure illuminated by the moonlight looked up, his face still in shadows. From what I could tell, he was tall and lean, with dark hair. He took a step forward and gazed right at me. I heard a gasping noise, and it took me a while to realize that it came from me.

The eyes that stared at me were red, a deep crimson that deepened until it was black around the edges. He smiled a small smile and his lips pulled back over glistening, razor-sharp teeth. He took another step forward.

I turned and ran, although my instincts were screaming for me to hide. I pushed through the branches, breathing accelerating towards hyperventilation, and heart thumping wildly in my chest. And then I ran into something solid and hard.

We both fell to the ground, making a rustle as the leaves cracked beneath us. He stood up, and in the dim light, I realized it was Edward, hair disheveled, and green eyes confused. I jumped up at once, grabbing his hand and tugging with all my might. He followed obediently.

“Bella, where are we going? What’s wrong?” He asked over and over again. His voice betrayed his fear, and my heart twisted at the sound of it as he spoke.

“Run, Edward! We have to run!” I screamed repeatedly. I pushed through another thick set of branches and then stopped, frozen in place.

The man from before stood in front of me, red eyed and terrifying. He sauntered forward and smelled the air, as if tasting the fear radiating from us. My heart continued to thump in my chest, as if it knew it didn’t have much time left to beat.

“Back off,” Edward cried defensively, stepping between the strange man and me.

“Edward, no!” I shrieked, trying in vain to pull him away.

The man laughed and took a step forward. His pale hand flashed out, grasping Edward’s neck and squeezing. My final scream echoed through the silence.

I sat up ramrod straight in bed. Frantically, my head turned back and forth, but the terror from my nightmare was nowhere to be found. I was in my room, under the covers, safely in my bed. I sighed in relief.

Not even a minute later, my alarm clock went off, causing me to jump at the sudden sound. I hit the snooze button and stepped out of bed, shivering as my feet hit the cold hard wood floor. I dressed in a daze, not sure whether my dream was prophetic or not.

I gulped down a bowl of cereal before driving to school. For once, it wasn’t raining, and that brightened my mood. By the time I arrived, pulling in beside a silver Volvo, I’d forgotten the dream entirely.

I met Edward at a set of picnic tables, with his binder open, scribbling something on a sheet of paper. His brothers and sisters were nowhere to be found, so I sat down across from him. The creaking of the wood alerted him of my arrival, and he looked up, a grin spreading across his face.

“Good morning,” I chirped happily.

“Morning,” he replied groggily.

“Tired?” I asked, seeing the shadows beneath his eyes.

“I didn’t sleep too well,” he replied with a yawn.

“How come?”

“I kept having this weird nightmare. It was like, I was running through his forest, and then there was this guy with these weird red eyes, and-”

“I had the same dream!” I exclaimed in shock.

“How strange…” he murmured. “Well, at any rate, it was weird as anything,” he laughed nervously.

“Yeah, it’ probably just a coincidence,” I suggested wearily.

“Most likely,” he replied, pausing. “Hey do you-,” he started, but was cut off by the nasal ringing of the bell.


He looked like he was about to say something, but stopped. “Never mind. See you at lunch?”

“Sure.” He gathered his books and hurried off in the direction of his first class. Left wondering what it had been that he had wanted to tell me, but had gotten cut off by the first bell, I turned and walked slowly though campus to my first class.

The whole day I was mulling it over again and again, and I came up empty. Maybe he was going to ask if I had understood the homework for Biology. Or maybe…no, that’d never happen. I shook my head with finality.

I went to lunch excitedly, leaving my first day friends behind. It wasn’t like they were really my friends in the first place. They just wanted to be the first to get the new girl by their side. Edward had already one that position. I got to lunch a little later today – my Trigonometry teacher had decided to let us out five minutes late – so everyone was seated by the time I had bought my lunch.

I figured there was still an open spot at the Cullen’s lunch table, but I still paused hesitantly by the seat next to Alice. Edward motioned for me to sit down. I picked up my pizza and took a bite before they all started talking.

“Aren’t you going to ask her, Edward?” Alice asked, bumping his foot under the table.

“I was going to wait a while, Alice,” he hissed under his breath.

“But you were going to ask her this morning,” she insisted. “That’s why you made us leave you sitting by yourself.”

“Alice!” He hissed again. My eyes, confused, swiveled back and forth between Edward and Alice.

“Oh, come on. Just say it. It’s not like she isn’t already suspicious,” Jasper intersected, glancing at me.

“Are you guys talking about me?” I asked, even though it had already been confirmed.

“Yes. Now, Edward, ask her,” Alice said through her teeth.

He let out an exasperated sigh before turning to me. “This morning, before the bell rang, I was going to ask you something.” All of his family was watching him intently. His cheeks reddened.

“Yes?” I managed to ask, my heart thrumming unsteadily in my chest. Was he going to ask me that? I could only hope.

He chose his words carefully, and I knew he did it so I would think him stupid, but it was driving me crazy! Couldn’t he just get it out?

“I wanted to know if you would…” the following words came out as a mumbled slur, so much that I couldn’t even guess what he’d said, “with me?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I was wondering if you would,” mumble, mumble, mumble, “with me?”

“Pardon me?”

“Do you want to,” he sighed heavily, then mumbled three words, “with me?”

“Spit it out, Edward!” Alice practically screamed.

He started the sentence over again, but now it all sounded like jumbled gush.

Alice sighed. “Edward wants to know if you’d go to the beach with him, and us, because he doesn’t want it to sound like a date.” She rolled her eyes.

“Alice!” He growled, his face turning as red as the processed fake pepperoni on my pizza.

“Well,” I laughed nervously, “I don’t think I could’ve taken it if you’d tried to mumble that again!” Everyone except Edward laughed.

“So can you come?” He asked, managing to regain some of his dignity.

“I’ll have to check with Charlie – I mean my dad – first, but he shouldn’t mind. I’d love to come.”

“Great!” He exclaimed, genuinely happy about it.

“Which beach were you talking about?” I asked after taking a bite of pizza.

“First beach. You know, up by the Quileute reservation?”

“Oh there! I’ve been there dozens of times with my dad,” I replied.

We spent the remainder of the lunch period discussing plans about transportation and things to pack and dates and times and such. When we were finished eating, Jasper and Emmett went to their English class, Jasper went to his Calculus class, and Alice came with Edward and me to Biology. She waved goodbye when we got to the door, and disappeared down the narrow foot path to her Government class. Edward and I entered the class room.

When we were seated in the back with our notebooks open in front of us and awaiting the teacher’s arrival, Edward turned to speak to me.

“I’m sorry about lunch,” he apologized.

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, I was referring to the mumbling incident,” he said, trailing off suggestively.

“Oh, that. It’s okay; I would’ve done the same thing.”

“I’m not sure why, but I don’t think I’d be surprised if you were right on that one,” he said, lightening the mood.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I retorted mock-sarcastically.

His expression changed, and he was suddenly serious again. “I don’t understand why, but something about you just makes me…well, it makes me…” he laughed nervously, “makes me do that. Just…lose track of what I was saying and get all confused. Like I can’t make up my mind, even though I’d decided it forever ago.

“It’s like you’ve hypnotized me. Like I’m under your spell – the one that makes me forget what I was saying. The one that makes me babble on and on like some idiot! The one that makes me think about you constantly, even though I’ve only known you for three days. It’s as if you have me mesmerized.” The last sentence came out as barely a whisper.

I didn’t know what to say. Had he just told me he – I gulped to myself – loved me? Or was he just repeating what I had been thinking in my mind? I was almost certain of the second one.

His face became ashamed. “Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. That wasn’t right of me. I mean, I barely know you! I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

“No it’s okay.” I paused, uncertain whether I should say what was on my mind or not. I decided I should. “It feels like you just said what I was thinking; almost exactly.” I was whispering too now.

He waited, his brow furrowing in confusion, for me to clarify what I was trying to say. I took in a deep breath of air.

“I feel like you’ve hypnotized me – like I’m under your spell. Like I’m always forgetting what I’m saying, and like I’m the one babbling like an idiot. The one that makes me think about you constantly, even though I’ve only known you for three days. It’s as if you have me mesmerized,” I finished, barely whispering.

He bit his lip, unsure. I felt my face turning red in embarrassment. There was an awkward silence. The teacher had come into the room long before now, but he’d turned on that boring movie again, and the whole class was whispering amongst themselves, despite his efforts.

“It’s funny,” he said suddenly.

“What’s funny?”

“How I’ve only know you for not even a week now, and I feel like I’ve known you forever. How I feel like you’re the only girl I’ve ever met; certainly the only one besides my family that’s taken any real interest in me. I feel like…like I really feel like it’s just you an me when we’re talking. Like we’re the only ones left on the Earth.

“As if we were meant to be together, and there are magnets in us, pulling us closer and closer together. And when I try to resist, it hurts. As if there’s an electrical force between us, becoming stronger with every passing minute.”

“I feel like you’re reading my mind,” I managed to choke out. In my chest, I could feel my heart beating wildly with the emotional path our conversation had taken. Like it was begging for him to say those words. The words I’d been thinking of so much.

“Bella,” he began pausing to choose his words very carefully. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” I breathed.

“Would you…go…out…with me?” He sounded like he was being strangled.

My heart stopped and my mouth dropped open in shock. I was too frozen to say anything. He watched, becoming concerned when I started turning blue from not breathing.

“Are you alright? You look like you’re having an episode.” His voice rang with genuine concern.

I remembered to breathe. I took a few deep breaths, in and out and in and out, before replying. “Yes.”

“Yes, you’re alright? Or, yes, you’ll go out with me?”

“Both.” I breathed.