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Sunset of Hearts

Summary:
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.)


Notes:
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.


7. Chapter 7: Vampiran Flu

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EDWARD’S POV

I reached over to my bedside table to grab a tissue, and then blew my nose into it. I groaned before dropping the soggy tissue into the conveniently located trash can beside my bed and rolled onto my back. My head was a confused jumble of hazy thoughts, and the same image revolved around in my mind.

I wished that I could’ve gone to school. For once in my life, I wanted to go to school. Mostly to see Bella, if I was being honest with myself. I could only imagine how disappointed she’d be to learn of my absence. And I could only imagine what I was missing.

I looked out through the wall-sized window across from my bed. The whole south side of the house was covered in it’s entirety with glass, giving a spectacular view of a grassy meadow and a rushing stream. The sun peaked through the clouds, lighting up the whole valley. It was breathtaking, but it wasn’t the kind of beautiful I needed right now.

I imagined Bella in the sunlight, her hair glittering and shimmering as the wind gently blew it around her face. I imagined how the light would reflect off her skin, leading people to believe she was glowing. I imagined how the sun would make her eyes sparkle with innocence, and her lips shimmer slightly.

I heaved a sigh and sat up. Being sick had to be the most annoying, most dreadful thing on the face of the earth. Before, I didn’t mind it so much, enjoying the day off from school. But ever since I’d met her, I felt like it was impossible to be away from her. Well, possible, but painful.

Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I slid my bare feet into my dark blue slippers. I drug my feet down the hallway and down the stairs, all the way into the kitchen. Esme was there, pouring dark red liquid into a small cup.

“Oh, there you are Eddie,” she said, using my nickname. I grumbled. I most certainly did not like being called ‘Eddie’. Well, it was definitely better than ‘Eddie-kinz’, I had to admit.

“Hey, Mom,” I replied.

“How are you feeling, honey?” She asked maternally.

“Fine, I guess,” I replied groggily. He placed her delicate hand to my forehead, feeling my temperature. I shivered. Her hand was icy cold – even colder than usual since I was sick.

“It’s gone down a bit,” she mused. “It’s around a hundred now, I’d say. Does your head hurt?”

“Just a bit.”

“How about your nose, dear? Still congested?”

“Yeah. I think I’m almost out of tissues,” I joked.

“Well, take this,” she handed me the small cup of red liquid, “it’ll make you feel better.”

“Thanks, Mom,” I said with a sniffle.

“Are you hungry? I was just going to make some chicken noodle soup to bring up to you, but you can eat it down here if you’d like.”

“Yeah, I’ll eat it at the table, that’s fine.”

“Okay, well, it’s in the microwave now-” she was cut off by a beeping noise, “and now it’s done!” She finished, laughing. I couldn’t help but smile.

She placed a spoon in the bowl and handed it to me with a grin. “Be careful now, Eddie, it’s hot.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Delicious,” I complemented when I’d sat down and taken a sip.

“Is it really? I tried some, but of course I couldn’t taste it.”

“Well, mom, being a vampire can do that to you,” I replied lightheartedly.

“You’re right,” she laughed.

Ever since I’d been able to understand what the word vampire meant, I’d know my adopted parents’ secret. Of course the whole family was in on it as well, but I think I was the only one who really grasped it. The others seemed like it was just one of those things parents tell their children to explain things. Like where babies come from. That was originally where the stork concept came from.

So my parents were vampires. If that wasn’t so weird, it might actually be funny. Like those children’s books that were called Vampires Can’t Play Baseball or something like that. Actually, vampires can play baseball. But that’s not the point.

In strange cases like mine and my siblings, prolonged exposure to vampires can give you a strain of virus much like the flu. That was why I was at home today. Because, once a month, I had to suffer the symptoms of the “Vampiran Flu,” as Carlisle, my father, called it. He was still working on a vaccination for it, but wasn’t making much progress.

The Vampiran Flu didn’t start showing up until I was seven or eight – after I’d been living with Esme and Carlisle for about seven years. I was the first to be adopted, so min started earlier. When I’d first contracted it, they thought I just had the normal Flu. But then Rosalie started getting it every month, then Emmett, then Jasper and Alice, and Carlisle took a closer look.

What with him being a doctor with a PhD, he was able to see the difference in seconds. He took out his microscope and examined a slide with my blood sample on it, then one with a blood sample from someone with the normal flu. When he’d found the difference, he showed me. The one from me had little crimson colored cells floating around, and the other had blue ones.

So that was when we figured out that prolonged exposure of a human to vampires would make them contract a strange new flu bug. It wasn’t contagious to anyone else but us, which was good since America’s scientists would have a field day with all this. And that was why Esme and Carlisle never took us to the doctor’s office. But why pay for a doctor when you lived with one?

I took another sip of my soup. It was sweet and tangy at the same time, with bits of processed chicken floating around amongst carrots and other indistinguishable vegetables that all claimed to cure a cold. Yet all it did was taste good.

I finished my soup, lifting the bowl to drink the last of the broth from the rim. Esme smiled, glad that I was even eating. At times, the cold had been bad enough that it turned somewhat like the stomach flu. Those were not pleasant times.

“Do you want me to get you anything else, honey?” She asked as only a mother could.

“No, I’m fine, Mom. I’m actually going to watch TV in the living room,” I replied.

But even the boring soap operas could not distract me from thinking about her. And what a shame too. It was a beautiful day that could’ve been made even more beautiful with her presence. But I was stuck inside with a vampire cold.

Just then, the front door opened, and my adopted siblings entered. Alice came to stand beside the couch, while Emmett went up to his room – presumably to play Guitar Hero (he’d been so addicted to that game since it came out. I think he was on the lightning level) – Rosalie went into the kitchen, and Jasper went out back – most likely to do his homework up in some tree.

“How’ve you been today?” Alice asked from behind me.

“Okay,” I replied distractedly. “How was school?”

“Tedious. Monotonous. Boring. Whatever you want to call it,” she joked.

“Have any interesting conversations?” I hinted.

She rolled her eyes, seeing right through me. “Yes, I talked to Bella today,” she breathed.

“How is she?” I couldn’t mask the genuine concern in my voice at that moment.

“She’s fine. She asked about you,” she teased.

“Really? What did she say?” “She asked where you were. I told her you were sick.”

“Dammit!” I cried. I brought my hands up to pull at my hair stressfully.

“Language,” Esme scolded from the kitchen.

“Sorry, Mom,” I replied. “Was she upset that I was sick?”

Alice sighed again. “She looked sad. She was expecting to see you, and then you weren’t there. Simple as that. You overreact too much,” she laughed. “You act just like a girl.”

“I am not acting like a girl!”

“Are too,” she teased.

“Alice!” I hollered, jumping up and chasing her up the stairs. Strange how someone so little could be so annoying. She giggled as she ran through the hallway, knowing she had a clear advantage over a sick person. I fumed.

She glanced back and, seeing that I was beginning to wear out, she laughed again and sped up.

“Alice,” I growled, out of breath. She turned into her room, slamming the door shut behind her. Just as I approached it, I heard a click as she locked the door. I banged my fists on the wood. After a minute or so, I gave up, heading back to my room in defeat.

I collapsed onto my bead and stared up at the ceiling. It was boring, blank, white, and flat. There really was nothing interesting about ceilings.

The phone rang suddenly, shrill beside my ear. I ignored it – obviously it wasn’t for me. It never was. The ringing cut off as someone answered. I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. But I was thinking too much.

“Edward, phone for you!” Alice called from her room beside mine. My brows came together in confusion. Who would be calling me? I turned over and picked up the phone from my bedside table.

“Hello?” I heard the click as Alice hung up her phone.

“Hey, um…Edward?” My breath caught in my throat. It was the voice I’d been longing to hear all day long. The beautiful, silky smooth, velvety, angelic, perfect, lovely, amazingly soft, airy voice of my love.

“Bella? Is that you?” I questioned, not being able to believe my ears.

“Yes, it’s me,” she replied quietly.