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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.

9. Chapter 9: Remembering

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In the bathroom, I checked my hair to make sure it sat just right. It was messy as usual, and there wasn’t really a way to fix that without gel…but we were out of gel, since Emmett used it all on his foe-hawk yesterday.

I straightened my sweatshirt – it was simple and black, with no collar – over my t-shirt. I faced my reflection in the mirror, wondering if I looked presentable enough. A knock at the door sent me jumping.

“Hold on a minute!” I called.

“Edward, hurry up! I gotta go!” Emmett hollered through the door.

I had to force myself to keep from laughing.

“Aren’t there other bathrooms?”

“Yeah, but Rosalie’s in the shower and the only other is in Carlisle and Esme’s room and them…well, they’re…you don’t wanna know.” I heard him shudder. And I felt myself shudder as well.

“I’ll only be another minute!”

I turned on the water, running my toothbrush under it before applying a glob of toothpaste. Scrubbing at my teeth furiously, I checked in the mirror as I went to make sure I was cleaning them thoroughly.

I spit into the sink and stuck the cup under the water. Taking a gulp of the cold water, I swished it around in my mouth before spitting again. I did the same with the Listerine mouthwash. When I spit it out, it left a burning minty sensation in my mouth.

“Edward!” He repeated, his voice growing more and more frantic.

“Okay, okay! I’m done!” I said as I opened the door. He pushed past me into the bathroom, and then shoved me out of the door, which he then proceeded to slam behind me. I grinned and laughed.


I knocked on the door of Bella’s house. I checked the slip of paper in my hand once more, guaranteeing that this was, in fact, the right house number. Besides, her truck was outside, which should have proved it in the first place. I checked my breath, smelling the heavy mint from the mouthwash and the several mints I’d consumed in the car.

The door opened, and I held my breath. She stood before me, in a dark blue blouse and tan skirt, her long brown hair hanging off her shoulders. When she saw me, a smile lit up her face and a blush spread across her cheeks.

“Bye, Dad!” She called over her shoulder.

“Have fun, Bells,” called a gruff voice from inside.

“Shall we go, then?” I asked cordially, offering my hand. Still blushing, she took it and shut the door behind her. Together, we walked down the driveway and past her father’s police car. “Will your father arrest me if I don’t have you back by ten?”

She laughed before replying, “I should hope not!”

I opened the passenger door for her, waiting for her to sit down before shutting the door and hurrying to my side. I started the car nervously. Before long, we were speeding down the highway towards Port Angeles, where the only movie theater that didn’t involve a three hour drive was stationed.


“So, which movie are we seeing?” I asked casually as he drove.

“I’m not really sure what’s playing, actually,” he admitted sheepishly. “What do you want to see?”

“I don’t know what’s playing either,” I laughed.

“Well, would you prefer a comedy, or horror?”

I paused, thinking it over. Comedies were comforting, but if we saw a horror movie, I’d have an excuse to hold his hand. “A horror, maybe?”

“Sure,” he agreed, seeming to catch my drift.

We found a place to park, and I purposefully left my jacket in his car, while he carried his. My friends back in Phoenix had told me that was what you were supposed to do to test how polite a boyfriend was, if the occasion ever came up. I glanced at the sun setting along the horizon as we walked towards the theater.

He bought one large Coke with two straws and a large bag of popcorn with extra butter after purchasing two tickets to the seven forty showing of The Eye. And after locating two seats in the very back, we settled in for a good long horror movie.


It was as promised, good and long and scary. Not really scary, but the suspense made me jump. When it’d be quiet, then the dramatic music would start, then something would just jump out. That kind of scary. But, thankfully, Edward’s hand was there for me to hold.

As we left the theater, we were discussing how bad the special effects were. When I thought about them now, they seemed stupid. But I don’t think he minded my being scared during the movie, if you know what I mean.

“Are you hungry?” He asked once we were walking down the quiet sidewalk.

“Yes actually,” I replied, suddenly realizing my hunger.

“Would you like to take you to dinner?” He asked politely, a smile warming his face.

“That would be great,” I said, smiling despite myself.

We chose a small Italian restaurant named La Bella Italia, and waited for the server to find us a seat in the claustrophobic little space. She sat us in the far corner in a booth that was pressed up against the glass to where you could see out onto the street.

“Can I get you something to drink?” She asked us, though directing it towards Edward instead of me. She batted her long eyelashes in a flirty way as she waited.

“Bella?” He asked, looking across at me. The waitress eyed me for the first time.

“I’ll have a Coke, please.”

“Two Cokes,” he told the waitress as she wrote it down on her note pad.

“I’ll have those out for you in just a few minutes,” she said a little too warmly. Before leaving, she eyed me up and down, assessing whether or not I posed a threat. She turned and left, satisfied by my apparent normality.

He opened his menu, perusing the choices with a small crease in his brow. I opened mine as well, not really paying attention to what was on it. I was really watching him, watching as his eyes scanned the selections and his brow creased with concentration. You’d think he was on one of those million dollar game shows where they have to choose deal or no deal.

“Here are your Cokes; may I take your order?” The waitress said, popping out of nowhere and making me jump.

Edward looked across the table, waiting for me to give my order.

“I’ll have the…um,” I glanced down at the menu, selecting the first thing on the list, “the mushroom ravioli, please.”

“And for you?” She looked down at Edward, though I didn’t know if she’d even looked up at all.

“I’ll have the same, please.”

“Okay then. Is there anything else I can get you?” I wondered if she just meant food.

“Some rolls maybe?” He suggested with a polite smile.

“Sure. I’ll have them right out,” she replied. She hovered for a few moments, flipping her long blonde hair behind her shoulder and blinking more than was necessary to keep her eyes moist. Dissatisfied with his lack of interest, she strode off towards the kitchen.

I opened my mouth to say something, but closed it, not wanting to look stupid. He seemed to do the same, and for a moment, we stared wordlessly at each other, taking turns opening our mouths to say something, and then stopping. Then we broke out in hysterical laughter.

“Were you going to say something?” He asked after finishing his laughter.

“I was…but I can’t remember what it was,” I said, blushing.

He gave me one of his dazzling smiles, and even if I had remembered what I was going to say, I’d have forgotten it again. When he smiled like that, I was momentarily dazed, my thoughts unable to form coherent words. My head spun as I tried once again to remember the forgotten statement.

“Here you are,” the waitress announced loudly, breaking my trance. She set a basket of rolls on the table between us.

“Thank you,” Edward replied, glancing up at her momentarily. He dropped his gaze once more to meet mine, and the waitress stomped off, dissatisfied once more.

“So,” I started, once I was able to think clearly, “tell me more about yourself. The only things I seem to know are that you are adopted, and that your siblings like to eavesdrop on your calls,” I said with a nervous laugh.

“What’s there to know?” He replied, suddenly uptight, as if he were asked to betray a forbidden secret against his will.

“I don’t know…could you tell me more about your family? I’ve never met your parents before,” I said before correcting myself, “Your adopted parents, I mean.” I flushed crimson.

“My mother and father – Carlisle and Esme, for that matter – have been very good to me. I couldn’t have asked for better parents. They’re all I’ve ever known, so it really feels like they’re my real parents.”


“My mother and father – Carlisle and Esme, for that matter – have been very good to me. I couldn’t have asked for better parents. They’re all I’ve ever known, so it really feels like they’re my real parents,” I said, envisioning them in my mind. Bella leaned forward expectantly, as if I was telling her a deep dark secret of mine.

“What about your real parents?” She said this hesitantly; as if afraid she might offend me.

“They died long ago,” I replied distantly, turning to gaze out the window.


“Come on, Eddie, you’re going to be late for your first day of school!” My mother called from down stairs. Excitedly, I leapt down the stairs with my fire-truck backpack and matching lunch box. I was only four years old, beginning Pre-Kindergarten for the first time this morning.

I followed her out to the car – a blue SUV – and waited as she buckled me into my car seat. She climbed into the passenger’s seat, and we waited for my dad to get in. Minutes passed, and she glanced anxiously at the clock on the dashboard.

“I’ll be right back, honey,” she cooed, blowing me a kiss from the front seat. Her door opened and she climbed out, hurrying back inside the house. I waited impatiently in the backseat, excited to get to school, and hyper from the bowl of Captain Crunch I’d eaten for breakfast.

Even through the closed door, I could hear my mother shouting at my father from inside to doorway of our house.

“You promised him you’d take him to school today!” She screamed shrilly. I could see her back from my position in the car.

There was a pause as he replied, a low grumbling noise.

“Edward, you lazy, good for nothing, son of a-” She began, shouting again. She was cut off as something struck her across the face. She screamed in pain.

She turned, running from the doorway with tears streaming down her face. Her red hair that was the exact same shade as mine billowed behind her as she ran to the car. She got in the drivers seat, jamming the keys in the ignition before backing out of the driveway.

“Where’s daddy?” I asked in a small voice. “He said he was going to take me to school.”

“Your father isn’t coming. I’ll just take you myself,” she smiled weakly before turning and looking out the windshield as she drove away from the house.

She sped down the street, going too fast through her tears. I hear her take in several shuddering breaths as we drove through the rush hour morning traffic.

“Mommy, why are you crying?”

“Be quiet, Edward,” she replied, cold and hard.

“But Mommy-” I began in a whiney voice.

“I said be quiet, Edward!” She was yelling now. I shrunk back into my car seat.

Off in the distance, I heard a screeching metallic sound that grew faster as it approached us. Looking out the window, I saw a big green mini-van screeching across the asphalt, coming directly toward us.


There was a long pause before she spoke. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything,” she apologized, breaking my reverie.

“No, it’s perfectly fine,” I replied, smiling weakly. Inconspicuously, I wiped my eyes, pretending that I had dust in them.

We sat like that in silence for a while before I decided to say something. “Tell me about yourself. I feel like I’m missing the most important things, simply because I don’t know everything about you.” I smiled briefly.

“What’s there to know?” She repeated coyly.

“Tell me about your family. Do you have any siblings?”

“No, it’s just me,” she replied.

“What about your mother? What’s she like?”

“She looks like me, but her hair is shorter, and she’s a lot prettier.” She replied carefully.

“That’s hard to imagine,” I breathed, leaning in closer over the table.

“What do you mean?” She asked, blushing red.

“It’s hard to imagine anyone more lovely than you,” I whispered. The blush on her cheeks deepened. I changed the subject. “What was Phoenix like?”

“It’s the most beautiful place in the world.” She described the clear blue sky, the feathery bareness of the trees, the mountains that lay across the horizon, and the smell of creosote. It was easy to imagine when she described it, and suddenly, I wanted to go there, to see if what she said was true.

We continued with our polite conversation until the waitress came with our food. Even through our delicious meal, we talked about our lives. She told me about her mom’s wedding, about her father, and about how she missed the sun. I told her about Alaska, about my siblings, about Carlisle and Esme, and about how I missed the snow.

I paid the bill and we left together, shyly intertwining our hands as we walked to my car. However, as I drove down the street, I couldn’t help but remember again.


“Edward?” I heard a voice call from down stairs. Slowly I stood up and made my way into the living room where the social worker sat on the sofa next to a young couple.

The woman had long, caramel-colored hair and strange golden eyes, and was dressed simply in a tan skirt and a white blouse. Next to her sat a man with blonde hair and the same golden eyes, wearing dark jeans and a white button up shirt.

When I entered the room they smiled warmly at me. “Edward, this is Carlisle,” the woman in the suit indicated the man, “and Esme,” she gestured to the woman. “They’re going to be your new parents.”

“No!” I screamed, running back to the stair case. “I don’t want new parents! I want my mommy!” I ran up the stairs and slammed the door behind me.

Eventually they got me into the car – it had a shiny black exterior and dark leather seats – all the while kicking and screaming for my mommy. Repeatedly the woman in the suit told me she wasn’t coming back.


“Edward?” She said, startling me out of my trance.

“Oh, sorry. What?”

“You passed my street,” she said quietly.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” I apologized, making a quick U-turn and heading back towards her street. I made a left, slowing down as I approached the end of the court where her house stood, lights on and police cruiser in the driveway.

“Thank you for taking me out,” she said, smiling up at me. “I had a wonderful time.”

“So did I,” I replied, breathless.

Her hand reached for the handle.

“Wait,” I begged, placing my hand on her shoulder. She turned back to me slowly, gazing up at me with her large brown eyes. My instincts took over then, and I was acting on adrenaline.

Slowly, I bent my face down to hers, and she froze, shocked. I placed my lips tenderly against hers, and felt the warmth of her skin on mine. She parted her lips, breathing her hot breath on my face. Suddenly, she pulled away.

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” she said in a rush. She opened the door, sending cold air rushing into the car.

“But-” I started, but then the door slammed, and I watched helplessly as she ducked her head and hurried up the pathway to her house. My heart sank to the floor. She opened the front door, and then closed it without looking back at me. Defeated, I drove home slowly, locked in a trance.