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Rescue Me

Have you ever wondered what Edward was thinking when he saw Bella again in Italy? Maybe he is not as innocent as we all might have thought...he is a man after all ;) CHAPTER 6 IS OUT: Making Her Understand FYI - This story is in canon *Adult rating - just in case Edward's thoughts get a little too steamy ;) ** The font used is called Edwardian Script - it just seemed perfect REVIEWS = MOTIVATION = CHAPTERS OUT FASTER

Get ready of some very silly and can we say maybe even steamy, Edward moments! Thanks to Stephenie for letting us play with Edward - we promise to return him soon - maybe ;)

1. I hate when things lean....

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In Volterra

She is dead.

Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. I had lost my Juliet, my one and only love, and now I must find a way to die.

Anyway, you don't irritate the Volturi, not unless you want to die - or whatever it is we do

I remember telling Bella about the Volturi, I just never thought that I would have to face them so soon. But maybe my angel was right; maybe I do have a soul. And so to death I walk, and I shall join my Juliet in heaven.

But how? I quickly began to take in my surroundings, trying to find any possible ways to irritate the Volturi. I saw a young curvaceous Italian girl turning into the crowded plaza. It would take mere seconds to drain her body of blood. That would sure get their attention. But I couldn't. I could not do that to my family, specially my father. I could not bear to disappoint them even further. I have to find another way.

Perhaps I could do something grander - I do have superhuman strength after all. Pisa is not that far away, maybe a 15 minute run... I could break off the Leaning Tower of Pisa, and put it in the middle of the plaza. Of course I would put it on straight. The fact that it leans has driven me crazy for decades. But I was not in the mood to wait that long for death. I had put it off far too long.

I looked again. There was a small trattoria in the corner of a busy street, I would've loved to have taken Bella there. But perhaps now I could suffocate myself with linguini. O darn, if only I needed to breathe. I started to envy the stupid humans prancing about with their loud Italian voices, they didn't know how easy death could come to them.

"Ciao Signore! Benvenuto a mi trattoria!" Ehi che bello bambino - Seriously? I could have snapped her neck for that one.

I stared at all the people in the plaza. Wondering how I could expose the monster that I am. Seriously? I had unintentionally picked the perfect day for a vampire to commit suicide. It was St. Marcus Day - Marcus of Volturi, who drove all the vampires from Volterra 1500 years ago. Of course that's nonsense - he's never left the city. Maybe now I would give him a reason to come out into the light.

Now all I needed was a little bit of sun.

I glanced at the sky, ignoring the feeling that I was actually praying for the sun to be out. And it was. Maybe there is a heaven after all.

I looked at the clock tower 11:59 - I waited to hear those bells ring through the courtyard. They seemed to be taking their time, mocking my very existence. I closed my eyes, and tried to remember my angel, my Bella. I swear that I could almost hear her. I would be with her soon.