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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 ;)

2. So Maybe This is Hell

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“Edward, no!” That sounded so real. Of course she would not want me to go through with this.

“No! Edward, look at me!” I closed my eyes again, and let my crooked smile guide me towards my angel’s sweet voice. Her scent all around me, I knew then that death would be my heaven.

I was about to take a step into the Plaza, out of the shadow that was my life. Then something hit me. My reflexes instantly caught it, bringing my mind back to all those times that I had caught my Bella. She felt real in my arms – a little too real.

I looked down at my love in my arms, “Amazing” I said in a whisper, “Carlisle was right.”

“Edward, you’ve got to get back into the shadows. You have to move!” I was bemused. I lifted my hand and softly brushed her cheek. Her cheeks immediately turning my favorite color of scarlet red, and her heart started to race in her chest. The blood pulsing hot and fast through her veins, the sweet scent coming off her skin. She was perfect. This couldn’t be real.

“I can’t believe how quick it was. I didn’t feel a thing – they’re very good.” I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against her hair, breathing in what is my Bella.

“Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.” I murmured in her ear, now that she was in my arms, I forgot why I had left. “You smell just exactly the same as always, so maybe this is hell. I don’t care. I’ll take it.” I had to be in hell, seeing her, feeling her, smelling her – it was just torture.

“I am not dead, and neither are you! Please Edward, we have to move. They can’t be far away!” She pleaded. I was confused, what was she talking about? Who would be after us in hell?

“What was that?” I asked perplexed

“We’re not dead, not yet! But we have to get out of here before the Volturi –“

If what she was saying was true, which I still didn’t quite believe, I needed to act fast.


“Oh Edward,” She cried. I cursed myself for making her cry yet again. I swore to myself that from this day on I would never see a tear from those beautiful brown eyes. Her sobbing got worse.

“What’s wrong?” I asked while rubbing her back. If I could cry, I would be sobbing with her. She flung her arms around my neck and held me closer. My mind immediately started to wonder. All the things I wanted to do…

“Is it really sick for me to be happy right now?” She asked in a broken voice.

I knew I shouldn’t, but I pulled her in tight, maybe too tight for a human. I could feel the curves of her breasts pressing against my ice-hard chest. “I know exactly what you mean,” I whispered in her ear. I’m sure she wasn’t thinking the same thing I was. I needed to calm down. “But we have lots of reasons to be happy. For one, we’re alive.” And how alive I felt, it felt as if all my silly teenage hormones were catching up to me all at once.

“Yes,” she agreed. “That’s a good one.”

“And together,” if she only knew how together I wanted to be, but I was getting ahead of myself; I didn’t even know if she still loved me. “And, with any luck, we’ll still be alive tomorrow.” Then I could begin to start begging for her forgiveness.

“Hopefully,” she said uneasily.

“The outlook is quite good,” Alice assured me. I had forgotten she was there. “I’ll see Jasper in less than 24 hours,” I finally understood how she felt. I was with my angel.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I traced the circles under her eyes, looking so much like my own. She would be so beautiful as a vampire, and I wouldn’t have to be so gentle. “You look so tired.”

“And you look thirsty.” She whispered back.

I didn’t even remember that I was thirsty; all I could think of was how hungry I was for her.

“It’s nothing,” what I should have said is all I wanted was to keep holding her.

“Are you sure, I could sit with Alice.” I don’t know if I imagined it, but there was a look of disappointment in her eyes.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve never been in better control of that side of my nature than right now.” Go figure that when I finally got control of the monster in me, the man in me was begging to come out.