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And so the lion married the lamb...

Summary:
Well, this is pretty much my version of Breaking Dawn. Thank-you to everyone who has already read this!=] Sorry I haven't written for awhile. I kinda have MAJOR writer's block. Feel free to send me some ideas though at fedup92@yahoo.com! This banner is made by the lovely IheartEdwardCullen.


Notes:
I own none of the characters. They belong to Stephenie Meyer.


4. Waking up

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When I woke up something didn’t feel right. I couldn’t quite place it, though. I looked around my room and then realized I wasn’t in my room. Then, it all came back: the wedding, Edward and me, Edward biting me, and the awful, awful fire. I shot up in the bed when Edward realized I was awake.


“Bella? How do you feel?”


“Actually, I feel fine. A little odd, but I’m fine. Why?”


“Bella…you’re…a vampire now. I’m so sorry, Bella. I wanted to give you that last human memory but, I lost control,” he hung his head in shame.


“I’m not mad Edward,” his head shot up.


“Really? Are you sure?”


I laughed, “Positive,” then I realized something different, my voice. “Edward?”


“Yes?”


“How different do I look?”


“Why don’t you look for yourself?” he led me to the bathroom hooked to his room, “Close your eyes.”


“Why?”


“You’ll see,” I shut my eyes and squeezed them tight. I felt his head on my neck kissing me. “Open your eyes,” he muttered into my neck.


I was actually frightened to see myself. What if I still wasn’t beautiful? What if I still didn’t look like I belonged next to Edward? My perfect Edward. My husband Edward…


“Are you planning on looking sometime this century?” he chuckled. Then, I opened my eyes and gasped.


My eyes were a blood red color and were actually quite frightening. But, they weren’t the reason I gasped. I was beautiful. I actually looked like I belonged beside him. My pale, granite skin was exactly that: pale and granite.


“Well, it might just be me but I think you look rather beautiful,” Edward said to my reflection. “Not that you weren’t before but now maybe you’ll have a tiny bit of the confidence that you need. What do you think, Mrs. Cullen?” he grinned my crooked smile but I didn’t lose my breath or train of thought.


“You don’t affect me the same way anymore. When I was human that smile would of made me stop breathing and I would have forgotten whatever I was thinking.” I frowned and he laughed.


“Bella, you don’t have to breath and you can think many thoughts at the same time so you can’t lose your train of thought.”


“Well, is my mind still a mystery to you?” I grinned.


“As much of a mystery as before. Only now, I can’t hear anyone.”


“What? That’s ridiculous.”


“I’m serious. I can’t hear anyone’s thoughts. Is my power gone?” he went to the bed and sat on the end. He started pulling his hands through his hair and I felt bad. I went to join him when there was a knock on the door. I went to get the door and Carlisle was standing there.


“Hello Carlisle. How are you?”


“I’m wonderful. I’ve also figured out your power.”


“Ooh! Do tell, please.”


He laughed then began, “Do you remember after the battle and you were talking to Alice and she told you that you were safe inside your mind?” I nodded and he continued, “Well, it seems that you have the ability to protect other’s minds from powers that use the mind, like Edward’s of Jane’s.”


“Can she turn it off? I don’t like it.”


Carlisle and I both laughed. Then, Carlisle answered, “She’ll have to learn how to use it first. Bella, how about you try now?”


I got very serious as I tried to focus on what I didn’t know. I just imagined Edward reading Carlisle’s mind and kept that image in my head…


“Eureka! I can hear thoughts again!” Edward had jumped off the bed and ran and pulled me into the tightest squeeze he ever had and I had to laugh at him.


“Did you just say ‘eureka’? No one says that anymore, Edward.”


“I’ll say it if I want too,” then he kissed me and it was like no kiss we had ever had before: he wasn’t holding back. Suddenly, I heard our door close as Carlisle walked out and down the stairs. “Would you mind turning on the block? I don’t want to hear their takes of what we’re doing.”


I giggled and obliged. Then, we were on our bed.