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Without You

Bella is on her own when she finds the clearing. When Laurent finds her there, her werewolf saviors are nowhere to be found. Is Laurent a good guy, or will his bad side overcome him? Thanks a jillion to MRSBellaCullenBlack for the wonderful banner!!! :D

So, I had this story on here for a little bit... but then I deleted it. I totally forget why, actually. So, if you've read it already, you don't have to review... until I put up new updates, that is :)

25. Uncle Louis

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The first time I actually noticed the people at the wedding was after we had our first dance. Charlie, Renee, and Phil were there, of course. I saw Jacob and his dad and the Denali clan. Then there were others, who I assumed were from Laurent's side, that I didn't know.

One of them was rather portly, which was odd to see considering he was a vampire. He was talking to Eleazar, and it was a good thing he didn't need to breathe. Eleazar was laughing so hard, I was surprised he was still standing. The man was telling a story with more enthusiasm than I had ever seen.

He had two women on his arms. One was a small, beautiful woman. A vampire, obviously. On his other arm was a tall, skinny... human?

I looked around for Laurent, who I found talking to Carmen next to one of Alice's elaborate flower creations. I was by his side just a moment later.

“So I told him that he doesn't get any for a week!” announced Carmen just as I walked up. She smiled. “Lovely wedding, Mrs. Chevalier. I should be getting to Eleazar now, though. I bet you anything he's already made a stupid bet with Louis.” She walked away.

“Laurent?” I whispered.

“Yes, love?” he asked. He was smiling brightly. He pecked me quickly on the lips before I could continue.

I laughed. “What was that for?”

“Oh, just flaunting that I get to kiss you in front of all our close friends. What was it you were going to ask?”

I lowered my voice even further. “Who is that guy over there?” I pointed to the man. Carmen was with them now. It looked like she was scolding Eleazar.

Laurent chuckled. “Would you like to know how I obtained my castle in France?”

“Sure,” I said skeptically, cocking an eyebrow.

“That man's name is Louis. I'm sure he'll want you to call him Uncle Louis, actually. At one point, he owned almost all of the castles in the Loire Valley,” explained Laurent.

“Wait. Was Uncle Louis a... a king at one point?” I asked.

Laurent laughed loudly. “Yes! King Louis XIV!”

“Laurent, my boy!” called Uncle Louis. He must have heard us talking. “Come here, and bring your beautiful wife!”

Laurent grabbed my hand and led me to Uncle Louis. Carmen and Eleazar were arguing quietly on his left side, next to the vampire woman. The human looked completely comfortable with the fact that she was linking arms with someone who could very easily kill her right there... of course, I couldn't judge. I was doing the exact same thing.

“Uncle Louis, this is my wife Bella,” said Laurent.

Uncle Louis swept into a deep bow. “It is a pleasure to meet a rose such as you. You are the picture of perfection.” He took my hand and kissed it. He gestured to the vampire. “This is Angelique.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said.

She glanced at me. “Charmed, I'm sure.”

Laurent squeezed my hand.

“And this,” continued Uncle Louis, “is Gabrielle.”

“Oh, hello!” she exclaimed in a thick French accent. “It was a lovely wedding.”

“Thanks,” I said, trying to hide my confusion. I had no idea why King Louis XVI would be a vampire, or why he would bring along a few girlfriends to the wedding.

“Why don't you tell Bella your story,” suggested Laurent, sensing my undoubtedly obvious confusion.

“Oh! It is a funny story! You see... I love women. I love them more than anything in the entire world! And when I was approached by a young woman back in the 1600s, and when she told me that I would get to live with her forever, you can imagine the excitement I felt!” exclaimed Uncle Louis. “There I was, King of France, and I could live forever! Of course, Angelique informed me that we'd have to find someone to replace me... he'd take my name, but I still got to keep the castles, the money, and the beautiful woman!” He lowered his voice and whispered, “She even lets me take another every once in awhile!” He laughed. “Isn't that right, Gabrielle?”

Gabrielle nodded. “Oh, yes. That is right.”

“So yes, Angelique changed me, and here I am!” He threw his arms into the air. “King of France!”

It was silent for a moment. “Well, you are the luckiest man alive, aren't you!” I exclaimed, trying to match his enthusiasm.

He smiled widely. “I am so glad you think so, my beautiful lady!”

“Yes,” said Laurent quickly. “So now you know who gave me his castle. I showed him that life with the women would be much easier on a diet of animals and he gave me Guillonniere.”

“It was a small price to pay! It is much easier this way!” As if to prove a point, he kissed Gabrielle on the cheek.

“Bella!” called someone on the other side of the yard. I took that opportunity to leave.

“It was nice meeting you,” I said, smiling.

“Oh, the pleasure is mine!” exclaimed Uncle Louis.

The person who called my name was Jacob. He met me halfway, just so I didn't have to walk as far in my heels. Oh, he could have just come to me, but then he wouldn't have gotten to see me hobble around in the death traps that Alice deemed “acceptable.”

“You're going to end up killing yourself in those shoes,” said Jacob as soon as I reached him. I grabbed his arm for support.

“Thanks for the help, too. That was great,” I muttered sarcastically.

Jacob chuckled. “I just... I just can't believe you're getting married, Bella.” He looked over my shoulder and frowned, and I knew it was safe to assume that Laurent was coming.

“Jacob, I am so happy that you could make it,” said Laurent.

Jacob made his best attempt at a smile. “Oh, I wouldn't miss this.”

“If you want, there are some sodas in the refrigerator. Alice put them there so Phil wouldn't drink them because Renee said that he didn't need the sugar... but you can feel free to have them all! Nobody here will drink them,” said Laurent.

“Laurent, come here!” called Eleazar from the dance floor. “Carmen doesn't know how to dance.”

Laurent gave me a puzzled look before going to see what in the world Eleazar was talking about and why he needed assistance with his Carmen problem.

Jacob sighed. “It's so hard to hate that guy.”

“Then don't?” I suggested.

He laughed and looked at his feet. “It's not that simple, Bella.”

I frowned. “I wish you would try.”

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into a massive hug. “I'll try.”

“Attention everyone!” exclaimed Alice from the back door. “I need Bella and Laurent to get over here right now or else they're going to miss their flight!”

Jacob let me go. “Have fun,” he whispered.

My mom and dad intercepted me before I got to Alice. “You be safe, Bells. We don't need any... well, just be safe,” muttered Charlie.

“Thanks, Dad,” I said. I gave him a quick hug.

Renee had tears streaming down her face. “Oh, Bella! I love you so much and here you are all married! And you're so happy!” She pulled me into a tight embrace. “You have fun on your honeymoon! I love you.”

“Love you, too,” I said, trying not to cry. Whenever she cried, it was hard for me not to follow.

“Hurry, Bella! You're cutting it close already!” exclaimed Alice.

I turned my back on her and looked at the people at the reception. There wasn't a sad face there. All of them were laughing, talking, having a good time. At the very edge of the backyard, Edward was standing, his jaw clenched. When I looked at him, his face broke out into a genuine smile.

“I'm happy that you're happy,” he mouthed.

I nodded.

Alice grabbed my hand and yanked me into the house. “Go, go, go!” she exclaimed.

Laurent took my hand from her and ended up carrying me to the car. He placed me gently in the passenger seat and closed the door. He took special care not to close it on my dress, which Alice would have killed him for. Just a minute later, we were far, far away from the people at our reception.

Laurent chuckled. “That was thrilling and all, but...”

“I'm glad we're alone now,” I finished.

He reached for my hand, the one with the ring on it, and kissed it lightly. “You are going to love the place in France. Louis was very, very grateful that I made things easier for him.”

I laughed. “I would imagine so! He just dates humans like that?” I asked.

Laurent nodded. “He loves humans. I just don't know what he sees in them,” said Laurent, trying to hide the smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Oh, it really must be horrible. The poor guy,” I said, studying his face carefully.

“Yes. It's not fun, I would know,” he agreed.

I glared at him. “You suck.”

“I'm kidding, love!” he laughed. “They're not so bad once you get to know them.”

I sighed happily. “I can't wait to get there.”

We were at the airport thirty minutes later, thanks to Laurent's insane driving speed. He drove even faster than the Cullens... it was terrifying.

When we got to our seats, first class, of course, Laurent told me that I should sleep on the plane because when we got to France, it would be daytime. And to my surprise, I fell asleep easier than I ever would have thought. Just minutes after the plane took off, I was dead asleep. The wedding really had taken it out of me. It was probably the shoes...

There was still something I had to talk about with Laurent, though. I knew that he would be happy to spend the rest of my life with me... but I wanted more than that. I was selfish. I wanted to have Laurent with me forever, not for a couple of decades. I didn't know what he would do, though, when I asked. The Cullens were always very hesitant to even talk about my becoming a vampire. I could only assume that Laurent felt the same.

I was nudged awake by Laurent what seemed like minutes later. “Bella, we're landing soon,” he whispered.

I opened my eyes slowly. I had a window seat, and I was surprised that the sun was not shining. I looked out the window, and there were clouds in all directions. Leave it to Alice to plan for everything. She even knew what the weather was like in France, just to make it easier for Laurent and me to travel.

When we touched down, Laurent quickly got our bags for baggage claim, picked up a very expensive looking car from a man who seemed a little shady, and then drove us to his castle. It was a much shorter drive than I would have thought.

“We're almost there!” exclaimed Laurent ten minutes into the drive.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes. It's in a convenient location, but nobody ever, ever goes there. It's the best,” he said, grinning.

Sure enough, a few minutes later we were standing in front of Château de Guillonniere. Laurent beamed as he opened the front door. Even the entryway was decorated lavishly. A huge chandelier hung from the ceiling and the walls were dripping with fine art. On the left was a formal dining room, and on the right was a room with a piano and a harp.

I laughed. “Do you play the harp?”

He pursed his lips. “I've just about mastered every single instrument known to man,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“You liar,” I giggled.

“You're right. I just play the piano... the harp's is there because Louis thought it looked pretty,” he laughed. “Want to see the bedroom?”

“Sure do!”

Laurent dropped the bags and picked me up. He ran so quickly that the rest of the castle was a blur of colors. He was at the door leading to the bedroom a second later.

He grinned. “This is a wonderful room, you know.”

“Is it?” I asked a bit impatiently.

“Oh yes. I would venture to say it's the most wonderful room in the whole castle,” he insisted.

“Wouldn't you like me to see it then?”

“No, first I was going to tell you about the door. It was hand-crafted, you know,” he teased. “It was supos-

I pressed my lips to his, interrupting whatever he was about to say. I didn't care about the door. He took the hint.

“I don't care about the door either,” he said, correctly guessing what I was thinking. He opened the door and crossed the room quickly. He set me on the bed. He stood in front of me. “This bed was hand-cr-”

I grabbed his tie. “I don't care if this bed was hand-crafted.” I was impressed with myself. Usually, I would have been the color of a tomato by now. It was different, though. I wanted Laurent.

“Fair enough!” he said. He pushed me lightly onto my back. He kissed my forehead, my cheek, the tip of my nose. When he finally found my lips, he didn't hold back. My hands tangled in his hair. His fingers nimbly found the zipper on the side of my dress. He slowly unzipped it, and a few moments later, it was on the ground. He kissed my neck.

“Laurent?” I gasped.


“I want you to change me.”

He paused. “Right now?” he asked, his voice husky.

“Yes. I want you forever.”

He looked into my eyes. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “I love you.”

He peered into my eyes for a long moment. “I love you, too,” he breathed.

He slowly trailed his fingers over my collarbone. He took a deep breath and kissed my neck three times before I felt his razor sharp teeth pierce my skin.