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Edward and Isabella

Based in London, Edward's time. Isabella is forced to move to London to marry. Not just anyone: Jacob Black. She'd much rather die than marry Jacob. She meets and falls for Edward. this man's family isn't liked among people. Oh yea, and he's secretly a vampire. It's all over, folks.Let's all applaud Iris for the amazing banner!made by the ever wonderful Iris

This is just a story that came to me as I was reading Eclipse. Do not be worried, for there are no spoilers what-so-ever... EXCEPT for one, but it doesn't mean anything important. If you haven't read Eclipse, you wont even notice it. And, if you have, you would have to have a keen eye to notice it. So, I'm just going to shut up and let you read it now. I hope it reminds you of your modern day love triangle, as well as your favorite Shakespearian tragedy.

11. Act V Scene III part 1

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Act V Scene III

Edward rode through the darkness of the night. His eyes looked straight ahead. Isabella was curled in his lap, up against his chest. There was exactly enough room for the two of them on his horse. Alice rode on another horse right behind them, Jasper holding onto her around the waist. He wouldn't let her go anywhere without him, and she didn't object at all. The beat of the horses' hooves kept a quick rhythm on the hard ground. Isabella shivered and curled herself deeper into her husband's body. She still wore her wedding dress, Edward his tuxedo.

Edward knew that he had to get her to warmth or else she would freeze to death. They had left London behind about three hours ago, and Edward could feel the sunrise hinting to the east of them. He had to get indoors too, before the sun could fully rise. People would definitely figure something out if he showed up glittering at their doorstep. Alice also figured this out.

Let's not go to a boarding house, someone might look for us there... Alice's thoughts echoed in his mind. Edward nodded and turned off the trail and off near the side of the woods. When they came to a gap, Edward hopped down off the horse. Isabella, who was half asleep, opened her eyes. Rubbing at her cheeks, she grabbed a hold of the saddle and let Edward guide the horse through the trees. After only a few moments, Edward stopped and took off his jacket. He wrapped it around Isabella before turning to his sister and brother. Jasper was leading the second horse, while Alice rode. Edward watched Alice skeptically. She took in a breath and spoke.

"There is a village about five leagues south of her." Alice said, her eyes focused on the trees and the faint light seeping through the branches. "Someone will take us in, and I am quite sure that we will be safe until evening in the least." Edward nodded.

"Good. Let's go." He turned around and approached his horse and his wife. He took her hand in his, she smiled slightly. Edward kissed her fingers gently and then, with her hand still in his, began to lead the horse again through the trees.

Isabella almost fell asleep in the saddle, and by the time the horse stopped, she couldn't even open her eyes. Edward did not let go of her, only now his hand was on her knee. Jasper's voice broke the silence of the night.

"Alice was right. They are willing to let us stay the night. Two of us in the spare room. We will have to split up." Jasper had taken control of the situation. "They're looking for you and Isabella. So-"

"Bella and I shall stay here, while you and Alice find room at the Inn." Edward finished. His hand slid up Isabella's leg to her waist and he pulled her down into his arms. She laid her head on his chest. Edward's hand rubbed her back through the material of his coat.

"We will be okay. I know." Alice said. She looked at Edward with knowing eyes and then she and Jasper led both the horses away from them. A kind woman led the way into her home. She had a sympathetic smile on her face. If she was suspicious of their clothing, she led nothing on. Her husband, a short man with a receding hair line, watched from the entrance of one of the rooms.

"Welcome to my home." He said, shaking Edwards hand firmly.

"Thank you." Edward said. A child cried from the room, and the man turned around. The wife led them down a flight of stairs and into the basement. She showed them a bed. It was of fair size and held many warm blankets. "This is more than enough." Edward said. Isabella buried her face into Edward's shoulder.

"There is a wash tub, if you'd like to bathe." The woman said, moving to a pair of candles and lighting them. A fireplace sat in the corner; small but big enough to heat the pail of water above it. "I'll have food waiting for you whenever you need it." She finished.

"Thank you. We are so grateful." Edward said. The woman made her way up towards the stairs. She hesitated for a moment and then turned around.

"I do not know what kind of trouble you are in, but I'd like you to know that you are safe here. I... I too had to leave in order to be with the one I love. I am happy now. I'm sure you will be too." She left then, closing the door behind her.

Edward lifted his hand to Isabella's hair and kissed the top of her head. She moaned, exhausted from the trip. Edward led her to the bed and sat her down. He knelt in front of her, untying the strings on her bodice. He slid his fingers between the laces and lifted the top of the dress. She led him slide her out of it. Holding her with one arm, he lifted her while at the same time pulling the blankets back. He bent her legs and placed her gently between the warm sheets. She still wore her slip and undergarments and Edward took off her boots and placed them on the dirt floor. He followed suit with his own boots and he took his shirt and belt off, laying them on the bed at their feet. He slid under the blankets and automatically Isabella crawled into his arms.

"Good morning my Isabella." Edward whispered in her ear. "I love you so much. Sleep now. " He let his words die before he began to hum. Isabella was already asleep.

Hours passed and Isabella got as much sleep as she could. She awoke to a musty haze. There was light shining through the floorboards and she could hear children playing somewhere outside. It was still broad day light outside. Isabella's stomach growled. She twisted around and looked down into her husband's eyes. He was lying on his back, one arm behind his head. Isabella smiled, she studied his eyes. Lifting her hand to his temple she sighed.

"What does it mean when your eyes are black?" She whispered. He tilted his head into her hand and breathed in deeply. He glanced back into her eyes, lifting his hand to her neck he slide her hair behind her ear. Her stomach growled again.

"It seems love, that we are both hungry right now." He whispered; his voice like velvet. She watched him curiously.

"When your eyes are golden, then you are satisfied, then?"

"Satisfied? I suppose that word works." He leaned forward and kissed her lips, they softened under his touch.

"Are you going to eat?"

"Soon. First you will eat." Edward leaned over and started to climb out of the bed. He looked down at her before heading to the stairs. A loaf of bread and some cheese and wine sat on a table near the staircase. Isabella smiled, and walked up behind him. She wrapped her arms around him. He pulled her up against his chest and kissed the top of her head. Isabella took the piece of cheese from his hand and began to eat.

Once she had broken her fast, Isabella walked to the fireplace and tried to pick up the pail. Edward's hands were there, taking them away from her. She smiled and watched him as he carried it to the wash tub. Isabella could smell the sweat and dirt all over her and wanted to wash herself as clean as possible. She went to the wash basin and fingered the small bottles on the table beside it. She found a bottle of rose water and poured it into the tub. She smiled as the scent carried its way to her nose. Edward watched her. By the time Isabella had added as many scents as she could to the water, Edward had already heated the tub until it was almost hot. He turned to her with a sly smile.

"May I join you?" He asked. Isabella blushed, but nodded. Edward stepped towards her and lifted the slip off of her. He pulled her close and kissed her. His lips hungry against hers. She opened her mouth to him and he took the advantage. He let go of her only long enough to get rid of his own clothes. Edward lifted her off the ground and carried her into the tub. She curled up in his lap.

"Let's stay like this forever." She murmured into his neck.

"That's fine with me, but the water's going to get cold at one point." He lowered his hands under the water, his mouth trailing along her collar bone and lower. "But we can always reheat it."