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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.

4. Act III

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Edward sat completely still on the hard wood floor. His hands lay limp in his lap; his eyes gently closed. He could see her face vividly in his mind. The way she blushed when he tightened his hold on her waist, or the way her hair smelt when she turned her head. The way he couldn't read her mind, and yet he could read the mind of every other human being he had ever come across. But the biggest thing of all was her blood. It was so strong. He had smelt nothing like it before in his entire time on earth, which was a while because he is a vampire.

He wanted her. Her blood. The smallest taste would be enough, but it took him all the power he had not to jump on her, grip her between his thighs, and dig his teeth into her thin ivory neck. That was why, when Alice sprung up on him with her at her side, he tried to resist. It was the look of rejection that crossed through those beautiful brown eyes that sent his legs and heart after her. When she turned around, it was the look of surprise and arousal that gained his voice to ask that one question. He wanted to spurt out every question that came to mind, particularly ' Will you marry me?', but of coarse, with his strong hold on his emotions, he held that question back. Edward knew now that he could never harm Isabella - oh, what a beautiful name- any more than he could hurt Alice, and he's had his share of wanting to wring her neck, too. No, he wouldn't want to take that smile, the look of longing out of Isabella's eyes because...

"I Love Her."

"Who do you love?" Esme's voice, quiet and assured, said from behind him. Edward opened his eyes and shifted his head, watching her as she came around him and sat on the floor in front of him. She looked at Edward with patient eyes. Edward let out a slow, unneeded breath.

"Isabella". Edward tried to sound as unemotional as possible, but nothing ever got past Esme's prying eyes. She smiled.

"I guessed as much. She is very pretty." She raised her eyebrows slightly. Edward nodded.

"I don't know whether I should thank Alice for dragging me with her, or if I should hate her for doing this to me."

"Obviously you're going to love me, because frankly dear brother, you love me, and now that you love her, the time has come." Alice wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, kissed his cheek playfully and then sat down next to Esme.

"The time for what?" Edward asked, already knowing that he was going to get one of her mind games. She smiled charmingly.

"I see all." was all she said. "I would wait another hour if I were you, to make sure her father is completely asleep."

"Jasper! Get your lover out of here before I do!" Edward roared jokingly through the house. All he got back was a thunder of laughter. Edward looked back at Alice; she shrugged her shoulders and stood up gracefully, in one fluid motion. Edward and Esme were alone again.

"Are you going to go see Isabella then, tonight?" She asked after a moment.

"I already knew I was before Alice even came through that door." Edward said, he couldn't help but smile.

"Have fun, but be careful, love." Edward needn't have to be told that, he already knew. "Carlisle and I will be out hunting at the usual spot", she stood up, "in case you need us."


Isabella sat almost motionless, but for the movement of her hand as she brushed through her long brown hair. She gave up after a moment, stood up, and leaned into her pillows as if they were a home she hadn't seen in ages. This house still felt odd to her, but she was beginning to feel safe. She didn't have dresses like these back at her mothers house. She missed her mother dearly, and knew she would see her as soon as the wedding announcement was made.


There was a tap at her window and she sat up quickly. There it was again. A scratch, a knife? Burglar, was her first thought. She thought of running to get her father, but he was no use. Silently, Isabella slid her feet off her bed and tip-toed to the window. She could see nothing but the cool night air as it swayed the branches serenely through the air. It was just the wind, she sighed, relieved. She placed her hand flat against the glass and watched as it glazed up with a light layer of frost, as she breathed against the glass. Without thinking about being rash, she opened the window wide, and breathed in as much air as possible, smiling as her senses picked up everything, leaning out the window as if waiting for the wind to pick her up and fly her away.

"The moon is beautiful tonight." Her heart picked up rapidly and she looked down, trying to regain her balance. She drew herself back into the room and brought her hand to her throat, resting it on her locket. It was him, Edward. She felt so embarrassed, so violated, and yet she had the urge to look back out the window at his beautiful body, his arms wide open as he looked up at her, just to see if he was still there. She crept back to the window and glanced back out. He was still there. Her nerves got the better of her.

"What are you doing here?" She half called, half whispered.

"I have come for my lady love, I hear she resides here." His voice was rough.

"You must have the wrong house, for the only lady who lives here, is I." Unless he was talking about the maids, he could've been talking about the maids.

"Then I have come to the right place. The only love I have is for the lady of the moon, and she is you." His voice wavered as it sung itself into Isabella's ears. She couldn't help but giggle and blush.

"Tell me, do you use those lines for every woman you dote upon?"

"If I had used those lines on anyone else, they would have been lies, my darling. It is you I have been waiting for." Edward shifted his feet. "You wouldn't want a poor lad as myself to freeze out here in the cold?"

"No, of coarse not. You can go home." She smiled wickedly.

"Ah, but I'd rather dance with you again, my love. To hold you in my arms as I did this night, and this time I want to feel your heart leap as my fingers explore the parts of you I felt through lace before.." Isabella couldn't believe that he was saying something so provocative.

"How do I answer such a statement?" She called down, after a moment to calm her heart down as much as possible.

"I will tell you this. When you leave the window, if you close it, I will leave. But you will know I will come back tomorrow. If you leave the window open, I will come up. Alright?" Edward hoped that his charm wasn't pushing her away. Isabella didn't answer. She vanished from the window. Edward could still see her fingers gripping the window sill. After a long moment they vanished, and the window was left open.

Isabella couldn't believe she was doing this. What would her father do? What would her mother say? What about Jacob? Edward's face appeared in the window and within a heartbeat he had crossed the room and taken her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and laughed as Edward's mouth came down on hers.

Take that Jacob Black...