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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.

5. Act IV scene I

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Act IV Scene 1.

Bella lay on her back, her arms resting on the pillows above her head. Her hair is fanned out above her as well. Her eyes are closed as she takes in the heat of the sun that has found its way through the curtain and is now tickling her face. Her smile is genuine. After a moment she turns her head and opens her eyes. What she sees is more beautiful than what she has just felt.

"You glitter in the sun." She whispers, moving her hands down around her waist and pulling the sheets up a bit more.

"And your eyes glitter in the moonlight." Edward smiles back. He lays on his side, one arm under his head and the other hand is placed on Isabella's stomach. She curls her fingers with his.

"This night was..." She begins.

"Memorizing." Edward finishes for her. Edward curls up closer to her and she adjusts her body so she can rest her cheek on his shoulder. Isabella kisses his chin and he instinctively lowers his lips to hers. They lie there for a moment like this. It's not long before Edward tenses.

'What?" Isabella asks, lifting her head and looking down at him. Edward closes both his arms around her waist and pulls her on top of him. She smiles at the sudden chill that goes through her, from his cold skin as well as the feeling of being in his arms. She leans down and places her forehead on his chest, breathing deeply.

"Someone's coming." Edward whispers. He slides his hand along her bare back and rests it between her shoulders. "I've got to go."

"No." Isabella says suddenly, sitting up quickly. Edward drops his hands. "Please, don't go." Edward drops his gaze from her eyes, skimming them over her body. She notices and pulls the sheet up from where it lay beside them. Edward sits up, still cradling Isabella in his lap.

'Do you expect me to hide?" He asks, lifting one of his perfect eyebrows.


Edward squeezes her hips and slides her off of him. He leans down, grabs his clothes and heads for the dressing room door. Isabella turns and watches him as he goes. He turns around before closing the door behind him and smiles, his teeth gleaming in the slight darkness. She gestures her hand, blowing him a kiss. The door to the dressing room closes as her bedroom door opens. Isabella has just enough time to grab the duvet from the floor and crawl under it before the maid comes in, closely followed by her father.

The maid headed directly for the window, thrusting the curtains open in one fluid motion. Isabella threw her arms over her eyes.

"It's much too late for you to still be in bed." Charlie Swan said from where he stood in front of her bed. Isabella only moans. She makes sure her eyes are adjusted to the light before she looks again. The maid has steadied herself by cleaning up; she pretends not to overhear the conversation. "Did I not tell you last night that you were to go into the city today to get fitted for your dress?" Isabella doesn't answer. "Isabella?" his voice rises.

"It might have come up at one point." Isabella says lightly.

"Well get up and get dressed." He says quickly. "Jacob is waiting downstairs." This statement gets Isabella to sit up quickly.

"What!?" she cries.

"Yes." Charlie smiles. He arrived over an hour ago. I expected you to be ready..." Charlie seems to notice Isabella's appearance. "Please tell me you're wearing a nightdress." He says quickly.

"I... Uh. Was warm during the night." Was the quickest thing she could say. Charlie raises his eyebrows at her. He's about to say something, until the scream comes. Isabella jumps. The scream came from the dressing room that the maid had likely just walked into. Isabella groans. Charlie gives her a look as if he knows.

"So help me God, Isabella." He turns around and bursts into the dressing room. Isabella takes that moment to wrap a house coat around her and she reluctantly follows her father. She lets out a breath of relief. The maid was on the ground and her father was pulling him up. "What was the meaning of that deathly scream?" Charlie, angry, asked.

"I tripped, sir. I'm sorry." The maid, whose face is as red as Isabella's sheets, curtseys and then leave the room. Charlie turns around and glares at his daughter. He doesn't bring up what he thought was happening in the room.

"Get dressed. Now." He says and then leaves her there. Isabella searched her dressing room but Edward wasn't there. How did he get out? There are not windows or other doors. She sees something gleam from under one of her wardrobes. She reaches down and picks it up. It's her locket. She pops it open, and inside is a note.

Tonight, my love, my darling.


She kisses the cold metal, puts it around her neck, and begins to get dressed.