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Dream's Shadow

This is my take on the over- and usually poorly- done plot. Edward leaves Bella again. She is changed and they meet again in the future. There will be a big twist! Requested by Iris. Banner by Iris!

Try it! I know stories like this usually stink, but I thought I'd give it a try. I own nothing. Stephenie Meyer owns all.

41. Chapter 41

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Shopping. Why, dear God, why? Why me? Of all the horrors I’ve suffered, I do think this takes the cake. Alice practically throws me into the Porsche.

“All right. London! Great city. Nice shopping. Good restaurants. Be better if we could eat. I’m so excited!”

“Alice… it’s not… I’m a newborn. You can’t just take me into a city full of people. I could kill someone.” I’m trying to impress upon her that this isn’t a price we can pay for her fun. That her ideas of what’s enjoyable aren’t worth the cost that very well might have to be paid.

“Oh, right.” She frowns. “Well, you can wait outside town. I’ll just buy the clothes and take them to the car for you to try on. And your eyes are red. Hmm, that could be interesting. I think white would look great with that, or maybe grey with your skin tone.”

I kick her chair. “You’re being silly.”

“What, how many times in my life am I going to get the chance to figure out what complements the appearance of a newborn vampire?”

“No one but the family’s going to see me anyway. Why does it matter?”


The one word is totally impossible to argue with. I sigh. I wish I could argue with her, ever, at all. She’s so mean, toying with my emotions this shameless way. She knows my buttons so well. “All right. So the plan is, you go into town, pick out stuff, buy it, bring it back here, force me to try it on, and then return anything you don’t like.”


I shake my head and sigh. “Alice, Alice, Alice. However did I do without you all this time?”

“I’m sure your wardrobe is very glad I’m back. And I notice ‘Jacob’ had excellent taste, thanks to me. Just like Jazz…”

“You dress him?”

“And Edward.”

I laugh aloud. “Remind me to humiliate him with that someday.”

“All right. Though your memory is now happily without those inconvenient human holes.”

Those are her final words. She bounds from the car, disappearing into the city. I sit alone, bored already almost beyond belief. Fortunately, the car still possesses its keys, and I am able to turn on the radio.

Mindless music, not the sort I usually enjoy, is zipping through the air. It fills my ears. I am careful not to listen to the lyrics. I may have Edward, but I am never far from the pain. So to safeguard myself, I merely bop to the beat and wait.

I guess I can never outrun waiting. Maybe it’s simply an accursed part of my life I must always be left behind, even in so tedious a venture.

My new vampiric existence certainly hasn’t prevented it as I’d hoped. Chasing the Volturi turned out fruitless. The whole goal of my transformation was to go to him, not the other way around.

I can scarcely stand the wait. I want to be back with Edward. I want him to promise he loves me one more time.

I want to marry him.

I am ready for my dream to come to life.