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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.

45. Chapter 45

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The wedding will be held on a Monday morning in three months. By then, I should be somewhat better controlled. Since we’re no longer speaking to any vampires beside ourselves, and Alice needs someone to impress, we’re waiting until I can be around humans so she can stun the townsfolk with her entertaining skills. After that, we’ll have to move. Esme isn’t pleased. She really liked this house. Then again, she gets to redecorate all over again, her favorite thing in the world.

Eternity requires ample hobbies.

Alice’s plot inconveniences all of us. Also, I’d rather not have total strangers watch my wedding. However, this is the way Alice wants it. Apparently her plan for my matrimony involves lots of spectators.

Anything to make her happy…

I am still trying to regain the joy of feeling accepted by them. I want to make her happy, to prove I can be as good a sister as she has been.

Of course, she reassures me she’ll love me even if I betray her utterly by limiting this wedding. Those were her exact words, by the way.

So I don’t really have any choice…

And I have to do it for Edward too. He is delighted that we’ll finally have our old-fashioned wedding, everything the way his mother would have liked it… if she hadn’t been dead for a hundred and twenty years.

I suspect that is actually his motivation in this whole thing. I know his memories of Elizabeth Masen are very vague, but all loving, almost worshipful. She was apparently such a force her son still fears reckoning with her from beyond the grave.

Of course, I would never embarrass him by accusing him of being a mommy’s boy, or hurt him by reminding him of the human life he lost… we both lost.

I take a silent moment to grieve. Poor Charlie. He must suspect I’m dead. I know he saw the chance from the beginning. I can still hear the clink of his bullets being locked away at night, from fear I would hurt myself back in the days a gun could harm me.

I sigh. I know he misses me. It must be hard, learning to live all alone for the second time, this time having lost me. Yet, I am very like my father in many ways. I hope he can empathize at least a little. It is quite uncomfortable picturing Charlie and Renee loving each other the way Edward and I do, but I can see the old sorrow in his eyes sometimes… not quite the same, but bad enough.

And I’ve put him through it again. I should write him a letter, since my voice probably sounds too different for a phone call. I can’t invite him to the wedding, not with my appearance drastically changed, but I can tell him I’ve found Edward.

Maybe it will give us both some measure of piece. I scrounge up pen and paper, and then search for the words.