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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.

47. Chapter 47

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The days faded, one as lovely as the next. I spent them all with Edward, and so I was happy.

We did little. Once a week we would hunt. The blood never grew more appealing, but it slaked the pain in my thirst, the pain that grew greater and greater with every passing second. It was no pleasure to kill the harmless animals, but it kept me from agony.

And Edward was always there. At first, we hunted together, all kinds of game. Eventually, we went mountain lion hunting together, unable to find the one I preferred. I found my tastes were the same as Edward’s. There was something beyond a flavor, like you could taste the power in the blood- it was why humans were so much better. They were more complex and so much more delicious.

But they were people. I wouldn’t kill a person. I had- but I never would again, not now that I had my family to keep us together and safe from doing any harm.

And it became more obvious with every day that passed how much I still, how much I always would, love Edward. I had unquestionably made the right choice. I scarcely thought of Jacob, really. Once in a while I’d regret hurting him, but then I’d remember he had something better now.

There was nothing wrong with my choice. Except Charlie and Renee. But I’d given my father the best closure I could. I had to do what I had to do, and I was selfish enough not to try to live without Edward.

I was glad of my weakness now, because it meant I didn’t even have to try to be without him. I could be, forever, he said. Maybe I believe him.

Every day passes strengthens my faith just a little, that he might just love me. Every second he doesn’t leave, I begin to think he never will.

It is wonderful.

And now he isn’t so afraid of hurting me physically. We are still waiting for the wedding, but that doesn’t stop him from kissing me in a way we never could before.

It is wonderful.

He is afraid, on the other hand, of breaking my heart again, with reason. He treads with silent tiptoes around the whole subject of his leaving me.

It is hard. I think the healthy thing to do would really be to have a heart-to-heart chat, but that’s too painful. It isn’t the way we do things. Besides, my life’s good enough without that.

I can pretend I am sure in this new life with him. We may be forging a new life on a very uncertain ground, but our love will hold true. I will cling to my end with such strength, he will have very little choice.

I am certain of that.

He will not leave me in that way again.

I won’t allow it. If he wants to go, he’s going to have to prove he really wants to go. He’s not getting away with this again.