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Dream's Shadow

Summary:
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!


Notes:
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.


6. Chapter 6

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I dismounted the plane to redoubled agony.

Alice. How could Alice do this to me twice? She was my sister! And she lets him walk away. Oh, he has every right to, he doesn’t owe me a thing, but Alice could have said good bye. That’s all I wanted, good bye. And she didn’t give me two damn words.

The last time, she came back for me. Because he still “loved” me. She helped me save him. She was by my side in this foreign place, her eyes burning, her excitement and joy cooled to a tense purposefulness.

I missed them so much.

Not as much as I missed him…

“Taxi!”

“Where to, miss?”

“Volterra.”

His eyes widened. “You got the money?”

I gestured at my life’s savings. What else would I need them for?

After all, my life would never be saved.

I got in the cab and closed the door. As once I had, alone though much more temporarily so, before, I spent the ride with him. I knew it would hurt when the fantasy was over, but I couldn’t avoid temptation. I gazed into his photographed eyes and turned the product of his dancing hands up all the way, until it hurt my ears, and imagined.

I imagined I was enough. That he had stayed, that he still loved me. That he had ever loved me, for that matter. I imagined walking down the aisle on Charlie’s arm, the room a soft ivory, every surface dripping with lavender flowers. Alice was bouncing from the excitement, and even Rosalie wore a slight smile. Jasper and Emmett were standing still at Edward’s side…

And then the rest of the room spiraled out of sight. I could only see him. He was so exquisite. His skin was a perfect white against his black tuxedo, every angle of body and clothing crisp. He wore a crooked smile, and it seemed so earnestly adoring. His hair was ruffled by a slight breeze that made it dance. And Edward’s eyes… they were so alive. They stared into my soul, with this look in them like I, not he, was an angel, like he wanted never to look away.

I broke away with a gasp… I’d done enough damage to myself. This trip brought enough pain without deluding myself into binding him to me forever. Why had he ever bothered coming back?

I guess I can’t understand him. Just like I can’t be enough to love him.

I would have cried, but I hurt too much.

Finally, we were outside the sepia walls. I handed over a significant proportion of all the money I’d ever had and walked inside.

I knew what to do now. I walked into the city, traced a half-familiar path to the clock tower (it wasn’t that hard to find) and stood on the fountain.

This was very painful. I’d only ever been here once, and he had been so close then. Sure, at the time I’d known the truth, that he didn’t love me, but in memory it was tainted with the beautiful dream that he did.

I couldn’t get up to the tower, but I attracted plenty of stares. Good. I opened my mouth wide and hollered at the top of my lungs, “I vampires esistino!” This was the extent of my Italian. I’d looked it up on Babel Fish before going home.

I know the internet isn’t always reliable, but from the gasps and hurrying mothers, I was right.

They would be coming now, because vampires do exist.