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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.


65. Chapter 65

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Seven years later, I sit alone in a room. It is gray and dark and dismal. Nothing in particular is happening. Nothing at all. I am alone, as always. But that is only a part of it. Even I am not here. I am miles away, in Edward’s arms. My body is serving the Volturi, a member of their guard, little more than a glorified mercenary.

My heart is with Edward, now and forever. I wonder if he can feel me there, sense it as I kiss him, feel my caresses, my hand on his, my heart swelling to envelop how I feel in his presence.

No, I doubt it. I doubt he knows I am with him.

But I am, and I always will be. I am as irreplaceable and deep a part of Edward as his own heart… not that that beats, not that that serves much purpose. But it’s there.

And it loves me as I love him, forever… no distance, no time, nothing can come between us. I believe I had an epiphany to that effect once.

I grip my stomach.

“Isabella Swan?” The bored voice of Gianna’s replacement Helene reads over a loudspeaker. “Guest for you in the Turret Room.”

I do not allow hope. I cannot. It is not him, he isn’t allowed to see me. I cannot let myself daydream it’s Edward…

I walk to the room. I drag myself there, as I drag myself everywhere without my love to give me the spark free movement requires.

The long footsteps follow me a bit behind my actual feet. I am a Volturi now in all appearance. I am robed in a black cloak. It covers every inch of this disappointing vampire body, this form that didn’t do what I always thought it would. I am not beautiful, but I can disguise that in long dark clothing. The hood hides the woe and pain on my shadowed pale hideous face.

I used to be average among humans. Now I am ugly among vampires. Not much of an improvement… but now I can be with Edward forever. After I make it through this fifty year Limbo, that is. Let me into heaven! Leave me not in hell… hell is not some fictional land of brimstone and red and flames.

It’s anywhere Edward isn’t. And heaven is the color of his eyes and the sensation of his touch. The only halo I need is his kiss. The only harp music I hear is the velvet of his voice…

I miss him. That’s pretty much all I have to say for the last seven years, my life half over again. I am tired of it. Every day I sit in the room staring at the walls. It’s like a jail sentence. No one has ever given me an assignment. I have never been asked to do anything, as I’m not part of the food gathering chain of command. Occasionally I feed myself. I simply leave the city, find a convenient animal, drain it of blood, and return to my room to stare at the walls some more.

It is a very tedious way to spend eternity.

I almost wish for a war to take my mind of the mind numbing dullness and aching harmful tortuous waiting.

Oh, Edward…

My footsteps, my gliding cloak along the floor, my lurking menacing shadow… all these vampiric markers follow me into another stone room. I turn to see my first ever visitor.