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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.


92. Chapter 92

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“I love you, Edward.” “I know.” He laughs quietly. “You’ve made that very clear, love.” I snarl at him, and he laughs again, louder. “I love you too. You know that.” Strangely enough, I do. I’m absolutely certain of him, unexpectedly so. “I do. Edward…” I switch to another method of communication. If we don’t make it out of here, know this. I love you, my Edward. Forever. And I forgive you for everything. He smiles. “I will always love you. And I will never leave you again. If we die here, Bella, we die together.” I nod. “Yes.” Together forever. If death is the cost of that, it’s not so bad. I’ve died for him once already, after all, to get this immortal body. Together forever—I begged him to kill me for that, and though he did not I got my prize nonetheless. Together forever. I see them approach, then, and I kiss Edward one last time. His lips on mine are brief and warm and gentle as always, but I have no patience for that. “Give me a real goodbye,” I growl, and he does. His arms pull me against his chest, his eyes burning as I take one final look at him. He is so beautiful, and he is mine, really truly mine. If I am caught in my lie, if I die here today, that is all right. I have Edward one last time. The love that was Jacob’s is absorbed again, my heart fully whole, and all of it is Edward’s. I lean up on my tiptoes to kiss him and whisper gently to him, “I love you. I love you. I love you.” Words can’t express it right, but they try. Those three of them, combined, are close to enough. I throw my arms around him again, so we are locked in an embrace. Someone coughs. I turn and see Aro’s distinctive face, his red eyes muted with age and his dusty face smiling like a deranged but fond grandfather. “Hello, Edward, Bella.” We greet him respectfully. “I am surprised to see you here,” Jasper says slowly. He worshipped this man like a hero, once… now he hates him. It’s a very awkward turnabout. “I thought you preferred to stay in Volterra, Aro.” “I do, generally, but this whole situation is so utterly fascinating. I simply couldn’t resist the urge to see for myself!” he coos. I grumble in my brain. He is utterly insane, is what he is. Nuts. Bonkers. He’s lived one millennium too long, and now he’s senile, I think. “Well, you can see, can’t you?” Edward gestures around the forest. Long strands of branches obscure everything, and the green is almost oppressive in its constancy. “I can.” For a moment there is silence. “I suppose I must pass judgment? On your task?” We nod as one. Aro stares around, sniffing the air occasionally, touching one, then another, of us—as I protect their minds with thoughts that are lies—we killed them, they’re gone, Embry screamed as he died, a brave fight, not one of them wept—it is very painful, this task. But necessary. My illusions stand trial as Aro speaks again. “Very well. I believe I stand for all my brothers when I say…” “I love you, Edward.” “I know.” He laughs quietly. “You’ve made that very clear, love.” I snarl at him, and he laughs again, louder. “I love you too. You know that.” Strangely enough, I do. I’m absolutely certain of him, unexpectedly so. “I do. Edward…” I switch to another method of communication. If we don’t make it out of here, know this. I love you, my Edward. Forever. And I forgive you for everything. He smiles. “I will always love you. And I will never leave you again. If we die here, Bella, we die together.” I nod. “Yes.” Together forever. If death is the cost of that, it’s not so bad. I’ve died for him once already, after all, to get this immortal body. Together forever—I begged him to kill me for that, and though he did not I got my prize nonetheless. Together forever. I see them approach, then, and I kiss Edward one last time. His lips on mine are brief and warm and gentle as always, but I have no patience for that. “Give me a real goodbye,” I growl, and he does. His arms pull me against his chest, his eyes burning as I take one final look at him. He is so beautiful, and he is mine, really truly mine. If I am caught in my lie, if I die here today, that is all right. I have Edward one last time. The love that was Jacob’s is absorbed again, my heart fully whole, and all of it is Edward’s. I lean up on my tiptoes to kiss him and whisper gently to him, “I love you. I love you. I love you.” Words can’t express it right, but they try. Those three of them, combined, are close to enough. I throw my arms around him again, so we are locked in an embrace. Someone coughs. I turn and see Aro’s distinctive face, his red eyes muted with age and his dusty face smiling like a deranged but fond grandfather. “Hello, Edward, Bella.” We greet him respectfully. “I am surprised to see you here,” Jasper says slowly. He worshipped this man like a hero, once… now he hates him. It’s a very awkward turnabout. “I thought you preferred to stay in Volterra, Aro.” “I do, generally, but this whole situation is so utterly fascinating. I simply couldn’t resist the urge to see for myself!” he coos. I grumble in my brain. He is utterly insane, is what he is. Nuts. Bonkers. He’s lived one millennium too long, and now he’s senile, I think. “Well, you can see, can’t you?” Edward gestures around the forest. Long strands of branches obscure everything, and the green is almost oppressive in its constancy. “I can.” For a moment there is silence. “I suppose I must pass judgment? On your task?” We nod as one. Aro stares around, sniffing the air occasionally, touching one, then another, of us—as I protect their minds with thoughts that are lies—we killed them, they’re gone, Embry screamed as he died, a brave fight, not one of them wept—it is very painful, this task. But necessary. My illusions stand trial as Aro speaks again. “Very well. I believe I stand for all my brothers when I say…”