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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.

93. Chapter 93

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He pauses for an instant. “You know, I’m not certain I believe you, Isabella Swan. Not in the least.”

I grit my teeth and wait. I don’t protest his decision, since Aro is practically impossible to manipulate. No one can understand his motivations, so no one can change his opinions.”

He sighs heavily, his papery skin rippling around his pursed lips. “Nonetheless, I can’t conclusively prove that. And I do believe you two have gone through enough, haven’t you? Yes, I do believe so. So, speaking for us all, I pronounce your task finished. You’re free to go.”

There is an anti-climactic silence. Aro claps his hands together. “Well, my dear friends, it’s been a pleasure. I do hope you come and visit me in Volterra, at some point. As our guests, you know. Since you… since you clearly do not wish to join our guard. I am extending our hospitality, whenever you wish.” He pulls his cape over his clothes, like the swish of Dracula’s from an old vampire movie. “I suppose we’ll take our leave now. Come, my dears.”

The silent guard follows him as he disappears into the forest. He spares of the theatricalities—he doesn’t call “We’ll be back!” or any similar threat over his shoulder. In fact, I don’t believe it’s true. He’s had his fun here… and like he said, he does love a happy ending.

As Edward’s arm go around me, I do too.

His arms fasten around my waist and I lean my cheek against his shoulder. Suddenly, I feel tears in my stomach, tears I can’t release but that nonetheless make me shake with sobs.

“Shh, love. Shh. It’s all right now. We’re safe.”

“I know. That’s why I’m crying,” I manage in a surprisingly matter of fact tone. “I’m happy. Relieved.”

“Yes. It is good news, isn’t it? We aren’t going to die.”

“No.” I shake my head a little and pull myself out of his arms, so I can face him, look into his burning eyes, like liquid gold. “That’s not why I’m happy.”

“Why then?”

I marvel at the sound of his voice like it’s the first time I’ve heard the velvet sound. “I’m crying because I’m happy. Because… because now I get to be with you. Forever. Unless… unless…” unless you leave again.

He takes my hand gently, and I smile through the unshed tears. “Bella, I would be honored to spend the rest of eternity with you. Preferably with you as my wife.”

I lift the other hand, the one not entangled in his fingers, and grin. “I’m wearing your ring, aren’t I?”


“So I think I’m planning on marrying you. Twenty-five years and a death threat couldn’t change that. All eternity won’t change that.”

“Thank you, my Bella.”

“You’re welcome.” I grin at him, taking a tiny step and launching myself into his arms.

Alice coughs. “Hey, that was good back there, but can you take the illusion out of my brain now, before you do the whole sappy reunion thing?”

I comply. Jasper and Alice rub their eyes briefly, and then turn to one another. She reaches out one hand and touches his face with her fingertips.

Edward presses his lips to mine, for the first time in far too long, and if my heart weren’t dead I’d swear I could hear it stop.