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The princess and I

About half a century after Edward's departure, Bella and Edward find themselves in an extemely uncomfortable position, Bella's the bride, but Edward isn't her groom.

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2. Chapter 2: Flight

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Edward’s P.O.V

I rested my head against the head rest, closing my eyes so it would appear that I was sleeping.

Naturally, I was wide awake. Vampires never sleep. In fact, I would never have bothered with something as meaningless as pretending to sleep, if I was given a plane free from overly- friendly air stewardesses, who batted their eyelashes every time I looked their way.

I could be doing something productive, like reading a book, or helping Alice with the stocks. Yet here I was, pretending to sleep! Lucky Jasper, I thought with envy, those flirtatious hounds steered clear of him, as soon as they caught sight the ‘beauty’ he had by his side.

All of our kind looked attractive to the human eye. Without warning, I was knocked breathless with the memory of my beauty, my angel. She never saw herself well, she never saw how truly beautiful she was, and I would never have a chance to tell her.

I left her with the impression that she was not good enough for me, not beautiful enough. She was far too good, far too beautiful, she deserved so much better than a seventeen- year old monster, deserved someone who could be human, grow old, and have children with her.

I pictured Bella, she would be sixty- eight, grey- haired with a husband, and adorable grandchildren, her children would be beautiful ad capable, just as she was.

It had been fifty- one years since I left her, on her approaching birthday, about five decades. It was then I had a strong sense of déjà vu. Five decades? The phrase repeated itself in my mind.


I opened my eyes reluctantly, thinking my name was called. I was too deep in thought to realize that it only had been thought. I looked across the aisle, my eyes locking with Alice’s expectant pair.

You might want to watch your hold on the arm rest, it wouldn’t help our situation if you broke it.

I quickly released my ‘stress ball’, it had been creaking in protest to the straining pressure I had applied, and was glad to be free of my iron hold.

Calming waves washed over me and I raised an eyebrow at Jasper, who widened his eyes in faux innocence. I rolled my eyes at his thoughts. He was literally lying through his teeth! Or in this case, his mind.

What? I don’t believe I did anything…

I welcomed Jasper’s calming waves, ‘borrowing’ his talent, for it helped to rid my system of the pain and tension I had felt when thinking of Bella.

Just a few more years, my love. I thought to myself. Be happy, I’ll find you in the next world, I swear I will, but… Will you ever be able to forgive me?

Would she be able to find anything in that kind, golden heart of hers to forgive me? I could only hope.

Don’t you dare, Edward Cullen.

A voice chastised me, and I looked up to see Alice glaring at me angrily.

I saw that, think about what that would do to Carlisle! And what that would do to Esme! It’ll crush both of them! It’ll crush us all!

I winced, but thought of Rosalie instead. I was certain she would be more than glad to be rid of me, she and I were never quite on close terms. I imagined her harsh smile when she would receive the news of my demise.

The smile vanished, and I saw her sobbing, broken tearless sobs, with the rest of my family. I fought to keep the grimace off my face. What else could I do? The world was just a solidified hell without Bella, my body was just a prison.

I sighed, putting on my seatbelt, as I got ready for the descend, firmly aware of Alice’s unrelenting glare.