Edward and Bella are finally married. Bella is finally changed. Victoria is dead. Nothing bad can happen now. Right? Okay so after thinking for a while i think i am not going to continue this story. If you are a writer, then you will understand it when i say i just can't make the characters and story agree. I am working on another story right now and i'll probably submit it in a few weeks/months. I don't know. I'm sorry but i just can't continue this story anymore. On the plus side, my new story is called Renesmee's Ribbon. Look out for it soon!!!!!
3. Chapter 3
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I immediately jerked out of Edward’s grip and ran over to the mirror on the other side of the room. Surprisingly, I didn’t trip. I looked into the mirror and my jaw dropped. I looked almost like a completely different person. First of all, I was a bit thinner than the last time I had looked in the mirror. My skin was as pale as Edward’s, but I didn’t feel any chill in my body. I actually felt warm. My hair was more shiny, silky, and lighter. My face was still the same but a bit more mature. And my eyes were almost a blood-red. That is what scared me the most. If I didn’t have the freaky eyes, I’d be almost as beautiful as Rosalie.
I saw Edward walk up to me in the reflection of the mirror. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me on my head. “Welcome to the Cullen family Mrs. Cullen” I hugged him tightly back and sighed. I just wanted to stay wrapped up tightly in his arms forever, with no worries, fear, or harm coming toward us. But of course, I knew it would never happen. At least not now. Edward then let me out of his grasp and nodded to his family. Right when he nodded, Alice sprung up as if she had springs on her butt. She ran over to me and gave me the biggest hug ever. She was also squealing very loudly. I smiled, classic Alice. Then Emmet came up to me and gave me a bear hug. Once he released me from his grip I started laughing.
“Now I don’t need to beg for air anymore.” I replied. Emmet started booming out laughter too. Next in line was Jasper. He has always been afraid to be around me after what happened at my 18th birthday, but now he seemed comfortable. He gave me a quick hug then went to join Alice. Rosalie came up after Jasper. She has started to be nicer to me since our talk, but we weren’t the best of friends yet. Shockingly, she gave me a warm, nice, and friendly hug. Esme came up, stroked my hair, and gave me a light peck on the cheek. Finally Carlisle came up to me, gave me his supermodel smile, and nodded. I smiled and nodded back. Everything seemed just perfect at that moment.
We were all sitting in the living room that night around the fire. I was sitting on Edward’s lap with his arms around my waist in the large chair. On the couch sat Emmet, Alice and Rosalie lying on top of them with her head in Emmet’s lap. Jasper sat on the floor in front of Alice, who was playing with his hair. Carlisle had his arm lovingly around Esme’s shoulders on the loveseat. I wish I had a camera. Everything was so peaceful at the moment. I never really had those kinds of memories as a child, being in a big room with a huge family that loves you. I mean, Renee and I had small moments like that, but not as big as this moment right now. I closed my eyes and leaned against Edward’s chest, absorbing as much of this moment as I can. Edward kissed me softly on the lips, making me flutter my eyes open. He glanced down at me and gave me his dazzling crooked smile. Suddenly, my nose caught the scent of something. Something that smelled so sweet and luxurious. I raised my head and sniffed around, searching for its source.
“Uh-oh. I think someone needs to hunt,” Emmet said in a mocking tone.
I turned to face towards him. “What do you mean?”
“Bella, did you honestly think that you wouldn’t have to hunt?”Edward said “Your eyes are getting a deeper red every second.” I had to hunt? I mean, I knew I had to, but I haven’t really thought about it. The thought of sucking blood made me feel queasy. Edward saw the look on my face and chuckled. “You may be the only vampire in history, Bella, who gets sick at the sight and thought of blood. I glared at him trying to keep a straight face. But then I couldn’t take and just smiled and shook my head. He may be my angel, but he can sure be an a—sometimes. “Tomorrow I’ll take you hunting” he said. Then we sat through the rest of the sleepless night in front of the fire.