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I love you, my Angel

The night Edward 'died' but he wasn't alone. There was someone beside him, begging him to stay the whole time, pleading with him not to leave her in the darkness of her world. AU.

Sooo....This can be a one shot....or it can't be a one shot....u choose.... I got the idea from listening to The River Flows In You and looking at an old fashoned picture hanging on my wall of a flower surounded building with lots of windows and a horse buggy outside....but I'm not really sure how that ended up as this....hmmmm...

14. Chapter 14

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Edward's POV

Alice and I both had English first; though the class was small, the smell of the hot blood racing through their body was like being submerged into an ocean—it completely surrounded me, no break in the aroma anywhere. It was easy to yank back the monster inside of me.

Alice was silent and brooking, casting me almost mournful looks ever once in a while, but I respectfully ignored her. I could be quite stubborn if I wanted to be. She, best of all, knew that.

She scowled viciously at me.

Finally, she lost interest in me and her mine wandered, unavoidably, towards Jasper. I saw his scarred face, the way the crescent shaped slices covered his marble skin in complex patterns, and they caught my interest, like it always managed to do. It didn’t matter how many times I saw them; they were unnerving.

To be inflicted so many times and live through it…

He’s gifted, she suddenly shot at me, and it’s very interesting, actually.

I was curious, yes, but when Alice refused to say—‘think’—anymore on the matter I rolled my eyes. I finally met her gaze and arched a brow.

Alice smiled delightedly. Maybe it was just my imagination, but it seemed too smug. He can influence emotions, she informed me proudly.

I twitched my head to the side so fast that no one could possibly see. I was curious even more by the strangeness of Jasper.

Her eyes glowed happily at my interest. He doesn’t know why, of course. Hardly any of us do. But he has a hunch—

Bella’s voice punched into me from out of nowhere, a delusional maniac’s figment of his imagination. But it sounded so real, so deliciously sweet—and agonized. My body tensed and a low snarl so deep that only Alice would be able to hear ripped out of my throat. The voice—her voice—was so hurt and pained that it tore through my body.

“Edward,” She whimpered, and the sound was so clear and real—more so than the usual delusions I’d created—that I looked around the room in a frenzied rush. But she wasn’t there.

The pain that her voice had made me tenser, heightening everything; all my senses suddenly jumped into crystal clear sharpness: smell every drop of blood, see every detail of every person, hear all the thoughts suddenly crashing down through my carefully built walls, mashing together inside my head.

so hot, but Beth—

A dozen faces raced through my own head, though I knew none of them.

—why she freaked. It was only a kiss, after all—

While gritted my teeth, trying to suddenly push back the pain of all the bombarding noise, I caught her face in perfect clarity. It was gone an instant later. Impossible. I had imagined it. Surely.

Wait. No. Her face, half covered by her hair as she leaned over a book, standing in a classroom. I was watching her from the side.

And there she was again! Only this time I could see her from the front, her long hair still falling over her shoulder—such a pale neck. Then Bella looked up at me with suck piercing, agonized, golden eyes—

—I rocked back on my chair, yanking my mind out of it all. The thoughts of the look-alike Bella sifted back to something a student was saying.

And, quite suddenly, nothing made sense anymore. Nothing in my world was as it had seemed—I didn’t dawdled with the new fact, but accepted it unnaturally quick. Something was not in its place. Could it be?

I looked sharply over at the bewildered Alice and, murmuring still too quiet for others to hear: “Alice, what did the girl with Jasper look like? I need you to—” But my request cut off in a strangled gasp.

There she was.

Alice’s mind had automatically flickered to her—to my Bella, sitting on a couch. Her face was so unbelievably heartbreakingly beautiful that it made my breath stop. Her cheeks bore a small flush, like she’s just been jogging or…or—hunting. Her eyes were different, too. They were still large and beautifully framed by thick eyelashes, but they were now a honey-gold and yet, despite their warm color, they were cool and unseeing; but still irresistible.

Impossible. Inconsiderable. But there she was, a fully fledged immortal.

Alice was screaming silently and shooting daggers at me but it was so easy—a mere flick of my mind—to block her out completely. So much was now at stake; because my angel was alive, in this town, down the hall in History.

Something beautiful bloomed inside of me, and I was suddenly as warm as I’d ever been before. The warmth quickly turned into a burning—a burning to find her, to hold her, and to never let go, as long as eternity let the sun rise each day.

I whipped me head towards Alice, a small smile tugging at my lips, and opened my mouth to speak, but Alice wasn’t watching me anymore—something else had captured her attention. Her mind went blank for a second before images started to trickle in.

I listened—watched—closely.

And she was there again.

Bella scribbling something hurriedly on a scrap of paper that she had pulled from her pocket—Bella standing in an over-crowded airport. People moved around her in a bright flurry of colors as she gazed calmly up at a boarding schedule—Bella heavily hooded in a sunny world that of which she didn’t belong, slipping down a dark alleyway as the sound of a clock tower’s thundering filling the town—And then her head bowed down in the cloak, whispering the words to make them sound like candy—“I wish to die,”

“No!” I hissed viciously,” She wouldn’t!”

Alice whimpered helplessly. She didn’t understand. “Tell me, Edward—”

I jumped from out of my seat, knocking down the chair and making everyone gasp. I didn’t notice.

I stormed out of the room as quick as possible; the terrible sound my angel’s words were still ringing in my ears.

“I wish to die,”…