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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...

2. little sister

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98 years later

I stood in the window box, watching the frost covered world, arms crossed across my thick white sweater. I let my brown red hair fall around my shoulders in waves, reaching down to the arch of my back.

Out in the middle of the large frosted field was a leafless ancient oak tree. The sun was just starting to rise above the horizon and its colors shattered on the tiny ice crystals that covered the world. A light mist hovered at the base of the tree.

It was beautiful. He would’ve loved it. A familiar splintering cascaded through my empty heart. I didn’t wince, or double over in pain, but only embrace it. There was nothing else I could possibly do.

I glanced around the room; took in the emptiness of it. I was to be moving, leaving this old all too sunny town behind me. Like I always did. Dust trailed through the youthful sunshine, trickling slowly to the shiny wood floor and gliding to a stop. My long sleeves prevented the sun from shattering off me like it did to the world outside. I quickly unfolded my arms and thrust my hand into the sun; watched the way the light danced and gleamed, catching the eye. Beautiful.

What would He have thought? Would he see a monster? Or perhaps just lovely? An angel, maybe? He used to call me one. But, no, he would be horrified at what I had become, what damnation had threw upon me once his presence was ripped away from me. I wished I could cry. I wanted the crystalline tears to glide down my face in fits of sobs. Just to have some way to let it out. It would be better than nothing.

A low rumbling in the empty silence grew from a distance. I didn’t want to but I threw up my walls and forced myself to come back to the world, embraced the reality of him not being there with me. Of that of him being dead so long ago.

The memories should’ve been harder to see, murky and difficult to make out like the rest of my human recollections. But they weren’t. If anything, they were stronger, sharper and more focused than anything else—except, perhaps, the agony.

The pain intensified. I ignored it.

Coming over the ridge, an outline by the sun, was a large moving truck, jostling and grumbling loudly compared to the soft sounds of early morning. Birds squawked and launched themselves from the serenity of their trees, blotches across the breaking sunlight, in attempts to find peace away from the moving truck.

I sighed and quickly threw the cotton soft sweater’s hood over my hair; grabbed my bag, and walked out through the empty room to the entryway, shuttering at the empty sound my feet made as echoed through the deserted house. I quickly wrenched open the door and stepped out into the brisk clean smelling air. I gasped it in, attempting to calm my nerves.

Jasper stepped out of the truck, slamming the door lightly. I instantly felt calmer, more at ease. I smiled, sighing. “Thanks,” I whispered.

“I could feel you a long ways before I even got here.” His sparkling brows were furrowed in worry.

I shook my head slightly. “I’m okay now. Just got lost…thinking again, you know. Let’s go. I want to get out of this place; see a new town.”

He paused for a second; scrutinized my face, and nodded, running inside to get the last of a few boxes, leaving me standing there, shaking slightly. I hated this part the most, moving. It reminded me more of him then almost anything else.

We’d always talked about moving away from Chicago, going around the world to see every sight, together as one. That we would one day live atop a mountain, far away from civilization and just relax; bask in the morning sun’s new rays. It had never happened though…

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

I jerked, startled. Jasper was standing right behind me, anxious as always, a box in hand. I nodded, quick and jerky. “As good as I can ever be cut in half,” I grinned weakly and slipped into the truck.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the window, taking deep deliberate breaths. I felt Jasper get in; listened to the sound of the throbbing engine, letting it sooth me. I could tell Jasper was casting nervous glances at me as we bumped down the road gently, but I ignored them. My brother worried too much.

“I’m fine, Jasper. Please, stop worrying. We’re moving, something we’ve done several times already.” I mumbled without moving, leaving my eyes closed against the red sunlight I could feel warming my bloodless skin. And I was slowly becoming better, the pain fading as it always did. Well, fading as much as was possible. It would never fully, truly be gone.

“Sorry, Bella. You’re just my only family I’ve got on this world. My little sister,” He teased. I scoffed like he was aiming for. “You’re forgetting I was the one that found you, though. Technically, I’m the leader of this coven.” I smiled softly, blocking out the memory. I didn’t want to think right then. I wanted to just close my eyes and let the world go for the moment—it seemed the easiest way to escape the torturous hurt that was so constant.

Four hours later, we jerked to a stop in front of a large white washed mansion, the Sol Duc River making a soft lullaby in the distance. It was three stories high, tall and elegant, looking about a hundred years old, at least. The wraparound porch was brown and elegant. It almost looked like a home I would live in if I had been human. I wasn’t sure if that was good or not.

I got out reluctantly, glancing at Jasper who was staring at me worriedly. I rolled my eyes for his benefit. “I’m fine now, Jasper. Please, don’t worry. It doesn’t do me any good to know you’re anxious.”

He sighed, jumping out. “How do you like it?” He asked casually, standing next to me as I appraised the house.

I stopped in the middle of the lush yard, breathing in deeply the smell of the fresh clean river; the lush greenery and the clouds that were handing thickly overhead. I smiled, “Honestly, I like it,” And it was the truth. “It had that…homey feel, I think.”

Jasper laughed, throwing an arm over my shoulder. “Well, I’m glad you like it. Home sweet home,”

“How many rooms does it have?” I asked, still smiling softly. I wondered how I’d ever gotten by without my brother.

He looked down at me, smirking, answering meekly, “Seven,”

“Typical,” I scoffed.

That was how it was. It was okay, good even, living how I was with my brother, and light teasing was the only way our small, but strong, family staid together. But it would never be enough. I couldn’t be without Him.I shoved my thoughts away from my lost love, wanting to keep my emotions up, for Jasper’s sake, at least.

“Race you in; first one to the top gets to pick room first,”

Jasper smiled hugely, “Oh, you’re on, little sis.”

And with that, we both bolted inside, laughing as we went. It was my life, however little full it was.