Have you ever imagined how it would be like to find your own Edward? Because I have. And THIS came out. R&R No Bella and Cullens here.
The special vampire kind I use in this story was created by Stephenie Meyer. The characters are entirely mine. This story is only Twilight-related. :)
7. 16th November: Friday
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When my alarm rang, I switched it off thoughtlessly. I groaned and nestled my face in the pillow. I didn’t completely have the strength to get up yet. I had a headache, a sore throat, a stomach ache, chills and a runny nose. I felt awful. So I just laid there and waited for unconsciousness to come. After a half hour, my mom peeked to check why I wasn’t out yet. As she saw me, she didn’t say anything. She just went off and came back after a while with a plate of medicines in her hand.
“You stay at home,” She told me, as she was leaving for work.
I was glad she didn’t get me to go to school. Knowing her, I would have thought she would, caring only about my education. I started to relax, when I heard my favorite song ring in my phone. I checked the display. I didn’t know the number. After a while of hesitation I answered.
“Yeah?” Even this short word barely went through my sick throat.
I heard a silent curse on the other side. “I’m on my way,” The voice I adored so much told and then the angelic owner hung up.
I was frightened. He was coming here. Could he see me in this condition? No way! I tried to get up but my head spun and I collapsed back on my bed. I felt cold shivers run through my body and I hid in the covers, curling into a ball. I wasn’t strong enough yet. I could only hope Edward wouldn’t mind my look so much.
Five minutes later, he walked into my room. “I’m sorry that I’m late. There was a traffic jam in the centre,” He excused himself for who knew what. He still moved up faster than any normal human could. I only waved my hand carelessly. My throat was burning and I couldn’t talk. He came near me and looked at me with worry. “How are you?”
“Awful,” I croaked and I instantly started to curse myself in my mind. It was better not to say anything. I was only losing the rest of my dignity this way.
Edward shook his head with disappointment and started to mutter something so quietly and quickly I couldn’t understand. I only managed to hear something that sounded like ‘fashion revue’. I became sulky. He covered me up with a blanket he found on the bottom of my cupboard. He gave me all medicines and sat on the bed beside me. “Sleep now,” He ordered gently. Even without his encouragement I was so sleepy my eyes were trying to shut on their own. I was fighting this feeling for a while not wanting to lose the sight of my angel, but finally the sleep won. I was only able to feel something cold touching my head before I fell into a dreamless sleep.
The rest regained my strength. I felt much better as I awoke. However, I wanted to just lay here a little longer, thinking of nothing. Not opening my eyes, I tried to roll over to a better position when that something cold, which was still touching my forehead, stirred.
“Don’t move,” Edward muttered. Then I realized that the ‘something cold’ was his hand. He was making compresses with his own palm!
I opened my eyes and looked at him. I saw a little smirk on his face.
“How are you?” He asked caringly.
“Better,” I said proudly. But surprisingly, that statement didn’t distort the truth. I could talk again, though my throat was still a little sore. My headache and stomach ache had passed, so had the chills. To tell the truth, I felt quite well. However, I knew it wasn’t over yet. Knowing that it would not help, I tried to stand up, but Edward’s hand stopped me.
“Don’t overdo it.” He said in severe voice.
“I feel well already,” I tried to convince him of my recent discovery. He just smirked mockingly and pulled me back with one swift motion. He pinned my arms to the bed, leaned over me and gently kissed my forehead. My heart jumped.
“Don’t make me tie you down.” He muttered with a crooked smile. He stroked my cheek with his palm… and drew away rapidly as if burned. I heard him swear quietly. “I better go now,” He growled gloomily while standing up. “Don’t get out of your bed!”
“No!” I couldn’t resist and screamed. I sat on the bed. I knew I would feel ashamed at my outburst when I felt better, but at the time I was too ill to care. I wanted to have him with me then.
He smiled sadly. “You’re overestimating my self-control,” He quoted bookish Edward again.
“Don’t lie! Your eyes are bright. By the way, you’ve told me earlier that I smell differently now. It’s because of this illness.” I knew I was right and he had to admit it!
He sighed, resigned. “You’re too intelligent,” He whispered, but returned to my bed. However, he didn’t lie me down. He moved his cold finger through my face, from temple to chin. I shuddered at his touch, especially while the temperature difference was higher than usual.
“I should have killed you at once… I would have avoided many troubles…” He whispered and leaned over me. His hand held my chin.
I froze. I knew what he wanted to do but I wasn’t sure if I wanted this. On the one hand, it was what I had been waiting for all the time; some interest from him, acceptance. What if he was finally giving in to the feelings? It sounded impossible when I thought about what he’d said so many times and about my not-very-attractive appearance. However, recently I’d put the word ‘impossible’ out of my personal dictionary. And I really wanted to believe. But on the other hand… ‘His kiss brings the death’… Was it going to be that final one...? He’d told me million times he only wanted to kill me. It was only a game for him.
“No!” I shouted breaking free from his hand. My fear turned out to be stronger.
Edward froze, surprised by my reaction. I saw sadness in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” He whispered. What on Earth was he sorry for?! He stood again to go away.
“Wait!” I called him pleadingly. I had to explain everything to him. I couldn’t let him just go! I just wanted him to wait a little… “I… just…”
He stopped with his hand on a knob. He looked at me carefully. I took a deep breath. “I don’t wanna die yet…” I whispered weakly with tears in my eyes. I bit my lip. I hadn’t wanted it to come out like that. I thought I would be stronger.
The vampire looked surprised. “Why do you suspect I wanted to kill you?”
“Because…” I couldn’t express myself. I looked pleadingly at ‘Das groβe Buch der Engel’ standing on the shelf as if it could jump out of there and explain everything.
Edward also looked at it. Knowing my memories, he caught on to what I was driving at easily. He snorted. “Don’t be ridiculous! I’m not the Angel of Death!” He told me off.
I bowed my head so he couldn’t see my expression. For me you are… I thought. I felt him move and as I looked up, he was already beside me. I saw amusement in his eyes and some feeling I had never seen there before. He got hold of my face so I would look at him. My heart made a restless somersault.
“Silly girl,” He said strangely. “That’s exactly the problem! I can’t kill you. I don’t want to.” He stroked my cheek and sighed. “I’m pitiful. Worse than Cullen.”
Hundred of questions came to my head. But most of them were connected with one word: why? Why didn’t he want to kill me? Why did he hold so much worry in his eyes? Why was he acting so strangely, as if he cared for me? Why did he think he was pitiful? Why...?
Suddenly, he leaned down and his lips touched mine, cutting all my thoughts off. My heart sank. I didn’t dare even move. This kiss was gentler than the first he gave me and so… tender. Yeah, this was the unknown feeling I saw in his eyes. Tenderness.
When he broke the kiss, he pulled me tightly to him. “It’s all because of you…” He murmured in my hair.
I hadn’t ever felt anything like that; my breathing quickened, and my heart was throbbing in my chest. His touch was burning, though he was so cold. Without thinking I clung to him as if it was our last meeting. I never ever wanted to move from there…
All of a sudden, he stiffened and cursed, and then disappeared. I nearly fell on my face. “Edward?” I asked the space in panic.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I heard his whisper. “But your mom may not like it…”
I heard the front door open and a rasp in the hallway. After a while, my mother opened the door slightly and peeked into my room. “What’s up?” She asked, seeing I wasn’t asleep. “How do you feel?”
“Better,” I spoke truly. I surprisingly wanted to get out of bed as soon as possible.
“Go to sleep. It’s good when you’re ill. Have you eaten anything?”
“No. I’m not hungry.” I was so excited I didn’t think I could swallow anything. Mother looked at me skeptically, but said nothing. She went off, shutting the door behind her.
Suddenly, two strong arms embraced me from behind. “Go to sleep,” Edward murmured after my mom. In his lips it sounded like a part of some song.
“I don’t want to.”
He chuckled quietly. “Be a good girl. You have to heal.”
“I feel well already.” It was only partly true; my throat still ached and my head started to throb again but I was afraid to go to sleep. I was afraid that as soon as I awoke Edward wouldn’t be with me, he would disappear like a beautiful dream. Or his change of attitude would appear as an illusion. He seemed to feel my uncertainty because he stroked my head tenderly.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be there all the time,” His whisper calmed me. I didn’t lie down, though. I leaned my back against his chest. I relaxed listening to his unneeded breathing and feeling him still stroking my hair. Before I noticed it, I was sleeping a deep sleep.
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