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Vampire Heart

Summary:
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.


Notes:
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. :)


9. 19th November: Monday

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19.11 Monday

I was already in my full strength. I was walking through the apartment in brisk steps singing quietly. Instead of walking down the stairs, I run. I was in hurry to see Edward. He was already waiting for me in the car, as usual. He gave me a peck on the cheek for a greeting.

“Is this a part of your plan of convincing me?” I asked suspiciously.

“You can say. Why? Not convincing enough?”

“You can say.”

He smiled strangely. “Maybe this would convince you,” He muttered and crushed my lips with his. As soon as he finished, my pulse was increased and my breath accelerated.

“Well, it’s better now,” I gasped.

He laughed huskily and kissed me again, this time gently. If every morning with him was going to look like that, I didn’t mind if I matched him or not.

“What are we gonna do today?” He asked finally.

“What about Dolce Vita?” It was a confectioner’s I liked very much; they had very good coffee.

The vampire looked at me surprised. “You still want to answer my questions?”

“Oh no, my dear,” I smiled mischievously at him. “This time I’m asking and you’re answering.” In fact I knew hardly anything about him and he knew everything (and I mean EVERYTHING) about me. It was so not fair!

He chuckled but said nothing.

In school I was still cheerful. The girls noticed my change at once.

“What happened?” They caught me during a break wanting some sensations.

“Oh, nothing special,” I threw my hand in. Nothing besides that Edward claims that he loves me.

They were pushing me more and more but I was still obstinately refusing to testify.

“Come on, what’s the matter?!” Isa got raged. “He asked for your hand or what?!”

“Very funny,” I chafed, but in my mind I saw a very vivid image of this happening. Edward on his knee with a little box in his hands… Stop it, stupid! I chastised myself. You’re letting your imagination go too far! THIS will never happen! I pushed the images out of my head and returned to the conversation with some troubles.

“So what, he confessed his love to you?” White snorted. She probably wouldn’t notice that she guessed right if I didn’t make a stupid face trying to hide a smile. She rolled her eyes. “Big thing.” She lost her interest.

That was easy for her to say; people told her this nearly every day. She had so many worshippers that they would make quite a big harem. But I was completely inexperienced in this area and I didn’t know how to react. And what should I do with the fact, in general?

“And what do you feel for him?” Kate suddenly spoke.

I shrugged; I didn’t know what to call this feeling. Was it already love, or something else? Was I actually capable of love while I hadn’t experienced it in my entire life?

“What do you feel when you’re with him?” She investigated further.

I shrugged again. “I don’t know how to name it. I feel a lot of things I haven’t known so far.”

Kate nodded in understanding. “It’s love,” She diagnosed.

“Are you sure?” I looked at her, unsure.

“Absolutely.”

I didn’t know if I should have trust in her competences. She had a boyfriend for the longest time of us three though… She should know this…

During all next lessons Kate was whispering to me questions about my feelings. I was dismissing her with semi-words; I wasn’t sure if I felt like being analyzed.

“How do you feel when he’s near?”

“Strange.”

This was more or less the scheme of our talk. I tried not to get irritated, but it was hard to do. It seemed that it was very hard for Kate, too. Finally, she became angry.

“Unless you answer honestly we won’t get to anything!” She shouted at me, causing the teacher to look strangely at us. I also looked daggers at her but I tried to answer sensibly to her next questions. I described in details how I reacted to his voice, his sight, how I felt when he touched me. It reminded me of Edward’s “interrogations” we had some time ago.

“Have you kissed each other?” Kate asked one of the last questions (as she promised).

“A little.”

“Did you like it?”

“It was hard not to.”

“Why?”

“… I dunno…” I thought about it. I had used to think of the kiss as something disgusting, but now… My attitude to these kinds of gestures had changed a lot nowadays. But why? Was it because I loved him? Or he was just so good at this?

My friend was looking at my thoughtful face and nodding in understanding.

“So, what’s the verdict?” I asked.

“You should know now.” She giggled and walked away, waving goodbye.

I was standing on the school quad in consternation for a while. I was more confused than before “the psychological session”! A thing to remember: never go to psychologists. Will I also make a fool of people like that when I become one? I thought, irritated.

I went to the car. Edward again greeted me with a peck, this time on my forehead. He hesitated and repeated it; this time it lasted longer. After a while he looked at me, smiling mischievously.

“Well, well. Do I really affect you that way?”

I cursed my stupidity in my head. During my conversation with Kate, I had completely forgotten about the vampire’s unusual ability to read people’s memories. By the way, he hadn’t done it so openly for a long time. Again, I regretted my stupidity. Instead of answering, I turned my head away. However, Edward gripped my chin and forced me to look into his eyes.

“I guess I have to check it by myself…” He muttered and leant over me. He was slowly bringing his face nearer, his hand stroking my cheek. He kissed me gently, touching my neck with only tips of his fingers. My heart was throbbing. Suddenly, he entwined his fingers into my hair and pulled me closer to him. His other hand was fondling my back. He was crushing my lips, kissing more passionately than ever. I was starting to get light-headed. I involuntarily parted my lips. Edward took advantage of this and deepened the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck… and suddenly everything went black.

I woke up in his arms. My heart was pounding in my chest as if it wanted to break free. I was panting loudly, out of breath.

“Isabel?” His voice was worried. “You okay?”

“I’m sorry.” I mumbled faintly. “I don’t know how to breathe while kissing. To tell the truth, I completely forgot to…”

He chuckled. “So, it’s this much…” He brushed my lips with his cold fingers. Then he kissed me shortly and leaned back to his seat. He switched the engine on. “It’s a pity Kate didn’t answer you; I would also gladly know your feelings.” He was hiding his curiosity behind laughter.

We pulled up in front of the confectioner’s. Before I could notice I was sitting in a warm inside with my favorite latte macchiato in front of me.

“So, what do you want to ask me about?” Edward started.

I reconsidered which of my long list of questions I should ask first. I decided on the easiest one.

“How old are you?”

“Eternally nineteen.” He grinned.

I rolled my eyes. It was supposed to be the easiest question… I was sure he knew what I meant; he was only playing the fool. “Then, in other words, when were you born? In which year?” I rectified so he couldn’t say something stupid again.

“1933.”

“So, actually, you’re now…” I started counting in my head. I was never good at Math.

“74 years old.” He prompted, unflinchingly.

“You could be my grandpa.” I stated. Though I knew he was old, it still surprised me.

“That bothers you?” He became sulky. Was he actually worrying that I would not want him?!

“Not much. Your soul still seems to belong to a teenager, rather than an old man, so…” I shrugged.

He clearly cheered up. I smiled at him.

“Tell me what you’ve been doing all this time, then.” I suggested.

He got lost in thought. “There wasn’t anything interesting, really. I’ve been traveling across Poland and hunting… I was even known as the Yeti for some time…”

I bulged my eyes at him. “Yeti? The Big Foot?” I haven’t ever heard of Yeti from the Tatra Mountains. It lives only in the Himalayas, how could they think that it’s the Yeti HERE?!

“Do you know any other?” Edward rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t long ago, a few years in fact. I was hunting climbers then… And there was also Cracow where I was kidnapping female art students, ‘til the local vampires drove me away… They said I was disclosing us too much… But no one saw me, so they shouldn’t have made problems. I was traveling practically randomly. I was choosing a town haphazardly. And finally, I arrived at Siedlce… Here I met Cato, who has shown me the right way.”

“Who’s this Cato?”

“An old vampire, a kind of mentor. He’s been living there for some time already. As I arrived, he gave me my name, and he taught me everything I should have known.”

“He gave you a name?” I was surprised. I couldn’t imagine being without a name. Especially Edward without a name, it seemed just strange. “You hadn’t had one earlier?”

He smiled sadly. “I don’t remember anything from my previous life, except on the day of my transformation.” He sighed and started talking without my pressure. “All I know is that I lived in Olsztyn… On All Soul’s Day I went with my friend to the cemetery at night. We wanted to call up the spirits of the dead.” He laughed at the memory. “It turned out that this friend of mine was a vampire. You can imagine the rest.” He smiled bitterly. Now I understood that he had been previously laughing at the irony of this: he had surely called up the dead. “I woke up after three days of agony at the same cemetery... Remembering nothing.” He finished.

I instantly regretted forcing him to tell me his story; I could see it had taken a lot out of him to say it aloud. I laid my hand on his clenched fist in a consoling way. He smiled at me and covered my hand with his, then pulled it to his lips. We were sitting there for a while; I drank up my coffee. I didn’t dare to go further with this topic, though I was dying to know everything. I was just too prying.

We went out in silence and got in the car.

“I’m sorry, I spoiled your evening.” Edward mumbled finally.

“No, I am sorry. I shouldn’t have touched this subject.”

He shook his head with a smile. “No, not at all. I’m simply mad that I can’t remember anything, no matter how hard I try.”

I nodded in understanding. “I feel the same during my History tests.”

He laughed resonantly. “You don’t like your History teacher, do you?”

“Yeah, she bosses about in our school as if she was some ruler…” I ground my teeth with anger.

I started to complain on my teachers and before I could notice we arrived at my apartment building. We said goodbye to each other and I went home. However, all the time Edward’s past was on my mind. I was wondering what his life had been like when he had been human. What had been his name (I couldn’t imagine him with another name; the one he had seemed perfect to me). What his eyes had looked like. What had his parents been like? And if he had loved someone then. Even as I was falling asleep I couldn’t stop imagining this ‘other’ Edward. A happy one, without sadness in his ruby eyes.