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Before There was Bella

Summary:
In the stories, Bella was Edwards first and only love. But what if he had been in love, and married, before Carlisle changed him. What would happen if he completely forgot about her, but years later came across her in a hospital, old and dying, after marrying and turning Bella. And what if he suddenly remembered his feelings for this woman. And how would this effect Bella?

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Notes:
This just came to me on a whim. I'm not sure how great it is, so please give me some feedback! Thanks! Only Teen to be safe, by the way.


3. Meeting My Other Wife

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Edward’s POV

I was still in shock as Carlisle asked about whether I wanted to see her. I don’t think I was fully conscious of my head nodding, or my father leading me up to her floor. Into her room.

When I looked back at what I remembered of my human life, I had no memory of this woman, this Melinda. She was a mystery to me. But then I looked into her old face. And I suddenly remembered everything. Every touch, every word, every emotion. I remembered my love for her. How could I ever forget this woman? My wife. I remembered my wedding. Our wedding. Melinda nursing me and my mother in the hospital. And we had a child together. A child I missed out on.

“This can’t be happening…”

“I’ll, err, leave you alone. You can find me in my office if you need me. Or whenever you decide what to do with her.”

I took a seat on a chair that was next to her bed. I looked deeply into her face. It hadn’t changed much over the year. Yes, there were many, many wrinkles lining her face, but beneath them, she was still the same. She had the same perfect features, the same lush hair, although instead of being the dark blonde she was before she now had elegant silver hair. She had always been beautiful. And she still was, even in her old age. An age so old that she was going to die.

Thinking this, I couldn’t help but think about Bella. Bella would age, and die, too, unless I changed her. And then the pang of guilt struck me. What about Bella. I loved her. With all of my heart and my soul. She was so important to me. But at the same time, I still loved Melinda. And it would hurt me when I asked Carlisle to take her off of life support. I didn’t have any other choice. There was so little brain activity going on in her at the moment as it was. But in those actions my face would pop up. Frequently. It warmed my heart, knowing that she still remembered me. Until I pieced together what her unconscious mind was forming. She was ok with dying-because she believed she would finally be with me. This stung me more than I thought it would. She wasn’t going to ever be with me again. This was the only moment she would ever spend with me again.

I hadn’t experienced this feeling of loss in years. Not since thinking Bella had died. But this wasn’t a lie that Rose had made me believe. This was real. Melinda wouldn’t be coming back. I grasped her hand in mine, and pressed a kiss into her withered skin. Melinda, oh Melinda. I still loved her. So much. How would I live when she died.

But I knew I would live on. It was the curse of my kind. I had only one question left to me. Who did I love more after this, Melinda, who was dying, or Bella, who I would spend the rest of my eternal life with?

Bella’s POV

Alice had to pull me into every single store that she wanted to go into. She started with the usual clothes stores: Macy’s, Pennies, Burdines. And then she pulled us into the inner stores of the mall. Bath and Body works for soaps and lotions, not that our skin really needed it, but she insisted that if was useful for after hunting. I couldn’t really find any reasons to disagree with her there. We went to art store, looking for something that we could come back for later to buy Esme. The bookstore for me, of course. I was getting low on classics that I could read. I bought some Shakespeare that I had somehow not gotten around to reading, along with some other short stories to read on drives to and from home and hunting grounds. The last stop was a surprise for me. She insisted that we go into Victoria’s Secret.

“Lingerie? Alice, why do I need lingerie?”

“Because Edward will thank you. Now come on, don’t be a baby, or I’ll buy you more than I know you need for the moment!”

I mentally scoffed at her statement of ‘for the moment’, but followed her into the store. It felt like I had tried on everything that the store had to offer before Alice was satisfied with five different ensembles. Five! And of course she managed to pick out, not only the skimpiest things in the store, but also the most expensive. Typical Alice.

She would have dragged me to the other stores to get more lingerie, but after hearing my threat to tear off the door to the Porsche if she took me anywhere else. She was ticked off the entire drive back. So ticked off that she kept muttering about how I would regret this. She even drove speed limit. I was starting to worry. Why was she taking so long? I wanted to get back to Edward. And our day hunting. And everything that would follow…hm, well I guess I could see why Alice wanted to get me the lingerie now. I tried to tell her that, but she just glared at me. I decided my best chance for survival lied in keeping my mouth shut.

When we got to the parking lot, she tried to keep me in the car. “Bella, maybe you should stay here and wait for Bella. He might be a little while longer, you’ll be bored. Maybe we could go do something else, ok?”

I snarled at her, and she reluctantly let me out of her car.

I made my way up to the hospital. I would have gone straight to Carlisle’s office, but I could small Edward in a different part of the hospital. This didn’t make any sense. I followed his scent up a few floors, and was surprised to find this to be the ICU ward. Why would Edward be here?

That’s when I saw him. He was holding the woman’s hand. And looking at her face so tenderly. Much like he looked into my face. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I couldn’t help myself. I walked into the door and whispered “How could you?”

I saw him whip around with shock and shame written all over his face. Than I turned and ran from the hospital with all of the speed and power I could, and didn’t look back.