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Live Loving Today Die Loving Tomorrow

Summary:
Newlyweds Edward Masen and Isabella Swan are hit in a fatal car crash, and are left to die. The doctors don’t know what to do, and while in the hospital on a dark night, a mysterious blonde haired, pale faced man rescues them from the four walls of their confinement. Then the next thing they feel is pain, and the feeling of wanting to die. Half Human and Half Vampire.


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1. My Prince

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Highschool sweethearts are what they called us. In my opinion, that was an understatement to an extent. We were more, way more, than highschool sweethearts. We were ‘Soul Mates’ as my soul mate himself had put it. We were meant for each other, the perfect couple. We had our whole entire lift planned out before we even turned eighteen. We were to marry in the Summer of 2006, and then honeymoon until the end of summer. Our mothers had the perfect honeymoon planned for us. Elizabeth and Renee had really gone overboard, and had a little bit too much fun with the whole ordeal. They had booked us a cruise in the Caribbean, and I was all too much worried about how much they spent. Every time I would ask them, they would both say ‘You two are worth it.’

I thought back to the best day of my life, the day I married my soul mate.

“Bella, you need to calm down!” my best friend Angela yelled over my heavy breathing.

Today is the happiest day of my life, and I shouldn’t be here scared out of my wits. I tried to calm my breathing, but nothing worked. I was terrified. Soon, very soon, I would be walking down the aisle on my father’s arm. What if I tripped, what if I forgot to put one foot in front of the other, whatifwhatifwhatif. All these ‘What Ifs’ must have something against me, because today they seemed to kick into overtime. I realized I must look a mess standing here in my wedding gown hyperverlating. I decided I would kick the ‘what ifs’ in the butt today, because nothing could ruin this for me. I immediately composed my face into a presentable manner.

“You’re right Ang, I shouldn’t be here worrying about worries that shouldn’t even exist.” I sighed and looked in the mirror. My face stood staring me back, at least I thought it was my face. Angela had dolled me up for the big day, and now I wish I wouldn’t of let her. I didn’t look like Bella anymore. I looked like a runway model ready to hit the runway. Of course I would never tell Angela what I was thinking. I live for keeping people happy, and her being no exception. I would look like this for my wedding if it made her happy.

As bad as my face looked, it didn't do any damage to the dress. The dress is beautiful. I swirled around to get a better look at the dress. It then dawned on me, I didn't realize it before because I was too amazed by the beauty of the dress to even notice it, but the dress is a death trap. How did they expect me to walk in this thing? I really wished I had been able to pick out my own dress, instead of letting Renee do it for me. The bottom of the dress is bulky, and almost damn near impossible to move in, much less walk in. The top thought, oh my god the top, it is gorgeous. It was a white corset with sequins all on it, and a lovely lace around the top of it. All together, the dress was the drop dead gorgeous.

I wasn't though admiring my dress when Angela grabbed my hand, and pulled me toward the door. I knew it was almost time for the wedding, and all the nervousness returned within five seconds. I have always been such a worry buddy. I really need to work on that. My arms began to hurt, and I realized that Angela was still pulling me, roughly I might add. The pain was all I needed let me forget my nerves. It didn’t seem like any time had passed before my father was holding my arms and pulling me down the aisle. He wasn’t really pulling, but more like guiding. I found it really funny that everyone had their arms ready for action. I laughed under my breath, and my father looked at me with a concerned expression. I shook my head and just concentrated all my thoughts on not falling. Then I thought about pretending to fall just to see how many people would jump out of their seats. But just as soon as the thought came, it left. My better judgement kept me from making that mistake.

My nerves were about to return, but I looked up and saw his face, my soul mate's face. His face was beautiful, perfection to no end. His hair was no exception, the perfect messy look he always wore it in. I looked into his eyes, and he into mine. We locked eyes for the rest of the way down the aisle, until we reached other, hand in hand. His hands intertwined with mine. Passion flashed thought his eyes, and I saw it. He always tried to hide his feelings around me; even though is was no use, because I knew everything about him. I knew what every move he made meant. Whether it be flipping his hair, or holding my hands. While we were in oblivion, the preacher said the traditional vows. It was miracle that we both left each others eyes just to say ‘I do.’ Though some how we managed to make it through. Then we heard the magic words, “ You may kiss the bride.”

I am just about to kiss Edward Masen, my lover, my prince, my soul mate.

Edward smiled my favorite smile and his lips crushed mine in one single move. I don’t know how long we stood there, but soon we started hearing wolf whistles and claps. I blushed a deep scarlet, embarrassed by the too long of a kiss. Edward grabbed my waste as everyone came to congratulate us. Then it hit me. I was now Mrs. Edward Masen also known as Mrs. Bella Masen. I don’t know why it hit me as hard as it did. I had been preparing for this moment for almost three years, but still the surprise was all there the same.

My wedding was the best day of my life, yes, but it was what happened after the wedding was the thing that changed my life forever. It all happened so fast, no one even had time to react.

We were on our way to the airport for our flight to the Caribbeans. Edward had my hand in his and we were talking softly so the cab driver didn’t hear.

"Bella, what’s wrong?” Edward asked with concern drowning his words. He had noticed that I was a shell. That I wasn’t really listening to a word he had said. Truth being that I was listening to him, but I was also thinking about our honeymoon.

"Nothing is wrong," I assured him. "I was just thinking about the cruise." I lied a little bit, but I didn't think I really wanted to talk about, at least not now, what was going to happen when we got on the death trap that was supposed to be a cruise. Our mothers had been gracious enough to tell me everything they had planned for us. I was really scared about the cruise before, but after that, I am drop dead terrified.

He seemed okay with my answer, and must of decided not to push it anymore. I was beginning to get tired, so I leaned on Edwards shoulders. He wrapped his arms around me, and put his head on mine. We stayed like that for awhile, until we realized that we were in Port Angeles. I gathered my posture enough, and ran my hand over my face. It felt like we had been sitting for hours. I wanted so badly just to get out an strech my legs before I had to get on a plane. The car stopped and I looked out the window to see us stopped at a red light. As soon as it turned green, the cab driver gunned it. I looked out my window once more to see two bright lights coming very fast toward us.

I don’t remember anything after that. I do remember waking up in a hospital, and seeing four white walls. They looked as though they were coming in on me. I wanted to scream, and I wanted to yell for help. But I found no voice. Then I heard the doctors talking quietly as if they didn’t want anyone to hear.

Carlisle, there is no hope in trying to save them. They’re already dead. Look at the boy, do you really think he can recover from all his injuries, and the girl....” I saw him shake his head, as if trying to clear it. “The girl, she won’t survive. She got the worst of it, head on.”

What did this mean. That I was going to die. I looked around the room for Edward. He was there, beside me, but not moving. I wanted so bad to tell the doctors that I was alive. Just so they wouldn’t give up hope on me yet. I tried to move my arms to touch Edward, but my body wouldn't allow it. It was as if my body had given up on my faster than the doctors did.

The next memory I have is that of Dr. Carlisle pronouncing me and husband dead, and the sound of wheels moving across the floor. I then felt my bed jerk forward and through the doors. The only sounds I heard after that was Dr. Carlisle telling me and Edward that we would be okay, that he would save us, but then I felt the fire.

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