Text Size Large SizeMedium SizeSmall Size    Color Scheme Black SchemeWhite SchemeGrey SchemePaper Scheme        

Guardian Angel

Edward Swan willingly removes himself from the Vally of the Sun in favor of Forks, to live with his father, Charlie in a sunless town completley opposite to his taste. He intends to remain anonymous; to suffer in silence and make his mother, Renee, happy. Bella Cullen is a hundred year old vampire with a rather mundane existence. She loves her family; her sisters Alice and Rose, her brothers, her 'parents'... But she can't shake the feeling that something's missing... When Bella meets Edward, both of thier lives are irrevocably altered. The trouble's in admitting it...and wether Edward, fragile and frustratingly human, will survive the journey before Bella gives into temptation. ** I know this idea has been done a thousand times over, but I just couldn't help myself! This actually follows the Twilight plotline really losely; I figured a LOT would be different if Edward was the human one. [banner removed per site regulations]


1. Chapter 1; Goodbyes

Rating 4.5/5   Word Count 1791   Review this Chapter

“Oh, Edward, I’m going to miss you so much,” Renée moaned, her arms wrapped in a vice-like grip around my chest, using all of her strength, it felt like. Despite her thin arms and fragile-looking figure, my mother was one strong woman when she wanted to be; I had to give her that much. Perhaps her strength would progress beyond the physical and surprise me there, too.

“Mom, it’s fine. I’m going to be alright. I’ll call you everyday if you want me to,” I told her, patting her back reassuringly like she was a toddler throwing a small tantrum. I’d always been that way with her - the parent instead of the child. I threw an imploring look at Phil over my mother’s head; but he only shrugged, opening his hands in front of him apologetically. Sorry, kiddo, he mouthed. I sighed, trying to take a step back from Renée, but her grip only tightened, her long fingers digging into the back of my jacket - the one that was built to be nearly impervious to all forms of weather. I wondered if it would be able to fend off the never-ceasing rain once I got to Washington.

Forks, Washington, to be specific. I almost groaned out loud, suppressing it only for the sake of the woman I still held tight in my arms. I was feigning excitement on all things Forks; despite the fact that all I wanted to do was jump in the car and drive like a maniac until I was back home again, out of this artificially illuminated airport and back to the house I shared with Renée and her new husband, Phil. I’d miss so much about Phoenix; my mother, Phil, the never-stopping city, the blinding sunlight and the heat…

I shook myself internally to clear my head. Dwelling on the negatives wouldn’t exactly help my situation. I pasted on a smile that I hoped looked at least a little bit genuine, putting my hands on my mother’s shoulders and gently - but still firmly - guiding her away from me, back against Phil. His waiting arms caught her, and he muttered his solace in her ear as she gazed at me, face tear-streaked.

Her tears, of course, had me feeling ten times worse than I already was; but she’d be happier in the long-term, I told myself. Happier. I was exiling myself to Forks to live with my father, Charlie, Renée’s ex-husband. Phil - being a minor-league baseball player - traveled a lot; and this way, with me safely cared for by Charlie, Renée could follow him wherever he went.

She could handle being without me, that I knew. I felt my throat closing up, tears burning in the back of my eyes at the prospect of leaving her - it was honestly more painful than I could bare. Though she’d always been the less responsible of us, the parent-child role-reversal didn’t change the fact that I was really a mamma’s boy through and through. I would miss her more than she knew.

“Well, I’ve got a plane to catch,” I said, attempting a watery half-smile around my grief. Renée bought it, but only just barely.

“I love you, Edward,” she whispered, smiling back at me, stepping away from Phil to kiss me on the cheek. It amused me slightly that she had to raise herself to her tiptoes to reach me.

“Bye, Kid,” Phil said gruffly, reaching out to shake my hand, a far cry from his wife’s hysterical goodbye hug. I took his strong hand in mine, tightening my grip, hoping to transfer the emotion I felt through the contact. I was a mamma’s boy, sure, but that didn’t mean that I was great at expressing myself.

“Love you guys,” I said, turning away from them, towards the terminal, my heavy suitcase in tow, a duffle bag over my shoulder.

“Call us the moment you get there!” Renée called across the ten yards I’d managed to cover without her running after me like I’d worried that she would.

I looked back over my shoulder with a reassuring smile at her, watching her and Phil waving goodbye. Renée was crying again.

And then she was gone, disappeared behind a crowd of touristy teenagers; on a school trip I surmised from the matching shirts that separated me from my mother. I turned forward again. And though every instinct screamed at me to, I didn’t turn back.

The flight really wasn’t that bad; only four hours from Phoenix to Seattle, then another hour to Port Angeles, and I had no problem with flying. I occupied myself by listening to my MP3 player, letting the music drown out my worries. I wasn’t exactly looking forward to the last leg of my journey; the one hour car ride with Charlie, my father, to Forks.

I sighed at the thought, and the woman beside me glanced to my face and away again quickly. But in that half-second of a glance, I caught the way her breathing picked up, how a slight blush rose to her neck. I resisted very hard the urge to roll my eyes. I’d always known that members of the female population tended to find me rather…attractive. But an entire adolescence’s worth of stares and head-turns was just downright annoying.

I was glad when the plane touched ground again, and I was out of my seat before everyone else, not needing to retrieve any carry-on item from the overhead compartments; I had nothing that I needed so immediately.

Charlie, of course, was waiting for me with the cruiser, and although I’d been expecting it, the vehicle still made me cringe internally. Charlie was the Police Chief in the small town of Forks, so the car was unavoidable. I’d have to start the search for a car ASAP; nothing slowed down traffic more than the blue and red lights on the top of the cruiser.

“Edward!” Charlie boomed through the crowded parking lot, and I walked over to him, trying to make my step seem lighter, as though I wasn’t dying to run away - and run all the way to Phoenix, if that would get me away from here.

“Hey, Dad,” I said as he gave me a one-armed hug, taking my bags from me and throwing them into the trunk of the cruiser. He slammed it shut with what felt like - to me, at least - an ominous sound.

“What’s new? How’s Renée?” Charlie asked the moment we were in the car.

“One question at a time, Dad,” I reminded him with a grin, watching the scenery flash by outside the car window like a never-ending green curtain.

“Sorry, kid, I’m just really glad to see you,” Charlie admitted sheepishly, smiling back, his eyes still focused on the road.

“It’s good to see you too,” I said warmly, and this much was true. No matter how much I detested Forks, Charlie was the one redeeming quality of the miserable town. “There’s not much new with me since you saw me last,” I said, which had been about two months ago when he’d come down to Phoenix for thanksgiving. “Renée’s fine,” I said, though I wasn’t sure how much of my assurance was true at that exact moment.

“I found a good car for you, really cheap,” he announced after a moment of comfortable silence.

“What kind of car?” I asked, not that I’d know much about whatever he actually said. Phil had been trying to get me interested in cars recently, to no avail. I seemed to be missing the part of the Y-chromosome that attracted most males to unnecessarily fancy modes of transportation.

“A truck, actually, a Chevy.”

“Really? Where’d you find it?”

“Do you remember Billy Black down at La Push?” Charlie asked, his gaze flicking to my face for a moment, measuring my expression. “He used to go fishing with us during the summer,” he prompted at my silence.

“Oh,” I said, nodding. “Yes. Jacob was his son, right?” I remembered - quite fondly - the occasions on which Charlie had taken me fishing during our summer’s together. That part of my Y-chromosome seemed to be intact; I’d always considered it a rather bonding experience to be basically trapped with Billy, his son Jacob, and my father for an entire sunlight afternoon. Well - on the rare occasion that the sun decided to make an impromptu appearance.

Charlie nodded approvingly, seemingly pleased that I’d remembered. “He’s in a wheelchair now,” Charlie continued, and I frowned. I hadn’t seen Billy in a long while, but I was sorry to hear that. “He can’t drive anymore, and he offered to sell me the truck pretty cheap.”

“How does it run?” I asked, hoping the words sounded right in context. I didn’t feel like looking like an idiot in front of Charlie on my first day here.

“Like it’s only a few years old; Billy and Jake have done a lot of work on the engine,” he said, but my head was stuck on ‘like it’s only a few years old’. The tone in which he said it implied that the truck was fairly, well, old.

“What year did he buy it?”

“1984, I think.”

“Did he buy it new?”

“Well, no. I think it was new in the early sixties - or the late fifties at the earliest,” he admitted, looking forward with utmost attention again.

“Dad, I don’t know anything about cars; I wouldn’t be able to fix it if anything happened to it, and I don’t think I could afford a mechanic…”

“Really, Edward, the thing runs great. And I kind of already bought it for you. As a homecoming gift,” Charlie said, looking sideways at me, his expression hopeful.

Wow. A free car. I hadn’t been expecting that.

“Wow, Dad, that’s just…wow,” I said, losing the eloquence I usually prided myself on in these situations. A free car. Wow. “Thank you, but you really didn’t need to do that.”

“It’s alright, Edward. I want you to be happy here. And I figured not having to have me drive you to school for your first day might help with that a little,” he grinned at me.

“Thanks, Dad, I really appreciate that,” I said, feeling no need to say that being happy in Forks wasn’t exactly the highest probability. I was intending to make the most of this, to try and not be miserable, even happy wasn’t exactly attainable. I’d settle for something like ‘adequate’ or ‘satisfactory’. Was that really too much to ask?

Apparently it was. I resisted the urge to groan as we passed a sign proclaiming that we’d entered the town of Forks; population: three thousand, one hundred and twenty. I was hardly aware of Charlie’s mumbled ‘you’re welcome.’ I stared out the window in silence for the rest of the ride.