Bella has a nightmare about her wedding day where her beautiful, but mysterious groom is attacked by a monstrous wolf. After she wakes up, she goes looking for the groom where she remembered she had noticed him in real life only a few days before. When their meeting is interrupted she wonders, why is everyone trying to make decisions for her? and why is Edward so dangerous? Banner courtesy of Eternitys_Charm Based off of the movies (and the book) Ever After, and Twilight.
5. Chapter 6
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I was determined to figure out how Edward had saved me. I probably would have drowned if he hadn't been there that fast. That fast...
There was definitely something different about the way Edward acted. He was a gentleman and kind to me, but there was something there behind the mask, he was definitely hiding it from me. How could anyone possibly move that fast? How did he see me? None of this could just be coincidence. There were so many questions running through my mind about this possible suitor. I had to figure it out soon, or there would be no possibility of me being able to marry him.
The thought of me marrying him mad me laugh. Here I was fantasizing about how our lives would be, and he probably had no interest in me at all. The whole thing was laughable! How could I be so foolish and think that someone as beautiful as him would want to marry me? I couldn’t give up though. It was either him, or some Spanish snob. I would much rather be with Edward.
I needed to know, though. I recalled the conversation that we had just outside the castle doors. I thought about how he didn't think that it was safe for us to know each other. I thought about Billy becoming very protective once he saw whom I was talking to. That was it! I couldn't really waltz up to Billy and ask him about Edward, but his son always had something for me, and we were friends. I could ask him.
Walking to the section of the castle where my Father's best friend stayed I knocked on the door. Jacob was the one to answer. It had been a long time since I had seen him, he was much taller, and his smile was so sweet; almost like the sun. He was still taller even as he bent down in greeting.
"Princess Isabella." His already bright smile grew.
I batted my eyelashes, laying it on thick. Hopefully my foolish attempts were working. "Jacob, you can call me Bella. We are friends after all."
"Of course, Bella." He said it like the name of a god. Wow, he believed my sad attempts at flirting, but then again, I was a princess...
"Can I help you with anything in particular? Did Charlie want to see my father?"
"No silly, I came here to see you. Would you like to come on a walk with me?"
"Yeah. And where would we be going on this walk?" he said as he stepped out of the entrance, and closed the large door.
"Oh, just around." I probably sounded pathetic right about now.
"Alright. Well, how have you been? I haven't seen you in quite some time."
"Yeah, it's been a while. My life has been pretty boring, just barely getting through the days. How about you?" I decided to leave out the fact that my dad was forcing me to get married, and that I was in love with a mysterious man named Edward. Those both would ruin the whole attempt of flirting to get some information out of him.
"Well, I've been fine. Same old, same old. But my dad...Ever since yesterday, he's been acting all weird." We stopped walking since we were safely outside, and I turned to him with fake concern in my eyes.
"Really? What happened?" As if I didn't already know.
"He didn't tell me everything but, he said that some guy named Edward? Yeah, I think that was his name. But he was really bugging him."
"Why would he be bothering him?"
"You know, I'm not really supposed to be telling you this but, I'll make an exception for the princess." He winked at me as I looked on with real eagerness. "All those who are descendants of Ephriam Black, My three-time great-grandfather, are supposedly also descendants of wolves."
"Yeah, cool right? The legends claim that the wolves are still our brothers. Then there are legends of the cold ones.
"According to legend, Ephriam knew some of them. He was the one who had made the treaty that kept them off our land and protected the many people, and royals." He said pointedly to me.
"So, Ephriam?" I heartened.
"He was the main protector. The cold ones are the natural enemies of the wolves that turn into men, like him. You might call them werewolves.
"The pack that came to our land claimed to be different. They didn't hunt the way others of their kind did, and claimed that they weren't dangerous. So Ephraim made a treaty with them."
"And how does this all relate to Edward?"
"Well, my father believes he is part of said pack."
"But how? What are they?" He couldn't possibly think that Edward was that old.
"Blood drinkers," he paused dramatically, "Vampires."
I stared off into the trees not knowing what to say.
"You're scared." He laughed at me.
"You don't believe it though do you? I mean, its crazy stuff. No wonder my dad doesn't want me to tell anyone."
"Crazy." I stared off. "What else do you know about the cold ones?"
"Well, they're supposedly pale and cold, hence the name. They are also extremely fast and alluring." All aspects of Edward, except the coldness, I wasn't actually conscious when he touched me, but there was no denial in my mind. Edward was a vampire.
"Hey, are you okay? You're looking kind-of pale."
"Aren't I always? I'm so sheltered. I almost never see the sun." I tried to get the subject off of myself. I lifted my hands to bask in the sunlight, but was quickly met with the ground. Maybe he was right, I didn't feel too good about my sudden revelation.
"I'm okay. Just let me lay here for a minute."
"Do you want me to stay with you?"
"Yes." And he did just that. He sat beside me until I built up the strength to sit up myself.
"Well, at least I know never to tell you a scary story again."
"That is not why I collapsed!"
"Sure, sure." he trailed off.
"Well, I think I should go back inside now. I didn't exactly tell my father where I was going earlier."
"Alright." He held out his hand to pull me up, and I willingly took it. Not because I wanted to touch his hand, more because I would have fallen otherwise.
He escorted me back inside and we went our separate ways. I only hoped that he didn't take my animated "seduction" too seriously. I didn't want to disappoint more than one man if I married Edward, if the Spanish prince was the least bit interested in me.
Thinking back to the day I turned 15 two years ago, that was the birthday where my father held a ball in my honor. I was asked to dance by many men and I thought that they were all just interested in the crown, but according to all the ladies that I knew, they weren't only interested in my the power offered by marrying me, but my looks. Ever since then, every time that I look at a man I see him staring back at me unashamed.
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