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.
7. Chapter 8
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This moment couldn't be any more surreal than it already was. Edward had admitted that he loved me and we were together, human and vampire. We were both lying on the ground staring at each other, me staring at a beautiful creature, him staring at a plain princess.
"Bella, now that you know what I am, I think you should know a little more between fact and legend." I expected no differences. I thought I would have to protect him from stakes and garlic, buy him a coffin to sleep in…
"What are the differences?"
"Well, firstly, you cannot drive a stake through us, there's only one way to kill us. And we also aren't repelled by garlic." That changed this into a wholly different situation, but that was okay because I wouldn’t be able to protect him from a stake. This sparked my interest though, and curiosity got the best of me.
"How do you kill a vampire?"
"I don't think you really should know that."
"What? Do you think I'm going to try and kill you?" I couldn’t ever do that, his life was of way too much value to me already.
"No," he laughed, "I would highly doubt that, Bella. I just don't want you to have nightmares."
"Trust me, I've already had enough nightmares. They couldn't get any worse." I remembered the nightmare I had about him the other night, was it really only yesterday? I saw the irony in how realistic it was. He was really a vampire, and he thirsted for my blood, I also love him and wanted to marry him.
He gave me a sidelong glance, unsure I guessed on whether to tell me or not.
"Fine.” He gave up, “ To kill a vampire, you burn them, but it’s not simply lighting them. You have to tear them up into pieces, and then burn them." That was nowhere near a stake.
"That's only slightly disturbing, but I think that won't give me nightmares."
"I'm only trying to protect you. You're a danger magnet, Bella."
"I’m not surprised that you can already tell, I'm very aware of that fact myself." It was something I had to experience every day of my life, mostly by falling, I would die from falling, or some other dangerous event someday. That is unless I’m changed into a vampire-if that’s possible. I would also want to know more about being a vampire before I actually became one, but then again, if it was with Edward, it wouldn’t matter. My mind was suddenly brought back to the earlier statement that started out the whole conversation.
"So what are the other theories about vampires that aren't true?" he didn’t hesitate in answering this time.
"Well, we don't sleep in coffins. In fact, we don't sleep at all."
"Ever?" That would be unbelievable.
"What do you do with all of your time?"
"We, as boys, wrestle and do other mundane things. But just the other day when you were running away," I couldn’t forget that. The first day that I laid eyes on him, "I was doing a little gardening. Really, we do anything to pass the time, especially since we're immortal."
"That is a lot to think about. Forever. And you stay in the same state?"
"Yes. I'm seventeen forever."
"How long have you been alive?" I adjusted myself so I was leaning against his sculpted chest.
"Almost a century now. Carlisle, my father has been alive for almost half a millennium."
"He must have seen a lot of things."
"Yes. He has a lot of stories that he could tell you."
“And he was the one that started out with the whole, drinking animal blood idea?”
“Yes, it was very brave of him. He’s spared many a person’s life. But, Bella,” his eyes scanned the forest, “we’re not like other’s of our kind. There are many who would kill you without a second thought.”
“Then I’m lucky to have fallen in love with a vegetarian vampire.” I looked up in awe at his face and analyzed each of his flawless features. His strong jaw, prominent cheeks, clefted chin, curled lips, and finally settling on his sparkling topaz eyes. Very lucky.
His gaze met mine with a look of confusion.
"I don't know about you, but I was taught not to stare."
"Sorry." I mumbled. I looked down, a little embarrassed, blush forming in my cheeks.
"I was only joking, Bella!"
"Oh." I could feel my skin burning, my face probably the color of a tomato.
"You know, you look beautiful when you do that."
"Blush?" He couldn't really mean that.
"Yes. I mean you're already beautiful, but even more so when you blush." His voice was filled with a powerful emotion.
"So, you really love me?" I looked into his liquid eyes again.
"Of course. You've changed my life, Bella. You've made a great impact, and I wouldn't be able to live without you either." The look of sincerity he gave me wouldn't let me doubt the honesty in his words.
"That's good, because I have a little problem."
"What is it?" He asked sitting up fully, placing his hands on my shoulder in a concerned gesture.
"Well, my father told me that I would have to pick a man to marry in a month's time, or I would have to-" I was cut off by a loud booming noise. I turned around to see the source, only to be blocked by Edward’s crouching figure in front of me. A low growl escaped from the back of his throat as he spoke.
"Who are you?" The way he said it made the statement sound harsh. I shifted so I could see who he was talking to, and I saw what I guessed was another vampire. I could tell by his pale skin and how beautiful he was, of course he was nothing like Edward. His eyes glowed a crimson red, and he was staring at me in a way that made me uncomfortable.
"Whoa, buddy! I only came here to claim what is rightfully mine." Edward was probably reading his mind, trying to figure it out.
"What do you mean you have an arranged marriage with her?"
"Wait!” It clicked into my mind. “Are you the Spanish prince?"
"Yes." He stated glaring at my protector.
"Edward, that's what I was trying to tell you," I knew this would turn into some sort of complication, "I would either have to pick someone, or marry a Spanish prince." A hiss slid its way through his lips.
"Well, she has a choice," he spoke to the man, "She can either choose you or me." Suddenly the other man was standing in front of my more obvious choice. It looked like they were having a glaring contest.
"I pick Edward." I interjected between their scowls.
"But you don't even know my name." He shot a look at me.
"Yes, but I love Edward."
"You could learn to love me." His eyes were red, yet they seemed earnest.
"Don't listen to him, Bella. He has other plans for you, besides actually marrying you."
"I'm sorry, but I have to choose Edward.” An errant thought ran through my mind, “What is your name?" I saw Edward shake his head from my side in disappointment.
"James. I'm obliged to meet you." He reached for my hand, but I snatched it away while Edward stepped back to his crouched position in front of me.
"And you'll be well obliged to leave." Edward's voice was demanding, and James backed off.
"I'll see you, Bella." He started backing up, and then he was gone.
After a moment Edward turned around and wrapped his arms around me. I willingly did the same with him, his cold hard body oddly comforting. I could only imagine what was going through James’ mind. There was a vampire that terrified me.
“He’s coming back, isn’t he?” He let out a large breath.
“Yes. But I won’t let him anywhere near you.” It felt good to have an immortal able to protect me, but when it was against another vampire, I was nervous.
“I trust you.” I don’t know how long we stayed like that, just holding each other, but by the time he let go, it was too soon. The electric current that was pulsing between us took a break.
“We should get back now.”
“Are we going to take the carriage?”
“No, I can come back for it later. Your father won’t be happy as it is.”
“Charlie! I completely forgot!”
“You call your father Charlie?”
“Well, not in front of him, or in formal meetings, but yes.” I had started calling him by his first name when Billy started saying it around me, instead of the usual “your dad”.
“Either way, we should leave.”
“This place was already beautiful, but since you came, it’s been magical. I don’t want to leave.”
“You do if you ever want to see me again.” That swayed me.
“Alright, let’s go.”
He held out his arms again, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. The next thing I knew we were flying, and then suddenly at the front of the castle.
“Do you have to go?”
“Yes, but I’ll be in your room when you get there. Don’t worry.” He slid his index finger along my cheek bone, leaving a trail of heat, and suddenly, he was gone.I walked inside, not looking forward to the scolding that I was going to receive.
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