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At Last

Summary:
When Bella sneaks away to visit Jacob for the first time in Eclipse, he asks her, exactly what is it that Bella likes about Edward Cullen? However, the vampire himself is listening in! How does he feel? A short one-shot, from Edward's POV. Kinda mushy/fluffy. Enjoy! All hail the goddess almighty Stephenie Meyer. I own nothing, so please don't sue me. P.S. I HATE the title, but I had to call it something. Then such a tween suggested something about how Edward doesn't see himself clearly, so I thought, maybe "Blind". Will it work? Put your opinion or suggestion in your review. P.P.S. Come on! I have had like 135 reads and only 6 reviews! I mean, it's not so hard to set up an account! Just pen name and password! FREE! I NEED REVIEWS!!! please. -puppy dog eyes-


Notes:
Okay, well, I came up with this one while I was lying in bed one night (believe it or not, I do most of my deep thinking in bed or in the shower, which makes it kind of hard to write down all my revelations), and I just wrote it the next day while I was pretending to work on a speech I had already written and memorized. This is my first fanfic! Enjoy! And please review.


1. Chapter 1

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At Last

I was mad.

No, mad didn’t cover it. I was infuriated, partly at Bella, partly at that moronic dog, but mostly at myself, for allowing Bella to get away. What if he did something to her? Lost control, like Sam with Emily? What if…

I shut off the thought as soon as it began. Even imagining finishing the thought caused me pain, a hollow echo of the pain I had felt in Volterra, of the pain I had felt when they told me Bella was dead.

As I raced flat out towards the Quileute border, I contemplated what I would do once I got there. I needed to make sure Bella was safe. I needed to get her away from those dangerous half-breeds, before they clawed her in half or worse. Part of me wondered how Bella had gotten past Alice, but I was too enraged to consider the question.

Ten minutes and I was there. We hadn’t gone far, just to the nearest wilderness preserve, and I was running faster than I ever had before. The border appeared before me, the smell bombarding me, causing my muscles to tense and my body to sink into an instinctive crouch. God, those dogs stank.

Before I ran in there, broke the treaty, and started a way, I needed to make sure Bella was okay. So I sought with my mind the consciousness of the most deplorable mutt of them all, Jacob Black. I knew Bella would be with him, and I was right. I “arrived” just in time to hear Bella say, in an outraged tone, “You can tell Sam to go right to-”

The dog had no idea that I was spying on him. Hmm…that’s a great metaphor. I’ve been needing a way to put my thoughts into words. Maybe it’ll finally convince her…, he thought, watching an eagle soar over the ocean.

“Look at that. You see it everywhere,” the dog said, interrupting her, while his mind wallowed in endless fantasies that were as annoying as they were impossible. “Nature taking its course – hunter and prey, the endless cycle of life and death.” I could see, from his eyes, that Bella looked impatient. “And yet, you don’t see the fish trying to plant a kiss on the eagle. You never see that.” He grinned while he tried to imagine the scene.

Bella smiled back, thought I could see that her heart wasn’t into it. “Maybe the fish was trying. It’s hard to tell what a fish is thinking. Eagles are good-looking birds, you know,” she replied.

“The mongrel’s thoughts turned abruptly sour. “Is that what it comes down to? Good looks?”

Bella sounded annoyed. “Don’t be stupid, Jacob.”

While he tried to guess the reason behind her preference for me, he continued. “is it the money, then?”

Disgusted now, Bella replied, sarcastically, “That’s nice. I’m flattered you think so much of me,” as she got op from the driftwood tree they were sitting on and turned her back on him.

Futilely, he ran through a few guesses in his head. Is it the strength? Does she like superhero types? No, that can’t be it; I’m just as strong as him. Is it the chill? Am I too (here he giggled mentally) hot for her?

“Aw, don’t get mad.” The filthy dog caught her by the wrist, and I nearly sprinted over the border right then and there. “I’m serious! I’m trying to understand here, and I’m coming up blank.”

Truly, I was just as mystified as he was. I had never understood why Bell loved me with such complete and utter devotion. Girls only thought of my looks, and I knew that if I dumped them, they wouldn’t fall into a near-coma. Just as curious to find out what it was about me that drew Bella in, I listened harder.

“I love him. Not because he’s beautiful or because he’s rich! I’m much rather he weren’t either one. I would even out the gap between us just a little bit – because he’d still be the most loving and unselfish and brilliant and decent person I’ve ever met. Of course I love him. How hard is that to understand?”

I was shocked. No, I was beyond shocked. I just couldn’t grasp, even with my cavernous vampire mind, how Bella regarded me that way. That she thought of me as an unselfish, decent person worthy of her love. It was the most absurd, ridiculous concept. I was the most selfish, indecent creature alive; well no, not alive. In existence. I was incomparably selfish; I refused to let her go for my own purposes even though that was best for her. And I was utterly indecent; I was putting her in danger with every breath I took. But a small part of me, just a tiny portion that took refuge, deep within me, from the shock, was screaming to be heard. Bella loves you! She loves you! She thinks you’re too good! Of course, she was dead wrong. But that didn’t smother the voice.

Whatever wrong I had done in my life, however many sins I had committed, some good must have been in there, because Bella loved me.

I withdrew from the dog’s mind then. But I continued to float on a cloud of ecstasy, even as I realized that tonight, Bella and I were going to have a long, unpleasant talk. I didn’t care in the least. As long as Bella loved me.

Loved me.