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Starless

Summary:
Create your own banner at mybannermaker.com! Rated Adult for Language, Scenes of Sexual Exploration, and Suggestive Content. Bella Swan has been writing songs all her life. But when her favorite singer, Evan Cullans, announces that he needs songs for his next album, Bella jumps at the chance. She sends Evan a copy of her best work under a penname. But when Evan insists that they meet, things get ... weird. What happens when Evan realizes that the girl behind the songs is really the love of his life, and Bella realizes that Evan isn't Evan at all, but really her soon - to - be husband, Edward Cullen? OOC. Definately AU. Some Lemons in later chaptes. Takes place after Eclipse and before Breaking Dawn. This is what "happens" after Edward left Bella in New Moon. Disclaimer: Stephenie owns all recognizable characters, and ALL lyrics were written by Crossfade, and I in no way intend to use their brilliant work for monetary gain! Please Read and Review!!!!!!


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1. Chapter One: Emergency and A Complication

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Starless by tayler111

Chapter One: Emergency and A Complication

BPOV

I had been writing songs and poems for as long as I could remember. Anything and everything inspires me, so you will never see me without a pen and a piece of paper. So, when my favorite singer announced that he was taking submissions for songs, I didn’t hesitate.

A few days ago, I was just pouring my soul into a song when the ear – splitting sound of my phone ringing cut through the silence like a knife, pulling me away from a master piece.

“Hello?” I snapped into the receiver.

“Sorry to bother you, Bella, but this is important!” It was my best friend Alice.

“Alice, what could be so important that you have to call in the middle of a master piece?” I didn’t like being cross with Alice, but any time someone interrupted me when I was writing, I got… pissed.

“Just put the pen down and listen,” Alice said to me, ignoring the tome I was using with her.

“Okay,” I said, putting my pen down. “Shoot.”

“Have you heard?” she asked me, sounding excited.

“Heard what?” I prompted, getting impatient. “Well, your favorite singer of all time is accepting submissions for new songs! Anything that he gets that he likes, he’s going to use on his next album. And I know how much you love to write… I mean, come on Bella! You’ve written all those songs, but you’re never going to do anything with them…”

“Are you telling me that Evan Cullens is asking for help for songs?” I asked her in disbelief.

“Duh!” Alice said. I knew that if she was standing here in front of me that she would have smacked the side of my head. “So do you have any ‘Evan worthy’ material?”

“Of course,” I said, picking up the over – stuffed file folder from my desk. This thing has to weigh a good five pounds already. “But the thing is, I only have one copy of everything. How am I supposed to send any of it to him?”

“You got a lap top for you birthday last week, right?” Alice asked me.

“Yeah,” I said, looking at the unopened box that contained my extremely expensive lap top from my mom and dad. “Why?”

“Don’t ask questions! Just start unpacking that sucker and take out everything in that folder. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

There was silence at Alice’s end, and after about a minute of waiting, the operator’s voice rang out.

Please hang up and try again –”

I pushed the end button roughly and picked up the box containing my new lap top. I sat it down on the bed and tried to open the top. There was a thick strip of packing tape sealing the two top flaps together. I picked the box back up, along with my file folder full of songs and carried it down stairs and into the kitchen.

I sat the box and folder down on the table and started rummaging around in the drawers for a utility knife. I finally unearthed a large neon green knife from one of the very cluttered drawers by the stove. I slid the blade up, and just when I started to cut the tape, a knock at the front door made me jump – and my hand slipped. A warmth spread over my hand as I dropped the blood stained knife on the floor with a clatter. Huge droplets of blood pooled on the table as I reached for a towel to stem the blood flow.

Shit,” I said loudly.

I walked to the front door and threw it open one – handed.

Alice was standing there, arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently. But when she saw that the white towel was rapidly turning red with blood, her face turned, if at all possible, even whiter than it usually was, a look of shock upon her perfect face.

“What happened?” she asked me, reaching for my hand to get a better look at it.

“I tried to open my lap top and cut my hand on the utility knife I was using –”

But I didn’t get anymore out. I pushed Alice roughly out of the way and started puking over the front porch railing.

I heard the rapid dialing of a phone somewhere by my head.

“Carlisle,” Alice said quickly, “are you busy right this second?”

“No, why?” Carlisle’s voice sounded distant and muffled.

“Good,” Alice said, pulling my hair back out of my face, her cold hands touching my neck. “I’ve gotta bring Bella in –”

“Say no more,” he said. “Just try and hurry.”

“Wait here,” Alice said while she hung up her cell phone. She ran inside while another wave of nausea over – came me and I bent over the railing again. Alice came back outside with a bucket, a fresh white towel, a bottle of water, and a belt.

“Let me see your hand,” Alice said, picking my hand up off of the railing. Slowly, she began to unwrap the bloody towel.

As soon as the towel was taken off my hand, blood started gushing out.

“Damn, Alice! Why didn’t you see this? Hurry up!” I yelled all of this loudly at her.

“I’m trying! And I don’t know why I didn’t see this. I swear I’m trying, Bella. Carlisle and Emmett are the only ones that are good at this.” She opened the bottle of water and began pouring it over my hand. Once all of the blood was cleared from the cut, something white glistened for a split second before the clean towel was pressed over the hole. Then Alice quickly fastened the belt over the towel to help keep pressure on the wound.

“Here –” she handed me the bucket. “Just in case.”

I stumbled over to Alice’s yellow Porsche and fumbled with the door latch. Alice leaned across the passenger seat and opened the door from the inside. I fell into the seat and shut the door quickly. Alice turned on the emergency flashers and barreled sown the street towards the hospital.

Charlie was stationed about a mile down the road, and Alice was going well over the speed limit. Charlie saw Alice coming, but when he saw that I was in the front seat, pale faced, leaning against the cold window, my hand wrapped in the now bloody towel, he pulled out in front of us and escorted us the rest of the way to the hospital. Charlie ran inside the tiny hospital, leaving the cruiser running in the middle of the road. Only just a few seconds after entering the hospital, Charlie came back outside, Carlisle hurrying along in his wake.

Once Carlisle saw me in the passenger seat of Alice’s car, he hurried over and opened my door.

“Come on now, Bella,” Carlisle said, putting his arm around my waist and helping me out of the car. I felt him tense up slightly and Alice held her breath completely. “You have got to be more careful!”

I just nodded in response, afraid that if I were to speak that I would throw up again. Carlisle started to steer me inside of the hospital, but as soon as I took a step, my knees gave out and I puked out what was left in my stomach.

“Easy now,” Carlisle said, steadying me. Charlie came over to my other side to give me some extra support. Carlisle whispered something to Alice and she hurried forward into the building. Carlisle and Charlie didn’t dare move me an inch, but if they didn’t do something soon, I was going to bleed to death, and I think Carlisle sensed this.

Alice came back out of the building, Emmett walking at her side with a wheel chair. It was a funny sight to see: Emmett in scrubs, a stethoscope dangling from his neck.

With the brake set, Emmett picked me up and sat me down gently in the hair. Alice produced a pillow somehow, and placed it under my hand. Carlisle wheeled me inside to the lobby of the emergency room. The lobby was practically deserted, completely void of any bloody patrons.

“Charlie,” Carlisle said, “please stay here with Alice so you can fill out Bella’s paper work.”

My dad looked like he was going to argue, but Alice laid a comforting hand on his shoulder, holding him back. Emmett spun me around and walked backwards through a pair of swinging doors.

Once through the doors, Emmett spun me back around, making me feel slightly dizzy and nauseous again. Carlisle saw the look on my face and thrust the bucket Alice gave me back at my house into my lap.

Emmet kept looking into various rooms until he found one that was empty. He wheeled me inside the room and then picked me up out of the chair and onto a squashy bed. I clutched the bucket tightly, hoping and praying that I wouldn’t puke again.

Working quickly, Carlisle took the belt and towel off of my hand. The bleeding looked like it had stopped, but the bones were definitely visible through the cut. I guess it was deeper than I thought. I was starting to feel faint from the blood loss, and I wasn’t even aware that Emmett had left the room. He was back now and had three bags of blood and a bunch of tools that looked all too familiar.

“I’m going to have to clean and numb this,” Carlisle said to Emmett. “Will you get her ready for the IVs?”

“Sure, dad,” Emmett said, bustling around the room. Both he and Carlisle snapped on rubber gloves, and Carlisle set to work cleaning my cut.

Carlisle poured peroxide on the long gash that ran from my thumb to my pinky finger. The chemical foamed and frothed madly, eventually running clean.

“Thankfully there’s nothing in it,” Emmett said, looking at me. He tied a piece of surgical rubber around my arm just above my elbow on my good arm.

“Squeeze your hand a few times,” he said, looking for a good vein. He smacked my arm a few times and felt for the newly surfaced vein. “Okay, 1 – 2 – 3 –” and he shoved the IV needle into my arm.

Carlisle on the other hand used Emmett’s count off to stick a syringe full of numbing agent into the wound. The pain in my hand faded rather quickly, and a funny sensation was running up and down my other arm. Emmett started the blood while Carlisle began sowing my hand closed. Once Carlisle was done, which took a surprising short amount of time, I only had to wait for the blood to finish draining into my arm. Carlisle put a piece of gauze on my hand and held it there with medical tape. Then he loosely wrapped my arm up in an Ace bandage. Once the blood was done draining, Emmett pulled out a selection of Band – Aids for me to choose from.

“Hello Kitty, Dora, or Spiderman?” Emmett asked me, holding up the bandages.

“Umm,” I said, contemplating on which one I should choose. “That one.” I pointed to the Spiderman Band – Aid. Emmett started laughing. “What?!” I asked him, a little confused.

“You and your super heroes,” Emmett chuckled. “First Edward, now Spiderman. You really are a real – life Louis Lane.”

“Is there any chance that Edward knows about this?” I asked, gesturing to my hand.

“I think Alice called him,” Carlisle said. “But maybe not. I think she wants you to tell him.” “Great…” I said. “That’s just what I need: another excuse for Edward to yell at me for my carelessness.” Why does everything have to be so complicated?

“Well, Bella, you can go now,” Carlisle said, writing out a prescription for me. “Take this to the pharmacy and have it filled. It’s for the pain. Take one after the numbness wears off. I’ll see you later.” He handed me the tiny piece of paper. I took it in my good hand since Carlisle just put the other one in a sling.

I walked slowly out of the room, not trusting myself to walk normally yet. My pace sped up through the many halls that lead to the main lobby. Once I walked through the door that lead to the lobby, I saw a fleeting glimpse of my father before something hard and cold smacking into me. I started to lose my balance and fall, but four strong, cold hands grabbed me in just the nick of time.

“Easy, Bella,” Alice said, steadying me on my feet.

“Are you okay?” someone asked me. I turned around and saw that Renée was standing there, a look of worry upon her face. Not that I haven’t seen this look before. I saw it every time I came out of the hospital. I’ve seen enough of this place to last me a lifetime. I practically know it inside and out; probably better than half the staff here, too.

“I’m fine, Mom,” I said, giving her a one – armed hug. “I was just being me. Clumsy. Careless…”

Everyone started laughing. That’s when I noticed that Esme and Jasper were standing beside Alice now. I guess Esme must have caught me, too, because Jasper can’t handle blood as well as everyone else. I could see Jasper take in a sharp breath when he smelled the blood from my hand, but I knew what he was doing. He was holding his breath, fighting the urge to attack me, unlike the last time…

I took the little package, rolling my eyes at Edward while I stuck my finger under the edge of the paper and jerked it under the tape. A single drop of blood oozed from the tiny cut.

It all happened very quickly then. Edward threw himself at me, flinging me back across the table. It fell, as I did, scattering the cake and the presents, the flowers and the plates. I landed in the mess of shattered crystal.

Jasper slammed into Edward, and the sound was like the crash of boulders in a rock slide. A grisly snarling seemed to be coming from deep in Jasper’s chest. Jasper tried to shove past Edward, snapping his teeth just inches from Edward’s face.

Dazed and disoriented, I looked up from the bright red blood pulsing out of my arm – into the fevered eyes of six suddenly ravenous vampires.

I shook my head quickly and tried not to think of my eighteenth birthday. The events that took place on that fateful day made my Edward leave me, and I didn’t want to think about that time. It was just too painful for me to remember the look on Edward’s face when he told me he was leaving me. I couldn’t handle another moment like that one again. I was afraid that if Edward left me again, I would most likely not live through it.

“Alice,” I said, “where’s Edward?”

“He’s out hunting,” she said. “Why?”

“Does he know about this?” I asked her, afraid of what might happen if he did.

“I haven’t told him. Plus I’ve been thinking about other things that way he can’t read my mind and find out about it.”

“Thanks,” I said to her, grateful that Edward doesn’t know. Yet. “I think that this is something that I need to tell him in person. Do you think you can give me a ride to your house so I can wait for him to get back?”

“Sure,” Alice said, beckoning for me to follow her.

I said goodbye to my dad and mom and promised that I would be back in time for supper, and then followed Alice out into the parking lot, in search of her yellow Porsche.

Telling Edward that I had endangered my life again was something that I wasn’t looking forward to. He’d get pissed at me for my clumsiness and tell me for an hour afterward that I need to be more careful because he can’t live without me. Then I’d beg him to change me that way I wouldn’t be a fragile little human so things like this wouldn’t happen and that I could be with him forever and he wouldn’t have to worry about living without me. Then he’d get even more pissed at me for suggesting it and start yelling at me that he’s waiting until we’re married. And then I’d tell him that if he doesn’t stop yelling at me for every little thing that I do wrong that there won’t be a wedding. Then he’d start apologizing to me for acting without thinking. Then I’d storm out of the room, making Edward even more pissed, but secretly enjoying his anger, and hopefully we could take our relationship to the next level, but that would never happen as long as I’m still human.

It scares me to know exactly how things might work out in an argument between me and Edward.

Being in a relationship with a vampire is hard work. Especially when the vampire you love hasn’t had any for about a hundred years. And Emmett never lets him forget it.