Midnight Sun Cont'd in my words
It is absolutely driving me nuts that Stephenie won't finish Midnight Sun, not that I blame her by any means; she has every right to be pissed off, but I can't help but be curious as to the rest of MS and what else happens, so I decided to finish it for her and post it here for you. Hope you enjoy it; keep in mind that this is NOT Stephenie's writing, so yeah, it's gonna suck. Sorry, but what are you gonna do. This picks up right where SM left off--pg. 226 of Twilight--right after Edward drops Bella off saying, "Tomorrow it's my turn...to ask the questions.
1. Chapter 1
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Once outside Forks city limits, I eagerly floored the gas, going well over 120 now that I was sure I was clear of any witnesses, enjoying the exhilaration it brought to me, using any and every method available to keep my mind from straying to her.
It was no use to think about her now; it would only make me ache for the moment when I could see her again.
I let out a small sigh of anxiety and slight impatience, tapping my fingers absent-mindedly against the steering wheel, as I increased the speed even more.
Damn it. The car was still so filled with her scent; it made things even worse for me...it made everything worse.
The raging fire surging in through my throat constantly, a given, but also the newfound raging fire in my heart that was always searing with the worst of pain any and every time I was away from her.
It was the worst kind of torment...it burned to be with her, always having to fight my inner nature, struggling against the monster inside me...but, it burned like no other hell imaginable to not be with her.
I could literally feel my heart breaking a little more each second that I was not with her.
I ease my way around a sharp turn that began the path leading to my house, going almost 180, effortlessly, not even thinking about it.
I came to a sudden halt just outside the garage, stopping just inches from the garage door, when I was snapped out of my thoughts by the thoughts of my family to greet me, as usual.
It happened a lot more lately--ever since I met her. Up until then, they paid me very little--if any--attention, respecting my privacy and I, theirs.
But, now with all that was happening, we couldn't help but all be concerned. Though no one really spoke of it, it was no secret among us that this had no possibilities of ending with a happily ever after--none.
Rosalie's irritated thoughts were the first I heard--particularly, since she practically screamed them to me:
Edward, I swear to God...if you even ruin that garage door after I had to repair it last time, your ass is so going to be mine. I don't care what Carlisle says; I will kill you and make it look like an accident.
I let out another sigh--this one out of pure irritation and frustration--and rolled my eyes, but otherwise ignored her selfish, childish thoughts.
A million years of telling the girl to get over herself, and she would never change...not for the world.
I opened the door, stepped out, and slammed the door shut to make my point to her--my way of telling her to just back the hell off--and then I began walking briskly to the house, casually listening to everyone else's thoughts.
Esme's thoughts just revolved around how glad she was that I was home, and also told me that Carlisle and Jasper were gone to the hospital for Jasper's usual ritual of attempting to strengthen his resistance to human blood.
Alice was thrilled: Edward, thank God you're home; you can settle this; get in here.
She was hiding something from me, sheepishly; damn it, that was never a good sign.
I walked into the house, shutting the door behind me, before muttering tonelessly, "I'm home."
I walked into the lounge to see Alice and Emmett kneeling across from each other, the coffee table separating them.
They both looked up to see me, Alice beaming with glee, but Emmett feigning confusion.
"Hey, who the hell...is...that; he looks really familiar." He looked to Alice, "He looks kind of like that little brother we used to have...oh, what was his name? I wanna say...Edward, was it? But, then he met some chick and ditched us for her instead. Right?"
Alice nodded, slightly amused, "Cute."
I, on the other hand, was not amused, as I stared blankly at him. "Emmett. Do us all a favor. Go and get yourself drawn and quartered and then play with some matches; maybe if we're lucky, we'll get a nice firework show."
An angry growl emerged from upstairs--Rosalie--but, this time, I completely ignored her and tried to continue on walking through the room, but Emmett was suddenly blocking my path.
"Nice. Good one, little bro.; gotta say, did not expect that from you. But, we still need your help."
"Emmett, get out of my way," I warned, not in the mood to talk to anyone right now. Especially not him--all I could get out of him was useless jokes and sarcasm.
"Aw, come on, I was just kidding." Emmett said, casually throwing his arm around my shoulder and leading me back with him to the table. "You know how much I like Bella. You know, it wouldn't hurt you to laugh, once in a while, know what I'm saying?"
I just stared at him and his smile faded slightly. "No? Okay, maybe later."
Then, he released me and went back to kneel down beside Alice. "I'm just saying, wouldn't kill you to hang out with us every so often too, you know."
"Oh, give him some credit," Rosalie said, tauntingly, now entering the room, "After all, he's stuck with us forever. He only has a few decades left with Bella."
The way she spoke of Bella, the way she thought of her, made me growl at her in protest and it took all I had to stay where I was and not lunge for her right now for talking about her like that.
"Well, he could have forever with Bella," Alice pointed out, "...if he really wanted to."
"We are not...talking...about that." I nearly growled my words, "Ever."
Rosalie breathed a chuckle and shook her head, "Typical." I turned my glare on her and she merely thought the rest:
Only you would delay the inevitable like that; why not just get it over with and do it already? Turn her, you know you want to. Then, you can stop moping around all the time. Why shouldn't she be turned? What the hell makes her so damn special?
With another growl, I lunged for her and made to slam her against the wall, but Emmett saw what I was going to do long before I actually did it and in one fluid motion, he was to his feet and in between us, with his hands held out in front of him to protect her.
"Okay, Edward, let's calm down. Take a deep breath and count to ten. And, Rose? If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."
"I didn't say anything," she said, defensively, not taking her eyes off of me as she thought: I thought it.
I made to advance for her again when Alice was suddenly to her feet, holding me back, and saying crossly to Rosalie, "Rose, just go."
Rosalie now looked to Alice, as if barely noticing her there. "Fine." She said, curtly, "I was leaving anyway."
I can't stand that human musk anyway; it's disgusting. She thought, as she walked out of the room.
We heard the front door close behind her, but had no idea where she was going. And, quite frankly, I didn't care; she was gone. I had to learn to count my blessings while they were falling so generously upon me.
I forced myself to ignore Rosalie's thought, as they were focused on her ramblings and jealousy of Bella, which if I heard any more of, even Emmett wouldn't be able to protect her.
I turned back around and said, "What do you need?"
"You know what, never mind." Emmett said, immediately, "We got our answer; you can carry on."
I sensed their reluctance and slight regret as they tried to hide the truth from me, but I saw a wad of hundreds poling out of Alice's pocket and reached for it.
"What the hell is this?" I held it up and they both grimaced sheepishly at one another.
"Hey, how 'bout that?" Emmett said, feigning surprise, forcing a smile.
"Nothing," Alice said, nonchalantly, "That's nothing; just a stupid bet; no big deal. As Emmett said, you can carry on. Nothing to see here."
I unfolded the wad and examined the bills closely. "Sure doesn't seem like nothing. What's going on here? And, do not lie to me."
"Right," Emmett said, cringing slightly as he spoke, "Um...funny story, actually."
I couldn't help but smirk slightly as I began pacing, "Oh, really? Well, I like funny--come on, Emmett. Make me laugh. After all I could use a good laugh, right?"
"Um...well...Alice?" Emmett placed a hand on her shoulder and looked to her, gesturing for her to tell it.
She scowled at him before rising to her feet and saying, "Um, well, we were a bit curious as to...how true that premonition I had was?"
I immediately knew the one she was talking about and stiffened up as she continued on. "You know, the whole-Bella one."
"Go on," I said, coldly, not wanting to hear about it or see it ever again.
"Of course you do. Well, we might've...kind of, sort of--meaning no disrespect whatsoever, by the way--made a small bet...to see if you might...kind of, sort of...just give in and turn her? I didn't think that you would; I bet that you wouldn't." She added, quickly, upon seeing my expression.
"What; why?" Emmett demanded, frantically, knowing that I'd be angrier with him for this. "Yeah, it's not so funny," Emmett said, hanging his head in shame.
I grimaced and nodded slightly, "No...it's not funny...it's not funny at all."
"Which is exactly what I told Alice," Emmett said, now smacking her arm, "It's not funny...and Bella deserves so much more than that. Yes, she deserves only the best...happiness, and humanity, and sunshine, and flowers, and rainbows all the time, all the time. Let's get the hell out of here," he muttered under his breath to Alice, who stepped on his foot.
I turned to face them and challenged, "So, you bet...on Bella's life...with this money?"
"No." Emmett said, immediately, and once I turned my stare on him, he grimaced slightly, "And, yes. Maybe a little bit. And, now we wish we were dead. Right, Alice?"
Alice ignored him though as she tried to comfort me, "Edward, we are so sorry. You have to understand; we meant absolutely nothing by this--nothing at all. It was just a game."
I now approaced her. "Bella's life...is a game?" I asked, through clenched teeth.
"Of course not." She said, immediately.
"Of course not," I repeated, turning away from them, "You know what, then? I'm sorry, you're right. That makes it all better. No need to apologize; an apology is absolutely unnecessary."
"Edward--" Alice tried to touch me, but I jerked away.
"No, you know what? In fact...what the hell; let's be fair about this. No reason why you can't just split the money, am I right? You know, fair's fair. You can't be greedy, Alice, so why don't we just..."
I tore the bills in half easily, handing one half to Alice and tossing the other half to Emmett. "...split it equally."
"Hey!" Emmett yelled, his mouth falling open in shock and disappointment, as I turned to walk away.
"Edward, wait," Alice called, grabbing my shoulder, "I'm sorry, okay; we're just worried about you. We didn't want to offend you, I'm just telling you what I see."
"No, you are just telling me to take away the life of the only person who has ever meant anything to me!" I nearly yelled, whipping around angrily to face them, "I will not...kill...Bella, is that clear?"
"That is not what we are asking of you, and you know it." Alice corrected.
"No?" I demanded, "Then, what exactly are you asking of me? Just because she would live forever does not mean she would really be alive, you know that. Living or not...she would be dead. Her soul would be...dead. I could never do that to Bella; never. It would destroy her. How dare...you even suggest it?"
Now, Emmett stepped in. "No, Edward, that is not what we want. We just want you to have what we do. We want you to have her forever. One lifetime in solitude is hellish enough, but an eternity? How could possibly want to face that alone? How could you just accept one lifetime with her and then just let her go like that?"
"I never said...I wanted to let her go. But, what choice do I have, Emmett? I will not damn her soul to hell just so I can be with her forever. That is not a good enough reason."
"Is that what you think?" Alice challenged, "That we're damned to hell? You? Me? Emmett? Rose? Esme? Carlisle? How could we be damned to hell, Edward; we are good people. Just because we have had this curse placed upon us does not make us hell-bound. We have dealt with our changes accordingly; we have resisted human blood and controlled our desires to avoid that very thing. That doesn't really earn a one-way ticket to hell in my book."
I continued to glare at them, shaking my head angrily. Damn it, what the hell was wrong with everybody?
"I can't do this. I can't." I muttered under my breath, before storming off, refusing to listen to this.
Halfway to my room, I ran into Esme, who grabbed my arms to stop me, and she said with a warm smile. "Edward."
I gently removed her hands and shook my head, forcing a small smile. "Not now, Mom."
I walked on past her to my room and she called after me. "Edward!"
I didn't answer her though, so as to not take my anger out on her. She didn't do anything wrong, and I would not hold her responsible for their idiocy.
I let out a sigh of regret and fell back onto my couch, stretching out so that I was lying with my head against one arm and my legs hanging off the other arm.
I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes--damn, I hated that I couldn't sleep sometimes--seeing her face in my mind. That always calmed me down.
It made me completely forget all my troubles and worries, and all there was...was her. No one else--nothing else--existed. Just her. A world with only her. And, no complications, no problems...just the perfection that was Isabella Swan.