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Midnight Sun Cont'd in my words

Summary:
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.


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3. Chapter 3

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When I reached Bella’s house, I leapt ever so gracefully up to her window, and so quietly that I had no doubt that it went unheard, I eased it open and climbed inside, without any effort. If you didn’t count the effort it took to not glance over at her sleeping form, that is, so as to not be distracted.

I gently closed the window and then turned towards her, being as quiet as I possibly could, sensing that she was sleeping quite lightly tonight and the slightest movement would wake her up.

I approached her carefully and tried desperately not to flinch as she called out my name, which she did every night in her sleep. She rolled over several times in an attempt to get comfortable, but it was clearly impossible for her tonight. For whatever reason. Some part of me hoped desperately that I was the cause, but I seriously doubted it.

Then, I scolded myself for wishing that. I should never wish that for her; she needed to be well-rested and I didn’t want to interfere in that anymore than I already was.

“Edward,” she called out again, tossing and turning more and more as the night went on, growing more restless with each passing second. “Edward…beautiful…Edward.”

I grimaced slightly with those words, but otherwise made no further acknowledgement to them. I would not get my hopes up only to have it come to nothing. A century alone has taught me that I could not bear pain of such a degree; it’d surely kill me. Undead or not.

As the night went on, she grew more restless, waking quite often (at which point, I would hide in the shadows to ensure she couldn’t see me, but clearly, it never occurred to her to check for her non-stalking protector wanna-be lurking in the shadows).

Eventually, though she did fall completely asleep, and the only reason I was sure was because she had stopped calling my name, but nonetheless, she still appeared to be wired, even in her sleep. Should I really be surprised though?

I simply stood in the corner and watched as she slept through the night, never feeling more complete and whole than I did in this very moment. Being with her always made me feel complete and whole. I couldn’t explain it; there were no words to accurately describe it.

Several hours later, the alarm on Charlie’s clock buzzed and that was my cue to leave. Damn it, no, I didn’t want to leave; not yet. I did, however, having no other choice. I only had minutes before Charlie was in here doing his ritual checks on Bella as she slept. He was a lot more worried about her lately, with how she had been acting, and he couldn’t help but be concerned.

Granted, in minutes, I could run to my house and back, like, five times, but still. The faster I moved, the sooner I’d get back so I could see her again.

So, casting one more regretful look back to her beautiful sleeping form, I sighed, so that only my ears could detect it, and leapt from the window, speeding off as fast as I could to go pick up the Volvo.

As I already pointed out, it took a matter of minutes for me to get home, quickly change, and drive back over to Bella’s.

I pulled over beside the curb around the block from her house though, so that Charlie wouldn’t see the car and get suspicious, thought his thoughts told me he was suspicious enough as he interrogated her about this Saturday.

“About this Saturday…” he spoke, as he was walking over to the sink in their kitchen to clean his now used plate.

“Yes, Dad?” Charlie’s back was to Bella so he couldn’t see her face, but I knew her voice quite well, and something told me that if he was facing her, she’d be cringing or have a look of unseen utter guilt plastered onto her face, which Charlie could not detect because he chose not to look past the mask she gave off to just keep things simple and as comfortable as possible between them.

“Are you still set on going to Seattle?” He asked. Or is that just an excuse to hook up with some guy behind my back, he secretly wondered, though he’d never call her on it.

I scoffed softly. How could he think of her like that; how could he not trust her? She was the greatest person I had ever known, she couldn’t lie even if she wanted to and she would never, ever do that.

“That was the plan,” Bella replied, though I could hear the regret in her voice that she was technically having to lie to Charlie. See what I mean.

Charlie washed his plate with some liquid dish soap and a brush as he spoke his next words, being careful, since he knew how touchy she was with this particular subject. “And, you’re sure you can’t make it back in time for the dance?” Oh, please don’t freak out on me, he secretly pleaded, afraid that she’d get mad at him for suggesting it. He just didn’t know how to manipulate her just yet; once you learned that, it was quite easy to get around her barriers and walls she put up.

“I’m not going to the dance, Dad,” Bella said, a hint of irritation in her voice—predictable—and out of his peripheral vision, I could’ve sworn I saw her glare at him, but he continued focusing on the plate he was now rinsing.

“Didn’t anyone ask you?” Wow, he was really pushing it this morning. Usually he let things like this go, not wanting to interfere with her life, but he was really concerned with her well-being. She had been here for so long already and hadn’t shown the slightest interest in anybody in town. That couldn’t be healthy, could it?

I rolled my eyes before glaring off into space. Oh, she showed interest, all right; she just showed it where she shouldn’t be showing it. She shouldn’t concern herself with me and my family, but she was too stubborn to let it go. And, I was too stubborn to let her go.

Even if that was the right thing to do.

“It’s a girl’s choice,” Bella immediately said, a little defensively, clearly glad for any out in this situation.

“Oh,” Charlie said, with a frown, as he dried his plate.

He let it go. He knew this was something he couldn’t win and he would just worry about it later. After all, he had plenty of time in the future and he hated awkward situations about as much as Bella did.

With that, Charlie left, giving Bella a quick good-bye wave, as she went upstairs to gather her stuff for the day. I waited for the cruiser to pass by me before driving around the block and pulling into his spot on the driveway.

I turned off the ignition as I waited for Bella to come out, which surprisingly did not take long at all. In fact, I’m pretty sure she was counting on me being here only seconds after Charlie had left.

I stared off into space as I waited for her, thinking about all that had happened recently and contemplating how I should handle the situation. She shut the door behind her before walking to the car, hesitating for just a moment before opening the door and getting in.

Seeing her again—awake this time—completely perked up my mood, giving me no choice but to smile as I looked at her. I was completely at ease, as I always was with her—or at least, almost completely at ease.

She was wearing a brown turtleneck and jeans, but managed to look incredibly gorgeous in such a simple outfit. Yet she never seemed to realize or acknowledge how beautiful she really was, always seeming to deny it to every extent.

“Good morning,” I finally spoke after I took a short moment to drink in her appearance—no pun intended, of course—“How are you today?” My eyes explored her face to really take in and truly appreciate her beauty, as I waited for her to answer.

“Good, thank you,” she replied.

I noted the dark circles under her eyes and my eyes couldn’t help but linger there in concern. She was obviously lacking in sleep and it was probably all my fault. Most likely, all my fault. “You look tired.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” she admitted, clearly seeing no point in trying to hide it from me, as she swung her hair around her shoulder. It somewhat muted her scent, but the strong scent of her shampoo added to her already extraordinary scent, which nearly sent me into that frenzy I fell into that first day in biology, but by now, I had learned how to control it.

I held my breath. It was all I could do. That and make a joke to kind of lighten the moment for both of us. “Neither could I.” I started the engine as Bella laughed. Oh, points for me; I made her laugh.

“I guess that’s right,” she agreed, “I supposed I slept just a little bit more than you did.”

“I’d wager you did.”

“So what did you do last night?” She asked, startling me a little bit, since I didn’t exactly want to let her know that stalking her in her sleep was on my agenda.

I covered my fear up with a chuckle, though, “Not a chance. It’s my day to ask questions.” There’s my cover, right there.

“Oh, that’s right.” She seemed a little disappointed, though she hid it rather well, “What do you want to know?” Her forehead creased, as she waited for me to continue on.

What didn’t I want to know. I wanted to know absolutely everything there was to know about her, but something told me that wouldn’t happen today, so I just kept it basic for now. “What’s your favorite color?” My face was dead serious as I kept my eyes focused on the road, ready to absorb absolutely everything she told me.

“It changes from day to day.” Did she roll her eyes? I could’ve sworn she rolled her eyes.

“What’s your favorite color today?” I settled for that, my face never changing.

“Probably brown.”

I snorted, no longer able to keep up my mask of indifference. “Brown?” I was quite skeptical. Nobody liked brown, brown was just…so boring.

“Sure,” she defended her choice, “Brown is warm. I miss brown. Everything that’s supposed to be brown—tree trunks, rocks, dirt—is all covered with squashy green stuff here,” she complained, though I merely found it endearing that she held such a passion for such a trivial matter.

As I looked into her eyes, I considered that. It was true. I used to think brown was the dullest color in the world until I allowed myself to get lost in the depths of her eyes and now, I could think of nothing more beautiful. Or her hair.

“You’re right,” I agreed, my face somber again, as I took in the beauty and wonder of her eyes and hair. I reached over hesitantly, yet also too quickly, to sweep her hair back behind her shoulder. God, it was so beautiful. The way it felt tangled up in my fingers was just…utterly indescribable.

By now, we had reached the school, so I pulled into the nearest parking space before turning to her. “What music is in your CD player right now?” It was easier to control my desires for her—all of them—if I played it off as serious and uncaring than if I allowed myself to sucked up in all she shared with me. Which I kind of was, against my better judgment.

When she told me the name of the band, I smiled, realizing I too had that exact same album, before pulling it out of my CD compartment and handing it to her.

“Debussy to this?” I raised an eyebrow, amused.

She examined the CD, keeping her eyes down as I continued to stare at her, looking for any change in her expression.

I continued my interrogation of her for the rest of the day, as I walked her to her different classes, asking her absolutely everything I could possibly think to ask, wanting to know every detail about that which was Isabella Swan.

I asked her everything from her favorite movies and least favorite movies, to places she’d been and wanted to go, and books, and everything my mind could think, which was admittedly a lot, considering I’d seen a lot more of the world than she had, having been alive a lot longer than she had.

I absorbed every word she told me as if my very life depended on that very knowledge, and in a way, it did. In the way that she was very rapidly becoming the reason for my life to go on at all. She spoke and spoke nonstop, telling me everything I had asked, never once denying me information, though there were times when she’d fiercely blush at a question I would ask and that would spur me on to inquire about the reasons behind it.

Like when I asked what her favorite gemstone was, and she answered topaz, regret immediately filled her features and she tried to hide her eyes from me, but it was too late. I had caught the anxiety it had brought on and my curiosity got the best of me.

So, I pushed and pushed until she finally gave in and told me, hoping I could somewhat “dazzle” the answer out of her, as she had accused me of doing at the restaurant in Port Angeles. I didn’t know how I did that exactly, but whatever it was that I did…apparently it worked, cause she finally gave in and just told me.

“Tell me,” I commanded, after a long time—much too long if my dazzling skills were still working on her—but she did keep her eyes averted quite well, which might have also contributed to her ability to avoid it so long.

She sighed, finally surrendering, as she answered me, “It’s the color of your eyes today,” she admitted, staring down at her hands and fascinating herself with a strand of her hair. “I suppose if you asked me in two weeks I’d say onyx.”

Hm. Did not expect that. Interesting. Wrong…sure. But, definitely interesting. I had no idea she was so aware of my mere eye color.

“What kind of flowers do you prefer?” I continued, simply avoiding the subject for now, figuring I had plenty of time to worry about that later.

She sighed in relief, before answering my new question almost immediately, probably to try to redirect my attention to something else. Smart girl.

When we got to Biology, I continued questioning her until Mr. Banner entered the room, dragging in the frame again, letting us know that we’d be finishing up the movie. Oh, God. Not good.

As he approached the light switch, I slid my chair a little bit farther away from Bella’s but—predictably—it did absolutely no good. The darkness, for some reason, tended to bring about that same electricity in us that we had fought so hard yesterday, only this time, it seemed to be even worse, if that was even possible.

Between my desires to reach out and lightly stroke her skin and my desires for her blood, I felt my strength slipping more and more as the hour dragged on. God, it was hell. No. It was worse than hell. Definitely worse than hell.

I noticed that Bella had leaned forward on the table, rested her chin on her folded arms, and tried to hide the fact that her fingers were gripping the edge of the table so tightly that her knuckles were turning white from the pressure, though I doubted she noticed in the darkness. That was something that even vampire eyes had troubles detecting at times. Though, not very often.

She didn’t look at me, in the whole hour, though my eyes were glued to her the whole time, incapable of looking at anything else. What for? I couldn’t watch the movie, even if I wanted to, with her sitting so close; no way could I pay any attention. Besides, I already knew all this, definitely even better than Mr. Banner did, so what good would it do to even try paying attention to it?

Bella appeared to be genuinely trying to watch the movie, though she looked just about as into it as I was.

Once Mr. Banner walked over to turn the lights back on, Bella’s eyes finally drifted over to mine, which had been staring at her the whole hour, unable to look away even if I had wanted to. It was almost as if they were acting of their own will and not mine.

I rose to my feet quickly, to put as much space between us as possible to try to diminish the tension, though it did very little good, if any. But, I waited for her to gather her things together, before walking her to her next class in the gym.

When we reached the gym, I finally gave in and allowed myself the one little slip of touching her face with the back of my hand, tracing a line from her temple to her jaw, without a word.

God. Just that one action, no matter how insignificant it might seem, was more exhilarating to me than anything I had ever, in my life, experienced. And, that was saying something for someone who had been alive for a century and seen and done everything. Maybe that’s because she was everything. She was the everything that had been denied my experience. But, it’s okay. I could experience it now. That was what mattered.

I forced myself to turn and walk away before I gave in and lost all my control, which was very much slipping easier these days.

All I could do when we were apart like this, even if just for an hour, was count down the seconds, and think up new questions to ask Bella when I saw her again. So as I sat in my next class, bored out of my mind, that was exactly what I did. I tried not to look at the clock too often, since that always tended to make time go by even slower, but it was hard not to.

After an excruciating hour, the bell finally rang, and I jumped up, walking as quickly as I could towards the gym to wait for her, ignoring the thoughts of everyone around me, not interested in anything they had to say or think. My only interest right now was her. Her.

When she came out, she smiled upon seeing me, and I returned the smile, never happier to see her, before beginning my questionnaire up again.

I asked her about what she missed about Arizona, asking for descriptions of anything that I did not know about, since I didn’t really spend a lot of time in the south to avoid the sunlight.

We arrived at her house in no time, and simply sat outside in the car for hours, not moving for the world, as the sky darkened around us and the rain poured down upon us, though it didn’t seem to bother her so much when she was sitting in a warm car with me.

She described wonderful, miraculous things to me, such as the smell of creosote, the sound of cicadas, the descriptions of the trees, the sky, which apparently extended for miles on end, not interrupted by the millions of trees we had here. She tried to explain to me exactly why such a dead and boring world could be so beautiful to her, and I found myself actually falling in love with it from her mere descriptions of the land. She had a habit of using her hands to talk animatedly about these things she held so dear to her, and I found that so entertaining, though I kept my thoughts to myself on that particular subject.

I asked and asked and she talked and talked, nonstop. It wasn’t until she finished describing me how her room had looked back in Arizona, in great detail, since I would accept nothing less, I paused regretfully instead of asking another question as I had wanted to.

“Are you finished?” She asked, seeming much too relieved by the concept.

Hah, was she kidding? “Not even close—but your father will be home soon.” I pointed out.

“Charlie!” She exclaimed, as if momentarily forgetting he had even existed, and she sighed, before looking out at the even darker sky. “How late is it?” She asked, glancing at the clock. I could tell what she was thinking by the expression on her face, nothing more though, unfortunately. Charlie would be coming home shortly.

“It’s twilight,” I murmured, thoughtfully, as I gazed out into the western horizon, managing to see past even the obscurity of the clouds. It was twilight…and nowhere near enough time for us to spend together. We had spent the whole day together, yet I still was not ready to let her go. I would never be, I realized.

I felt her eyes on me and turned my gaze on her. “It’s the safest time of day for us,” I answered the unspoken question I saw in her eyes. “The easiest time. But, also the saddest, in a way…the end of another day, the return of the night. Darkness is so predictable, don’t you think?” I gave her a wistful smile, almost daring her to contradict me with my eyes.

“I like the night,” she contradicted. I knew I could count on her. “Without the dark, we’d never see the stars.” A good point. She frowned, “Not that you see them here much.”

I laughed, breaking the solemn mood I always seemed to put us in.

“Charlie will be here in a few minutes,” I let her know, “So, unless, you want to tell him that you’ll be with me Saturday…” I raised one eyebrow.

“Thanks, but no thanks,” she said, as she gathered her books together. She seemed stiffer than usual, probably from sitting so long in the car. That thought had never really occurred to me. Guess I should’ve suggested we talk in the house or something. “So is it my turn tomorrow, then?”

“Certainly not!” A look of teasing outrage crossed my features as I looked at her, “I told you I wasn’t done, didn’t I?”

“What more is there?”

What more wasn’t there? I told her before if I was doing this, if I was being bad, I was going to be as thorough as one could be without breaking too many rules. “You’ll find out tomorrow,” I said, deciding to keep her guessing, as I reached across to open her door for her.

My sudden movement made her heartbeat increase erratically—no surprise—but that wasn’t what made me freeze up with my hand frozen on the door handle.

The thoughts of Billy and Jacob Black, from the Quileute reservation, interrupted my own, as they were nearby, just around the corner on their way here to see Charlie. Oh, no. Not good. If they saw me with Bella...what would they tell him? Would they warn him to keep her away from me? Oh, God. No.

“Not good,” I spoke my thoughts out loud, unable to stop myself, clenching my jaw in anticipation, hoping to God that I could get away in time before they’d see me.

“What is it?” Bella asked, noticing my expression.

I glanced at her briefly, trying to think of something to tell her. I did not want her caught in the middle of this; this hand nothing to do with her and I wanted to keep it that way. “Another complication,” I said, glumly. Let her think of that what she would.

I flung the door open swiftly without effort, and then cringed away from Bella, as the headlights of now appeared, pulling up to the curb mere feet from us. No. They saw me.

Billy Black’s thoughts were filled with concern for Bella, since it was clear she was spending far too much time with me—a vampire—and loathing and disgust for me. His son, Jacob’s, thoughts however, were simply filled with curiosity as to why Bella would be sitting out in the rain with me, instead of inside the house.

Little did he know…

“Charlie’s around the corner,” I warned. Seemed as good an excuse as any, and kept her out of our ridiculous family feud that would never end, no matter how many generations went on.

She got out immediately, though she looked quite confused and curious, but I was no longer focusing on her.

My focus was on the man and the boy in the car in front of me. Obstacles in my path, no doubt. They would try to keep me from her. They would do everything in their power to do just that. And while they were right, I shouldn’t keep putting Bella in such a position, I would not allow them to keep me away from her. They had no control over either of our lives. It was our choice to make, not theirs, and if we wanted to be together, then damn it, that was none…of their business.

In response to Billy Black’s glare, I revved my engine and took off, squealing my tires against the pavement as I sped off, as a way of saying: “Back the hell off.”

I did the only thing I could do…I went to see Carlisle. If anyone would know how to handle this, without killing off the complications—which was always my solution, as of late—it had to be him. Carlisle would know what to do. He would help me; I know he would.