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A simple story

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1. Tell me a Story

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I let out a sigh, and sipped at my lemonade, smiling over the ice in my glass at him. The breeze blew softly over the sunny backyard and I stretched my legs over his lap, getting comfortable.

“Bella,” he whispered, his voice like music against the swaying of the trees. He ran his hands down my legs and I focused on not fainting. I watched as he smiled at me, his teeth gleaming along with the rest of him sparkling in the sunlight.

It was a beautiful summer day, the clouds were fluffy and white and the sky was as blue as it would ever get in Forks, Washington. There were hardly ever any sunny days here, and I wanted to spend every one of them like this. We were in his huge and gorgeous backyard, sitting at the wooden porch table on comfortable chaises.

“Edward?” I bit my lip and traced my fingertips against his flawless cheek bone.

“Hmm?” He closed his eyes and I leaned closer to him. We were both getting better at the physical part in our relationship.

I kissed him on one eyelid, then the other, smoothing my thumb over his eyebrow.

“Tell me a story,” I said, leaning back. He opened his eyes with a cautious look, staring at me deeply—as if he wished more than anything to read my mind.

“A story? Of what, love?” He asked, running his smooth fingers down from my knee to my ankle. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself.

“Of…I don’t know; anything. Tell me about…” I trailed off, thinking. “Of when you were a young vampire.”

His eyes narrowed at me in a playful way.

“Hmm, and what would you like to know about me as a young vampire?” He asked offhandedly.

I shrugged at stared back, smiling.

“Okay… how about I tell you of the first time I found out about my…ability?”

He raised an eyebrow and I nodded excitedly. I had been wondering about it for a while now. He smiled slightly before looking down. His face became serious and he gazed down at the porch floor with an intensity of concrete.

“It was a dark and stormy night…” he sighed, running a hand through his hair before continuing softly.

“I had been a vampire for about…two hours, and my stomach was caving in, my throat was scratchy with thirst. Carlisle had decided it was time I went hunting. Mind you, I was ready to rip out the throats of the whole town from the second I woke, but he made me wait until it was dark and the storm would hide us. After all, Chicago was a largely populated city even then.

I was stricken with grief over my parents’ death still and was trying to listen to Carlisle as he told me about what I had become. We were walking in the forest, and suddenly, I smelled an aroma that seemed to be…calling out to me. I went crazy with bloodlust, killing and drinking from several animals. But in the back of my mind, I kept hearing a voice. I thought it was just me, but it started saying things about me, and I was confused.

He’s a natural… it’s as if he’s been doing this for years… I remember being so confused… his instincts are sharp.

All of these things were running through my head and I sat down, looking at Carlisle.

His mother just wanted him to live

‘My mother?’ I asked. Carlisle was startled and he looked at me.

‘What?’ He was still staring at me. Edward, I heard, in my mind.

‘Yes?’ I asked aloud, utterly confused.

Can you…can you hear me? I recognized Carlisle’s voice, but his lips did not move.

I nodded, watching as his eyes widened with many emotions. Amazement, wonder, maybe even a little…fear?

‘You can hear my thoughts…’ he said softly. ‘What an extraordinary talent,’ was what he thought.

‘So I’m some sort of mind-reading, psychic…freak?’ I reveled in dismay.

‘Oh Christ, no, how can I explain this? The poor boy is already in such a depressing mood…’ Carlisle was thinking. Somehow, the prospect of having to listen to people minds forever was not appealing to me.

‘Edward, you are not a freak,’ Carlisle spoke to me in a way only a father possibly could. ‘Many of our kind have abilities that surpass humanity. I have an…acquaintance, in Italy, who could do the same thing as you… all though, he had to have physical touch—a handshake or a hand on the shoulder perhaps—to be able to read your mind. You can do it without the physicality of touch, but you are only catching glimpses of what is going through my mind. Aro can tell…everything about a person.’

‘It seems appalling enough, without the touch part. Why me, Carlisle?’ In actuality, I was thinking, how could you do this to me? But I thought better of saying this to him.

‘You must have been very good at reading people before you changed, yes?’

I thought back to a time when my mother and I had joked about my being able to read people like open novels.

‘I suppose.’

‘And so, here you have it… this is not a curse, Edward, you will get used to it after some time.’

I tried not to think about it most of the time, but it still threw me when someone would think of the name Edward, and I looked up as if they were calling me aloud. I am happy now, that the name has gone out of style, otherwise I’d have to endure it again. After all, the one person’s thoughts who I’d ever want to hear—I am blocked from.”

He looked up at me, and everything was quiet for some time. All though it was still sunny outside, in my mind of thinking of Edward and Carlisle, cloaked in the dark and stormy night.

I thought about what it would’ve been like…hearing exactly what someone thought of everything before you even knew the person. I was glad again, that he couldn’t hear me. What would he think of me if he knew how obsessed I was with him? Of how every second of every day, I was thinking of him in some way?

“Have you figured out why yet? Why I’m on the AM frequency?” I asked him. He stared at me for a while, unmoving.

“Unfortunately no,” he shook his head.

“But when I do find out—which I will—you will be my favorite book to read,” he smirked at me.

I gulped and closed my eyes, hoping that day would not come too soon.