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A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

Hindsight is 20/20, right? What if Bella knew the events of Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and the first portion of Breaking Dawn before they transpired? How would the story change? Would it stay the same. Thanks to MRSBellaCullenBlack for the amazingly wonderful banner! A Dream is a Wish your Heart Makees


14. The Cat Killer

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Walking up the steps to La Bella Italia, Edward held the door open for me as I entered. The female host greeted Edward a little too warmly for my liking at the welcoming table. I shot her a glare worthy of Medusa. Edward was mine. She pretended not to notice.

“A table for two?” Edward asked looking up through his dark eyelashes.

The girl’s eyes momentarily glazed over at the sound of his appealing voice. Quickly shooting a glance at me, she gave an almost imperceptible nod, as if that confirmed my obvious plainness. Leading us to a table in the middle of the room, big enough to seat a family we stood awkwardly. I reached for my chair, but halted at the sound of Edward’s voice.

“Perhaps something a little more private?” Edward asked, surreptitiously slipping the girl a large wad of cash. I inwardly cringed; hardly allowing myself to hazard a guess at how much of the hostess’ college tuition had just been paid for. The Cullens never did anything halfway, especially when it came to monetary rewards.

“Sure,” She led us to a quiet booth in the corner. It was dark and cozy. Perfect. “How’s this?”

“Perfect,” Edward replied, echoing my thoughts.

“Um, your server will be right out.” The girl walked back to the front, wobbling slightly. Ah, the affect Edward had on humans…I could have been jealous, but I knew he didn’t mean to. It was just who he was.

“You really shouldn’t dazzle people like that, you know.” I announced once we were seated.

“What?” A look of utter confusion washed over his face.

“Do you think everyone gets their way that easily?”

His look indicated that he did.

“Well, they don’t.”

“I dazzle people?”

“Come on, you have to have noticed the influence you have over people before now.” I raised an eyebrow, clearly stating my disbelief.

He ignored me. “Do I dazzle you?” Edward asked, looking up through his eyelashes again in that unfair way.

Why lie? There were enough secrets. “Quite often.” I admitted.

Our conversation was interrupted by our server introducing herself and asking what we wanted to drink. Ordering two Cokes, Edward barely noticed her. This made me internally smile. Yep, mine.

“What?” I asked after Anna left. He was looking me up and down in a doctorly sort of way.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not dizzy? Sick? Cold?”

“No. Should I be?”

“Any normal person would be going into shock right now.”

“I’ve survived worse.” I replied cryptically.

“Have you now. And what, pray tell, is worse than nearly being attacked in a dark alley at night?”

Voltuiri attacks…rouge vampires coming after me…you leaving “for my good”… vampire armies…wedding planning with Alice…”Things.” I evasively replied.

“Hm,” he wasn’t pleased by my answer; that much was obvious.

The waitress returned, thankfully silencing the subject. “Are you ready to order?” She asked Edward, smilingly.


“I’ll have the mushroom ravioli.”

“And you?” She asked.

“Nothing for me.” He replied nonchalantly.

“Let me know if you change your mind.” I rolled my eyes and pursed my lips, while Edward smiled at me. He didn’t miss a thing. Stupid vampire senses.

“Drink,” He ordered like a parent.

He didn’t need to ask twice. I drained both the sodas in no time flat. Nervous tension had been building up inside me for days now, and the realization that I could have been seriously harmed was finally setting in. My body needed the caffeine to stay conscious. I knew I’d regret it later, but I pushed those thoughts out of my mind for the present.

The ice-cold Coke made me shiver. Edward chivalrously handed me his jacket. It was cold, and smelt just like he did. I put it on, and pushed the sleeves up, inhaling deeply as I did so. It brought back memories of cozy afternoons spent on the couch, cuddling…kissing….Even though they hadn’t happened yet, I knew they would.

“Is that better?” Edward asked, startling me out of my happy place.

“Much,” I replied, smiling.

“Good.” We sat in silence for a few minutes, staring at our hands awkwardly.

“That color compliments your skin nicely.” Edward suddenly blurted.

I laughed, blushing, “Thank you. Although, if you’re saying things like that, I think you’ve been spending too much time around Alice.”

“She is my sister after all.”


He pushed the basked of bread toward me. “I’m really not that hungry.” I protested.

“You should be. A normal person would be. You don’t even look shaken.” His eyes were troubled.

“I feel safe with you. You won’t let anything hurt me.” Conviction shown in my eyes.

“Oh, this is wrong.” Edward groaned.

“What’s wrong?”

“You shouldn’t feel that way around me. I’m dangerous.”

Discounting his comment, I decided to start introducing the fact that I knew. Thoughts of how I was going to do this had occupied my waking hours all weekend. I had decided to deviate from my dream a little, getting to the truth more quickly…lying a little less.

“Usually you’re in a better mood when your eyes are light.” I paused for a second and continued, “You know, just after you’ve gone hiking.” I emphasized the last word, looking at him.

His eyes grew wide as he registered my meaning. “What do you mean by that?”

“I think we both know what I mean.”

Edward gripped the table just as my ravioli was brought out to us from the kitchen. “What did Alice tell you? She promised she wouldn’t tell! I’ll kill her!”

“Before you go and dismember anyone, you should know that Alice told me nothing. I figured it out by myself.”

“And what exactly did you figure out?”

“I know what you are.”

“Say it then. What am I?”

I only mouthed the word, afraid our conversation would be overheard by another patron.

As the last syllable formed on my lips, Edward looked even paler than usual. “How did you find out? Tell me.” He commanded, running a hand through his perpetually tousled hair.

“I went to La Push on Saturday. A boy, Jacob Black was there.” At Edward’s look of confusion, I swallowed and continued, “His father is on the tribal council.”

“Ah. That would do it. And he willingly told you the tribe’s most well-kept secret?”

“Well no…I sort of tricked it out of him.”

“Tricked him how?” He asked, dubious.

“I flirted. It was more effective than I thought it would be.” It was true. I had toned it down, and Jacob had still been taken by me.

He laughed, but it didn’t touch his eyes. “I would have liked to see that. Poor Jacob Black. What made you want to know?”

I paused, scrambling to come up with an answer that wouldn’t get me placed in an insane asylum. I had no doubt in my mind that Alice would rescue me, especially after what I told her about her human life, but prison breaks were to be avoided.

“Yes well…I was curious, I guess. You and your family go hiking a lot, and when you were mentioned at the beach, Sam said something about you not coming there, but it sounded like there was more behind his words.”

He sat in silence for a minute. Pressing his fingertips together, Edward asked, “Have you ever heard that curiosity killed the cat?”

I swallowed. “Yes, I think I have heard that one.”

“Remember that next time, will you?”

“Don’t bet on it.”

“Are you ready to go?” Edward queried abruptly, clearly displeased with my response.

“Sure.” I replied.

Walking out to the car I watched him. Edward looked as if he were making a very difficult decision. The decision, unless I was mistaken, pertained as to whether I was to make it home that night or not. There was a very real possibility that I might end up drained of blood somewhere in the forest tonight. Swallowing the fear that rose in my throat, I squared my shoulders and walked to the car. I had said my piece, and that was all there was to be done. Come what may.