A Second Chance at Love
Bella dismisses Edward when he returns in New Moon. She moved on with Jacob, and promised Edward that he would find happiness and love someday. With the letter she wrote him in hand, he believes her and moves on with his life, in search of his love. Forty years later, he and the rest of the Cullens re-enroll in High school. Two new students throw his world out of orbit and he’s faced with the reality of the promise Bella made him. AU after New Moon. Edward is a little OOC because he doesn’t want to repeat history, otherwise, canon couples with the exception of Edward of course. Note: Jacob was a werewolf, but Bella wasn’t necessarily all human herself. Rated NC-17 for language and content in later chapters. Yes there will be lemons but not at first.
8. Chapter 8: It’s Alfred Lord Tennyson in the Bathroom!
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I’m glancing through the paperwork in the folder Jasper and Edward put together for me. I come upon an article from the Seattle Newspaper entitled, “Forks Bloodbath.” I gasp slightly and look up at Edward whose expression is that of utter anguish. Skimming through the article, it describes the brutal murder of a large number of Forks and Quileute residents. Jacob and Bella Black are among the list of the deceased.
“She didn’t even try to hide her crime,” Edward says, his voice thick with venom. “I can’t believe the Volturi never came down on her. Part of me thinks that if she were to end our coven’s existence, they would have been okay with that. They look at our coven as too large and too powerful. What with so many of us having extra skills. Caius would be all too happy to see the Cullens eradicated just on the basis that he thinks we threaten his claim to power. As if we ever wanted to rule the vampire world. No thanks.”
“Cowardly vultures,” I mutter under my breath. Edward’s quiet chuckle tells me he agrees with me. I settle back into my seat and read through the rest of the file.
“So, you’re really thirty-six years old?” Edward asks. He’s sitting across from me, my feet in his lap while he rubs them affectionately. It feels so heavenly, I’ve almost fallen asleep. Alice demanded that I wear this ridiculous skirt on this flight, and why, I cannot fathom, but as a result, I’m not wearing any socks, which makes Edward’s rubbing my feet even more amazing.
“Yes. It looks that way,” I reply flipping the pages in the folder Edward gave me back to my birth certificate. “And my parents really did name me Alice Rosalie. Looks like your family left a lasting impression on my mother.”
“We all loved her dearly,” he replies. “When Alice and Rosalie found out about your names, they nearly had conniption fits. It was all they could do to keep their composure until we got home that day. Jasper and Emmett feel very honored as well.”
“You’re not hurt that they didn’t use your name?”
“No, and I would be surprised if they did. Jacob was not my biggest fan, and I highly doubt Bella would have named a child after her first love. Especially if said first love was not her baby’s father.”
“You make a valid point,” I reply.
“In thirty-six years, you’ve never dated anyone?” he asks, bringing the subject back to my age.
“Nope, not once. Never found anyone appealing enough. Plus, I knew that I couldn’t date anyone long term. They’d realize before long that I’m not quite normal. Jeb has dated around though. Mostly casual encounters. I just don’t have it in me to do that; not that I think it’s wrong or anything, I just can’t imagine giving my body to someone I don’t love.”
“You weren’t really sick were you?” he asks, remembering the days I feigned the stomach flu.
“Nope,” I reply. “I have to stay indoors when it’s sunny too. Lest I be called out as having freaky sparkly tattoos.”
“Instead of my whole body sparkling like yours would, there’s a distinct pattern in my skin. It almost looks like someone took a venom coated vampire tooth and dragged it across my skin in an intricate pattern. Though when the sun is not shining, my skin is smooth and flawless to the naked eye, both immortal and mortal naked eye. I wasn’t ready for you to know about me, or for you to know that I knew about you. How did you manage to go to school?” I ask. He tells me about the make up that Alice invented.
“It’s incredibly uncomfortable, but effective. A vampire would be able to see the difference, but humans wouldn’t. I don’t know if your eyes would.”
“From the tests we’ve done, our eyesight is nearly as sharp as yours. Mine might be for sure now that I’ve ingested your venom, and inadvertently some of Victoria’s.”
“I’m sorry that I was in that catatonic state. I should have helped you.” I reach across and take his hands in mine, sliding my feet off his lap and settle them in between his on the floor. “She surprised me so much, I couldn’t even tell it was her from her thoughts. Never in a million years did I think I’d see her again.”
“It’s okay Edward. I was fine. I knew somehow that I would be able to defeat her. Especially with Jeb so near. Maybe even if he wasn’t there. It seemed all too easy. And then Jasper took care of her minions, and seemingly had a grand time doing it. So all’s well, my love.”
“That’s the first time you’ve called me that,” he observes, surprised. I smile in response, unbuckling my seatbelt, crossing the gap between us and sit on his lap, straddling his legs. “Don’t tell me you want to make me a member of the mile high club,” he jokes. Though that is my intention.
“I do indeed want that, and we won’t even have to be inside a cramped airplane bathroom to do it,” I reply as I start to unzip his jacket. He doesn’t turn me down this time, and in turn lifts my shirt over my head. As I’m sliding the sleeves of his jacket down his arms, he leans forward pressing his lips to my chest, lightly kissing and nipping the skin there.
“What happens if I bite you?” he asks, his teeth dangerously close to my jugular.
“I’ll bite you back, vampire boy,” I reply seductively. His teeth lightly graze across my throat as my fingers tighten in his hair, which I believe was made for me to run my fingers through. It’s just long enough for me to grab a fistful and hold on for dear life as he pleasures me senseless.
“I want to taste you,” he says. I nod my approval as he picks me up off his lap and sets me back in my own chair. Thank god Alice put me in a skirt, I think to myself. She must have seen this then, and known this would have been a lot easier in a skirt. He kneels in front of me, his fingers running gloriously up my legs from toe to hip and back down again. On his third trip up my legs, he grabs my panties roughly and tears them away. “You won’t be needing these,” he teases as he tosses them to the floor. Next, his head ducks under my skirt, disappearing. He pulls me to the edge of the seat with his hands wrapped around the back of my knees. “God, you smell amazing,” he mumbles from under my skirt. I feel his finger make one pass through my folds, sending my head back, my back arching, and my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I moan in pleasure as he dives for my core, licking me from top to bottom. “Mmm, you taste divine, my love,” he says, pausing briefly to speak before diving back in.
I can feel him growling into me as he tastes me for the first time. It creates a glorious vibration against my sensitive nub that nearly sends me over the edge. “Oh god, Edward!” I cry, suddenly very thankful that I made the cabin independently soundproof from the cockpit. He stealthily slips a finger inside me, followed by a second finger. I can feel my own walls clenching around him as my release builds and sends me to explosion. I’ve barely come down from my ecstasy before I’m ready for more. I shove him away, causing him to fall flat on his back before I rip away his pants. “You won’t be needing those,” I quip.
My fingers rake down his torso, shredding his shirt. Our luggage is just in the next seating area, strapped down, so I’m less than unconcerned about that. I grip his length in my hand, an act I’ve never done before. I hadn’t realized his impressive size the other night. Not that I have anything to compare it to, but from what I’ve heard about most men, he’s bigger than average. No wonder he filled me so completely. He hisses at the movement of my hands up and down him, gripping tighter as I go. Wanting to return the favor, I pepper his torso with kisses, making my way down to my prize.
Tentatively, I flick the tip with my tongue. “Jesus Christ Arbie!” he cries. Taking that as he likes it, I wrap my mouth around him, taking as much of him into my mouth as I can. “Oh God, Arbie. I need you. Right now,” he begs. Figuring he means he needs not my mouth, I crawl up and settle myself over him. Impatient as ever, he grabs my hips, lifts me up and impales me onto him roughly. I howl in ecstasy at the sheer feeling of completion. Being one with the man I’ve given all of myself to. He lifts me up and slams me down onto him again, causing the plane to rock ever so slightly. The pilot, one of my closest friends, announces over the intercom to keep the dancing and jumping up and down to a minimum. If only she knew.
Edward chuckles beneath me, releasing my hips to let me set the pace and force of the movement. I rise up and slam back down, with slightly less force than he used, preventing the plane from rocking at all. I’m moving at an excruciatingly slow pace, driving us both mad. He loses patience and flips us over so he’s now on top of me, and begins to thrust fast and deep. “Oh yes, Edward! More! Faster!” I cry. He grabs the back of my knee, hitching my leg over his shoulder, allowing deeper access. I hiss in approval and dig my fingers into his arms as he thrusts hard and deep, his growls getting louder all the time.
“Oh God Arbie, I want to… I want to…” he trails off. His teeth are hovering above my carotid artery, like he wants to bite me.
“If you bite me, I’ll be fine. Just don’t drink too much,” I whisper.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his tone somewhat fearful.
“Yes, do it. I want you to.” I can tell he’s close to his release, mine is right around the corner as well. Just as his teeth slice into my neck, mine bite into his shoulder, taking in his sweet venom, both of our orgasms rocking through us violently. I hiss internally at the pain of his bite, but it’s far more pleasurable than painful. I hear him take a few swallows of blood, growling all the while, as he releases into me, his climax hitting him at the same time as mine. I remove my teeth from his shoulder as he does the same. His eyes are trained on my neck, likely watching the skin heal before his eyes.
“Amazing,” he says. “Also, you’re absolutely delicious. In more ways than one.” I smile in response, laying beneath him, basking in the aftershocks of our love making. “Are you alright?” he asks.
“I’m significantly better than alright,” I reply. “Your venom is so sweet. Like drinking honey, cold honey.”
“Even though your blood has no scent, it definitely has a taste. And I can see why it has no scent. Any vampire within a hundred miles would be lining up to get just a drop. Absolutely fantastic.”
“Well, you’re welcome to taste it, on occasion. If you drink from me, I’ll be momentarily weakened, then fine,” I reply. Mostly to reassure him.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, just don’t go overboard. I think you’re in control of your bloodlust, so that shouldn’t be a problem, right?”
“You’re right, not at all. My compulsion to bite you had everything to do with wanting to claim you as my mate, and nothing to do with drinking your blood.”
“Well then,” I reply. “I’ll consider myself claimed. You can actually leave a mark on me though. I’ve bitten you twice now, and no one would ever know.”
“Venom is the only thing that leaves a scar on us. If you were venomous, then there’d be one. You’ll have a scar from me?” I nod the affirmative, turning my head to let him see the mark he’s left on me. His finger traces it gently, his eyes asking if I’m in pain. I shake my head and lift it up to press my lips to his. After a passionate kiss, he removes himself from me and disappears behind the seats to retrieve new sets of clothes for us to wear.
“Have you been bitten before?” he asks. I nod again, showing him the obscure scar on the inside of my upper arm.
“Bree and Hwin were doing experiments on Jeb and I. We consented to let them bite us. For science’s sake. We were already certain that their venom would have no adverse affects on us, and we were already immortal, so being vampires wasn’t a huge deal, so if that happened, we would have been alright with that.” He shakes his head in slight disbelief before returning to his seat across from mine, taking my feet in his lap again.
Before he could ask me another question, the pilot comes over the intercom telling us we are about to make our descent into Port Angeles. “How are we getting to Forks?” he asks. I inform him I have a car waiting. True to my word, a Bentley Continental is waiting for our use once we step off the plane. I thank the pilot for being ready again on such short notice, promising a hefty tip to her and the crew.
“You know this area better than I do. Wanna drive?” I ask Edward, tossing him the keys. His eyes light up and he nearly forgets his usual gentlemanly ways and does a double pivot before opening my door for me. I thank him with a giggle and a kiss on his cheek before he races at an almost inhuman speed to the driver’s side.
“We have a home in Forks. We can stay there if you like, it might be a bit musty, as it hasn’t been inhabited in over 40 years, but I think Alice called ahead and had the caretaker at least turn on the electrics and water.” I nod my approval as he weaves his way through traffic, driving like he knows these roads like the back of his hand. He probably does. Watching him drive so deftly is creating a whole new set of desires for him. I just had him on the plane not two hours ago, and I already want him again so desperately. What is that about?
After a short drive out of Port Angeles and up the highway, we take a seemingly sudden turn on what appears to be a hidden driveway. I never would have found this in a million years. Three miles of winding driveway later, we arrive in front of an enormous white and wooden house. Edward welcomes me to Casa de Cullen and we step through the door. Inside, all the furniture is covered in white sheets, to protect them from dust settling into the fibers. Edward switches on the chandelier and dashes around the room removing the covers. In one corner of the room sits a beautiful black grand piano.
I can tell that Esme designed the interior of this house, as a lot of the furnishings and coloring match the Buffalo house almost exactly. They certainly have the same taste in both houses. Edward is about to lead me on a tour of the house when the doorbell rings. “Grocery delivery,” the delivery man calls out. Edward opens the door and in comes a young man armed to the neck in canvas grocery bags. “Kitchen?” he asks, his veins popping out in his neck. Why wouldn’t he just make multiple trips. Edward leads him into the kitchen and instructs him to leave the bags on the counter. The delivery man does have to make a second trip with nearly as many bags as the first. Once he’s done, Edward offers him a generous tip for his trouble.
I make my way into the kitchen, and begin putting things away. The refrigerator probably isn’t quite cold yet, but the perishables should be fine as it will cool down shortly. Edward materializes at my side and assists me. “I don’t have a clue how long we’ll be here, but this food will feed a small army for about a month,” I say, staring at the mountains of food.
“Alice will be Alice,” Edward replies. “So where would you like to begin your research?” he asks once we’re done with the tour of the house and unpacking our things.
“Well I guess I should see if I have any living relatives. Do you think they would remember you at all? Or should I go alone?”
“Lets find out if they’re even still alive. Victoria made it seem like she killed anyone associated with Bella, so we shouldn’t assume that her parents are still alive, right?”
“You’re right. Here’s hoping!” I say as we head out the door to my car. Edward takes the wheel again as he knows his way around the sleepy town of Forks better than anyone. A few minutes later, we pull up in front of a quaint white house that Edward explains was Bella’s house when she lived with her father, Charlie. It’s early evening so, there should be people home. I notice a light on in the kitchen and can sense someone moving about, likely cooking dinner.
“I have no idea how to go about this. What does Charlie know? Is he in there?” I ask.
“Yes, he’s there. He’s in a hospital bed upstairs. He’s nearly eighty years old, so his health is failing. The hospice nurse is the one cooking dinner in the kitchen. She won’t know me. Maybe pretend to be his great niece to gain entrance?” he suggested. I nod and steel my nerves before hopping out of the car. I walk confidently to the door and knock briefly three times. The nurse comes to the door and eyes me curiously, obviously not recognizing me.
“May I help you?” she asks through the closed screen door.
“Yes, is this the residence of Charlie Swan?” I ask.
“It is,” she replies. “Do you know him?”
“Yes, he is a distant relative of mine. I heard about his failing health and wished to see him once more before… well before. My name is Alice Rosalie Bentley. He should recognize my name. I hope.”
“You won’t get any inheritance,” she scoffs.
“Excuse me?” I reply, trying not to sound as offended as I am.
“I don’t mean to offend you,” she replies. Yes she did. “But when Charlie’s only daughter and her husband died, along with their children, he cut himself off from the world. Giving away everything he had except for what he needed. Whatever’s left is paying for his medical care, which is barely enough. If you’re here to see if he wrote you into the will, I’m sorry to say there isn’t one.”
“That’s not at all why I’m here,” I reply casually. “I merely wish to see him before he passes. If anything I can assist with medical bills if necessary. Though if I know him, he’ll refuse my offer.” She gives me a knowing smirk. I figure Charlie would be like me, and hate accepting help from anyone.
“I’ll just go and ask if he wants any visitors,” she replies. “Just wait here please, Ms. Bentley.” I take a few steps back and lean against the porch railing. I really hate being called Ms. Bentley. Edward is studiously quiet in the car, waiting. He knows if Charlie sees him, all hell may break loose. I listen as the nurse gives Charlie my name, and his subsequent gasp.
She shuffles back down the stairs and ushers me inside. I take the steps slowly, heading towards the door the nurse indicated. Once inside, my heart breaks at the sight before me. Charlie is hooked up to more tubes and wires than I care to count. “Ali Rose?” he whispers. That must have been his nickname for me. I like it.
“Grandpa?” I ask back.
“I thought we lost you,” he replies, reaching out for my hand. I take it, grasping it gently. He is so incredibly weak. “Where’s your brother?”
“Back at home in New England. He couldn’t make the trip. To be honest, we didn’t even know you were alive.”
“What happened?” he asks.
“What do you know that happened?” I ask back. “I’ve been out of the loop my whole life, trying to put together the pieces of where I came from.”
“Your parents were killed,” he chokes. Coughing violently through his tearless sobs. “When we got to the house, you and your brother were gone. We… we figured their killer got to you too. There was… blood near your cribs. I was so overwrought with grief I couldn’t bring myself to even begin an investigation into a possible kidnapping.”
“We were taken, yes, but taken away to safety. Away from our parents’ killer,” I reply. “I’ve lived a happy life, Grandpa. Full of love and opportunity. I recently met one of my mother’s old friends and he told me about you and my grandmother, Renée.”
“And now here you are,” he says, pulling on my hand to get me to sit on the bed next to him. “You have your mother’s eyes.” He releases my hand and reaches up to stroke my cheek with his withered finger. My heart breaks all over again. Likely my only living ancestor, and he’s dying before my eyes. “You don’t look a day over eighteen,” he says. “How can that be?”
“I age slowly, I guess,” I say with a noncommittal shrug.
“Ah, like the Quileute boys,” he replies. I give him a quizzical look. “My stepson, Seth. Boy’s got to be damn near sixty, but doesn’t look a day over 30. There’s something in the water, on the Rez, I’m tellin’ ya.” I giggle with him. “Now, Ali Rose. I’m real happy you came to see me. I wish I had more time with ya.”
“Me too, Grandpa. I’ve missed you my whole life. But I’m happy now. I really am. I’ve lived a good and happy life, I promise you.” I don’t want to worry him with the reality of the supernatural aspect of my life, as it seems he’s still in the dark on that subject.
“You look happy, honey,” he replies, patting my hand. “You should head down to the Rez. Those boys were like brothers to your Pa. The ones that are still left.” I stifle my cringe at the memory of the Forks Bloodbath that I read in that newspaper article Edward procured for me. It took a huge bite out of the youth on the Quileute reservation. I figure the ones that died were all wolves. I’d like to kill Victoria all over again.
“But be careful,” he adds. “They never did catch the killer, and I’m not healthy enough to worry about you too, Ali Rose.”
“Don’t worry about me, Grandpa,” I reply. “I can definitely take care of myself. And while the police may not have caught the killer, I did.”
“What?” he gasps. His heart rate soars, sending furious beeps through out the room. I put one hand on his forehead, the other on his hand and silently beg for him to calm down. After a few moments, he is calm. “You… you killed someone?”
“I’d hardly call her someone, but she tracked my brother and me to New England. I was away in New York City when she kidnapped him. When I found him, he was tied up in a tree. The moment she told us she was the one that killed our parents, I lost it, and killed her on the spot.”
“Good for you, kid,” he says. I can’t say I expected that response. “As a former officer of the law I should be upset, but that bitch deserved it.” I smile warmly at him, squeezing his hand lightly. “Come and see me again before you leave, yeah?” I nod my promise and leave silently through the door to let him get his much needed rest. I thank the nurse for her hospitality and head back to the door.
“How’d it go?” Edward asks. As if he didn’t hear Charlie’s side of the conversation. I give him a look, to which he puts his hands up in defense. “His mind is so weak I can’t get a grasp on his thoughts. I never could hear him as clearly as everyone else. That’s where your mother got it from. I can say the nurse feels guilty over accusing you of being after Charlie’s money. She took one look at the car and me and knew that you had no need for any of that.”
“He asked me how it was possible that I don’t look my age, then said that his stepson Seth is nearly 60 but doesn’t look a day over 30. Do you think he’s a wolf?”
“It’s very likely,” Edward replies. “I did hear Charlie suggest that you go to the Reservation. Which is a wonderful idea, but I can’t go with you.” His tone was full of sadness.
“Oh right, the treaty. Well we can save that for another day. For now, lets just go back to the house,” I say. He makes a U-Turn and heads back to the Cullen house in the woods.
- Chapter 1: And now for something completely different
- Chapter 2. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink. Know what I mean?
- Chapter 3 Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition
- Chapter 4 You must cut down the mightiest tree in the forest... with... a herring
- Chapter 5. And now - number one - the larch. The larch
- Chapter 6: The Palindrome of Bolton would be Notlob.
- Chapter 7: Now, this item, “Crunchy Frog”.
- Chapter 8: It’s Alfred Lord Tennyson in the Bathroom!
- Chapter 9: Oh, let me have just a *little bit* of Peril?
- Chapter 10. I’m a lumberjack and I’m okay.
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