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And so I present to you: Breaking Dawn.
(I will update as soon as I can)
Comments are appreciated
This is my first fan-fiction.
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Preface:
His head whipped up in an alarmed way, his breathing shallow. Five pairs of eyes followed his gesture. I was the last to raise my head. Silence overtook the frigid air. I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. Obviously something was wrong, and once again my senses were much too inferior to allow the same terror fill my heart. He rose from his seat quickly, in a way that would have left me on the ground in a tangled mess had I tried. His movement was fluid, and no sooner had he stood up was he crouched down in front of me, a low growl escaping his chest. I saw Alice move as well in what was clearly a defensive position. The other four oriented themselves around me, each with a look of either terror or hatred on their face. Nobody spoke. A slight breeze came, pulling my hair along with it. He growled again, this time even deeper and with more aggression. The sound sent chills up my spine. I looked around and caught Rosalie’s eye. She was staring at me, only for once there was no anger. There was pity, and remorse. I could see her biting her lip nervously, and then she turned away, once again facing the open range that separated us from whatever it was that was coming. Time stood still as I strained to understand the danger that was evidently upon us. More time passed and still no one spoke. And then, in the distance my eye caught sight of something. Several black figures stood at the edge of the large plain, unmoving. My eyes widened and another feral snarl emitted from him. How could this be happening?
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Here is the first chapter.
WARNING: This fan-fic contains spoilers, continue at your own risk.....
Chapter 1- Time
The engine roared to life and I jumped. After spending so much time in a quiet Volvo, my ears were not adjusted to the clinks and sputters that were my truck. It took me a minute to re-start my heart before I finally opened the door and slid in, snapping the door shut behind me. My hair was soaked even though I had only been outside for two or three minutes. I found it incredibly frustrating that even in the middle of June, Forks was as rainy as ever. Where was the sunshine? What ever happened to getting your Vitamin-D? I missed tank tops and shorts. I missed the sun. Oh the sun! What I wouldn’t give for even one day where I wasn’t drowning. Not that the sun didn’t have its drawbacks. In fact sunny days were the bane of my existence, owing to the fact that I couldn’t be with Edward. Every moment without him was like torture. I couldn’t imagine not seeing his crooked smile, or the light reflect out of his butterscotch eyes. I stopped breathing just thinking about it. But still. Was it so much to ask for just one day where I didn’t have to wear a biohazard suit to get the mail? I sighed and gripped the steering wheel, pulled the truck into reverse, then sped off at a dramatic 40 miles an hour.
I took my time getting home; after all, there was nothing of interest waiting for me there. But, as all things must, the ride soon came to an end, and I was stuck sitting in the driveway of my father Charlie’s and my house. It was ridiculous how quickly time flew when you’re trying to prolong something. I sat in the driver’s seat for a moment, my fingers clutching the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. Well, whiter. Time. Time was never on my side. Especially today. I sighed once more and ducked out of the car, running to the front door, trying not to get any more drenched. Not that that was possible.
I flipped my key out of my bag and opened the door, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. I scolded myself. There was no reason to be so fidgety. Charlie wouldn’t be home for a half-an-hour, which in all honesty wasn’t near enough time to ready myself. I dumped my bag on the kitchen counter and flew up the stairs- it was amazing I didn’t trip and fall- and skidded to a halt outside my bedroom door. I hurried in and began rapidly digging through a pile of clothes until I found what I was looking for. Cupping my CD player in my hand, I sat down on my bed and pushed play. Music cascaded through the room, filling every corner with a sweet and gentle melody. I closed my eyes. I knew if nothing else, my lullaby would soothe my frazzled nerves. Images filled my mind.
Edward came first, his porcelain face surfacing again and again. Despite my anxiety, I couldn’t help but smile. I knew the picture in my head did not and could never do him justice. Even in my wildest and most creative dreams there was no way I could capture his perfection: the smooth, glassy skin, the amber hair with tints of gold, or his eyes. Especially not his eyes. Especially not his honey-colored, beautiful eyes. I grimaced. Next to him, I looked frightfully plain- boring even. It was my good fortune that he could even look at me, let alone be in love with me. There was no doubt about it. He was the best thing that had and ever would happen to me; moving to Forks aside.
Moving in with my dad, Charlie was definitely the smartest choice I had ever made. Not only was my mother Renée happily traipsing around the continent with her husband and my stepfather Phil, but Charlie was happy as well. Every time I looked in his eyes I could see the joy and happiness my living with him had brought. It was pure love that shone through his features. Though, a few decent meals probably hadn’t hurt. I stifled a laugh. It was a wonder that either of my parents could get along without me. On the one hand, there was Renée, forgetful, as always, and on the other hand, there was Charlie, who couldn’t cook to save his life. Yes. It was definitely a miracle they were both still alive. A wave of happiness washed over my subconscious, submerging my mind with mental pictures of both my parents, grins plastered on their faces. I could feel my cheeks lift into a smile, then a second later fall into a frown. It was cruel what I was doing to them, though I knew it had to be done sooner or later. I had opted for later, Edward had insisted on sooner. His perfectly sculpted face had gazed at me for so long that I had eventually given in. And it was because of this I was in my current predicament. I sighed. It was amazing the control he could have over me. Not that I minded. Suddenly a loud bang made my fly off the mattress.
“Bella! I’m home!” Charlie’s voice floated up the stairs, followed by another loud bang as the front door swung shut. I froze in place, my mouth suddenly dry. There was silence and then, “Bella?” came again, this time colored with worry.
I cleared my throat and called back, “I’m upstairs!” My voice sounded panicked and unnaturally high, but Charlie must have been satisfied with the response because all I got in return was a, “mmm.”
I took several deep breaths and sat back down on the edge of the bed. My head creaked loudly as I turned to face the clock on my nightstand. Early. He was ten minutes early. That was ten minutes less to prepare, ten more minutes of panic. I stood up and shuffled to my closet, digging through the clothes that cluttered the shelves. I finally- after several minutes- found what I was searching for. I quickly stripped and threw on a new pair of jeans and the blue blouse Edward had once complimented. I was going to need all the help I could get, and the shirt was just another reminder of Edward’s presence. I became well aware of the CD still playing in the background, Claire De Lune now filling the empty silence. I peered back at the clock. Six minutes.
My heart sped up. Six minutes until my life changed forever. I looked down at my hands and allowed a small smile to play at my lips. Edward’s engagement ring was beautiful, even against someone as pale as me. Each tiny crystal glittered brightly in a way that reminded me of Edward himself. I looked back at the clock. Three minutes. It was amazing how time flew when one was dreading something.
At last I gave up. Whether I like it or not, I was out of time. It was now or never, and unfortunately I knew it had to be now. I crossed my bedroom slowly, wondering if it would ever be this way again. I stopped at the door, inhaled slowly, and descended down the stairs, taking each step with a measurable amount of care and precision. I couldn’t afford to injure myself now. In what felt like an eternity I finally reached the bottom of the stairs. I could hear shouting and then a whistle being blown in the next room, which could only lead me to assume Charlie was watching some sporting event. The clock on the wall chimed at the exact same moment the doorbell rang. Charlie’s voice came from the other room.
“Bella can you get that?”
“Yeah Dad,” though in all honesty, I wanted to walk the other way. What had Edward said once? Something about the screaming and the running? Well, I was fairly close to facing that reality. I sucked in some air and walked to the door. Stupid vampire. Why can’t he, for once, be fashionably late? My thoughts were cut short as I opened the door.
He stood there, hair dripping wet, my favorite crooked smile plastered on his face. His eyes were sparkling. No. Dazzling. Ever since that one fateful night I had agreed to marry him, his eyes had been filled with joy. Shining, almost like a candle that would never go out. I was in a daze, all train of thought frozen in place. He laughed quietly and strode across the doorway, pulling me into his arms. In a single instant I suddenly felt right. I felt home.
“You know,” he mused, “I am still very partial to the color with your skin.”
I blushed, as was expected, and grinned slightly. Even his compliments couldn’t shake me of my sense of foreboding. His grin fell slightly at the look on my face; I could only imagined how pained it looked.
“Bella,” he said, tracing the back of my hand with his fingers. “You don’t have to. You can still say no.”
But the look of agony in his eyes finally made me snap back to reality. I shook my head.
“No, this is what I want,” I said in a determined voice that pleased me.
His face relaxed slightly, though he still didn’t looked convinced. I smiled and pulled him into a hug, forgetting Charlie was in the other room. He returned the embrace, his head resting on mine.
“I’m going to miss this,” he admitted. “The warmth. You have no idea how calming it is.”
Of course he was speaking of my body heat. I couldn't help but grin even wider. For all the ways we were alike, we were polar opposites. If only he knew the joy his cold skin brought to me. The sense of serenity. The sense of security. The sense of peace. I raised my head and he gave me a gentle kiss on my forehead. It would have been a perfect moment had the TV in the other room not erupted in gleeful cheering. Charlie’s voice roared over the sound.
“Yes! Touchdown!”
Edward suppressed a smile and instead turned back to me, saying, “I sense now is a good time. He is in a good mood…. obviously.”
I didn’t need to read minds to know that. I bit my lip and said nothing. He was right. The perfect moment. I pulled out of his arms, keeping our hands interlocked and led him to the living room.
Charlie was draped over the couch, his eyes glued to the television screen. He peered at us as we entered the room and shifted so there was room for us to sit. I slowly drifted to the seat next to him; Edward followed. He stationed himself behind me, a hand resting on my shoulder in a reassuring way. The action did not go unnoticed by Charlie. He attempted to hide his embarrassment.
I grimaced. This was going to be harder than I thought. I weighed my options, and finally just leaned forward and pulled the control out of Charlie’s grasp. I flipped the switch and the TV went blank. Charlie’s face was pure disbelief and I felt Edward’s grip on my shoulder tighten. Charlie opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.
“Dad, I have something to tell you,” I said in a quiet voice.
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and then fear. I heard Edward’s low chuckle behind me. No doubt he had heard Charlie’s nervous thoughts. I took a deep breath and continued.
“Dad, in less than two months – August 13th to be exact- Edward and I…are going to be married.”
Charlie’s jaw dropped. Whatever he had been expecting, that clearly wasn’t it. I waited for the blow I was sure was coming.
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This post has been edited by SilverTalon: 23 April 2008 - 05:28 PM
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