|Life After Death
Author: urcoolcarrie PM
Sequel to Death Wish. Bella is now a vampire, and the Cullens have to leave Forks. Right as they are getting used to life with the Denali clan, an unexpected visitor comes.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Edward & Bella - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,157 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 09-19-08 - Published: 08-24-08 - id: 4497087
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Authors Note: Hello Everyone! Long time no see! I'm so excited to be writing a sequel. You have absolutely no idea! :)
Summary: Sequel to Death Wish. Bella is now a vampire, and the Cullens have to leave Forks. Right as they are getting used to life with the Denali clan, an unexpected visitor comes.
Halo Chick has so graciously agreed to edit another story for me. Thanks a bunch!
As a side note, you will see the words "cool beans" in this chapter. This relates to an inside joke between my friend Coconuts and I, and she made it up, so it belongs to her. :) Thanks for the laughs, Coconuts. you make me smile. :)
Just to let you know, school is starting tomorrow, so don't expect updates way too often. I will try to get a chapter up every week, but if it goes to two, i will have an authors note explaining what has happened to me. I will not, however, be one of those writers who don't complete a story. That just doesn't make much sense to me. So don't worry, you are safe with me. :)
Just remember, this is the sequel to Death Wish, so if you haven't read that, I highly recommend doing so before you read on.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Stephenie Meyer owns everything. Except, of course, the "cool beans" saying. That belongs to Coconuts. ;)
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Edwards Point of View
"I'm sorry I have to leave, love," I explained for the thousandth time. "If I weren't there, people would get suspicious."
"I know. Don't worry." The fake grin that spread across her face made me feel horrible. I know she hated it when I left her, but I had to go.
"I'll be back soon," I said, kissing the top of her head. "I love you."
"I love you too, Edward." My dead heart swelled up when she said my name. Her voice made it music.
I let go of her hand, reaching up to gently touch her face, before maneuvering myself out the door and into the Volvo, where Alice and Jasper were waiting.
We pulled out of the driveway, and in no time at all we were in front of Forks' only cemetery.
I could hear Rosalie's annoying voice before we were out of the car.
"Why do we have to go to this stupid thing? She's not even dead."
I rolled my eyes and pace over to Carlisle's Mercedes, where Emmett, Esme, and Carlisle were all standing around Rosalie.
"You know we have to do this to keep up the façade," Carlisle explained to Rosalie, gently rubbing her shoulder.
She shrugged out of his touch. "Whatever," she mumbled. Normally, I would try to read her mind to figure out what was bugging her, but I didn't want to be inside her disgusting head right now. Besides, it was obvious that the only reason she was acting this way was because she was going to a fake funeral for someone she hated.
We all stood there for a moment, trying to put on some sad masks. We all knew Bella wasn't dead-she was back at home, waiting for us. This made it hard-especially for me-to pretend, because in order for others to believe it, I had to live it, and that tore me apart.
I looked up to find six pairs of eyes staring at me. Apparently I looked more sorrowful than I had intended.
Are you okay? Alice thought.
"I'm fine," I told not only Alice, but everyone else as well, for they were all thinking the same thing.
I began walking; shoulders slumped, toward the empty casket that was going to be lowered into the ground soon.
I barely noticed that the others were following me. I kept telling myself that Bella was dead, and I was beginning to believe it. She's still alive, I told myself. I sighed. This had better be quick. I wanted to go home and hold Bella in my arms; to know that everything was just fine.
We made it to the little piece of grass that was reserved for Bella. I looked around at all the circle of people, and saw that all of Bella's friends and family were here- or, at least, all but one. The werewolf was nowhere in sight. Jessica had her arms around Mike, softly sobbing into his shoulder. It didn't surprise me that Mike was also crying. I couldn't blame him, though. If all this was real, I would also be crying, maybe not with tears, but crying all the same.
Next to them, the rest of Bella's friends stood: Angela, Ben, Tyler, even Lauren. My eyes moved to follow Carlisle and Esme as they went to stand by Charlie and Renee. Charlie looked sleep deprived. It was hard not to believe he was human and not vampire. His face was almost as pale as ours, with dark shadows under his eyes. His hands were shaking. Renee grabbed his hand and squeezed it. She looked just as bad, if not slightly worse.
Renee silently let go of Charlie and went to stand in front of everyone, by the casket.
"Hello everyone," she began. "Thank you for coming." She sighed as the tears began to flow from her bloodshot eyes. "I would just like to say that Bella was the best thing that has ever happened to me." Her voice broke. She breathed out a large puff of air, and started again. "I don't know how I could have lived without her guidance. She was always so much older than me in so many ways. I only wish that I could have given her as much as she's given me. She will always have a piece of my heart." Renee backed away from the front, giving the spot to someone else.
Charlie went next. He didn't have much to say other than he was happy she had come to live with him and sad to see her gone.
It continued like this, everyone having their chance to say goodbye, for a while longer. After Bella's family and school friends, Carlisle went up, followed by Esme, Alice, and Jasper.
Emmett brushed Jasper's arm as he went to say what he had to say. When he turned to face everyone, he looked angrily over at mike, who was whispering to Jessica. He noisily cleared his throat, trying to get Mike's attention. When the boy didn't look back up, Emmett spoke up.
"Shut up! That is so not cool beans!" Everyone look up at him, including Mike, in shock. Cool beans? I love him, I really do, but sometimes I think my brother is the most brain dead person I've ever met. I rolled my eyes and looked at the dry grass at my feet.
"Anyway," he said, not skipping a beat. "What I was going to say was that Bella was, and always will be, like a sister to me." Oh my god. Not this again. Emmett doesn't tell very good inside jokes. "Her heart may not be beating anymore, but I believe that she will always be with us in one form or another." He continued like this, saying things that only we vampires could understand for a while longer, before finally moving back to his spot on the edge of the circle.
Rosalie didn't get up-she just stood with her arms crossed, staring at nothing in particular. Charlie asked if I had anything to say. I shook my head and crossed the circle, heading over to a large tree about a hundred yards from everyone. I sat down and tried to look sad. It wasn't very hard; I was already suffering from anguish because I wasn't with my love.
After everyone except for my family and a couple of people from the funeral agency had left their flowers and gone home, Carlisle came over to me, followed by Alice. In the background, I saw Rosalie hit Emmett on the back of the head and scold him.
"Come on, son. Everything's alright. Let's get you home so you can see Bella."
That immediately brightened my mood. I stood up and shook off the stupor, coming back to reality. I ran, too fast for human eyes, to my Volvo. I shoved the key into its slot and sped away.
When I pulled into the garage, I saw Bella waiting for me on the steps. I pushed the car door open, and met her halfway with a tight hug. I squeezed her hard. I dug my face into her hair and took a deep breath. Though she wasn't human anymore, she still smelled so sweet. It wasn't her blood that sent such a sweet fragrance through my veins, it was just her. I put my hands on her face, and placed my lips softly on hers, wallowing in the sensation.
"How was my funeral?" she asked against my lips.
"Dreadful," I said, kissing her again. "It's a good thing I don't have to go through that twice."
"Ya," she sighed, completely giving in. Our lips became more urgent; our hands moving to one another's hair. I found myself thanking everything in this world that we didn't have to breathe, so that we wouldn't have to break this kiss. The feeling of her hands tangled in my hair, securing my face to hers; of her lips moving so perfectly with mine; of her body against every line of mine. It was a sensation I would give anything for.
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