Author: jlho PM
Edward & Bella are soul mates who have been separated for over a century. Will this lifetime finally reunite them? ON HIATUSRated: Fiction M - English - Drama/Romance - Edward & Bella - Chapters: 15 - Words: 72,495 - Reviews: 121 - Favs: 129 - Follows: 143 - Updated: 01-07-11 - Published: 08-29-10 - id: 6282854
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A/N: As you all should know, S. Meyer owns all these awesome characters, I'm just putting them in a different context-trying not to step on anyone else's toes. If I have, it was not my intent. Thanks for reading!
Endless crimson splatters coated the tiny dim room. Varying patterns of copious blood had etched their way into the walls, the bed, it ingrained upon everything it touched. The smell of it sickeningly familiar.
The rivers meeting and pooling into innumerable deltas, ebbing and slowly congealing as they left her primitive wounds. Her once bright eyes, that would never be known to me again, sealed away her secrets.
The oil lamps had all but run out. Just the faintest glow amplified her now sullen and lifeless cheeks. I paid no attention to the other corpse that lay just across the room, for his death was his blessing.
Glancing at her again, the rage had resurfaced taking all of my sanity with it.
My head was blazing, the heat of the anger mixed with the alcohol that swam in my now boiled blood was almost too much to keep me standing upright.
Unrelenting tears, seared my injured face as they fell. My breaths were coming rapidly, and then they wouldn't come, the depraved scene unraveled quickly, swallowed by the darkness.
"Mr. Cullen?" This was the fourth time the same stewardess had interrupted my train of thought.
"Yes?" I asked trying to sound polite as I could, even though I was in anything but an accommodating mood.
Her mind quickly flashed the seatbelt sign. "We will be landing shortly Sir, and the captain has..."
"Of course." I said, glancing briefly at the orange instructional light, attempting tokeep up appearances. I fastened my belt, "My apologies."
"No problem. Thank you."
It wasn't that I didn't enjoy reading minds, it was a gift after all, but it would surely cut out a lot of mindless banter and causal pleasantries I am forced to perform on a daily basis, if I could be forthcoming about it. Think of all the shallow, lip service compliments and meaningless conversations that could be done away with. I believe my side of the conversation would go something like: "I already know that you despise me, my work, and are thinking about the 'amazing' woman that you nailed last weekend instead of editing my book, so lets just part ways now. Shall we?" Instead, I have to suffer through, smiling and spewing out niceties to people I would sooner feed to ravenous wolves than speak to. Although, my little talent has led to much of the success I currently have. I'd give it up, without a fraction of a thought, in a breath, for a single minute with...
"What?" I replied exasperated.
"It's time to disembark the plane." spoke the small and somewhat frightened voice of the incessantly interrupting flight attendant. She was right. I was so immersed in my own thoughts, that I didn't notice the steadily diminishing ones around me. There were just a few now circling the cabin. I ignored them as most were threaded with the annoyance of having to wait for me. I smiled inwardly and took as long as I possibly could extracting my laptop from the overhead bin.
I meandered my way through the large airport, the thoughts pummeled me as I arrived at baggage claim. Except for people's thoughts that I actually managed to tune into rather than away from, hearing them as for as long as I had, it was nothing butwhite noise anymore. Just as I bent over to grab my exceptionally large suitcase from making yet another round on the overcrowded carousel, the most familiar thoughts I have ever known registered.
"How did you fit everything you need into one small suitcase? Please tell me there is more being flown in?"
I smiled slightly. "Hi Alice." I said without turning around.
"You know, it's rude to address a person you're not looking at big brother. You'd think all the years you've spent hobnobbing would have taught you some manners!" she chided me silently.
I turned quickly dropping the luggage and stooped over to embrace her. She was still as fiery as I remember her. Her cropped hair and petite features were a settling sight, and I have felt anything but lately. "Welcome home" she whispered.
I was confused by her words. I was coming here from New York to relax and unwind my overworked brain from my last promotional tour and had no intention of taking up permeant residence. In fact, I had been quite content at the thought of residing at the Four Seasons Maui for my extended vacation. However, Alice had begged me to stay with her family in Seattle instead, citing that my nephew Nate would be 'crushed' if I didn't. Alice was indecently good at laying on a guilt trip, which I had literally and figuratively packed my bags for.
It wasn't as if my reoccurring torture was going to suddenly cease because I was more tan than a bronzed god, lazily sipping Mai Thais, and gazing out at the Pacific. The visions would play on no matter where I was. They were an all consuming punishment from which I was not permitted to escape.
Even in death.
A/N: Okay people, go easy on me. This is my first dive into a fan fic and I am in desperate need of a beta. Anyone want to volunteer let me know. Reviews would be helpful :)
Oh, and I am not sure how to label this other than all human, ooc, non cannon. Thanks.