Disclaimer: I don't own anything from or associated with Twilight by the absolute genius Stephenie Meyer, though I think we all wish we could own Edward. However, this is an original plot and the thoughts are mine so please respect that. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! R&R – Laura
A/N: This is just a little idea I had that I'm working on developing into a story. I know this chapter is really short, I'll try to make up for that in chapter 2. By the way, if you're interested in reading one of my original works about vampires, you should read The Existence at 1- Perfect
The music was playing, droning out a slow sappy tune, but I couldn't hear anything. All I could hear was my heart hammering in my chest, my uneven breathing, and his beautiful melodic voice low in my ear. I hung onto every word he said as we danced. He held me close, so dangerously close, I could count the flecks of gold in his unbelievably gorgeous eyes.
A part of me knew what was happening, what was real, but the other part of me, the part that was completely doubtful wondered if I was ever going to wake up from this amazing dream. I had to keep reminding myself that Edward was indeed real, and at the same time, definitely surreal. He was so perfect it was unnatural, which only made sense because as he whirled me past Alice he flashed her a toothy grin and his razor sharp, gleaming white teeth showed. Yes, I reminded myself, no human could ever be so breathtaking. His icy fingertips brushed across my cheek, wiping a stray curl away from my face. I found myself lost in his honey eyes.
I hadn't even realized we were still moving, in fact as far as I was concerned time had stopped a long time ago. We were totally absorbed in each other. I could tell he was about to say something to me, but just as his mouth was by my ear ready to whisper, a terrible shrieking erupted from the microphone at the front of the room.
"Students, this will be he final song."
Groans echoed around the room. I sighed with relief. No more humiliation since I couldn't dance to save my life. Edward eyed me curiously.
"You want to leave." It occurred to me that wasn't a question.
I gave a weak smile. "Yes."
He gave his infamous, heart stopping, crooked smile knowing it was my escape attempt. "Well there's always senior prom."
I cut my eyes at him trying to muster up the meanest look I could. His half smile evened out into a wide grin.
He wrapped his arm around my waist and helped me hobble out of the gym's double doors. Once outside in the crisp, spring, night air, he swiftly picked me up and carried me to his car. We drove away in silence, each of s lost in our own thoughts. Finally he spoke.
I looked bewildered at him and at the same time, tried my hardest not to fixate on the speedometer, which was inching it's way over one hundred.
"For letting me enjoy watching you be human tonight."
"Well I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said a bit sharply.
"Aw don't be so bitter." He chuckled. "When that cast comes off I'll teach you how to dance."
I rather liked the idea of Edward teaching me how to dance, but the thought of embarrassing myself more than I already had in front of him made me reconsider.
I raised an eyebrow at the thought. "I honestly don't think I'm teachable. I might end up breaking the other leg."
"Oh on the contrary love, I am an excellent teacher, and would never let you break the other leg."
I laughed. He looked over at me, his golden eyes smoldering.
He spoke quite seductively. "Trust me Bella." He took my hand in his.
I spoke quietly. "Edward as much as you don't want to hear it, I would trust you with my life."
He fell silent for a moment and his voice suddenly took on a cold edge. "Let's not discuss that right now." He looked at me with an underlying sadness in his eyes, "Please Bella?"
I nodded my head. Maybe not tonight, but eventually we needed to talk about it. Before I even had time to realize it, I was once again in Edward's arms being carried to my front door. Once inside, Charlie greeted us looking half-asleep and didn't protest when Edward bent down lightly kissed me goodnight. Charlie helped me stumble up the stairs and then departed for his bedroom, not even bothering to interrogate me about my evening.
I flicked the light on in my room and looked to see Edward sitting on my bed, already changed, and pulling at the loose threads of my bed quilt. It had only been a few minutes since he had left me at the front door. He had become increasingly fast at going home and coming back. I smiled at his appearance. His usually perfect hair looked slightly windblown. I stared at him with a dazed expression.
"Fastest time yet."
He smiled. "I do try."
I sat down next to him and began pulling at the ribbon of my stiletto heel. I sighed as it slid off my foot and the pain ceased. I stood back up and reached behind me to tug at the zipper of my dress. I felt his cool hands brush mine away and start to unzip it. I could feel the red warmth creeping into my cheeks. He stopped halfway down my back and cleared his throat. The awkwardness between us was enormous. I muttered a thank you, picked up my pajamas from my dresser, and trudged my way to the bathroom.
I stared at the person in the mirror still unsure if it was actually me I was looking at. She looked elegant, graceful, definitely everything I was not. I took my hair down, letting my chocolate curls cascade down my back. Being after midnight, I had decided that it was too late to take a shower, and settled on washing the makeup off my face instead. I changed quickly into my pajamas, almost falling over in my moment of hurrying. I brushed my teeth briskly and began to make my way back to my room. I found Edward laying stretched out on my bed with his arms crossed over his chest. He raised his head and took in my appearance, a smile gleaming on his face.
He did his best Dracula impersonation. "Come into my lair my dear."
"You're real funny."
"Yes," he said still in his cheesy accent. His voice suddenly switched back to normal, and all seriousness came flooding back. "By the way, you look amazing."
"Shut up." I smiled as I felt my face grow hot.
I laid down next to him resting my head on his chest. I breathed, inhaling as much of his magnificent scent as I could. He ran his fingers through my hair, tugging playfully at one of my curls. He laughed as it sprung back into place.
I mused at the thought of me in hot rollers. "Remind me to thank Alice for helping me."
He laughed again. "Yes."
In a flash he was up flicking off the light and back in bed pulling me under the covers. He tilted my chin upwards and met my lips passionately. I rested my head once again on his chest and closed my eyes. His cool arms embraced me, and he began to trace soothing circles with his fingers on my back. How perfect this very moment was. I truly wished that time would just freeze and I could revel in this moment forever. As I began to drift to sleep his arms tightened around me and I could feel his cool breath against my ear. Very softly he whispered.
"Goodnight Bella. I love you."