Hello. If you're not one of my long-term readers, my name is LupsandTnks and I love to write. This is just a story that came to me as I was reading Eclipse. Do not be worried, for there are no spoilers what-so-ever... EXCEPT for one, but it doesn't mean anything important. If you haven't read Eclipse, you wont even notice it. And, if you have, you would have to have a keen eye to notice it. So, I'm just going to shut up and let you read it now.
I hope it reminds you of your modern day love triangle, as well as your favorite Shakespearian tragedy. To all my new readers, I hope this story will motivate you to go read my other accomplished works, and to all my devoted fans, I hope this story doesn't dissapoint.
ACT 1: SCENE 1.
Isabella Swan sat on the edge of her seat, leaning slightly forward. She held one hand flat on the table, while the fingers of her other hand,at her neck, clenched tightly around the chain of her necklace. The table in front of her was covered with a thin layer of dust that seemed to dance with the glimmer of the candle- the only thing that disturbed the dust.
The stone walls around her caught the light and held her shadow captive. The room where she sat was empty of any other furniture, partly because there was no use -or even enough room- for anything else here. The walls were curved into a half moon shape; the only door at the end, facing Isabella. A single window, small but stained with edges of colour, was on her right, and she stared absent mindly at the full moon. There was no noise to be heard from outside, or vise-versa.
There was a light knock at the door and a creak as it opened. Isabella adjusted her eyes as they took in her mother. Isabella did not speak. Renee, Isabella's mother, came in and sat in the empty chair across from her. They stared at eachother for a moment, and then Renee sighed.
"You could of acted more warmly towards him." Renee smiled smugly.
"I was as warm as I possibly could be, mother. It's a little hard when I don't even like the boy." Isabella smiled at that last part, dropping her hand from her neck and resting it in her lap.
"I could see that. We all could. It is still possible that the poor young man might come back. Don't give me that look Isabella. You are almost eighteen years old, well old enough to get married."
"Yes, but mother-"
"I know you would like to find true love or what nonsense somewhere, but dear.. there is no such thing." Renee let out a deep breath. " Look around you, Bella. Look at where we live. A mother and her teenage daughter living alone in this village. We have no income, and soon our savings will be lost. I would like to dream with you, but..." She glanced around. Renee looked as if she wanted to lean her arm on the table but thought better of it when she noticed the dust. Isabella lifted her hand off the table, leaving a perfect handprint free of dust. She looked at her palm and then wiped it on the hem of her dress.
"I'm being selfish aren't I?" Isabella whispered. Renee didn't answer. Isabella swept her hand to her hair and pulled the pin out, letting her long dark hair curtain her ashamed face. She kept her fingers tightly around the wooden pin. "Alright mother, I'll give this boy-"
"Micheal." Renee whispered.
"Micheal. I'll give.. him a chance." She let out a breath of frustration. "I'll try harder." Renee stood up.
"Excellent. I will contact the Newtons tonight and invite them for tea tomorrow." She walked around the table and kissed her daughter on the forehead. "It's for the best." She whispered before lightly walking to the door, closing it silently behind her.
Isabella took in a rush of air and tried to control herself. She looked out the window for another long moment before collapsing on the table and crying herself to sleep.
ACT 1: SCENE 2.
"It's nice to meet you again." Isabella murmered quietly as she rested her hand in Micheals. She tried to smile.
"Always pleased to see you." Micheal said shyly, smiling happily before kissing Isabella lightly on the hand. Isabella could not help but blush. She sighed when Micheal's smile grew more pronounced when he noticed the change in Isabella's facial colour.
"Good. Who would like some tea?" Renee said loudly from the centre of the living room. Isabella noticed that her mother was wearing her best dress. She let go of Micheals hand and walked towards the chesterfield (couch in old Canada/England) and lifted her skirt, sitting down as politly as possible. Inside, she was screaming for her sanity to stay in tact.
"Micheal darling, wont you tell Isabella about your fabulous cricket game this weekend..." Micheal's mom asked her son before taking a sip of tea. Oh, no... Micheal turned to Isabella with a hopeful smile and began to talk. Isabella tried to pay attention at first, nodding at all the right moments. But, after a few moments of his timid voice, Isabella started thinking about her bed upstairs and her nice warm sheets, and how nice it would be to wake up with a man beside her in the morning. Her mind altered and she could see a large bed - much more inviting than her own- and she was there, wrapped in the strong arms of a tall muscular man. She could almost see his face and she noticed that she was naked there. Her blood came rushing to two ends of her body and she sighed.
"Bella? I think she's asleep."
"Isabella Swan!" Renee's voice struck into Isabella's mind causing her to jump in surprise. She opened her eyes and noticed she was on the floor. Embaressed, she quickly stood up and looked around. Her mother was completly angry, her eyes almost slits. Isabella grimaced and looked to Micheal. He had a hurt look on his face, but it quickly shifted to defeat. He turned to his mother and tried to smile.
"Mother, I'd like to leave now." He whispered, bowing towards Renee and then to Isabella, he turned around and left without waiting for his mother. Isabella looked at Mrs. Newton.
"I didn't really mean to fall asleep. I just don't like cricket." Isabella whispered. Mrs.Newton smiled kindly.
"He really does like you, Isabella. He'll come around." She looked towards Renee. "I'll see you at church on Sunday."
When the Newtons had left, Renee turned to her daughter.
"Never have I been more ashamed to have you as a daughter."
"No. Listen to me. You are taking your life for granted. I've made up my mind."
"Isabella, it's time for me to stop suggesting marriage to you. Obviously you do not have any interest in the boys in this village." She let out a sigh.
"I'm sorry, mother."
"It's alright. But, you are going to get married. I recieved a message from your father in London. He suggested that maybe... maybe you would go stay with him."
"Really! Oh, mother that would be amazing. There are so many men in the city, I would not ---"
"No, Bella. You will be going there, but you know your father. He's got a reputation in the city, and isn't likely to let you choose. Actually, he has already found the perfect young man for you."
"Yes, this boy's got money, Bella. His family is very close to your father's. You might remember him: Jacob. Jacob Black." Isabella didn't answer. She couldn't hide her face of the disgust that crept into her thoughts. She cried out and fell to the stone floor and wept.