Full Summary: AH, AU, IC/OOC. What happens when we are taken back in time to re-live the sinking of the Titanic? Bella is the rich British girl who can't wait to go home to England, and Edward is the rebel-ish trouble-maker along for the ride. Read diary entries and Bella's point of view on what happened before and after April 14, 1912. Note: BXE live. So that should help motivate you into reading it. Review!
P.S. Must read the AN at the bottom of the doc. after you read this chapter. Thanks!
April 8, 1912.
I will be aboard the ship by this time tomorrow. Oh, the butterflies I have in my stomach are so unsettling. The sun is bright today, so I am sitting out on the patio, this morning. I am watching the birds chirp, and the squirrels hop and jump around. Maryland has never been more beautiful, I swear it. Though, I am almost completely ready to get back to Southampton, England, where I belong. Father is more than delighted to start our new lives in a different country, and I would have to agree myself.
I met someone today too. His name was Jacob Black. Mother thinks that he is a strapping young fellow. He is quite descent, I must say, but I dunno, Diary. There is just something about him that I don't understand. He isn't like the rest of us at all. Of course, he has money, that isn't different, but...It's his character that is so odd. The way he speaks and acts is partly revolting. I would call him a creeper, if it was right for a lady of my being to do so, but it isn't. So I will keep my opinions to myself... for now.
It's almost time for tea with Mrs. Angela Weber, now. I will soon return tonight to write what we discussed. I can't wait, Diary. I just can't wait for tomorrow.
I closed the worn diary carefully, and placed it on the antique, white, side table at my left. I sighed, and twisted my wrist in a circle, hearing the low cracks coming from my joints. "Genna." I said, above my normal inside voice. My servent, Genna, came within seconds.
"Yes, Miss Swan?" She asked, then straightened out her ruffled skirts.
"Put on your nice petticoat's." I instructed, getting off the rocking chair, and inside the house. "We will be leaving for Mrs. Angela's today, and I dare not to be late." I explained. She nodded thoughtfully, and went into her alcove to grab her things.
I walked up the black, spiral, staircase and up into my bed chamber. The bed was held at the back wall, with the lacy canopy hanging from the cieling. My shelf was full of books, mostly written in Old English-of my liking.
I walked over to the silk, wood wardrobe located beside my desk and french doors, leading onto the balcony connected to my room.
"Corset." I mouthed, and I pulled open one of the draws and mingled my fingers through the different fabrics and laces. "Ah ha." I said aloud as I picked up the cream one with my left hand. "Genna!" I yelled down the stairs.
"Coming, Miss." She said, scurrying up the steps.
"May you please weeve the strings for me, Genna?" I asked, kindly.
"Of course, Isabella." She said, nodding. I turned around and pulled my pajama's off. "Arm's up." She said to me. I did as I was told. My hands went to my stomach, when she started pulling the laces together.
"All done." She announced. I sucked in a deep breath and nodded.
"Which ensemble must I wear?" I asked, thumbing through the different options on the rack inside of the wardrobe.
"The lavander one." She said quickly.
I slipped the dress on easily and looked at myself in the full length mirror. I didn't look terrible. There was something missing though.
I looked inside my full jewlry box and exclaimed with joy when I picked up the sterling silvers cross necklace that my mother had gotten me back on my thirteenth birthday. "My hair." I said to Genna. She ran behind me and tossed the curls high above my head.
"All ready, Miss Isabella." She said. I pinched my cheeks with my finger and thumb to give my transluctant skin some flavor.
"Alright." I agreed. And I walked down the staircase once again, and out into the front of the house, to get into the carriage.
"Hello, Miss Swan." Jenkins, the carriage driver, said with a tip of his hat and holding the door open for me.
"Good morning, Jenkins." I replied. Jenkins and Genna were married. Genna was older now. In her sixties, possibly. When she worked for my great grandmother, she was young and beautiful, but now, her circular face was like brown leather. Wrinkled, but soft in its own delicate way.
Genna sat beside me in the carriage when we got in. Jenkins closed the door slowly, and then hopped into the front and took the reins to control the black horses.
"Where to?" He asked, turning his torso around to look at me through the window.
"Mrs. Angela Weber's house, please?"
And we were off.
The cobbled roads were bumpy, and my chest heaved and bouced with the rhythem of the wheels. Genna, who sat beside me, was looking intently out the window.
The carriage went faster, once we hit the main road filled with wooden shops and diners. The crack of the whip on the horses buttocks could be heard from yards away.
"Anything interesting out there that I should know about?" I asked Genna.
She wrinkled her brows and shrugged and shuck her head.
I looked out of the other window, and squinted. It was so sunny today. The gleaming light showed through the trees, and made shadows along my face as I pressed my eyes at the people we passed.
And out in the distance, I saw a boy. No, a young man. He was running too, from what though? He kept going. Keeping his head turned behind him, and running forward. Headed towards our carriage.
"Stop!" I screamed before the guy's body could collide with the trampling horses hooves. "Stop the cart!" I commanded.
"Woahhh, steady!" Jenkins yelled, pulling hard on the reins.
The young man kept running, though. He had missed our horses by just a few inches, but never looked my way. His face was turned forward now, and soon, he was out of sight.
I shuck my head viciously and breathed deeply, trying to obtain and categorize what had just happened. "Is everything okay, Mrs. Swan?" Jenkins asked, turning around to face me.
"Yes." I said, holding myself together with my arms wrapped around my waist. "Let's go. I shall not be late." I said.
"Alright..." Jenkins said, in an unsure tone. I groaned and put my hand on my forehead and tried to relax.
Who was the guy? Someone who lived or worked in the village? What was he wearing? Brown cotton work pants, a cream flannel shirt, with a brown vest on top of that, and boots. Dirty boots. Dirt covered, steel toed, filthy boots.
What was he running from? There wasn't anyone behind him... How odd. How strange. And why did I care?
I couldn't answer that question. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't take my wandering mind away from the boy's face. The way his tight jaw was set crisp, and angled so nicely. His bronze hair blowing all around his face from running. The perfect nose, and pale skin. The toned arm muscles, and the way he ran... So fast, but gracefully. Jumping over piles of leaves and holes as he went.
"Peculiar." I said, absentmindedly.
"What was that, Miss-"
"Nothing." I said abruptly, too abruptly.
The rest of the ride was pretty much silent. I looked at the flowers and the different shades of cobbles on the road. I thought of the boy.
"We're here." Jenkins announced, as we pulled into Angela's drive way.
I loved the sight I got whenever I visited Angela at her house. It was like a cottage, with wooded walls and stoned walkways. There was a wishing well in her front yard and a small bird fountain too. I smiled as I saw the little blue birds pirch on the side of the bath and gaze at the low waves inside its bowl.
Genna go out of the cart and ran to my side to open the door. I stepped out quite gracefully, to my delight, and I walked steadily up the stairs and knocked on the door. "Coming!" Angela's angelic voice called from the other side of the door.
I placed my hands in front of me, and bowed my head, looking at my feet and studying the different patterns in my leather square-toed heels.
"Oh, Princess Isabella! It's so devine to see you again!" Angela said, fluttering her hands around me, and pulling me into a tight hug. I patted her back and pulled her away slightly.
"Shh, Angela. Don't call me Princess out here. The last thing I need is the poparatizi banging on my ivry door in the middle of the night." I grumbled the last part so lowly that I wondered if she even heard me.
"Oh! Of course, of course. No harm done." She stuck her head out of house a little and looked at her neighbors yards on both sides of her. "All clear." She stated.
I nodded and smiled at her. "Oh, I have been so rude, Good morning Mrs. Genna." Angela said, holding out her hand to the servent I had forgotten about beside me.
"Pleasure to see you again, Mrs. Weber." Genna said kindly.
"Pleasure is all mine. Come on Bella. I just put on a spot of tea in the supper area. Please join Benjamin, while I tie up your carriage behind the shed." She said fastly.
"No need to do that, Angela. Genna and Jenkins are leaving. They will be back to pick me up at six tonight." I said, turning my gaze to Genna now, "Right...?" I asked sternly.
"Y-Yes, of course, Miss Isabella." She said, with a slight bow of her head.
"Alright, carry on now." I said, waving my hand off to the cart in her general direction.
Angela placed her hand on the small of my back and led me into her supper area. I saw Benjamin at the table reading a book, and so I snuck up behind him, after Angela had left to go to the kitchen, and yelled quite loudly, "Hello!"
"Ugh! Miss Swan! You always surprise me!" He said, jumping in his seat. He stood up quickly and brought me into a hug. What was up with this couple and their hugging?! I wondered. I planted a kiss on both of his cheeks, while he did the same to me, and I smiled at him.
"You look great, Isabella. Haven't changed, or gained an ounce, I can see." He pointed out, looking at me from all of the different angles.
"You don't look too bad yourself." I said with a wink in my right eye. He laughed at me, and we both sat down and waited for Angela to come in with the tea.
She owned fine china and the tea was perfect. Home made, and sweet. It was hot too. Very hot. Like, burn-your-tongue-wanna-jump-into-a-lake hot.
"So Isabella, what have you been up to lately?" She asked with a sip of her tea.
I smirked a bit and chuckled. "Oh tell me what it is." She pleaded.
"Well..." I began, "My parents want me to marry Prince Jacob Black II." I stated truthfully.
Angela's mouth fell open and I took a huge gulp of the tea, then regretted it when my throat started burning. I pressed a hankie against my mouth, trying to muffle the little screams that were trying to erupt.
"Is he dashing?" She asked, completely interested.
"Not really. I mean, he is okay... I guess. But I don't love him..."
"Oh my..." She said breathlessly. "So what are you going to do?"
I shrugged my shoulders. I really hadn't given much thought to it. "I really don't know. I will probably start thinking about it once I get back to England."
Angela's face turned saddened and Ben to a huge breath, but didn't take his eyes away from his book, even though I knew he was listening.
"I'm going to miss you so much." Angela said, I sob inside her voice.
"I'm going to miss you too, Angela..." I said, pulling her into a deep hug from across the little table.
I could feel her tears on the sleeve of my dress, and I pulled her back to look at me. She had tear marks on her inflamed cheeks and her lips were a bit swollen. "Let's talk about something different." I said to her, rubbing my hands up and down her shoulders.
"Alright. So... Anything happen today?"
The running boy... "Yes, something quite weird happened today, actually." I said, looking down at my tea on the table.
"Well, what was it?" She asked.
"There was this boy running today. And... He was running so fast, and wasn't even looking straight... He almost ran into my carriage. I had to stop it before he nearly killed himself."
"Hmm. What did he look like?" Angela asked me after a little silence.
I described what he was wearing and the way his face was formed, pretty much everything that I saw. I put every sentence into great detail, and then Angela gasped. "Edward Cullen." She said flatly.
"Who?" I asked, my eyes becoming wider.
"My neighbors son. He is always stirring up trouble." She said, looking at me straight in the eye.
"Can we go see if he is home?" I asked.
Angela didn't say anything, and I had nearly forgotten that Benjamin was sitting right next to me, until he spoke, "I think it's an okay idea."
"Thanks, Benjamin. Come on Angela." I said anxiously, getting up from my seat, and pulling her up by her hands.
We walked towards the huge white house next to the right of Angela's, and then we rang the door bell.
We both waited paitently, but nothing happened. No one was home, I supposed. My eyes drooped when we started walking back to Angela's house. "I'm sorry, Isabella. He mustn't be home."
But I was snapped out of the depressed mood when I heard some yell in a strong english accent, "Hello?!"
I turned to see the same boy standing in the doorway, looking around to see who was just now at his house.
"Over here!" I exclaimed, waving my hand, then picking up my skirts to run up his stairs to the porch.
"Well, good morning." He said. "What did I win two beautiful girls for?" He asked. Great, he had a sense of humor. "Oh my, hello Angela." He said, smiling smuggly at her. "Forgive me, I had forgotten that you were married."
"It wouldn't be the first thing that I would have to forgive you for." She said with a dark tone to his face.
He chuckled at her and then his eyes turned to mine. "So, who must you be. Oh! You are the frantic girl in the carriage that about almost knocked me dead!"
I laughed at his words and then placed my hands on my hips. "If it wasn't for you being so utterly absurd, and actually keeping your eyes in front of you, I wouldn't have had to save your life!" I snapped. "You owe me an apology."
"Well, if it wasn't for you," he said, digging in his left pocket of the ugly brown trousers, "then I wouldn't have gotten this!"
There he held, a first class ticket to the Titanic. Free suite, and dining. I wasn't surprised. I had one of those too. "You stole thatf." I said, flatly.
"Sure did." He said, smiling.
"You were right, Angela. He doesn stir up trouble. Let's leave before Benjamin and my husband, Jacob, get worried."
Angela eyed me suspiciously at what I said about Jacob, but she nodded and we turned around to walk down the steps, leaving Edward behind.
"Can't wait to see you again." He called as we started heading into Angela's house.
"How was Ol' Eddie-do-good's house?" Benjamin asked once we walked through the door.
We said at the same time.
Genna and Jenkins came to pick me up later on in the evening, and once I got home, I ran up to my room, threw off my dress and layed face down in the pillow on my bed.
My diary had been moved to my night stand, so I picked it up lazily, and grabbed a feathered pen, and started to write EVERYTHING that had happened today.
April 8, 1912. (Continued.)
I hope everyone likes this! It was a really long first chapter, and I have been thinking about this prompt for so long. I won't be continuing The Last Lecture for a while, because it's not that popular. But I would like to see this story with just as much reviews as We Will Never Forget. Thank you everyone. And, I know I have a LOT of people on Author Alert, so if you think I should continue the story, then REVIEW!!