It reached 43 degrees today in Melbourne. For a displaced Canadian that is WAY too hot! I can't sleep in the heat so I'm writing this one shot.

I've always wondered what Edward was thinking when Bella found him in Italy. This is my take on it. Hopefully Edward is IC.

If any of you are also reading my story "Pieces" chapter 4 is coming. I'm having some trouble getting Edward to talk to me but he'll come around.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.


I stood in the shadows, waiting. In a few minutes this miserable existence of mine would come to a merciful end. Soon, it would cease to hurt because I wouldn't be able to think of her anymore.

The thought made me wish the clock would hurry. It was just prolonging the inevitable. Once I stepped into the sun the Volturi would make sure I never saw the light of day again.

The seconds ticked by, excruciatingly slow. Really, what was I waiting for? For seven months I'd been without her. Knowing she was alive and going about her life was the only thing that kept me going. Though no one would say I had actually been living. What use was there in my life when the single most beautiful thing had gone out of it?

I'd turned into a shell of my former self. Unable to do more than barely function. Hunting became a chore and I couldn't be near my family. I knew they were worried but I didn't care. Even now I only felt the smallest twinge of regret, knowing my death would upset them. But I knew they would be able to carry on without me. Ultimately it didn't matter. Nothing mattered without Bella.

Strange, it seemed I could hear Bella crying out my name. I shrugged it off. It wouldn't be the first time I imagined her calling to me since our separation. The clock tolled, indicating it was noon. Finally, this would all be over soon. I took one step towards the light.

"No! Edward, look at me!" Came her voice again, sounding more frantic. I ignored the voice and prepared to take the last step out into the sunlight.

A body collided hard against mine. The familiar, torturous scent that was uniquely Bella instantly washed over me. Bella. My arms went around her before she could fall. How could Bella be here? I opened my eyes to confirm that it was actually her.

There she stood, her deep brown eyes looking anxiously up at me. Her beloved face, still exquisite despite her troubled expression. The Volturi certainly were talented. I had expected there to be a degree of pain but instead I was greeted with the sight of my angel. I must be in heaven. Carlisle was vindicated, I wouldn't be in heaven if I didn't have a soul.

"Amazing." I said to the angel. "Carlisle was right."

"Edward," She was out of breath but tried to speak quickly, "You've got to get back into the shadows. You have to move!"

It was odd and endearing that even in heaven Bella was worried for me. She was pushing at me but there was no point to moving now. I could even feel her heart racing. I raised my hand to caress her cheek. She was warm, just like I remembered. With her back in my arms, the missing piece of me was restored. God was good indeed.

"I can't believe how quick it was. I didn't feel a thing – they're very good." I ruminated as I closed my eyes and kissed her silky hair. "Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon they beauty." I recited to her as I breathed in her scent, venom pooling in my mouth. I found it peculiar that my version of heaven would include Bella's irresistible aroma. A pain and pleasure in one. Hell and heaven together.

"You smell just exactly the same as always. So maybe this is hell. I don't care. I'll take it." I didn't truly believe this could be hell. Not with Bella beside me for eternity. I vaguely wondered where we were. It looked just like the same alley where I'd died.

"I'm not dead." The Bella-angel said hurriedly. "And neither are you! Please Edward, we have to move. They can't be far away!"

Her words confused me. Not dead? Were the Volturi playing some sort of cruel joke?

"What was that?" I asked for clarification. Bella was squirming in my embrace, panic clear in her voice.

"We're not dead, not yet! But we have to get out of here before the Volturi--"

Not dead. It would explain the painless death, Bella's scent, and the fact that we were still in the alley. All at once, the truth dawned on me. I snatched Bella away from the edge of sunlight, spinning her so she was safely behind me.

Two cloaked figures came towards us. I could feel Bella shaking behind me. I wanted to tell her there was nothing to fear. I had her, my life, my salvation back and there was nothing the Volturi could do to take her away from me.

As the Volturi neared, my body tensed and I prepared to fight.

A/N: Thanks so much for reading. Reviews are greatly appreciated.