A/N: It's been forever. Feel free to hate on me, but not too much. I'm small and cute :) There's really no excuse. I have multiple fics and a busy real are 4 chapters and an epi. I'm so sad to see it closing. This chapter is trippy. Edward is in another realm. I hope it makes sense. Please review. This is my Indie fic. I love when people read it and tell me their thoughts.
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In going from room to room in the dark,
I reached out blindly to save my face,
But neglected, however lightly, to lace
My fingers and close my arms in an arc.
A slim door got in past my guard,
And hit me a blow in the head so hard
I had my native simile jarred.
So people and things don't pair any more
With what they used to pair with before.
The Door in the Dark by Robert Frost
Dream realm (After shooting)
It was too dark to get a good look at the suspect. He was faster than me, but I was close to getting the drop on him. As I turned the corner, I felt a sharp blade enter my chest. Sputtering, I reached out, looking for help.
"Don't let him win. He's coming back soon. You have to get up, Mister. I can't carry you," a small voice whispered into my ear. It sounded like a child and somewhat familiar.
"Who are you?" I mumbled, trying to sit up. The darkness covered everything.
A small hand touched my face. "They call me Debra, but my real name is Isabella or Bella. We have to go. I can't let him hurt me anymore."
"B-Bella, my shortcake? Why do you sound like a child? You're scaring me. I don't understand what's going on. Where are we? Are you hurt?" I asked frantically.
It was so quiet that I began thinking that she'd disappeared, when all of a sudden, I heard a whispered, "Shortcake?"
Despite my fear, I chuckled. "It's my nickname for you. Don't you remember?"
"We have to go now," she screamed, using all her strength to get me to my feet. Embarrassed, I let the small body take a portion of my weight, glad for the help.
It felt like we were moving, but I still couldn't see anything. When I got a chance, I felt around in my jacket for my Glock. It wasn't there and neither was my wallet. My only hope was that backup was on the way. Bella sounded strange. I was worried that she'd hit her head or something.
After what felt like hours, we found a door. I could see a sliver of light peeking through at the bottom. Relieved, I reached forward to open it. As I did, I made sure to keep my arm around Bella's tiny waist.
Once the door was opened, I turned around so that I could see my shortcake. The nightmare in front of me almost made me lose my lunch. It was my Bella, but when she was teenager. Her body was all skin and bones, covered in bruises and dirt. The long chestnut hair that I loved so much was filthy and straw-like, clinging to her trembling shoulders.
What the fuck is this?
"I don't understand, but come on. I have to get you out of here."
She turned around, giving me a full view of the fresh, deep red cuts on her bony back. This time I did vomit. What kind of animal could to that to my Bella? It was then I realized that she wasn't wearing any clothes. I felt bad, but I couldn't look away.
"I can't go with you. He would kill you. Run. Go across the fields. If I make it, I'll meet you in the meadow," Bella whispered.
I reached forward to grab her, but my hand ran into iron. There was some type of invisible door. I began ramming it with my shoulder, almost going mad in my attempts to free her. She couldn't stay in that room with the killer.
"I'm not leaving you. Give me your hand. We can go together," I pleaded.
She shook her tiny head, eyeing me sadly. "This is my pain. I won't put it on you. Go now."
As she turned away, I saw a man with bright green eyes and a leering smile walk up behind her. He was a giant with large rough hands. As I watched in horror, he produced a horse whip and pushed Bella down onto the ground.
Whimpering, she fell down on her knees. The monster unbuckled his pants. I screamed, pounded, and clawed at the imaginary iron door to no avail. He was going to hurt her and there wasn't anything that I could do!
As Bella began to cry, a new wall formed. The last thing I saw was a tear escape her eye as she whispered, "Go, Edward."
Knowing that I'd failed; I curled up into a ball and cried like a baby. Then, I screamed her name until I was hoarse. It hurt too much to open my eyes, so I kept them closed. When I did dare to open them, I saw that the door was gone. My shortcake was locked away somewhere with that monster.
Groaning, I sat up and almost fainted when I saw my surroundings. I was in our childhood kitchen, just like my mom used to keep it. There was even light shining through the sunroof that she'd helped Dad design.
"Edward Anthony Cullen, you better not be sneaking a cookie. You'll ruin your dinner. You got the most ginger from my Irish, so I should have known you'd be the troublesome one. Lord, save me."
"Oh my god," I whispered, turning around.
It was my mother, Elizabeth, exactly as she'd been when I was thirteen. She even had on her favorite yellow sundress, and the light made her red hair glow like flames. I stared in horror as she began walking toward me.
First teenage Bella, and now my mom is alive? I'm in dreamland.
"You're a sight for sore eyes," she chortled, her green orbs gleaming.
"Mommy," I whimpered, reaching out to touch her.
She backed away. "I'm sorry, Eddie. Tis' not your time, honey. Your touch will only go straight through me, and you'll get a chill.. Don't think me rude. I love you. It hurts that I can't hold you in my arms."
I nodded, sitting down in the chair she offered. The kitchen smelled like lemon squares. They were one of my favorites as a child. While I tried to wrap my head around some things, Mom buzzed around the kitchen, occasionally stopping to stare at me or sigh longingly.
"You're so handsome. We only get small glimpses of our loved ones until they join us here. I miss you boys so much," she sighed, putting a fresh plate of lemon squares in front of me.
"Mmm, they taste exactly like I remember," I said after taking a huge bite.
She smiled lovingly. "Good. I haven't lost my touch. You stay here and eat. I'll get you some clean clothes. I can't stand to see that red blood on your chest."
I'd completely forgotten about being stabbed. Frightened, I took off my shirt so that I could probe my chest. There was blood, but he wound seemed to have healed. I still felt a little weak, but with every bite of lemon square, my strength began returning. By the time I cleared the plate, I felt top notch.
"I see you still have the same sweet tooth, Eddie. These should fit you perfectly," she said, handing me a pair of jeans and long sleeve shirt. I slipped them on as she made us tea.
After I was done, Mom took my bloody clothes and put them in a garbage bag. Then, we sat down to drink tea. It also tasted exactly like I remembered as a child. Even though I would have given anything to touch my mother, it was still nice just being here with her.
'Is this… Is this where you've been since…" I trailed off.
She nodded. "It's one of my places. Our souls can change locations with a thought. If I wanted to, I can think of the beach in Fiji where your Father and I honeymooned, and I'd be there. I'm not bound to anything the way you are, Eddie."
I clutched my teacup so hard that it broke. Mom stood up and got a towel so she could clean it up. I watched as she clucked about me being a 'messy boy' all the time. This whole thing was surreal. Bella would be thrilled to hear all about it.
"Bella," I screamed, standing up. "I have to help her! There's a murderer. He has her. She needs me."
"There, there, Eddie. Don't fret. Bella is fine in the real world, probably missing you something fierce. What you saw is the part of her that's dead and gone," Mom whispered, looking up at me.
"I want to stay with you, but I can't leave her. The Sleep Stalker isn't going to stop. Bella and countless other women's lives are in danger. I'm so sorry, Mom. I'm so sorry," I sobbed, collapsing into the chair.
She leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. It felt like someone holding a piece of really cold ice there, but it was something. I apologized for not saving her that night. She told me that there was nothing that I could have done, because it was her time.
"Close your eyes, Eddie. Let me sing to you, sweetheart."
I closed my eyes and whispered, "I love you, Mommy."
A few minutes later, Mom's harp and beautiful voice filled the air. "Sleep O babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall. Aoibheall from the grey rock comes, to wrap the world in thrall. A leanbhan O, my child, my joy, my love my heart's desire. The crickets sing you lullaby, beside the dying fire. Dusk is drawn and the Green Man's thorn is wreathed in rings of fog. Siabhra sails his boat till morn, upon the Starry Bog. A leanbhan O, the paly moon hath brimmed her cusp in dew and weeps to hear the sad sleep-tune, I sing O love to you."
As she sang, I began to sob harder. "The Gartan's Mother Lullaby. You used to sing it to us when we were little. Bye, Mom. We'll never forget you. Never."
"I love you, Eddie. Teach your Bella this song so that she can sing it to your little one. You're always in my heart. A mother's love is eternal. Go now. Walk until you see the meadow. The answers are there," she promised.
Suddenly, I heard loud beeping and what felt like a heavy blanket covering my body. The warm cozy kitchen disappeared and was replaced by my darkness. I crawled until my body encountered an object. It was another door.
When I opened it, I was in a morgue. All the Sleep Stalker's victims were lined up on tables. They were beautiful young women whose lives had been snuffed out too soon. I'd spent many long nights pouring over pictures and getting to know them.
"I'm sorry. I won't fail you again," I said, stopping to stare at each one of their faces.
After that, I walked for a long time. Then, I reached a glowing door. Not hesitating, I walked straight through.
It was the meadow, filled with flowers of every color imaginable. There were birds chirping and butterflies overhead. I stopped, staring in awe at the perfect sight. Nothing on Earth looked like this. Here, the colors felt real.
"You made it."
It was teenage Bella again, but she had on a beautiful blue dress. Her hair was clean, held up in a ponytail and there were no scars that I could see. The best part of all was the sparkle in her coffee brown eyes and the smile on her full lips.
"Can I hug you?" I asked, stepping forward.
She tilted her head, studying me for a minute. "No. You're weird, but I like you. Why are you here?"
I shrugged. "I'm not sure. I think I got hurt. I need to go home."
Bella smiled. "Just walk over to the pond. I have a blanket there for you. Go to sleep. When you wake up, she'll be here. You belong with her. I know that you're the reason that I'm finally free. Thank you, Edward Cullen."
I nodded and began walking to the blanket. When I looked back, teenage Bella was chasing butterflies. She looked so carefree and happy. Exhausted, I laid my head down, pulled the extra blanket up to my chin, and fell into a deep sleep.
"Edward, Edward, wake up. We don't have much time. He's here. You have to fight," Bella whispered, startling me out of my sleep.
I sat up, rubbing my bleary eyes. This time it was the actual Bella, as I knew her. I was so happy that I pulled her down for a kiss. She bit down softly on my bottom lip, using the tip of her tongue to explore my mouth. I caressed her back, pulling her tightly to me.
"Is this real? Why is that I can touch you?" I asked, warily.
"I'm dream walking. It's the only way I could find you. I'm so glad you're here. I miss you, Edward. You've been in a coma for four days. You have to fight to stay with us," she sobbed, squeezing me tightly.
I helped her up and started running, hand in hand. We ran through a bunch of dark forest until a hospital appeared. I stopped, suddenly feeling very tired. Bella grabbed my arm, trying to drag me into the front door.
"Hurry, he's behind us," she screamed, using all of her weight to pull me.
With my last bit of strength, I pushed her through the door and ran in the opposite direction. As long as I ran, the suspect would always hunt me. Bella had been brave and faced her demons-it was time for me to do the same.
When I got back into the forest, I felt around on the ground until I found a rock. The shadow figure was right in front of me. I threw a branch to divert his attention. Fortunately, he took the bait. By the time he saw me above him, it was too late.
"Die, motherfucker," I screamed, bashing him in the head over and over again with the rock until only bloody pulp remained.
After that, I began to sob. Everything was clear. The shadow was a mixture of Phil and the man who'd killed my mother. In that instant, I let all the guilt go. There was no way I could catch the Sleep Stalker until I let go of the past.
I didn't save Bella then, but I helped her in the long run. There wasn't anything I could do for my Mother, but now I knew that she was in a better place. After all these years, I finally felt at peace.
As I ran back through the woods, I heard my mother's whispers through the trees. She told me that everything was connected, and that if I was stuck, go back to the beginning. By the time I reached the edge of the clearing, all was silent.
I was so tired that I could only crawl through the hospital door. Thankfully, that was enough. I laid down and closed my eyes while doctors and nurses descended upon me. My journey was over. It was time to go home and catch the Sleep Stalker.
~~Real world (Edward awakes from coma)~~
The next time I opened my eyes, it was very bright. I wanted to sit up, but a sharp pain was coursing through my body. It even hurt to blink. Groaning, I reached out. It didn't take long for someone to take my hand.
"He's awake. Oh, Edward. Thank god," Bella whimpered, smothering me in kisses.
"I could never leave you. I love you, shortcake," I whispered, hoarsely.
Pretty soon, my room was filled with doctors and various family members. I saw Esme crying on Carlisle's shoulder as Jasper and Emmett smiled at me. Jake and the Captain were behind them, eying me worriedly. In my mind, I gave them a salute. In reality, it was a finger twitch.
After the doctors and nurses left, everyone moved forward. Bella tried to step away, but I squeezed her finger, letting her know I wanted her near. She smiled at me softly, running her fingers through my hair.
"I won't let anyone hurt you, Edward," she said, kissing me.
Carlisle chuckled. "Bella has been like a pitbull. I think the whole staff is afraid of her. She even did all your sponge baths."
"You did, baby?" I asked, looking proudly at my girl.
She blushed and nodded. "Some of those nurses are skanks. I wasn't going to let them see my boyfriend naked. I don't trust them."
Everyone laughed as my shortcake kissed me again. Maybe being sick wasn't such a bad thing after all. There were quite a few nurse fantasies that I'd love to play with Bella now that we were having sex. Hopefully, I'd heal quickly and catch the Sleep Stalker so that we could get to more fun sex.
"It would take more than a bullet to kill Agent Cullen," Captain Aro said, stepping forward. "Good to have you back, son."
"Good to be back, Captain."
Jake began laughing. "If all that damn junk food hasn't killed him yet, a gun sure as hell isn't going to do it. Don't ever scare me like this again, Partner."
"You love me," I teased, making kissing faces at him.
"I'm so glad you didn't die, bro," Em mumbled, stuffing his face with a donut. Nothing made my big bro miss a meal.
Jasper smacked him on the back of the head. "I'm glad, too. Imagine me having to go through life with just this oaf as a brother. Seriously, Edward, don't scare us like that again."
For the next hour, I was fussed over, teased, and kissed thoroughly. Then, the night nurse came to inform everyone that they had to leave. There were grunts, groans, and begging, but the nurse held her own.
Before he left, Captain Aro told me that they had the shooting suspect in questioning. He didn't want to burden me with too much and risk me falling back into the coma. I didn't argue but made him promise to fill me in as soon as possible.
Since Carlisle had medical friends all over and money to boot, Bella was allowed to stay with me. Everyone agreed that she was the best option. The Captain had men guarding our door and this part of the floor was on police lockdown. We were safe.
Bella washed my body and helped me into a fresh pair of pajama pants. I was as weak as a baby, but she was strong. Somehow, we did it. Then, she put on an old black and white movie. There was a spare bed set up for her, but she chose to lay by my side.
"I'm not crowding you, am I?" she asked, sweetly.
I shook my head. "You're perfect. In fact, I think Mr. Sparkly is healing faster than me."
My shortcake giggled. "You're so bad. Lily is looking forward to spending more time with Mr. Sparkly, but not right now. I'm just so glad you're back with us."
I smiled, closing my eyes. "I'll never leave you, Bella. I love you so much. We're going to solve the murders together, and then have a big wedding. You're it for me."
She sighed. "You're it for me, too, Edward. I love you, sweet man."
As sleep came to claim me, I heard my mother's soft soprano again. Murder and chaos were a part of my world but so was beauty and light. As long as I had my shortcake by my side and a sharp mind, I could do anything, including catch the Sleep Stalker and end the reign of terror.
Aoibheall - (EE-val) Meaning: the name of the queen of the northern fairies
leanbhan - (LYAN-uh-van) Meaning: little child, baby
Tearmann - (CHAR-uh-muhn) Meaning: sanctuary, refuge, or church land, name of village near Lough Gartan
Siabra - (SHEE-vra) a prankster class of trooping fairies, also spelled Shefro or Siofra.
I hope you liked meeting Elizabeth Cullen. I had to give Fedward some closure. He puts so much on his shoulders. Please review and you'll get a lemon square. I'll be in dreamland with the Stoli. Huggles.