Two Worlds Collide
I don't own Twilight or its characters. The great Stephenie Meyer does. I do own Two Worlds Collide, this Edward Masen and Almost Dusk. No copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: Welcome to my newest story. The idea for this came about in a Twitter conversation with a couple of my friends, and they thought I should give it a shot. For my LDTW readers, this again will probably be a bit different from anything else you're reading. I have my idea for who Edward and Bella are and it's hard to deviate from that, but this is also my first attempt at writing Stephenie's vampire Edward. Those are big literary shoes to fill, so hopefully I do him justice in TWC. Also, there will be NO Jake in this story. Sorry to all the Jake-fans. After LDTW, I have to leave him out of this one. Thanks a million to my readers that have me on alert and read my short story, Amore Tutto Cambia, which was donated to the AJD cause earlier this year. I stepped out of my comfort zone on that one, but it gave me the courage to write this story. Blessed to have darcysmom, kare831, and twimom817 back on board with their stellar editing skills. All errors are my own. Hope you enjoy!
The alarm blared at six a.m. as Monday morning rolled around. I laughed to myself as I thought about the scant number of people worldwide that were being prodded awake by Steve Perry crooning "Open Arms". Another ordinary day in the life of Bella Swan. When the cobwebs were shaken loose from my brain, I crawled from the bed and stumbled to the kitchen.
With my must-have coffee in hand, I made my way to the den, where I kept my Kindle Fire and reading glasses. My eyes decided to play out on me when I hit my thirties and I'd finally broken down and purchased reading glasses. My love for reading was too strong to mess with for vanity's sake. My first classes weren't till ten o'clock and I woke early enough each morning to indulge in my secret fantasy.
Edward Masen. I was in love with a fictional character.
Yes, I'm a closet Masen junkie. Hate me if you want, but I can admit to myself that I have an addiction to anything Edward Masen related. Just don't tell the outside world, as I'm not sure they would understand. Let me go back to the start of my obsession.
It all began innocently enough a year ago when the books came out. Being the avid reader that I was, I'd heard of the Almost Dusk series, but only knew that they were written about vampires and a human girl, Isabella Dwyer. I thought it was funny that I shared the same first name with the lead female character. The books were classified as Young Adult fiction, which I was most certainly not, so I'd passed on reading them.
I'd just gone through a bad break up with John, my live-in boyfriend of five years, after he decided that I wasn't the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. I was feeling depressed and had avoided the social scene for several weeks. My friends decided to intervene with a night out. Margaritas and a movie. It sounded like a good plan, so I agreed to tag along. After several drinks, we talked about random things, and one of my friends asked me if I'd read Almost Dusk yet. I said I hadn't and she insisted that I at least read the first book. I said I might, but never really intending to do so. After we finished our drinks, we walked the few blocks to the movie theater and purchased our tickets. I was prepared to be thoroughly bored, but with my tequila buzz I knew I would either laugh or sleep my way through the movie.
The girls set us up to watch a stupid chick flick about a girl who falls in love with her best friend's boyfriend. The movie had me near tears before it was over, and not because of the horrendous acting skills, but for the love the two lead characters had for each other. Is there really love out there that is all-encompassing like that? A love that bends all boundaries of reality? I didn't think so.
After the movie, we went our separate ways. I high-tailed it to the only open store at eleven p.m. on a Saturday night, Wal-Mart, and purchased all four Almost Dusk books. I needed a change in my life, and I'd heard too much about these books now to turn off my curiosity. The forbidden romance was the selling factor.
After I got home, I began to read. The more I read, the more obsessed I became. Edward Masen was a one-hundred-nine year old vampire that was changed at seventeen. He'd kept his human name and posed as Carlisle and Esme Cullen's nephew as a high school student. His "siblings" were Emmett and Alice Cullen. Jasper and Rosalie Hale were also adopted into the family, but weren't related. Emmett was mated with Rosalie and Alice with Jasper. Edward was the loner. Enter Isabella Dwyer. She had just moved to Washington State to live with her gun-toting, fishing, and sports-loving all American Police Chief Dad, Charlie, when her flighty mother, Renee remarried. Isabella was insecure and felt as if she wasn't pretty or interesting.
I could identify with Isabella, oddly enough. I'd always felt a little out of step with the rest of the world, although my world was quite different from the fictitious Isabella. My parents died when I was in college. First, Dad from a heart attack and two years later, Mom from cancer. Being an only child, I was alone in the world. I was still single and the odds of finding my soul mate were growing slimmer by the day. I'd lost some of my youthful glow, although I'd been lucky with minimal wrinkles and no gray hair so far. I was told I didn't pass for a day over 28 most days, and for that I'm thankful.
I'd battled my weight since my late teens. Depression and the sedentary lifestyle of an avid reader didn't stimulate the body to burn fat cells, and I loved to eat. By the time I was in my late twenties, I'd ballooned to well over 225 pounds on my five foot four inch frame and knew that it was time to make a change. Gastric lap banding, a membership to the local gym and a healthy dose of determination had gotten my life back on track. At thirty-five, I was now a fit, healthy 125 pounds and felt better than I had in years.
John entered my life after the weight came off and I thought I'd found my true love. He was the C.E.O. at the local hospital and we seemed to fit together like matching gloves. Life seemed to be easy with him. After a couple of years together, we made the decision to buy a house in the suburbs and make a home together.
I wasn't in a hurry to marry when we met, but I knew my biological clock was ticking. I wanted the proverbial picket fence and the opportunity to bring a child into the world to love and cherish. Each Valentine's Day, birthday and Christmas for three years, I waited for his proposal. It never came. Tempers became short after I confronted him about our future and the rest, as they say, is history.
When John left, my new-found addiction bordered on something I can't explain. It was like a drug. I needed my Masen-fix multiple times a day. It became my focus, besides work, for months. Rationally I knew Edward Masen was fantasy, but the "Isabella" in the books became my alter ego. Our hair and eyes were the same color. We were the same height. We shared a love of reading. Hell, we shared the same first name! It was like destiny. Why couldn't I find my Edward?
This brings me to the present. I'd found a way to rein in the beast and keep this world to myself. I'd read all the books numerous times, and luckily I found the Fan Fiction world. So many stories written by talented people that shared my love for Almost Dusk. It was refreshing and gave me a new outlet for my fantasy life. Thus the purchase of a Kindle Fire and the glasses. I settled into my recliner and opened the fiction I was currently reading and fell into the fantasy world for a few hours over coffee before it was time to join the real world again. A world without Edward Masen.
When I graduated from high school, and was accepted at the University of Kentucky, I knew what I wanted do with my life; teaching. I didn't teach for the money; if I did I'd have quit many years ago. I taught because I loved it. Teaching at the collegiate level isn't easy. Adult students bring their own brand of drama to the classroom, when they actually show up. No matter, I'd been blessed as an educator to watch many of my students graduate and make huge strides in the world.
I taught three classes on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. English Lit, Creative Writing and English 101. These were my long days and it was after ten p.m. when the last student left for the night and I was free to go home.
When classes were over, I grabbed my briefcase and made the trek across campus to the lot where I parked my Volvo. I'd sold my old Camry and this car had been my first purchase after John skipped out on me. He thought the Camry was the best car on the planet. Not me. The purchase may have had something to do with it being the same type of car Edward drove in the books.
I fumbled through my purse as I walked, cursing myself for not putting my keys in my pocket before I left the classroom. Campus was all but deserted this time of night, and probably not the safest place for a woman to be alone. As I reached the top of the stairs, I fished my keys from the depths of my bag and hit the key fob. I hurried down the steps, climbed into my car, and drove the short drive to my patio home a few miles from campus.
After I'd graduated from UK, I stayed close by and taught at the local junior college. My dream was to teach at a prestigious college, and when Northwestern called I jumped at the opportunity. When I moved to Chicago, I wanted to stay close to my Southern roots, so I planted a huge flower garden in front of the house, just like Mom always had. I smiled as I pulled into the drive and the headlights illuminated the pansies and petunias.
After eating a quick salad for supper, I filled the tub with my favorite bubble bath and settled in for a good, long soak and a glass of smooth, red wine. As I relaxed, my mind drifted to the tall, brooding vampire who starred in my wildest fantasies. I had my visual from the description in the books; tall, slim but muscular build with a shock of wild, reddish brown hair, and amber eyes that turned black when he was hungry or turned on. I could picture him vividly in my mind, and my Edward was staring hungrily at me with dark, brooding eyes.
"You're so beautiful."
"You're so handsome."
"I want you, Bella. Your body, mind and soul."
"Then take me, Edward. I'm all yours."
"Remember that, my Bella. You are mine. For eternity."
My eyes closed and strong, cool hands began caressing my upper body. This is wrong on so many levels, but it had been weeks since the batteries to my Bullet had played out and my body was tight like a trapeze wire. Strong fingers slid across the slickness of my exposed chest until they found my breasts aching to be tweaked and touched. My back arched at the sensation.
"Yes, Edward. Touch me."
"Patience, my angel. I know what your body needs. I want to pleasure you slowly."
Nimbly he softly caressed the contours of each breast. Circling, until my nipples were drawn into tight peaks then pinching the nubs in a mix of pleasure and pain.
"Please. I need more."
Fantasy Edward chuckled softly as his fingers continued their ministrations, bringing me closer to where I longed to go. Soon, the touching was replaced by cool lips and tongue as his mouth took over the assault. I felt his teeth graze over one nipple before he bit down gently.
"Oh, God. Yes!"
What the hell was I doing? Getting myself off to visions of Edward Masen? I was embarrassingly close to my climax. I couldn't hold in the moans of pleasure as my body inched higher and higher and hands slid lower and lower until they found the Promised Land. I wasn't going to stop … I couldn't stop.
"Oh, Bella, you naughty, beautiful girl. So warm and wet for me already, and it isn't from the bath water. I can feel what I do to your body. I'm going to make you come hard for me."
Those words rolling from his silver tongue caused my body to shiver in anticipation. I felt the pressure of his fingers as he deftly rubbed over my clitoris and through the wetness until they were teasing my opening.
"Please, don't stop, Edward. I'm so close!"
I felt one cool finger, and then another as he entered me. Probing and twisting skillfully, stroking that spot inside that made my toes curl, as his thumb kept perfect time over my clit. This repeated over and over until I was a thrashing mess and water was spilling over the top of the tub onto the tile floor.
"Come for me, Bella. Now."
With those words my body convulsed and my breath halted as my climax washed over me. I was a shaky mess when my eyes finally opened and my breathing found its normal rhythm. It was the best orgasm I'd had in months, maybe years. Maybe in forever.
What the hell had I done?
I sat up in the tub and looked around the room. My body relaxed but my mind racing. I had a huge mess to clean up, but more importantly I worried about my mental state. I'd just pleasured myself to a vision of a non-existent character in a book … a book that didn't have anything but "fade to black" sexual content. I was a damn, certifiable nut job.
"Well, Bella, you've crossed some kind of line. Sexing it up with Edward Masen. Girl, I think you need serious help," I said to myself as I stood and stepped from the tub.
I dried off and dressed in my pajamas quickly before mopping the water from the floor with a few towels. I took the wet linen to the laundry room and went ahead and started a load of clothes. After the coffee pot was set for six, I turned out the lights and went to my bedroom. I'd planned on reading my latest Fan Fiction until I went to sleep, but my body and mind were worn out from the mind-blowing orgasm that I'd just had.
I set my alarm and crawled into bed. My mind slowly came down from the fantasy world as I felt my body drift off to sleep.
Tuesday morning began just like any other day, at six o'clock. I repeated my morning ritual and sat in my recliner with coffee in hand. Classes began at nine on Tuesdays so I only had an hour to read. I was currently enthralled by a story about an Irish, pub owning Edward Masen and his relationship with erotic writer, Bella. The story was so well written, I knew that it would be published someday. I just hoped I was able to finish it before it got pulled, or that I'd someday meet the writers to tell them how much I love the story. When eight rolled around, I reluctantly turned off my Kindle and got ready for work.
My good friend, Amanda was my go-to-girl when it came to fashion. She'd gone through my wardrobe, when I lost the weight, and gotten rid of all the baggy sweaters and stretch pants. Goodwill got a gold mine that day. Over the years, I'd bought a few things here and there and had a pretty good wardrobe in place.
I dressed in a black pencil skirt and a white button down blouse. The weather in Chicago was moody, so I paired the outfit with a sapphire blue light sweater that I could take off if it warmed up. I slipped on black hose and a pair of low heels to complete the ensemble. With my hair in a ponytail and some light makeup on my face, I grabbed my coffee and briefcase and set out for the day.
Traffic was heavier than normal and when I finally got the Volvo parked in a spot I had to sprint to get to class on time. Coffee spewed from my travel mug as I jogged down the hallway, and of course it splattered on the front of my white blouse. I cursed inwardly but didn't have any time to dwell on it, because if I thought too hard I'd drift back to last night and I certainly didn't need that on my mind while I taught.
Since I worked later on Mondays, Wednesday and Friday, my classes ended at three on Tuesday and Thursday. Those were the days I went to the gym, grocery store, and did my errands. Bella Swan was certainly not unpredictable.
When my last class shuffled out and I had my lesson plans ready for my Wednesday lectures, I grabbed my things and headed out. Once again, I cursed myself for not having my keys in hand when I neared the steps leading down to my car. I knew my route to the lot like the back of my hand and classes had already changed, so I was pretty much alone on the sidewalk. I slowed my pace and kept moving forward as I looked through my bag for the keys. When I finally found them I let out an "A-ha!" before I looked up to where I was.
My foot had already taken stride off the top step of the stairway. I tried to scream, but there was no time. I tossed my briefcase haphazardly to the side as I tried to maintain my balance. My hands were extended out to brace my fall, as if they would cushion the impending blow. Inertia and gravity pulled me forward and I felt my body float into open air; the concrete steps moving closer in slow motion. I felt and heard the sound of my skull cracking open against the pavement. I could smell my blood as it oozed from every orifice of my head. I couldn't move or make a sound. I felt my mind disconnect from its place within my body just before I was lost in darkness. Alone.
A/N: Well, there you have it. I can't tell you how excited I was to start this story. Older Bella obsessing over a much younger and totally fictional Edward
Masen. Sound familiar? Lol. Don't lie. You wouldn't be here if you weren't obsessed with Edward, Rob, Twilight or all of the above. This chapter was a bit of a struggle to get going where I wanted it, and I felt the need to change some of the character names and the title of the books (thanks Kare. Much better!) but I got the wheels rolling about midway through. Love it? Hate it? I'd really like to hear your comments. Oh and a "shout out" to TwoTwiMoms and their wonderful story, "What Fills the Eye Fills the Heart" featuring Irishward. He's super hot and swoonworthy. If you haven't read WFtEFtH, you are truly missing out of a classic. See you next week!