fic: twilight [edward/tanya, edward/bella]
Title: you remind me of simpler days
Day/Theme: July 23 / wake up kick
Series: Twilight
Character/Pairing: Edward/Tanya, Edward/Bella
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: * Quote from Stephenie Meyer's "Quote of the Day" for July 14th (number 3 on her master list).
Word Count: 669
Author's Notes: Completely different from the last chapter. Is anyone else hoping Tanya will come to the wedding?
you remind me of simpler days
They’re sitting on the front steps, the long grass around them waving lazily in the light breeze. Weak sunlight trickles in through the trees and his skin is like diamonds, like shattered glass. Her warm fingers trace absentmindedly along his palm.
And then, like the scent of Bella’s blood, it hits him. His entire body stiffens; Bella does too.
“What is it, Edward?” she whispers, fingers clenching around his wrist.
After a long moment, he relaxes. He smiles at her, drags his eyes away from the forest only long enough to meet hers. “It seems we have an unexpected visitor,” he says, and the forest bursts into light.
There, walking out from among the trees, glowing pale as an angel and glistening like freshly drawn blood, is a vampire.
Bella sucks in a breath the same time he does.
She crosses the distance quickly, her shimmering face defining, the features as flawless and ancient as his memory reminds him. She stands before him, her succubae reputation in shining view, and offers him her hand.
He takes it and stands, as if he never had a choice (but since when did he?).
Her arms slide around his waist; his arms lock around her shoulders. Suddenly their swept up in a lovers’ reunion that doesn’t quite fit, but he can’t seem to bear to let go.
“Ah, Edward,” she whispers into his chest, her arms pulling him tighter. “I’ve missed you.” *
He murmurs into her hair, “And I you.” His eyes are closed against her strawberry blonde curls, he doesn’t remember happening.
The moment seems to last forever. Then, in a feeble voice: “Um… Edward?”
He pulls away as if bitten, mortification written across his features. Bella looks confused, one hand poised halfway toward Edward, as if she’d meant to touch him and paused. Their visitor only smiles.
“Bella - Bella, this is Tanya. Tanya, this is Bella.” (He seems to choke on Tanya’s name both times.)
Tanya tilts her head. “This is your human, Edward?”
He scowls and corrects, “My fiancée.”
“Of course.” Her lips pull down for a moment, then transform into a stunning smile. “Hello, Bella,” she murmurs, extending her hand. “Edward’s told me so much about you.”
Bella cautiously takes her hand, eyes still suspicious. “He’s told me some things about you too, Tanya.”
Tanya’s eyes flicker to him, then to Bella; they travel up her throat and down her arm, to their clasped hands. Slowly, she drags Bella’s wrist to her mouth and inhales. The girl looks terrified.
Tanya lets go. “She doesn’t smell nearly as ravishing as you’d described, Edward.”
He frowns and mutters, “She’s my la tua cantante, Tanya, you know that.” (But suddenly he’s not so sure.)
“You know, Bella,” she says, and the girl looks startled at being addressed, “I thought I had that once… la tua cantante.” She looks reminiscent for a moment, then shakes her head and laughs. “But as it turned out, he wasn’t my type.” A playful wink is thrown at Edward. He frowns.
“Well, if you don’t mind excusing me, I’d like to go greet the rest of the Cullens!” Tanya leans in and places a dainty kiss on Bella’s cheek. “It was lovely meeting you, Bella.”
She leans in, places a kiss on Edward’s cold stone cheek, lips moving silently (if you ever change your mind). She floats inside, her scent trailing behind her.
Edward inhales, remembers her still-familiar scent. Thoughts swirl through his mind and mingle with the ones that aren’t his. He thinks of Jacob Black; of Jacob Black putting Bella back together again; of Bella’s love for Jacob Black; of Jacob Black’s love for Bella; of his own love for Bella; (of his love for Tanya;) of a human Bella with a human Jacob and a human life; of his life with someone a little colder and a little harder and a little less dangerous to love.
He thinks of how Tanya’s scent makes his mouth water.
Edward’s wedding has never seemed so close.
Day/Theme: July 23 / wake up kick
Series: Twilight
Character/Pairing: Edward/Tanya, Edward/Bella
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: * Quote from Stephenie Meyer's "Quote of the Day" for July 14th (number 3 on her master list).
Word Count: 669
Author's Notes: Completely different from the last chapter. Is anyone else hoping Tanya will come to the wedding?
you remind me of simpler days
They’re sitting on the front steps, the long grass around them waving lazily in the light breeze. Weak sunlight trickles in through the trees and his skin is like diamonds, like shattered glass. Her warm fingers trace absentmindedly along his palm.
And then, like the scent of Bella’s blood, it hits him. His entire body stiffens; Bella does too.
“What is it, Edward?” she whispers, fingers clenching around his wrist.
After a long moment, he relaxes. He smiles at her, drags his eyes away from the forest only long enough to meet hers. “It seems we have an unexpected visitor,” he says, and the forest bursts into light.
There, walking out from among the trees, glowing pale as an angel and glistening like freshly drawn blood, is a vampire.
Bella sucks in a breath the same time he does.
She crosses the distance quickly, her shimmering face defining, the features as flawless and ancient as his memory reminds him. She stands before him, her succubae reputation in shining view, and offers him her hand.
He takes it and stands, as if he never had a choice (but since when did he?).
Her arms slide around his waist; his arms lock around her shoulders. Suddenly their swept up in a lovers’ reunion that doesn’t quite fit, but he can’t seem to bear to let go.
“Ah, Edward,” she whispers into his chest, her arms pulling him tighter. “I’ve missed you.” *
He murmurs into her hair, “And I you.” His eyes are closed against her strawberry blonde curls, he doesn’t remember happening.
The moment seems to last forever. Then, in a feeble voice: “Um… Edward?”
He pulls away as if bitten, mortification written across his features. Bella looks confused, one hand poised halfway toward Edward, as if she’d meant to touch him and paused. Their visitor only smiles.
“Bella - Bella, this is Tanya. Tanya, this is Bella.” (He seems to choke on Tanya’s name both times.)
Tanya tilts her head. “This is your human, Edward?”
He scowls and corrects, “My fiancée.”
“Of course.” Her lips pull down for a moment, then transform into a stunning smile. “Hello, Bella,” she murmurs, extending her hand. “Edward’s told me so much about you.”
Bella cautiously takes her hand, eyes still suspicious. “He’s told me some things about you too, Tanya.”
Tanya’s eyes flicker to him, then to Bella; they travel up her throat and down her arm, to their clasped hands. Slowly, she drags Bella’s wrist to her mouth and inhales. The girl looks terrified.
Tanya lets go. “She doesn’t smell nearly as ravishing as you’d described, Edward.”
He frowns and mutters, “She’s my la tua cantante, Tanya, you know that.” (But suddenly he’s not so sure.)
“You know, Bella,” she says, and the girl looks startled at being addressed, “I thought I had that once… la tua cantante.” She looks reminiscent for a moment, then shakes her head and laughs. “But as it turned out, he wasn’t my type.” A playful wink is thrown at Edward. He frowns.
“Well, if you don’t mind excusing me, I’d like to go greet the rest of the Cullens!” Tanya leans in and places a dainty kiss on Bella’s cheek. “It was lovely meeting you, Bella.”
She leans in, places a kiss on Edward’s cold stone cheek, lips moving silently (if you ever change your mind). She floats inside, her scent trailing behind her.
Edward inhales, remembers her still-familiar scent. Thoughts swirl through his mind and mingle with the ones that aren’t his. He thinks of Jacob Black; of Jacob Black putting Bella back together again; of Bella’s love for Jacob Black; of Jacob Black’s love for Bella; of his own love for Bella; (of his love for Tanya;) of a human Bella with a human Jacob and a human life; of his life with someone a little colder and a little harder and a little less dangerous to love.
He thinks of how Tanya’s scent makes his mouth water.
Edward’s wedding has never seemed so close.