Post by Edward Cullen on Dec 5, 2012 10:34:19 GMT -5
Edward Cullen, 108 years old but forever eighteen, skulked in the shadows of the outside of Isabella Marie Swan's bedroom window, hidden beneath the shadows, a ghost. His footsteps could not be heard as the echo of the silent breeze that washed over his cool skin, like the ocean waves against the ocean floor. The sand dancing in the hypnotic current that held another world below the still surface. The ocean held many wondrous secrets, but Edward Cullen had a secret of his own, he was a vampire. One would think of Vampires from an Anne Rice novel, the journey of a soul searching Louie, the murderous of Lestat. As the young girl of that story Claudia called to Louie, Bella Swan called too him. But would his story have a happy ending? His fingertips caressed along the bark of the bare tree that he had hidden himself in to avoid detection from her father the chief of Police, Charlie Swan, to Edward he was just a silent whisper in the wind.
~FLASHBACK~
The moment that he had seen Bella, her intoxicating scent had driven him to focus to maintain his human farce that he had developed over the years. She had put him too the test, and he had to fight to keep himself from launching at her as she had taken her seat next too him.
He had too leave, he had taken his leave for a few days to visit his cousin, the Denali Clan. Complete solitude is what he had needed, his ability had been tested to his limit and he had failed. Over the coming days after he had returned, he was instantly drawn to Bella, her scent had become his own brand of heroine and he could not keep away from her. He had now become accustomed to following her, keeping his distance to a minimum. He would interact with Bella in school, but avoid her detection outside.
~END OF FLASHBACK~
He continued to skulk outside her bedroom window, still within the shadow, watching peacefully as she slept, he found it fascinating to watch her sleep, remembering a time when he found the comfort to close his own eyes and sleep. But still he could not figure out why he was so drawn to her, he had found it curious...Was Bella Swan the one that he had been waiting for all his life?
~FLASHBACK~
The moment that he had seen Bella, her intoxicating scent had driven him to focus to maintain his human farce that he had developed over the years. She had put him too the test, and he had to fight to keep himself from launching at her as she had taken her seat next too him.
He had too leave, he had taken his leave for a few days to visit his cousin, the Denali Clan. Complete solitude is what he had needed, his ability had been tested to his limit and he had failed. Over the coming days after he had returned, he was instantly drawn to Bella, her scent had become his own brand of heroine and he could not keep away from her. He had now become accustomed to following her, keeping his distance to a minimum. He would interact with Bella in school, but avoid her detection outside.
~END OF FLASHBACK~
He continued to skulk outside her bedroom window, still within the shadow, watching peacefully as she slept, he found it fascinating to watch her sleep, remembering a time when he found the comfort to close his own eyes and sleep. But still he could not figure out why he was so drawn to her, he had found it curious...Was Bella Swan the one that he had been waiting for all his life?