Post by Edward Cullen on Dec 15, 2012 12:57:52 GMT -5
What most might consider a speedy flight seemed only too long. By the time they finally touched down on the rainy runway of Calgary, Edward was at the end of his wits. He could barely contain the frustration he was feeling. It was hard to keep the pain at bay, waiting for a more suitable venue to recollect on the fact that he would never see the core of his existence again. Edward's mind finally let the announcement of the crackly speaker system through the defenses he had built up. They would be landing in the next ten minutes. Good. He stared out the window not really absorbing the view that was floating past. It was hard to look at the landscape when his eyes could discern the bumps and scratches on the airplane window. He had trained his ears for the sound of the captain pressing the landing sequence. Soon he heard it, they had begun our descent.
He navigated through the brightly lit hallways following the signs until he reached the baggage belt. Edward pondered whether he should wait for his bags or leave them. It wouldn't make a difference too him. But, that would result in an investigation of who the bag belonged to and where it was meant to go. He sighed and decided it would be better to wait. He sat down gently in one of the plastic chairs overlooking the baggage claim area. It was hard to remember to not sit down too hard so the chairs would not break.
A car would be necessary to the next part of his plan. He speculated to travel north and then venture eastward hoping to catch a whiff of Victoria's scent. Why even wonder about a car? Though he wasn't as good with cars as Rosalie he certainly could hotwire one in under two minutes. Edward could rip the door off if he so pleased. A car would be taken care of.
Next—it seemed as though his mind was compartmentalizing plans and ideas to hold back the onslaught of grief that was due—he would need to hunt. It would be more favorable to be at a stronger position when taking care of Victoria. Then came the question of leads. The last he had heard of Victoria had been while Alice and he had been coming back from Phoenix with her. Carlisle had reported that she had fled Washington and was making her way north. But she wouldn't have ventured too close to the Denali coven. Suddenly he picked out my pseudonym on the tag of the bag just coming on the conveyor belt. Edward got it and went in to the parking lot. He stared out at the rows of multihued gleaming cars. This would be fun. Since he was relying on speed rather than show he ended up choosing an Audi coupe, the irony. Once on the highway he felt slightly better. It was late now and he was one of the few on the road. The dark shrouded road was preferable to the crowded plane. Luckily this car included a GPS, he set off towards Wrangle-St. Ellias State park, he needed to hunt. It was funny, in a sick way, but the burning pain of thirst was now second to the anguish. In fact he hadn't noticed the thirst, he had simply given in whenever it became noticeable. He would slaughter a herd of deer or stalk a couple mountain lions without making an outing of it. But now he needed to hunt badly.
Edward started thinking, anything to keep his mind occupied on this journey. If only he had been passing a version of his future self merely two years ago he would not have recognized himself. It was a simple, clear fact that, he forced the name out, Bella, had changed him. He had been wrong. Previously he thought that change was like a weathered rock. That change would occur gradually over long periods of time. But with Bella this was not the case.
From the moment he crossed her presence he had changed. To leave this irreversible change was painful. It was beyond harsh. Now as he struggled each day to maintain the façade of sadness, instead of despair, it stung.
The fact was this was death as much as it was the end of a relationship. It was the death of something that could have been real. A choice in his life, a change. No. It could never have been real. They could never have lived out our love or continued in their own world in true lover's fashion. They would be stuck forever at an impasse. Edward's very presence would have been sucking her precious life away.
The worst was that he had seen it all. He had seen, through Alice's vision, the impossible event of our marriage. There was Bella, slender and fragile, making her way towards me—of all people. She was blushing as usual but the pink tinge just added to her loveliness. There under a hundred roses she looked up and said... Just as quick as that vision had come to Alice it had whirled out. It was replaced by an image. Bella her mahogany tresses longer and skin paler, but that was not the difference. Instead of the warm brown eyes he was used to seeing he saw the red eyes of a newborn monster. NO! It would not happen, and he would never pity the death of that vision. That only reminded him of his quest tonight. He was on a mission he would find Victoria and he would to protect her for once.
He navigated through the brightly lit hallways following the signs until he reached the baggage belt. Edward pondered whether he should wait for his bags or leave them. It wouldn't make a difference too him. But, that would result in an investigation of who the bag belonged to and where it was meant to go. He sighed and decided it would be better to wait. He sat down gently in one of the plastic chairs overlooking the baggage claim area. It was hard to remember to not sit down too hard so the chairs would not break.
A car would be necessary to the next part of his plan. He speculated to travel north and then venture eastward hoping to catch a whiff of Victoria's scent. Why even wonder about a car? Though he wasn't as good with cars as Rosalie he certainly could hotwire one in under two minutes. Edward could rip the door off if he so pleased. A car would be taken care of.
Next—it seemed as though his mind was compartmentalizing plans and ideas to hold back the onslaught of grief that was due—he would need to hunt. It would be more favorable to be at a stronger position when taking care of Victoria. Then came the question of leads. The last he had heard of Victoria had been while Alice and he had been coming back from Phoenix with her. Carlisle had reported that she had fled Washington and was making her way north. But she wouldn't have ventured too close to the Denali coven. Suddenly he picked out my pseudonym on the tag of the bag just coming on the conveyor belt. Edward got it and went in to the parking lot. He stared out at the rows of multihued gleaming cars. This would be fun. Since he was relying on speed rather than show he ended up choosing an Audi coupe, the irony. Once on the highway he felt slightly better. It was late now and he was one of the few on the road. The dark shrouded road was preferable to the crowded plane. Luckily this car included a GPS, he set off towards Wrangle-St. Ellias State park, he needed to hunt. It was funny, in a sick way, but the burning pain of thirst was now second to the anguish. In fact he hadn't noticed the thirst, he had simply given in whenever it became noticeable. He would slaughter a herd of deer or stalk a couple mountain lions without making an outing of it. But now he needed to hunt badly.
Edward started thinking, anything to keep his mind occupied on this journey. If only he had been passing a version of his future self merely two years ago he would not have recognized himself. It was a simple, clear fact that, he forced the name out, Bella, had changed him. He had been wrong. Previously he thought that change was like a weathered rock. That change would occur gradually over long periods of time. But with Bella this was not the case.
From the moment he crossed her presence he had changed. To leave this irreversible change was painful. It was beyond harsh. Now as he struggled each day to maintain the façade of sadness, instead of despair, it stung.
The fact was this was death as much as it was the end of a relationship. It was the death of something that could have been real. A choice in his life, a change. No. It could never have been real. They could never have lived out our love or continued in their own world in true lover's fashion. They would be stuck forever at an impasse. Edward's very presence would have been sucking her precious life away.
The worst was that he had seen it all. He had seen, through Alice's vision, the impossible event of our marriage. There was Bella, slender and fragile, making her way towards me—of all people. She was blushing as usual but the pink tinge just added to her loveliness. There under a hundred roses she looked up and said... Just as quick as that vision had come to Alice it had whirled out. It was replaced by an image. Bella her mahogany tresses longer and skin paler, but that was not the difference. Instead of the warm brown eyes he was used to seeing he saw the red eyes of a newborn monster. NO! It would not happen, and he would never pity the death of that vision. That only reminded him of his quest tonight. He was on a mission he would find Victoria and he would to protect her for once.
