Post by Edward Cullen on Dec 21, 2012 13:16:41 GMT -5
What Edward was going through was odd to say the least. It wasn't a dream, of course, yet it was the flashing of several images. All racing through his mind. It was as though he was watching a movie reel—or whatever they were called now—speeding by at a fast forward pace. The reason why he had previously speculated that this was dream was that humans, though inferior to them in every aspect, thought faster than even he could comprehend while sleeping. They were masters at the one thing we were barred from. How funny.
This video montage was a pulsing flashing ordeal. It was almost like a visual accompaniment to Edward's songs. Composing was a sporadic activity for him. It was never planned or thought out. In fact whenever he truly tried to compose a song it was mediocre at the best. But, there were moments of inspirations. Moments when a tune would race through his mind, leaving in its wake a path of music. This path would call continuously luring him to pen the notes, daring Edward to resist the tune. Then he would, inevitably, write down the melody that had been triggered. This seemed like one of those times. It was almost an otherworldly experience, and this was coming from a vampire. Edward had focused all his attention's to these flashing images. Was it Victoria? Was she near? This seemed almost like Alice's visions only faster and more blurry. As he focused he could make out the image of the woods.
That seemed fairly generic. What was so important about foliage? Then as he trained his eyes on the leaves in the images he realized what they were madrone trees. Suddenly he knew exactly what this was. It wasn't a premonition. No it could never have been. It was Edward's memories. Dredged up after being hidden away his memories were back to haunt him. These were snapshots of times when his life was different. As soon as he had remembered the madrone trees he could feel the cicadas humming and the humid air wafting across his unnaturally cold skin. It was after prom. Then in a weak form of Bella's mysterious voice "I want to be like you" she had said. "That's all I want, to be with you forever" no, the voice inside his head cautioned, this isn't right Edward. It's too late she had said. Then one more memory surfaced it was during the summer before her birthday.
It had been a cloudy day and they had traveled toward the Sol du Lac river that the house overlooked. There sitting in the banks between the tall reedy grass life had seemed almost perfect. He had spread a wool blanket across the ground and Bella had curled up by his side. Her fragile head was resting on hi non-existent heart.
"Edward" she had said looking up at his face. The amount of emotion and feeling that was conveyed in that tiny two syllable word was profound. Edward gazed at her face trying to speculate what she was going to say next.
"Yes," he had replied letting his hand softly run through her hair.
"Did you ever…regret becoming…you know…Do you wish you had lived your life out in 1918…that we, this, would haven't had to happen?" she had almost whispered her voice breaking on the last words.
He sucked in air sharply, a reflex action, that was what she was thinking? She seriously thought that he regretted meeting her? That he would rather live out his human life and, despite what he was, given up the chance to meet her?
"No," he replied. "Never think that, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I would have traded anything to know that someone, you, were there for me. Never ever think that." He hoped she would understand what he was saying.
The reason why he could never change her was because of his love. He would never be able to look at her eyes and see that he had made her what she would be. I could never make her a monster. Worse yet, he could never submit her to that kind of pain. Edward knew, though she may deny it, that she would never ever forgive him for subjecting her to the agony of the transformation. She had been silent for a moment, thinking over what he had said, driving him mad with frustration. What was she thinking about? Then she shifted, sliding up so her head was next to his own. Very slowly she leaned over and pressed her lips to his own.
"Thank you" she whispered.
"For what" he managed to respond.
"Loving me," she had replied.
That was then. This was now. He turned to his duffle bag, for the first time in his life he could not recall what he had packed. It was strange, he usually never forgot anything. He labeled the incident as memory loss while preoccupied. Edward had no doubt been quite estranged while preparing for his spur of the moment decision. He flexed his ears trying to hunt out the noises of civilization. Edward could hear the faint rumbling of trucks on the highway. He strained his ears again, farther away, maybe twenty miles and he could hear noises that indicated a small town. He would begin my search there.
Edward stepped out of his lean to, the dry earth crackling noisily under his feet. He looked around pinpointing in hi mind the location of the campers he saw three hours ago, his temporary home, and the town. It would be safest to hide his bag. Edward quickly but grudgingly—for his duffle bag was of quite good quality—dug a hole just ten feet deep. He gently dropped the bag in and then jumped out. Then he covered the hole back up placing leaves and twigs over the fresh earth. Hiding his tracks was essential yet tiresome. He sprinted towards the town.
Then he realized he had not hunted. Edward ran deeper into the forest, away from the humans, and the town, searching for noises of animals now. After about ten minutes he could hear a passing deer herd about twenty miles to the east. But he was itching for a challenge. He wanted a bigger kill, a bear or cougar. He continued running then towards where the deer were running from. He was not surprised to hear the dull growl of a hungry cougar. He stalked towards where it was standing, unaware of his presence. He would need to be neat, it would be stupid to have to unearth his bag and change my clothes, he dashed towards it allowing it to feel threatened. Edward watched as it whirled around and crouched into a defensive position.
Slowly he stepped out of his hiding place allowing it to see its predator. The cougar growled and he heard a flock of birds two miles away fly away. He steadied himself. Edward could kill it now, easily, but he wanted the fight. It was a pity there wasn't a transportable version of Emmett; it would be quite enjoyable to spar with him now. Predator and prey, they locked eyes with each other. Surveying their moves they walked in a circle. Then, the animal launched towards him, its claws extended. The claws felt nothing more than feathers brushing against his granite skin. Its bite from its snarling teeth was mere gnats resting on his ear. He stepped forward before it noticed his action and swiftly pierced towards the throbbing vein in its throat. Soon it was drained. His thirst, though never completely satiated, was for the moment abated. He turned again, and began his journey towards the town.
As Edward approached town he could tell that this would be a one or two stop light town. The amenities it provided were fairly rustic, a gas station, a diner, a few shops, and a building that seemed to host the fire station and police department. He looked up at the sky, for it was nearly morning now, from the sun's position he guessed about six twenty-three. He needed to be sure that a sudden burst of sunlight wouldn't be on the horizon. The sky was covered in a nearly omnipresent layer of clouds. Edward would be safe for now. He turned and walked along the cracking sidewalk surveying the area around him. He could hear a few people getting up, alarms being slammed off, and cars starting.
He entered the tiny diner, already sporting an open sign, and looked toward the counter. Perhaps he would be able to find the nearest big city from one of the workers. He had deduced last night that Victoria would not be far from a settlement, she would need several humans to be able to hunt undetected. Pausing briefly at the front of the store he waited until he was greeted by a middle-aged blonde waitress. What was it with these middle-aged women, must they only work where he require service from? Her stiffly starched uniform was already limping from perspiration.
"What do you want" she said, getting straight to the point. She seemed suspicious, even in her thoughts.
Darn good looking that one…wonder how old he is…too young of course…why is he alone…
"I was wondering if you had a map" Edward said slowly lowering his voice until it was the tone he used with humans.
"A map of what?" she replied, he listened to her thoughts.
Why does he want a map, does he think we're a gas station…
He had begun to block her thoughts out when he heard...
Why all these tourists so pale these days? That other lady, darn gorgeous, but heck she was paler than the winter sky.
Apparently this waitress also had an interesting selection of explicatives. Nothing compared to his collected vocabulary, but interesting at the least. That other lady, no doubt she was Victoria, or a vampire at the least.
"I was hoping to find a road map of Canada" he said.
"I've been looking for my sister" he slipped in cautiously hoping she would catch the hint.
"I wonder, perhaps, have you seen her? She is a little shorter than me, with long hair." He waited as she processed his question.
Could that other lady have been his sister? She seemed sort of similar to him when you think about it. But her eyes, they were strange… Her eyes were flighty and kind of blackish brown, almost reddish…Quite strange.
"Well a lady did come in about a week ago, didn't mention where she was going, but headed west towards Manitoba" she finally answered. She walked away after saying this and retrieved a map.
"That will be about 5.25," she told him. Edward paid, then knowing time was of the essence, he rushed out of the store. But not before saying, "Thanks, keep on the look out for her."
Edward Cullen ran back swiftly after throwing the map away, it was unnecessary. He had only entered the store to find out more about the region and to see whether Victoria had passed through. Though relying on the thoughts of a bleary eyed human was hardly a good basis for a hunt, it was the only thing he had to work with. He returned to his hut structure and pulled his bag out of the ground. He surveyed the area before ripping down the structure as quick as he had built it. Edward dispersed the wood among the forests and came back with armfuls of ferns to cover the area with. Then he grabbed his bag and hurried to where he had left his car. For the first time he hoped no one had taken it.
He was lucky, once again. The car had not been stolen. Edward was in the car, his duffel bag next to him, in record time. He felt his phone buzz and looked at the caller, Emmett. He could wait. He then drove out of the woods and on to the highway. As he raced westward he quickly took inventory of the fuel/gas and oil in the car. It seemed to be sufficient. He had found an extra carton of gas in the trunk so he wouldn't need to stop. Hoping that the woman's memory held true he raced, once again, through the Canadian forest.
To say the road was empty would be an understatement. It was barren and, had he not been living for over seventy years with few or no companions, it might even be considered lonely. But he had been alone for too long, and was an expert at patience. Literally everything he ever had craved had to be resisted. Blood, humanity, and finally...her....Bella Swan.
This video montage was a pulsing flashing ordeal. It was almost like a visual accompaniment to Edward's songs. Composing was a sporadic activity for him. It was never planned or thought out. In fact whenever he truly tried to compose a song it was mediocre at the best. But, there were moments of inspirations. Moments when a tune would race through his mind, leaving in its wake a path of music. This path would call continuously luring him to pen the notes, daring Edward to resist the tune. Then he would, inevitably, write down the melody that had been triggered. This seemed like one of those times. It was almost an otherworldly experience, and this was coming from a vampire. Edward had focused all his attention's to these flashing images. Was it Victoria? Was she near? This seemed almost like Alice's visions only faster and more blurry. As he focused he could make out the image of the woods.
That seemed fairly generic. What was so important about foliage? Then as he trained his eyes on the leaves in the images he realized what they were madrone trees. Suddenly he knew exactly what this was. It wasn't a premonition. No it could never have been. It was Edward's memories. Dredged up after being hidden away his memories were back to haunt him. These were snapshots of times when his life was different. As soon as he had remembered the madrone trees he could feel the cicadas humming and the humid air wafting across his unnaturally cold skin. It was after prom. Then in a weak form of Bella's mysterious voice "I want to be like you" she had said. "That's all I want, to be with you forever" no, the voice inside his head cautioned, this isn't right Edward. It's too late she had said. Then one more memory surfaced it was during the summer before her birthday.
It had been a cloudy day and they had traveled toward the Sol du Lac river that the house overlooked. There sitting in the banks between the tall reedy grass life had seemed almost perfect. He had spread a wool blanket across the ground and Bella had curled up by his side. Her fragile head was resting on hi non-existent heart.
"Edward" she had said looking up at his face. The amount of emotion and feeling that was conveyed in that tiny two syllable word was profound. Edward gazed at her face trying to speculate what she was going to say next.
"Yes," he had replied letting his hand softly run through her hair.
"Did you ever…regret becoming…you know…Do you wish you had lived your life out in 1918…that we, this, would haven't had to happen?" she had almost whispered her voice breaking on the last words.
He sucked in air sharply, a reflex action, that was what she was thinking? She seriously thought that he regretted meeting her? That he would rather live out his human life and, despite what he was, given up the chance to meet her?
"No," he replied. "Never think that, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I would have traded anything to know that someone, you, were there for me. Never ever think that." He hoped she would understand what he was saying.
The reason why he could never change her was because of his love. He would never be able to look at her eyes and see that he had made her what she would be. I could never make her a monster. Worse yet, he could never submit her to that kind of pain. Edward knew, though she may deny it, that she would never ever forgive him for subjecting her to the agony of the transformation. She had been silent for a moment, thinking over what he had said, driving him mad with frustration. What was she thinking about? Then she shifted, sliding up so her head was next to his own. Very slowly she leaned over and pressed her lips to his own.
"Thank you" she whispered.
"For what" he managed to respond.
"Loving me," she had replied.
That was then. This was now. He turned to his duffle bag, for the first time in his life he could not recall what he had packed. It was strange, he usually never forgot anything. He labeled the incident as memory loss while preoccupied. Edward had no doubt been quite estranged while preparing for his spur of the moment decision. He flexed his ears trying to hunt out the noises of civilization. Edward could hear the faint rumbling of trucks on the highway. He strained his ears again, farther away, maybe twenty miles and he could hear noises that indicated a small town. He would begin my search there.
Edward stepped out of his lean to, the dry earth crackling noisily under his feet. He looked around pinpointing in hi mind the location of the campers he saw three hours ago, his temporary home, and the town. It would be safest to hide his bag. Edward quickly but grudgingly—for his duffle bag was of quite good quality—dug a hole just ten feet deep. He gently dropped the bag in and then jumped out. Then he covered the hole back up placing leaves and twigs over the fresh earth. Hiding his tracks was essential yet tiresome. He sprinted towards the town.
Then he realized he had not hunted. Edward ran deeper into the forest, away from the humans, and the town, searching for noises of animals now. After about ten minutes he could hear a passing deer herd about twenty miles to the east. But he was itching for a challenge. He wanted a bigger kill, a bear or cougar. He continued running then towards where the deer were running from. He was not surprised to hear the dull growl of a hungry cougar. He stalked towards where it was standing, unaware of his presence. He would need to be neat, it would be stupid to have to unearth his bag and change my clothes, he dashed towards it allowing it to feel threatened. Edward watched as it whirled around and crouched into a defensive position.
Slowly he stepped out of his hiding place allowing it to see its predator. The cougar growled and he heard a flock of birds two miles away fly away. He steadied himself. Edward could kill it now, easily, but he wanted the fight. It was a pity there wasn't a transportable version of Emmett; it would be quite enjoyable to spar with him now. Predator and prey, they locked eyes with each other. Surveying their moves they walked in a circle. Then, the animal launched towards him, its claws extended. The claws felt nothing more than feathers brushing against his granite skin. Its bite from its snarling teeth was mere gnats resting on his ear. He stepped forward before it noticed his action and swiftly pierced towards the throbbing vein in its throat. Soon it was drained. His thirst, though never completely satiated, was for the moment abated. He turned again, and began his journey towards the town.
As Edward approached town he could tell that this would be a one or two stop light town. The amenities it provided were fairly rustic, a gas station, a diner, a few shops, and a building that seemed to host the fire station and police department. He looked up at the sky, for it was nearly morning now, from the sun's position he guessed about six twenty-three. He needed to be sure that a sudden burst of sunlight wouldn't be on the horizon. The sky was covered in a nearly omnipresent layer of clouds. Edward would be safe for now. He turned and walked along the cracking sidewalk surveying the area around him. He could hear a few people getting up, alarms being slammed off, and cars starting.
He entered the tiny diner, already sporting an open sign, and looked toward the counter. Perhaps he would be able to find the nearest big city from one of the workers. He had deduced last night that Victoria would not be far from a settlement, she would need several humans to be able to hunt undetected. Pausing briefly at the front of the store he waited until he was greeted by a middle-aged blonde waitress. What was it with these middle-aged women, must they only work where he require service from? Her stiffly starched uniform was already limping from perspiration.
"What do you want" she said, getting straight to the point. She seemed suspicious, even in her thoughts.
Darn good looking that one…wonder how old he is…too young of course…why is he alone…
"I was wondering if you had a map" Edward said slowly lowering his voice until it was the tone he used with humans.
"A map of what?" she replied, he listened to her thoughts.
Why does he want a map, does he think we're a gas station…
He had begun to block her thoughts out when he heard...
Why all these tourists so pale these days? That other lady, darn gorgeous, but heck she was paler than the winter sky.
Apparently this waitress also had an interesting selection of explicatives. Nothing compared to his collected vocabulary, but interesting at the least. That other lady, no doubt she was Victoria, or a vampire at the least.
"I was hoping to find a road map of Canada" he said.
"I've been looking for my sister" he slipped in cautiously hoping she would catch the hint.
"I wonder, perhaps, have you seen her? She is a little shorter than me, with long hair." He waited as she processed his question.
Could that other lady have been his sister? She seemed sort of similar to him when you think about it. But her eyes, they were strange… Her eyes were flighty and kind of blackish brown, almost reddish…Quite strange.
"Well a lady did come in about a week ago, didn't mention where she was going, but headed west towards Manitoba" she finally answered. She walked away after saying this and retrieved a map.
"That will be about 5.25," she told him. Edward paid, then knowing time was of the essence, he rushed out of the store. But not before saying, "Thanks, keep on the look out for her."
Edward Cullen ran back swiftly after throwing the map away, it was unnecessary. He had only entered the store to find out more about the region and to see whether Victoria had passed through. Though relying on the thoughts of a bleary eyed human was hardly a good basis for a hunt, it was the only thing he had to work with. He returned to his hut structure and pulled his bag out of the ground. He surveyed the area before ripping down the structure as quick as he had built it. Edward dispersed the wood among the forests and came back with armfuls of ferns to cover the area with. Then he grabbed his bag and hurried to where he had left his car. For the first time he hoped no one had taken it.
He was lucky, once again. The car had not been stolen. Edward was in the car, his duffel bag next to him, in record time. He felt his phone buzz and looked at the caller, Emmett. He could wait. He then drove out of the woods and on to the highway. As he raced westward he quickly took inventory of the fuel/gas and oil in the car. It seemed to be sufficient. He had found an extra carton of gas in the trunk so he wouldn't need to stop. Hoping that the woman's memory held true he raced, once again, through the Canadian forest.
To say the road was empty would be an understatement. It was barren and, had he not been living for over seventy years with few or no companions, it might even be considered lonely. But he had been alone for too long, and was an expert at patience. Literally everything he ever had craved had to be resisted. Blood, humanity, and finally...her....Bella Swan.
