Edward Cullen thought his future with Bella was set in stone-his blood singer, his mate, his forever. But when Alice has a startling new vision, everything he believed begins to unravel.
At the center of it all is a mysterious girl, one who brings u...
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He didn't know what the future held for them, but for the first time in his long existence, he wasn't afraid of it. With Vidalia by his side, he felt like maybe, just maybe, he could be something more than the monster he had always feared he was.
Maybe he could just be... Edward.
And that, he realized, was all he ever wanted to be.
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The tension of Edward's confession gradually faded into the comfort of their shared presence. Vidalia leaned back against the blanket, the soft rustle of leaves above creating a soothing melody.
Edward watched her, still feeling a sense of disbelief that someone as warm and loving as her could exist -and not just exist, but be here with him, knowing what he was and accepting him all the same.
"Do you mind if I ask you some questions?" Vidalia asked softly, propping herself up on her elbows and looking over at him with a curious but tender expression.
"Of course," Edward replied with a gentle smile. "Ask me anything."
Vidalia hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right way to phrase her thoughts. "So... how old are you really? And when were you born?"
Edward chuckled softly, running a hand through his tousled bronze hair. "A little over a 100 years old, specifically 103 years old. I was born in June 20 1901 and got turned at 17, which was in 1918" he said, his tone light but honest.
