My Love Is A Fairy Tale (Wattys 2016)

Chapter One-Waiting

Title: My love is a fairytale

Paring: Edward and Bella

Name: Sanutaz

Beta: Rags Stone

Rating: T

Summary: He comes every night, not just in reality, but also in her dreams. Will that be enough for them? Can they find their happily ever after…

Disclaimer:The following is a work of fanfiction using characters from the Twilight world, which is trademarked by Stephenie Meyer. I do not claim ownership of said characters. No copyright infringement is intended. 

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                                      My Love Is A Fairy Tale

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Bella's POV

It's that time of night when I sit on my bedroom window sill and gaze out into the night. I do this every night at exactly 12:00 am and wait.

He always comes exactly at 12:05 am. He is never late. He moves out of the trees surrounding my house, stealthy and oh-so graceful, and stands right below my window, gazing right at me with those piercing, bright green eyes that tell me everything about him:his love ,his passion, his longing , his desire—everything.

He tells me he can see the same in mine, and then he gives me a smile so powerful it makes my heart skip a beat and makes me go weak in the knees.

It's 12:05 am "He'll be here any second now"

My heart is beating so fast, as it always does at this point in my anticipation, in need and desire to see him, feel him, and melt into him. My heart always melts at the sight of him.

He is late today, as my alarm clock shows 12:06. Something must be wrong; he is never late. In the last three months and five days that we have been seeing each other, he's never been late. Never.

My heart picks up more speed. I'm anxious and scared and disappointed that he is still not here.

It must be his father; yes, there is no other explanation. He must be late because of him. He doesn't approve our tryst—he knows because Edward can't really keep things from him. It's not because he won't—it's because he can't. For some reason his father thinks it's dangerous for us to meet.

My Edward is not a normal human man. He is something else entirely. I don't know what, exactly. He may be a ghost, for all I know, or a vampire.—he is so beautiful and pale—or, as I suspect, he might be a witch like me. I don't care what he is; to me he is my angel. My beautiful angel.

We do not use our magic on each other—oh yes, we both have magic in us

We can tell who we are exactly just by touching each other while using our power, but we don't, because we don't care. We love each other.

We need to have this important talk, we know that, and when that time comes, I wouldn't care. I'm sure he has magic, but he is more powerful as well, and he knows I'm a witch.

It didn't take much for us to fall in love. All we had to do was look into each other's eyes, and we knew.

It was so easy for me. The moment I saw him moving out of the woods in the silver moonlight that very first night and looking up into my eyes, I knew he was meant for me and I was meant for him. He was my soul mate.