Fire Or Ice? (A Twilight Fan-fiction)

Chapter 3: The calm before the storm

Adrienne’s POV:

“This letter must make its way to Emma's feelings. She was obliged, in spite of her previous determination to the contrary, to do it all the justice that Mrs. Weston foretold. As soon as she came to her own name, it was irresistible; every line relating to herself was interesting, and almost every line agreeable; and when this charm ceased, the subject could still maintain itself, by the natural return of her former regard for the writer, and the very strong attraction which any picture of love must have for her at that moment. She never stop till she had gone through the whole; and though it was impossible not to feel that he had been wrong, yet he had been less wrong than she had supposed—and he had suffered, and was very sorry—“

I sighed as I lost my interest in the book called Emma- something that I had read enough times to memorize it by heart. My thoughts kept going back to that… vampire in class and the almost torturous way as to how he reminded me of my beloved- whom I lost more than a century ago. The fact irked me to no end that he embraced his fate and left this world so easily while I have to struggle to live every day and was unable to meet him once again by lacing myself in the beautiful concept of death and stopping this painfully extended life once and for all.

Granted was the fact that I was not immortal and a simple thing such as a vampire’s poison reaching my heart can stop it forever- yet a werewolf cannot die that easily. We possess excellent healing abilities that came with being a wolf- this ability is able to heal just about any wound. Any physical wound. Emotional wounds still torture us like they do any other human. But we can’t possibly die from that pain.

That’s the only thing humans have in common with us.

So you can imagine my regret at not being able to save him and the fact that I had left him in the care of one of their kind- hoping that my Edward would come back to me… yet he did not.

He left me without so much as a warning that I won’t be able to see him again.

Oh! How I yearned to look into those mesmerizing emerald jewels that he called his eyes again. What would not I do to touch him again. What would not I give to just hold him in my arms again…

My Edward.

He was lost to me.

And he was not coming back.

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Edward’s P.O.V:

I took in a deep breath as I prepared to get out of my Volvo which I had parked outside a nice looking house- a house which belonged to her now.

A place which was surprisingly in our territory and was literally ten minutes drive from my place.

I still remembered my eternal shock when I found her standing in front of the class, introducing herself. Her voice bringing back so many forgotten memories… memories that I never knew I had after I was changed. Memories that I now recollect in my brain- some of them are as crystal clear as the ones I have now.

The memories that I would most likely cherish forever.

However, just like any other aspect of my life, this event too came with a gigantic problem. This for one does not have a solution.

Now I knew why I never ran into her whilst walking this earth for 107 years.

 My adored Adrienne- who was once the sole reason of my existence was a shape shifter (at least that’s what Rose claimed) while I, on the other hand was changed into none other than her mortal enemies- a vampire.

Fate found a nice way for punishing me for my sins.

I sighed as I set aside the disturbing thoughts and concentrated on the task that I had to complete here. I had come here to affirm whether she is a shape shifter or not. Although there can never be another option. What really could be the reason of her being able to live for so long if not this? I had excused myself from Bella’s company on account of my “thirst”. Not much of a genuine excuse, I know because it has been quite a long while that I had become immune to the awfully hypnotic pull of her blood to my vampire instincts.

Almost immune.

Brushing my fingers through my messy hair once again I got out of the car and took a deep breath to calm my nerves. A sweet scent made its way to me and not the horrible wet-dog smell that I expected further adding confusion to my list.

Shaking my head, I made my way to the door as for the first time I attempted to tune out all the humming in my head and concentrate on hearing her thoughts.

*I loathe you for leaving me so soon Edward.”

I flinched as I heard her soft hum through my head. It was as if she was talking directly to me.

Well is not she in for the surprise of her life. I took one last step and I was standing at the threshold of her house. I know I should not be doing this. That it was almost  too easy making her think that I had died all those years ago making our lives so much easier.

Yet I knew I had to. From the moment her extreme loneliness and saddened eyes screamed of the pain she was enduring… I knew I had to make this right.

Even though I was not how she remembered me to be she would be able to let go of the past and move on.

My thoughts were broken as I heard her sharp intake of breath as she probably sensed an enemy at her doorstep. I rang the doorbell and prayed to the heavens that she would let me explain exactly who I was as I heard a warning growl coming from her before she attacks me.

God, Help me.

Because if I had been a human, my heart rate would have doubled and my palms would have been slick with sweat at all the warning growls coming from inside of the house and getting closer….