When Maisie woke up in the morning, the bed was empty. She knew Edward didn't sleep, maybe he just didn't come join her. But as she exited the bedroom and walked into the rest of the house she saw that nothing had been touched. Edward had been there very briefly, she knew when she checked the thermostat. He always turned it down for Maisie while she slept because she never remembered but always needed it cold when she slept. Other than that there was no sign of her boyfriend.
Maisie picked up the pasta bake dish from the floor and put it in the sink. The sun was shining brightly outside and she decided to stick true to her promise to paint. As she looked up from brushing her teeth, Maisie could see her reflection in the mirror. And by virtue the reflection of the bite mark on her neck.
It wasn't a hickey or light bruising. It was a straight scar. And there were three matching ones on her right wrist. The advanced healing had helped the wounds but a vampire's bite was permanent scarring, unless you had been turned from the bite.
Maisie gathered her supplies and set up on the rocky part of the shore. The scenery of the island was perfect for her first attempt at watercolor. It was going to be a mix of ink and watercolor. She should've been enjoying herself but everything just seemed too still. Maisie went inside briefly to grab her cellphone while the ink portion was drying. The phone was ringing when she entered.
"Carlisle? Yeah, I'm awake... no, I don't feel weird at all. Um, no he's not here right now... Yeah I think we're still extending the trip... mmm hmm, I'll see you guys at the start of August. Okay, bye."
Maisie turned around to head back outside. She rushed when she thought she saw the blur of Edward go by but he wasn't there when she reached. Maisie sighed in frustration and went back to her painting.
The days turned into weeks of the same routine. Maisie would get up, the only sign Edward had been around would be the turned down thermostat. She'd do some yoga and then start to paint. Every other day she'd take the boat into town and come back for dinner. If she went to bed without a blanket, Maisie would wake up with one on her. But she still hadn't actually seen her boyfriend. It had already turned into July. August would be coming up quicker than expected. Maisie was starting to become worried that she would go home alone.
That night Maisie was curled up on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her, watching television. Takeout containers from the barbecue restaurant were littered at the girl's feet. Her eyes grew heavy and her head started to bob. She was in a half-asleep state of mind, cognizant enough to hear the beeps of the thermostat. Edward. Maisie looked over the couch to see him walking out.
"Ed. Wait," she said.
The minute the words left her mouth, she knew he was going to run. She raced off the couch to try and stop him before he could leave or get too far.
"Edward! You promised to love me forever," Maisie screamed into the darkness of the outside. "What do you call this?! I haven't seen you in a month. I want to go home with you, not without."
She crouched down on the porch waiting, blanket draped pathetically over her. Maisie was about to head back inside when she heard the crunching of gravel underneath feet. She looked up to see Edward coming up with his head held down. Maisie stood up and ran to hug him.
"Please look at me," she pleaded.
Edward slowly looked up but he wasn't staring at Maisie's face. He was staring at the scar on her neck. It was like a spotlight was glaring on it and Edward was absolutely disgusted with himself.
"I hurt you. I almost killed you," he said as he lightly traced the scar with his fingers. "How could you want to be around me?"
"You didn't give us a chance to talk. Can you come inside?"
"I don't want to hu—"
"Okay," Maisie cut him off worried that he would run if he kept punishing himself. "We'll stay out here and talk. Why don't you tell me what happened."
"What happened should've never happened. I didn't realize my thirst was that apparent until it was too late." Edward swallowed.
She placed a hand on his cheek. "This was a possibility we knew could happen."
"No. It shouldn't ever be a possibility." Edward pulled away from her. "I was selfish, you can't ever be truly safe with me. I shouldn't have taken you from Embry."
Maisie huffed.
"Edward, please. You're my imprint, it's not just about your blood singer. I don't want Embry or anyone else. I want you and I knew this was a potential problem when I decided to be with you. I decided."
"But what if I had really killed you?"
"You didn't. I know this is hard for us but don't just leave because of it. Don't just leave me, you promised..."
"To love you forever. I haven't broken that promise, little wolf."
"Then please come inside. We can work through this but I want you to come inside first."
"Oka—"
Edward was confused. Maisie didn't know what the problem was. His gold eyes looked her in the eye and then at her body. He shook his head and stared longer. His senses were playing tricks on him, he was sure of it.
"No, that's not... There's two..."
"Ed?"
"There's two heartbeats."
"Edward! How dare you leave Maisie alone afte—" Rosalie was giving Edward an earful on the phone.
"Rosalie, I'm with her right now. Rosalie, I need Car— Rose, Rose I think Maisie's pregnant."
The line went dead silent on the other end.
"Rose. There's two heartbeats and I know the other one's not mine."
The barbecue was no longer sitting well with Maisie. She had gotten a whiff of the containers in the living room. She ran to the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet. Edward was in the bathroom in a second, rubbing her back explaining more to Rosalie and Carlisle.
"I know it's only been six weeks, I'm not even sure I could... are you okay, Mai Mai?"
Maisie nodded, finally lifting her head from the toilet. She brushed her teeth and rinsed out her mouth while Edward was finishing up the phone call. It was agreed they would change their flight to next week. Maisie sat on the couch across from Edward who still refused to touch her more than necessary. His hand was resting on her ankle, the one with the two anklets.
"I don't think dad was expecting grandkids this early," she tried to joke. "Or at all."
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"First the bites, now this."
It was silent between the two of them. Maisie didn't know what to say. Edward just had to take a look inside her mind. It was a mess of trying to work out what she could say to make it right. He smiled filtering through the thoughts. Her personality was so different from his. Whereas he had shut down and couldn't cope, Maisie was already trying to figure out how to make it all happy.
"Are you gonna let me sleep with you or does the mother of your future child have to cool down another way?"
Edward let Maisie push him back onto the couch. He grabbed the blanket like normally and placed it over her. Maisie kissed his cheek. Edward was fairly tight-lipped when she kissed his mouth, he didn't want to risk anything. She slumped back down. Edward picked up her wrist and kissed the three scars. There were only two thoughts of Maisie's that scared him as she went to sleep: how fast and how strong is the development of a vampire baby and how was the pack going to react when they found out.
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The Imprint or the Blood Singer
FanfictionMaisie Black. All about La Push. Shy girl unless you get to know her. Not one to make friends easily despite the fact that she very well could. Friends with her brother's friends until one Bella Swan comes back to town. Soon, Maisie starts to learn...