A Life Extraordinary (Inc Outtake) by LolaShoes (Pt 2 of 3) Complete.pdf

Fanfiction Based On Characters From Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight Series

Rated MA for Language and Sexual Situations

Trilogy Part 2

A Life Extraordinary

(Sequel to Let Your Light Shine)

By LolaShoes

Summary: Sequel to "Let Your Light Shine." After Bella's change, Edward and Bella explore how she's

different, what their life can be, and what it means to love without fear or limits. AU, Rated M for lots

of lemons

Chapter 1: Prologue

I knew how it had sounded, of course, when I had told Edward I wanted him to bite me after he

madelovetomeIwasn’tobliviousIhadrealizedevenatthetimethatIneededto cringe a bit

when I spoke the words out loud. But he had asked. He had wanted to know. I remembered his

expressionpainamusementandshockHecalleditmy‘sexyvampirecliché

I drew strength in the honesty of my words as I repeated them again and again, even though he

teased me and suggested he would need to buy a cape. Even though he pressed me for details he

didn’tseemtowanttohearThemoreIsaidthemorehelistenedthemorehisfacesoftenedatmy

fantasy and the fewer teasing words he spoke in return. I had not expected Edward to change his

mind, but I never want to lie to him.

It was our honeymoon. We were insatiable. The first time we made love after that conversation, I

wondered if he would take me seriously and decide to change me in the moment, swept up as my

lover, not my protector. After that, I never thought of it again when he was inside me. It was a

wonder I could think at all with Edward naked, our limbs tangled, our words feverish.

I now understand why he was acting strange. He had needed me to center him. Making love to me

reminded him that he had immense restraint, it was his rally, his pep talk; I understand that now all

too well. I had taken him into my mouth hungrily – I knew no other way to take him - conveniently

leaving the smell of him on my lips, on my breath. He had covered my neck in the moisture between

my legs as we made love. He had put the anchor there, knowing he would need to be able to find

where he went in, to be able to pull himself out later.

How naïve I had been to not understand how delicate my skin was. His teeth had easily pushed into

my neck as easily as a finger waves in the air. My blood had rushed eagerly into his mouth,

overwhelming even Edward who had worked so hard to train himself to abhor the thought of my

blood in his mouth. His cry was agony. I had begged him to go, to drink. His fingers pinned me. His

teeth sliced me quickly. No, not sliced because that implies effort. It took none. My flesh was no

barrier. It was a joke. The entire time he drank, only one thought lingered in my mind, temporarily

pushing the fire away: How could he make love to me all this time? All this time that strength had

been restrained, chained. How did he manage? It would be like protecting a dandelion from the

wind, protecting a sugar cube from scalding tea.

With this understanding, I found that the first things I lost were my tears. I could not cry at the

realization of his immeasurable restraint, his monumental worship of my fragile body akin to an

eggshell on a bulldozer. It was too late to pour my heart into a kiss, to tell him that I now

understood what it meant for him to be with me, to be inside me, to touch me at all let alone

intimately and passionately. I know only now why he resisted for so long. His teeth had sunk into

my skin so easily, his fingers could snap my neck with a slight twist, what would be a nervous twitch

to a human; in his hands it would be lethal. I knew that now.

*****

Now, I lay dying beside him. His cold arms shook around me with the effort it took to not sob against

me as he had sobbed against Carlisle. His voice murmured in my ear constantly: stories of love, of

lovemaking, of making me eternal. I wanted to reach out to him, soothe him. I wanted to tell him he

had made the right decision, that I felt the strength of us in the moments of release and restraint

that he had allowed himself and that that was all I needed to make it through whatever came, but I

couldn’tmoveNowmydelicateskinwasbarelycontainingthefirebeneathafire that flew from

freezing to burning to freezing again. There was no relief provided in the fluctuation, no balm to my

skin as from a cold pool to a warm bath. It was an angry fire. It hated me. It had corralled knives,

shrapnel, and broken glass and was juggling it all in its tendrils as it cackled. As it crackled, the

sharp items deflected against my skin before descending for another round in the circle.

IfoundifIcouldliestillifIcouldfocusonthesoundofEdward’sconstantvoiceinmyear I could

manage it. I could keep from screaming. I could keep from writhing in his arms because there was

one thing I never wanted him to see, and that is how terrifying this was for me.

*****

A year may have already passed or it could have been only a minute. My body burned. My skin, I

truly feared, was on fire. I tried to open my eyes to look but realized my lids must have burned shut.

Scorched flesh? Pity, my face was now disfigured. Would Edward still love me? I turned my mind

from the angry fire; its sharp vengeance punishing me for my innocence, for thinking if this were

done in a moment of the truest love it would be different. I wanted to laugh at the naïve Bella of one

year or one minute ago. I focused instead on the delicious cool arms around me. A whisper in my

earthestoryofadinneratCharlie’shouseafterEdwardreturnedfromItalyandaftermychest

hadhealedEdwarddescribedCharlie’sthoughtsthatnighthowheconsideredwhichgunhewould

like to use to shoot Edward. Edward laughed quietly in my ear as he described how I chatted away

obliviously, wanting to soothe my two men at the table. Then his voice turned soft, promising to

earn my forgiveness every day. As much as I hated that he felt the need to keep saying this, the

constancy of this statement kept me grounded while I burned. It was being played on a loop; its

return signaled to me that time had indeed passed.

*****

Edward’sneedstartedasasmalltwingeinmychestupnearmyshoulderItfeltalmostasifithad

lodged against an organ that had since hardened, leaving the need trapped inside a bubble.

Carlisle’swordsofreassurancewereentirelyinsufficientIcouldfeelEdwardnodblanklyagainst

myshoulderwhenCarlisle’svoiceassuredhimthatIwasexactlywhereI should be in the process.

He was not convinced that I was okay, that my transformation was proceeding normally or that I

wouldeverwakeupEdward’sneedencapsulatedinthebubbleinmychestgrew

It pushed against a rib. My rib did not budge. It was made of stone now. The bubble insinuated itself

intomychestcavityandintomyabdomeninsistingonbeingaddressedEdward’sneedtoknowI

was okay was consuming him, consuming me. I pushed a sound through my lips. I was afraid if I said

much more I would scream and I would lose the tenuous control I had over my body, but I did not

want the bubble to explode within me. That, I knew, would make me scream.

“M’okayImumbled

Edward stiffened next to me, his streaming train of thought interrupted. “Bella?heaskedurgently

“Didyousaysomething?OhGodBelladidyousaysomething?”

It was all I could manage, but the bubble was gone for now. I returned to focusing on not screaming.

*****

EdwardhadleftmeIdidn’tknowwhenhehadorhowhehad done it, but I knew he had. I still could

notopenmyscorchedeyestoseewhowaswithmeEdward’scoolarmsweregoneHehadasked

someone else to hold me, someone with soft flesh, with warm arms. Maybe Edward was worried

that his arms were too cold. Maybe he needed to hunt. I could smell sage and ocean, honey and

lavenderIfitweren’tforthelingeringsmellofEdwardandthesoundofhisvoice— it must be

coming from his scent on the sheets, his voice on a tape recorder... my mind landed on the only

logical explanations — I would have given up and screamed. I had to hold on; I had to assume

Edward would come back to me.

*****

Mybodydidn’tburnanymoreThepainhaddisappearedgraduallybutsoslowlytherewasno

relief in the process. For a long time the burn lessened but not enough to matter. When it lessened

enough to no longer be considered painful, there were too many other sensations for me to realize

that I could sit up, open my eyes. Everything tingled. I felt every movement of air in the room. I

heard voices; one was right next to me. Two were fifteen feet away. Three were a few hundred yards

from me. I heard breathing, rustling.

“Anymomentnowshe’llwakeI’llleaveyoutwoaloneEdwardI’llberightoutside”Iheard

Carlisle’ssoftvoiceriseaboveEdward’simposter’sconstantwhisperinginmyear

Was he speaking to Edward? Was Edward in the room with this stranger and me? What person,

whathumanwasholdingmeagainsthimandwhywasn’tEdwardholdingme?Iwilledmyeyes

open, hoping to push apart the skin that had burned together.

My eyes opened easily. I stared at the ceiling. The room was filled with light. Sunshine came in

through the windows in waves of color. The air formed soft cylindrical shapes as it moved around

the furniture. The sound of the mosquito netting around the bed was a soft rhythm in my ear. I

heard different sizes of waves on the water outside. I heard sand blowing on the beach.

“Bella?”Edward’svoicemybeaconmyrockIturnedmyheadtoofast The world spun settling on

his features next to me, not leaning against a wall watching a stranger hold me. It was his arms that

were around me. It was his soft flesh touching mine.

His eyes were not simply amber as my human eyes had believed. They were golden with tiny flecks

of black; he was hungry. His shimmering eyes appeared to be illuminated from within. His skin held

the luster of satin, the smoothness of marble, and the softness of my former human flesh. His hair

was rumpled, bronze, and beautiful. I could feel his chest muscles moving underneath his skin and

he pulled me tighter. I could feel the bones in his arms around me. His face broke out into the most

magnificent smile as he stared at my lips, at my smile. His smile traveled from my eyes to the depth

of my stomach causing a moan to escape my lips. I pressed my hand to his delicious mouth, willing

myself to believe that he was real. He was far more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. He

pulled his head back slightly laughing at the force of my touch. I pulled my hand back quickly and

stared at it, at the silvery sheen of my skin, before turning my gaze back to his molten eyes.

Hegaspednexttomeasoureyesmethismouthopeninshock“OhmyGodBellayour eyes. ”

*****

Chapter 2: Disoriented

EPOV

It would be a waste of words to describe my state of mind while Bella lay next to me: ten thousand

words to describe anxiety, agony, fear, doubt, love, lust, and hunger. Nobody needs to read that. It

was three days of agony for me, and no doubt worse for Bella.

She had retreated into her mind, screaming only whenever my voice stopped. It had happened

twice; once when I took a moment to gaze at her, letting my words fall away as I stared at her face,

missing her smile already. I had called for Carlisle when she had first screamed. When I realized she

calmed at the sound of my voice I just continued, determined to keep speaking to her until she

returned to me. The other time it happened was after she had spoken, after she had tried to say

something. I had been so shocked at her words that I was momentarily speechless. She screamed

before I regained my stream of chatter and she retreated again.

Speaking to Bella while she lay unconscious in bed was a familiar position for me to be in; it calmed

me, too. Only this time the love of my life just happened to not be sleeping peacefully but rather

dying in my arms only to wake as a vampire, as the vampire I had created.

When I saw her begin to stir, my entire world snapped into focus. I tried to anticipate what she

would say, what she would need. I whispered her name and her head whipped to me, her eyes

searching for a moment to steady on my face. Her expression softened: relief, love, need, and calm

washed over her features. I wanted to pounce on her, to jump on the bed in joy but needed to

remain quiet for her. I studied her face and then our eyes met; for a long moment, I was lost in her

warm, familiar gaze.

*****

“OhmyGodBella your eyes ”Isaidstaringatherluminouseyesshiningwith joy at seeing my face

next to her.

“Whatdoyoumean?sheaskedsoftlybringingherfingerstohercheekbonesHerblushnever

appeared. Her voice was soft, angelic, but husky. Bella had become so unbearably breathtaking I

couldn’tstopstaringather. She was clearly destined to become a vampire and I had almost

thwartedfate’splansforherbyresisting

She was beyond description. Her beauty made me mute. Her skin was luminescent and smooth. Her

lips were deep crimson; a shade women work years to find in a tube of makeup, truly florid, still full

– fuller, even – and more delectable than any lips I had ever seen. Her hair cascaded over her

shouldersdeepchestnutwavesthickandglossyAndhereyeswere brown . There was a soft ring

of burgundy around the edge, but it was only visible in the light. My mouth turned into a smile.

“They’re not red ”

“What?sheaskedsittingupquicklyShelookeddisorientedatthemovementShelookeddownat

the bed where she had been lying and then back up at me quickly. I smiled at her movement before

realizing she was distressed. It had been so long since my own transformation I could no longer

remember the anxiety that accompanied the unfamiliar speed. Her eyes narrowed as though the

room was too bright. Her hands fluttered near her ears. There were too many sounds.

“Theyare still brown maybesomeburgundy?Bellalookatme”EvenknowingherconfusionI

could not stop smiling. I wanted to pull her down on top of me, to crash my lips against her full

rosebud pout, feel her soft tongue against mine, and feel her moaning in my throat. My hands

touched either side of her face. A bolt of energy passed through my skin and within a millisecond

she was frozen against the wall on the far end of the room.

“Edward, what was that ?" she asked, panicked.

Ididn’tknowifshewasreferringtotheeffectsofmyhandsonherfaceorhowshehadmovedso

quickly. She looked down at her body as if for explanation. She was still naked. I had not bothered

dressing either ofusafterIhadmadelovetoheranddevouredherdaysearlierIhadn’twantedto

leave her side even for a moment.

“OhmyGodBellayou’re fucking stunning ”Isworeunconsciouslyatthesightofherandstoodup

slowly from where I had been tangled in the sheets.

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