Summary: Edward and Bella live in 1918. Edward doesn't get the flu and leaves to go fight in WWI leaving Bella in Chicago. While Edward is overseas he is changed by a vampire. Bella falls ill and is changed by Carlisle. What happens next? Read and Review please. Inspired by the song 'Just a Dream' by Carrie Underwood I own nothing
Why did it have to end like this? Edward was dead, lying at the bottom of a lake or something; and me lying here in this hospital bed.
I'd always thought that I'd die with gray hair and hugging one of my grandchildren. But, here I was, coughing on one of my last lungfuls of air at the tender age of seventeen, dying from the same illness that had claimed hundreds of lives already - including my parents'.
As I chocked on another hacking breath, a tall figure came into the ward. From what I could tell through my fever-induced haze, he was handsome. Eyes and hair of gold, good stature, dressed in a doctor's uniform. He walked down to the end of the ward, towards my bed.
He looked as if he could have been an angel, possibly the angel God had sent down to retrieve my soul, but something in his face made me think of something else, something I just couldn't put my finger on.
He sat down on the empty bed next to mine.
"Ms. Swan?" he asked in a hesitant voice. "I am going to try to save you…Would you like that?"
"Yes," I managed to croak. My whole body ached from the cursed disease. At this moment I would do anything just to get away from it.
The doctor nodded solemnly, and bent his head towards mine.
"I am sorry about this," he said, before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh at the base of my neck.
I screamed as fire licked its way along my body.
A/N: so tell me what you thought, where you think this story might go, any questions theories, or criticism is welcome
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Chapter 1 - Romeo and Juliet
It was at a dinner party that I met my Romeo.
Mr. and Mrs. Masen were throwing yet another party. Mrs. Masen wanted her son, Edward, to get married and settle down before he got too carried away with his dreams of a soldier's glory. He was almost old enough for the draft.
It wasn't that he didn't have anyone who would take him. Far from it, in fact. Edward Masen was one of the most eligible bachelors in all of Chicago. He had it all, charm, talent, money, but what set him on top, were his looks. He was very handsome- or so I was told. I'd never met the man before that night, my friend, Molly, told me all about him the day after she'd gone to one of the Masen's dinner parties.
My parents had brought me with them to see if I could catch the eye of someone here. I had just turned seventeen, and in this day and age, it wasn't uncommon for girls to get married this young. My mother wanted me to marry someone with money, and my father wanted me to marry a good man. They both seemed to think that he would be at this party tonight.
So that is how I came to be here, in the Masen's grand penthouse apartment, wandering about and not minding where I was going.
I began to make my way to the refreshment table when I was knocked over by someone rushing past me.
I'd closed my eyes, braced for impact with the marble floor, when two strong hands caught me around the waist, lifting me, effortlessly, back onto my feet.
I looked up to thank my savior when my eyes met a jade green pair that seemed to hold endless depth.
"I-I." Wow, I thought, angry with my reaction to this man's eyes. Very articulate, Bella.
"Edward Masen," the man with the green eyes said, raising my hand to his lips. "At your service."
I ducked my head, a blush staining my cheeks a dark red. "Bella Swan."
"Well, Ms. Bella, would you care to dance?" he asked holding a hand out to me.
I took it without thinking, with out even stopping to mention that I couldn't dance to save my life.
"So," He began as the band struck up a slow waltz. "Who are you with on this fine evening?"
"My parents brought me with them," I said, wondering if he could feel the zing that passed through my body at his touch.
We talked all through this dance and the next, ignoring the change in tempo. Amazingly, I didn't trip over my feet once the entire time.
I caught glimpses of my parents and Edward's watching us as we danced through the crowd of people.
After a few songs, we went out onto the balcony.
The view of Lake Michigan was amazing. The shore line was rippled with the distorted reflections of the street lamps. Farther out, the lights of a dinner boat glimmered in the blackness.
It was a chilly January evening. I blushed when Edward took off his jacket and placed it around my shoulders.
"Thank you," I mumbled.
He smiled and leaned against the railing, his eyes trained on my face instead of the magnificent view in front of us.
"What?" I asked after a few minutes of feeling his gaze on me.
Edward blinked and turned his head away slightly. "Nothing."
"Isabella?" a voice called from inside. "Isabella, where are you?"
I rolled my eyes at my mother's tone. I sighed, not wanting to leave.
"I should go," I said, shrugging out of Edward's jacket.
"Will I see you again?" His question sounded as if he was holding on to some desperate hope.
I blushed. "I hope so," I mumbled, before walking back inside to the dissipating party.
Just as I reached the door, I looked back to where Edward stood. The look on his face made me blush hard enough that I could've sworn he felt the heat from where he was standing.
I stepped through the doors and very nearly tripped over my dad.
"Ready to go, Bella?" he asked, setting me back on my feet.
He led me through the remaining guests towards the staircase.
Mom was waiting for us at the bottom, talking animatedly to Mr. and Mrs. Masen.
"Ah, there they are," she said as we approached.
"Well it was nice seeing you again, Ed," Dad said, shaking Mr. Masen's hand.
"Maybe we should do it again, sometime soon," Mrs. Masen said, her green-eyed gaze, so much like Edward's, focused on me.
"I had a lovely evening," I said politely, ignoring her staring.
"Well, goodnight, Elizabeth," Mom said, pulling Mrs. Masen in for a hug.
I pulled my coat around my shoulders, and followed them out the door.
"Well, I think that went rather well," Mom said conversationally as she slid her arm through mine.
"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.
She shared a conspiratorial glance with my father, but said nothing.
We walked down Michigan Avenue in silence.
I loved this city. Everything from the hustle and bustle of Michigan Ave. to the calm serenity of the beaches scattered along the lakeshore, to the laughter of the children at the many playgrounds scattered through every neighborhood. This was my city, my home.
By the time we'd reached our house, it was nearing two o'clock in the morning. I'd really lost track of time at the party.
I went up to my room, lying down on the bed without getting undressed or taking off my shoes.
I couldn't get Edward out of my head. The way he looked at me, the way he seemed to care about everything I'd said, unlike some of the suitors I'd met in the past.
He had the most mesmerizing eyes. They looked as if they'd been crafted from the most flawless emeralds. He seemed to be looking down into my soul, seeing me for what I really was, not the polite façade I put on in company.
I couldn't help but think that there was something about him that drew me in. Molly had at least one thing right about him; he was a very good dancer.
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of blueberry muffins baking in the kitchen.
I put on my robe and made my way down the stairs.
"Morning, Princess," said Dad as he took another muffin from the plate.
I smiled sleepily at him, walking over to the stove where a pot of warmed milk awaited me.
The rest of the day passed by in the same manner. Very quiet, and very peaceful.
I went back up to my room, thinking about trying to fall back into dreamland, where I could see Edward again.
I couldn't sleep the night after the party. Bella kept popping up in my thoughts.
I couldn't help it. She was beautiful and mysterious. The way her eyes lit up when she laughed, the way her hair shimmered with crystal pins in the light.
I loved the way she blushed - which seemed to be quite often - it made her look, if anything, even more angelic. And her voice seemed like the sweet sound of angels calling.
When we danced, she seemed unsure, like she was expecting to trip over her own feet.
But the thing about her that intrigued me, more than anything, were her eyes.
They were a dark, rich brown, like melted chocolate. When I looked into them, I felt as if the world around me had stopped.
I had the funny feeling that I was falling for this girl. It was ridiculous. I met her not twelve hours ago, and yet... I couldn't help wondering if she was thinking of me at this moment.
Dad said that when he met Mom, he had fallen in love with her at that exact moment. Was that what'd happened to me? Would I be able to woo Bella the way my father did my mother?
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