Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

Annabel Lee
Part One

The wind rushed with a deep howl of night clutching at the throat of twilight, sweeping the trees across the grass and through the night sky, capturing the moons light on the drops of sparkling water that sat wearily on the verdant leaves. Salt rushed with the breeze, blowing up and into the open window high above the grassy flatland the small house fell upon. The sky was a dull grey above the trees, billowing clouds rushing past a non existent sun that seemed to mock Bella's mood. She sighed heavily, her book falling beside her as she rolled over and closed her eyes.

Boxes filled the room, filling the empty spaces with clutter and the cracks in the foundation with her fathers worry. Charlie seemed distant, happy enough to see his daughter moving on, but filled with melancholy at the time in which it took place. In his eyes Bella was still the little girl who used to bounce on his lap, pushing for the remote and falling at every corner with a low thud, only to watch as she picked herself back up again, and trotted off to her destination.

And now Edward would be there, to watch as she picked herself back up again, brushing the dirt off her knees and pushing her hair from her face with a small huff. He tended to smile at the thought, tears stinging his eyes with loss as he helped her with packing, watching as Alice walked in and out of the house, always with something in hand, something for the wedding.

It was impending, a tunnel of fear that dared to consume Bella whole, matrimony had always been a distant thought for her, filled with anxiety and pain. And now it rose over the outlying horizon, over a land of new possibilities and adventures, a whole new life. If not for the small fact that her last wish as a human would be granted through this agonizing endeavor, she would have told him that forever with her was enough.

But she would always remember the look in his golden eyes, the way they sparkled with excitement, the look of relief finalized by the kiss of a promise that stung sweetly with honesty. She sighed again, thoughts of Edward always seemed to take her breath away, she had to remember she was alive to shake herself from it.

Soon a cool rush of air disturbed the modestly peaceful day, a presence, one she knew all too well, making itself known by a brush of fingertips on her cheek. She opened her eyes carefully, adjusting to the beauty that now lay in front of her, blinding for a moment, and then stunning in all it's glory. His eyes waited for her own, watching as she took him in, the rush of adrenaline marking itself with the blush that painted her cheeks.

Her eyes seemed to be fighting with emotions, creating a rift in their vast depths, causing a worrisome look to cross upon Edward's flawless features.

"Bella?" He asked, his long fingers under her chin, causing her gaze to bare into his own.

"Edward?" She asked back, her lips moving minimally, her eyes straying away from the intense stare of his own.

"Are you alright?" It was polite, an old cadence that she could never quite create herself.

"Fine," It was all her voice could manage, her throat dry and broken, her breathing becoming shallow as time passed.

"Why don't I believe you?"

"Because I'm a horrible liar," He chuckled innocently, the corner of his flawless lips turning upward with a delightful curve. She smiled warily, turning away from him as she stood up.

"But why would you need to lie?" He questioned, his eyes on her as she moved, waiting for her answer.

"To make myself believe it's the truth?" It came out like a question, as if the answer wasn't even enough to convince herself of the fact. She turned to him finally, her arms hanging at her side, her hair a mess around her face, her eyes still with ghosts that swam beneath the surface.

"Is it the wedding, again?" He asked sheepishly, it was a matter of days away, the date encroaching like a hidden tiger, waiting to pounce at any moment.

"No," She rolled her eyes, he was so reluctant to believe she could go about this without fighting.

"It's…Charlie."

She flopped on the bed, her hands landing in her lap as she fell back on the quilt that still lay across her bed, the only thing in the room that wasn't ready to be shipped.

"Oh," It was apparent in his voice he knew what the problem was. Edward's mistake being that he told Bella his thoughts, and how sad he was to see her leaving. Guilt had never run short with Bella, the feeling was practically a ritual for her, and frankly, it gave Edward a headache. "I thought I told you it was nothing to worry about, love."

"Since when have I listened to you?" She quipped, her eyes closed with her hands clutched in fists in front of them.

"You're right," He laughed half-heartedly, "Oh Bella."

He pulled her up and into his lap before she could protest, her warmth creating an ache that built deep in the pit of his stomach, itching a need that begged to be scratched. He carefully stroked her hair, following the curve of her waist and the swell of her hip before starting over again. She sighed, letting the tension that built in her muscles go.

"I'm just worried," She felt his kisses soft in her hair, tingling down her back and further…

"I know," His lips moved across her hair, "It's what you do best."

She laughed with him this time, her barriers falling with the touch of his cold hands, easing the pain that ripped at the seams in her heart, and pulled at the strings of her sanity. Jacob had been on her mind lately also, and was more than likely the culprit of her foul mood, though she wouldn't admit it, and especially to Edward.

She smiled at him then, her eyes warming slightly under his gaze, her heart racing with his touch. He smiled at the flush he created on her cheeks, shading his eyes slightly with his lashes before looking up, longing plagued deep within his ochre eyes. Her breath caught, her heart spluttering defiantly in her chest.

"My offer is still out there Bella…" His lips trailed her cheek, his cool breath brushing against her warm ears, a shiver racing down her back.

"But the wedding…" Her compliance was just in reach, her hands shaking with the effort that control seemed to need, her veins pumping furiously with blood in her thundering ears. She closed her eyes for a moment, his look unbearable, "We're getting married soon."

"And?" His smile gleamed in the shadows, excitement lighting his darkened eyes. His lips traced the curve of her neck, the hollow at the base of her throat, her elegant collarbone.

"Are you sure?" She swallowed hard, her breathing erratic and uncontrolled.

"Are you sure, my love?" She'd been sure for much longer than he'd been. His compliance only fueling her need that much more, but now that it lay just in reach of her fingertips, she could hardly handle the thoughts that burgeoned in her mind, waiting, begging to be explored.

She bit her lip anxiously, a strand of her hair absently falling in her eyes. Edwards hand was swift, catching it and slowly moving it behind her ear, trailing his fingertips along her sensitive skin, causing another tremor to wrack through her body as Edward silently chuckled.

"Tomorrow," She finally whispered, a lingering of anxiety lacing the words tightly, "at the Meadow?"

"The Meadow?" He asked, his eyes searching her face, and finally her own coffee colored depths, "So it shall be."

And he smiled then, mischief, that of a teenage boy playing with the corners of his mouth, and the skin of his lips.

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Author's Note: Before I say anything more, the fact that the poem itself 'mentions' necrophilia, I did not take it into account when writing this. Edward may be the undead, but he is more than capable of feeling and touching. After that note, I hope I wrote a good Edward, he is somewhat difficult to get right. Revised and Reposted. Review!! --Delta