The Vibration of Love - Chapter 6
Edward continued. “Apparently what Ms. Jordan has been telling us during her last few visits to our world is true.” There was a blur, and he was back with his laptop. He set it down on the piano, and the Cullens walked over, looked at my picture and scanned the article.
“This is you?” Emmett asked, pointing to the laptop.
“Cool!” He said. “This is better than Star Trek.”
I smiled at him.
“I think we would all agree that there’s no possibility that Bella Swan could have played what Ms. Jordan just played?” Edward asked, looking at his family.
They chuckled and shook their heads.
Carlisle appeared deep in thought. Edward looked at him and nodded.
“Please stop doing that,” I said.
“I apologize,” Edward said. “Carlisle was thinking that he is going to contact a colleague who is a physics expert.”
“Who is it?” I asked.
Edward and Carlisle looked at each other.
“You’re doing it again,” I said.
Edward smiled. “It’s a hard habit to break. We were wondering if Carlisle’s colleague exists in your world the same way that he exists in our world.” Edward turned the laptop to face him and typed something then turned the laptop back toward me. “Do you recognize this man?”
I stared at the picture. “That looks like Stephen Hawking, but, a healthy, younger version of him. The Stephen Hawking in my world is almost completely paralyzed.”
Carlisle and Edward looked at each other again. I frowned at them to let them know I disapproved of their silent conversation.
“Bella,” Carlisle said, “In the early sixties, the family lived in Cambridge, and I studied physics at the University. Stephen was already regarded as a genius. We became friends, and I spent as much time with him as I possibly could because his theories of how the universe worked were so intriguing. He was obviously much more astute and observant than the average person and realized that there was something very different about me, but he respected my privacy and never pressed me for details. A few years after we met, he was diagnosed with a motor neuron disease and only given a few years to live. The thought of the world losing his genius at such a young age was unbearable to me. I discussed his situation with the family, and they gave me permission to approach him about becoming one of us.”
I looked at the picture on the laptop. “He obviously accepted,” I said.
Carlisle nodded. “He didn’t die in your world?”
“No, he was supposed to, just as you said. At first, they said he would only live two to three years, then it became ten years. He gradually lost all use of his arms, legs and voice and is wheelchair bound, but he’s in his sixties, uses a voice synthesizer and was just awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom. One of my favorite quotes is attributed to him, “The human race is so puny compared to the universe that being disabled is not of much cosmic significance.” I’ve also read that he thinks his disability has been a large factor in why he is well known. He’s been able to accomplish so much with a body that barely functions. Yet, he has made the body he has serve his purpose. One of his goals is to simplify cosmology and quantum physics so that the average person can understand it. He even wrote a children’s book about it.”
“That’s fascinating,” said Carlisle. “I assumed that he was going to die, so I offered to turn him. I was wrong. He went on to accomplish so much in your world.”
“What happened to him after you turned him?” I asked.
“He told people he knew that he was going to China to try alternative healing techniques. That gave him the time he needed to get through the newborn phase. Once he could control himself around humans, he returned to Cambridge and told everyone that a Chinese Qigong master had cured him. He taught at Cambridge and made significant scientific advances, but eventually, people began to notice that he was not aging. He had become too well known in the scientific community to move somewhere else and pursue physics. He eventually faked his death, and now exists under an assumed name and wears a disguise. He teaches at the University of Seattle and keeps a low profile.” Carlisle looked off into the distance for a moment, and then said, “Maybe I didn’t do the world a favor by turning him after all.”
“Carlisle, it was his choice. You have no way of knowing what his contribution will be in this world. Maybe this world needs a genius who keeps a low profile and spends his time on theory instead of a genius whose disability makes him relate better to the average person.”
Carlisle smiled at me. “Thank you, Bella. One similarity you have with our Bella is your compassion and concern for others’ feelings.”
I returned his smile.
“I’ll call Stephen and see if he can pay us a visit. I’m sure he will be fascinated by your story.”
“Thank you, Carlisle,” I said.
He nodded and went to his study.
Emmett walked over to me. “Bella, the last time you were here, you said your husband was the actor who played Edward in the movie series about us.”
“Who was the lucky guy who played me?”
I walked over to Edward’s laptop and Googled, ‘Kellan Lutz,’ and then clicked on his IMDB bio.
“Him?” Emmett laughed. “He’s scrawny!”
I laughed. “I definitely won’t be telling Kellan you called him scrawny. His ego would be severely wounded. Actually, he’s considered to be pretty hot. You should be flattered! Do you want to see who your character is married to?”
“Hell, yeah!” He roared.
I glanced at Rosalie and saw her roll her eyes.
“Rosalie was a challenge to cast since the book describes her as the most beautiful woman in the world,” I said.
“Well, that’s one thing they got right,” Emmett said, as he swept Rosalie off her feet and carried her over to the laptop.”
They stared at Nikki’s picture.
“She’s nowhere near as beautiful as you, Rose, but she is pretty hot!”
Rose smacked him.
“OK, now that I’ve seen the real Carlisle, I have to say, he wins the award for most miscast vampire ever!” I searched Google Images for a picture of Peter on the TV show, ‘Nurse Jackie.’ For that role, Peter kept his naturally dark brown hair, and this picture showed him with a scruffy beard.
When I showed them the picture, the entire family, minus Carlisle, roared with laughter.
“No way!” Emmett howled. “Carlisle, you have got to see this!”
There was a blur, and the laptop and all of the Cullens disappeared. Presumably, they reappeared in Carlisle’s study.
I decided to take the opportunity to go outside for some air and to clear my head. It was a beautiful, crisp, clear night; the moon was full, and the sky was filled with stars. I strolled a few feet from the house and stared at the brilliant sky. It’s so different from L.A., I thought.
“Yes, it is.” I heard Edward’s voice behind me.
“I never see stars like this in L.A. There’s too much light pollution,” I said. “The sky is so beautiful here.”
Edward looked up and then looked back at me. “It is beautiful, but it pales in comparison to you,” he said brushing his fingers against my cheek.
“Edward, what are you doing?” I said, stepping away from his touch.
“You may not be my Bella, but this is still her body. She is beautiful,” he replied. He dropped his hand and turned to look at the stars again.
The brisk night air made me shiver. Edward took off his jacket and slipped it on my shoulders.
“Thank you,” I said.
“You’re welcome,” he replied. As I pulled the jacket tighter around me, he automatically reached up to brush the hair from my face, something I was sure he’d done thousands of times to his Bella. He stopped himself before he actually touched me, and dropped his hand. He looked so sad, I felt sorry for him.
“Edward, it’s OK. I know you want to touch her. It’s natural. I’ll try to remember I’m borrowing your fiancée’s body and be more understanding.” I reached out and took his hand. He pressed my palm to his lips.
“Thank you,” he said. “It’s painful to be near you and not touch you.”
I heard an owl hoot. “That’s something else that’s different from L.A. There’s no where in L.A. for an owl to roost.”
“Would you like to see her babies,” he asked.
My eyes popped. “Are you serious?”
He smiled and nodded.
“That would involve flying through trees with you, wouldn’t it?” I asked.
He nodded again.
“Do you promise not to drop me?” I asked.
He laughed. “Yes, I promise not to drop you.”
“OK, let’s do it,” I said tentatively.
He swung me onto his back and started to climb a nearby tree. The limbs and leaves flew by in one continuous blur. I finally closed my eyes and buried my face in his neck.
“You can open your eyes now,” he said, as he swung me off of his back and stood me in front of him.
When I opened my eyes, several pair of tiny black eyes stared back at me.
“Oh, they are adorable! Their eyes take up almost their entire face,” I laughed.
At that moment, the mother decided to try to scare us away. I heard a screech and saw a rush of wings; I jumped, and Edward pulled me tightly against his chest while he growled at the mother. She flew away in terror.
“That growl of yours is pretty scary,” I said.
“It’s supposed to be,” he replied.
That thought made me very aware of being held tightly by a vampire while one hundred feet up in the air on the limb of a tree. This is insane! What am I doing? I thought.
“What’s insane?” Edward asked. I felt his breath next to my ear.
As he spoke, I also became aware of how turned on he was as evidenced by the bulge protruding into my back. I felt an involuntary surge of lust course through me.
“Mmm,” he said, next to my ear. “I’m not the only one whose body gives them away.” I could feel his breath on the back of my neck.
“Except that it’s not my body, Edward.”
He turned me around so my back was leaning against the tree trunk. His arms were on either side of me, and he was inches from my face.
“But it is my fiancée’s body,” he said. He ran his finger along my jaw. When he started to run it toward my chest, I grabbed his hand.
“Stop. This may be her body, but I’m not her.”
“I don’t know if I can stop,” he said, as he leaned toward me and breathed deeply the way a sommelier might inhale a wine’s bouquet.
“Edward, look at me.” He met my eyes. “You have a choice. You can let the vampire in you rule your actions, or you can choose to be like a …” I paused. “I was going to say more like a human, but I know that you aspire to be like Carlisle.” I added silently, We all need to aspire to be more like Carlisle.
He stared at me for a moment, and I saw him struggling to put the monster back in its cage. He leaned away from me.
“Can we go back to the ground now?” I asked.
“You’ll have to come close again,” he smiled.
I stepped toward him; he wrapped my arms around his shoulders and then put his arms around my waist. “Hang on tight,” he said just before he jumped.
I screamed all the way to the ground. When he landed softly, and let go of me, I fell to my knees; my legs were too weak with fright to support my body.
“Are you OK?” He laughed.
I was too scared to do anything except nod. He helped me to my feet, and we went back inside.
“What is wrong with you?” Emmett asked. “You’re almost as pale as we are.”
“I showed her the owl’s nest,” Edward replied.
“Bella, you’re a wimp!” Emmett laughed. “That nest is only about a hundred feet up.”
I just shook my head.
“Hey do you want to watch some Trek and see if we get any other ideas on what’s happening to you?” Emmett asked.
“Sure,” I nodded.
There was a blur, and Emmett was back with an armload of DVDs. “I picked out all of the time travel episodes.”
He popped a DVD into the player, and All Good Things, the Star Trek Next Generation series finale began.
“This is one of my favorites,” I said. I sat down on the sofa and began to watch.
It was difficult not to stare at her. What happened to me out there? I almost lost control. Why is she having this affect on me? I glanced at Emmett and Rosalie who were already ignoring the TV, and silently planning what they would do to each other during their next sexcapade. God! I’ve become like them! It’s all I can think about!
I looked back at Bella. Now that I was sure she was not my Bella, the differences between them were so obvious. This Bella was so much more self-assured. There was a maturity and ease about her that my Bella didn’t have. She was also far more graceful and talented. I stopped. What am I doing? She’s married to someone else. I’m engaged. Get control of yourself! I tried to focus on the television.
About half way through the show, I realized I could no longer hear her thoughts. I glanced at her, and she was sound asleep. I picked her up and brought her back to my room. I gently placed her on the bed and covered her with a blanket. I sat down next to her to watch her sleep. I tried to tell myself that I was doing this because I wanted to be here in case my Bella returned.
Yes, and because I want to be close to her, I thought.
Stop it! I yelled in my mind at the monster that was thinking about what we were doing when this Bella arrived here earlier tonight.
Before I could stop myself, I had reached out to brush her hair with my fingertips. She sighed and moved closer to me so her head was resting on my chest. My Bella had slept this way hundreds of times, and the monster in me had stayed in its cage. I could peacefully watch her sleep; it was like a form of meditation. However, having this Bella’s body pressed against me was a form of torture. I couldn’t stop thinking about coming inside of her and how much I wanted to do that again.
I knew I had to get out of this room, but the monster in me refused to move.
The next chapter is titled: “Midnight Sun.”
Midnight Sun: If you don’t know what Midnight Sun is, what are you doing on a Twilight related FanFiction site? LOL!
I title the next chapter after Stephenie Meyer’s draft of Twilight from Edward’s POV because she revealed just how close Edward came to killing Bella.
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