Wednesday, June 30, 2010
First up is Fred Astaire dancing on Broadway with his sister Adele in 1921.
Edward reads a book given to him by Carlisle as a bit of an in joke called "The Voyages of Dr Doolittle about a man who can hear and understand animals. The book was published in 1922 and won the Newberry Medal in 1923.
Here is the church that Edward attends with Elizabeth's family. It is the Lakeview Presbyterian Church on Addison Street in Chicago, built in 1888.
Edward takes Elizabeth on an outing to The Art Institute on Michigan Avenue overlooking the Lakefront.
A photo of Navy Pier where Edward and Elizabeth visited various amusements.
A photo of an early photomaton from 1927. These were in New York at this time and in Paris but I'm not too sure about Chicago, so I took a little artistic licence here for the story....plus I needed to fill Edward's memento box!
Coming up in Chapter 12:
What was Bella dreaming of when Edward, Carlisle and Emmett visited her room?
Edward goes back to school.....
Saturday, June 19, 2010
It was cold and I scooted back into the bed, under the covers, drawing Bella back into my chest. She hummed in pleasure and kissed my shoulder before slipping into a deep sleep. I thought I would be following shortly thereafter but sleep eluded me as I pondered the revelations I had made as we were making love. Yes that’s right, making love. It hadn’t just been sex, not from the first moment I had laid eyes on her.
And then Edward meets Jasper....
After work the next day, I grabbed some beers and Chinese takeout on the way over to Bella’s and arrived just a few minutes late. As I knocked on the door, Bella opened it and then stepped aside to introduce me to Jasper Whitlock, her best friend.
I had only taken two steps into the room, when I looked up, and just stopped. Before me was a very tall, very good looking, blond man in khaki trousers and a black short sleeved shirt. I saw the hint of a tattoo just poking out of the sleeve on his right arm. I felt the breath knocked out of me. This blond god of a man was my fiancé’s best friend?
And then he looked up at me and his cerulean blue eyes just seemed to see right inside me and I shivered.
Friday, June 11, 2010
The story so far:
Edward sees Bella in class on her first day in Forks and realizes she is the reincarnation of his first love and soulmate, Elizabeth, who was killed most heinously, leading him to start his vengeful killing spree back in the 1920's. Unfortunately Edward doesn't get his happily ever after when meeting Bella just yet, because unlike Elizabeth, Bella is his singer and he nearly kills her himself in the classroom.
Carlisle comes up with a plan to desensitise Edward to Bella's blood so that he can be around her without killing her. While he is submerging himself in Bella's scent, Edward reminisces about his love for her in her previous life when her name was Elizabeth...
In the last chapter, Edward finally revealed himself to Elizabeth after realizing that he knew her when he was human and they have just gone on their first date to the cinema and then onto to supper...
Dancing with Elizabeth was like nothing I had ever known before. My entire body was alive with an electric charge where we touched. Her slender fingers gathered in my hand, the warmth of her body burning through the material of my jacket and shirt, all the way through to my sensitive skin beneath. The soft warmth of her cheek resting against the cold skin of my neck and her generous breasts squashed against my chest, the inside of my thigh against her hip as I led her around the floor.
Every sense I possessed was attuned to every nuance of her breath, every tiny movement she made, every thought running through her mind. So much so that all the other voices in my head were muted and all I could hear was her thoughts and her infinite joy in being held in my arms again.
I glanced around and confirmed that we were alone in the room before I slipped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me.
“Elizabeth, one day, if it is the very last thing I do, we will be living in Paris. You will be painting and I will be composing. We will have our happy ever after. I promise you.”
The sound of a throat clearing behind me, jerked me to my senses. In that short time, a couple of old men had entered the room and were glaring at us. I must confess, being around Elizabeth was proving that whenever she was near, I was oblivious to the world around me. Only she existed for me.
Elizabeth blushed and confirmed that she was ready to leave. We sauntered out of the room and one of the old men winked at me as I walked past. He was thinking that if he was younger he would have given me a run for my money with the beautiful young lady. My arm crept around Elizabeth’s waist then and as she looked at me quizzically, I muttered “Dirty old man.”