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EPOV

I slipped back through the window, my hair wet with droplets of rain that I shook out as I stood watching my angel sleeping peacefully. Her brow creased a little as she groped next for her searching… I was there in a flash holding her hand an smoothing the line from her forehead, Bella mumbled a little and whispered "I love you" into my shoulder. "As I love you" I replied smiling at the words that I could never say enough, never convey the depth of my emotion to this fragile little girl. I thought about how she would not be quite so fragile very soon and how soon the happiest day of my life was. The sleeping angel that I held in my arms was to be my wife. Not Mike, Eric, Tyler or even that dog Jacob's, my wife, my Bella, my world, she just didn't grasp at how euphoric I was that she loved me and wanted to be my wife. Well I was certain she would love being my wife even if she wasn't wholly sure of it now. There were certain things that she would definitely love…and as much as I was dreading the wedding night, I wished it were tonight with an urgency that was overwhelming, our guidelines were becoming less and less distinct with each passing night.

I watched the sun rise lighting the sky in a blaze of red and orange, it cast a soft golden glow over the skyline, it was still fairly quiet in the city, the rest of the world had not yet risen to live out another day. Bella mumbled another name and I froze, instantly tense, Jacob, that name brought the most human of emotions along with it, jealous. "Jake, come back, I need to see you smile, JACOB!" the pain in her voice sent shards of glass through me but the last word had almost been a shout and Bella had awoken eyes searching franticly. They met mine and infinitesimally looked disappointed as though they had been looking for coal black eyes not gold. But she instantly brightened, mentally shaking the last remnants of her dream, and leaning forward lips searching. I bent and gave her what she wanted, feeling the warmth and softness of her lips, but she pulled away. Always so perceptive, my Bella, "what's wrong?" she asked softly her brown eyes gazing into me with love, acceptance, worry and so much more, my jealously and inhibitions melted and I dipped my head back down to hers and kissed her properly and passionately. "Absolutely nothing" I murmured against her collarbone, "mmm" she replied distantly, I chuckled for I knew she had probably forgotten the question. I extricated my self from her limbs that we had managed get tangled up in and moved away from the source of the most difficult of temptations. I wanted to stay and kiss her harder and much longer but I was a vampire and she human. It was so easy to forget in her presence that I was the most dangerous of killing machines, but I mustn't ever forget that because then I would lose her. And love, life, meaning would be over.

"So don't you want to know what the itinerary is for today?" to distract myself from the beating heart and beautiful flush on her cheeks. "Alright…what are we doing today Romeo?" she asked dutifully, "well my Juliet, we are in fact going to see the greatest of Shakespeare's tragedies Romeo et Juliet at the globe theatre no less" Bella's face broke into a smile and she began pushing away the duvet and stretching. "We're also going to take a cruise down the Thames."

Forty- five minutes later we were sitting on deck watching the waterfront pass by, well I was; Bella was fiddling with her hair. "Renee always had a knack" she said absently as I assured her hair looked wonderful. "No, I'm trying to do a French plait" raking through her hair angrily as she failed again to make the plait as perfect as she wanted. "turn round" I said and began combing my fingers through her soft, mahogany tresses, I picked out three sections at the top of her head an deftly began intertwining them to form the perfect French plait down the back of her head, and tied it off with a red ribbon. "When did you learn to plait?"

"well hanging around with Alice for decades you can't help but learn, she practised mercilessly on Rosalie until she had it perfect and then on a wig on herself as she says you can't be a girl and not know how to French plait your own hair. She was bitterly disappointed her own hair was too short."

Bella chuckled softly at Alice and ran her fingers surreptitiously over the line of the plait, "well it would be nice to find one thing you weren't better than everyone else at" she said defensively. I smiled down at her and began telling her about the landmarks around us.

We got of the boat and made our way down the embankment towards the globe, fingers entwined and hands swinging. It was an overcast day, but a soft glow filtered down through the trees, bathing everything in a golden hue of light. We joined the queue into the globe and I showed the ticket collector our tickets, they were for good seats, I wouldn't leave Bella to stand in the pit for 3 hours. We made our way up to our seats and made ourselves comfortable as we waited for the play to begin.

I watched Bella's face just as much as the actors on stage, she was completely entranced by the fated lovers attempts to stay together, not realising how futile their actions were as their fate was plotted out by a writer who alone held the key to their happiness. As Paris fought Romeo, Bella's face contorted in pain, I bit down a growl of frustration at not being able to hear into her beautiful, silent mind, to find out what was troubling her so much. When Juliet awoke to find her lover dead and took her own life, the tears were falling thick and fast, trickling down her cheeks. I understood her sadness was not just for the lives and love of Romeo and Juliet but that this was the last thing we watched together before I took the most stupid of actions and left her. This film was before the time I left her in mind if not in body. "There never was a tale of more woe, than of Juliet and her Romeo" the actors took their place and bowed to a standing ovation. "I always think, I always hope, that this time, maybe this time they'll be together." Bella said quietly but I heard her, I could never miss the sound of her voice.

We journeyed back to the hotel and Bella decided to take a bath, I sat on the bed listening to her moving around and the soft sounds of clothes being pulled off and the gentle splash as she slid into the water. I pulled out a book to distract myself from my angel lying in the warm water only metres away. " 1801.—I have just returned from a visit to my landlord—the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with…" Wuthering Heights once again…