Hello there, and welcome to my newest story, 'Heavy In Your Arms'.

For those of you reading 'Worlds Apart', I haven't abandoned that story, I'm merely writing two stories at the same time. I aimed to finish 'Worlds Apart' first before I even began this one, but it's been niggling at me for a while now, so I decided to bite the bullet and just upload.

I'm very excited for this story, and if it plays out like I have it pictured in my head, its gonna be good ;) It will be told from both Edward and Bella's point of view. I'll indicate whose pov it is at the start of each chapter.

It's rated M for the usual stuff - language, lemons, violence. So don't come complaining to me if you don't like it. You have been warned.

This chapter is merely the prologue. Regular chapters will be much longer.

So, without further ado, on with the show…

All songs and song titles used throughout this story belong to their respective owners.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. My imagination isn't that good.

Edward Cullen's Point of View

When you stand there, balancing on the line between life and death, they always say that your life flashes before your eyes like some cheesy montage with shitty music.

Some bits you enjoy, some bits you hate, some bits you wonder why your mind even thought of those moments. Some memories are played out in slow motion. Others have that blurry frame around the edge to make it all dream-like and lovely. You remember your childhood, your adulthood, the good memories, the bad memories, even the memories that you had long forgotten. It's all played out for you, every moment is there, your whole shit life is flashed right before your eyes, filling your memory until the lights go out, until the last breath leaves your body and you drop down dead.

Goodbye, world. I've kicked the bucket!

None of that happened to me, because I wouldn't exactly call my last living moments a death. If you want to get all technical on my ass, then yes, I am actually dead, but not in the way you're thinking. I'm not buried in some church graveyard where the world can forget about me and get on with its life. I don't have a posh gravestone that will fade through the years until some ugly overgrown weed will cover it. People didn't come to my funeral and weep, moaning how they would miss me and what a truly great person I was. I don't even have a fucking coffin, though many people think we sleep in those.

You see, I'm not dead. I'm the living dead. I walk, I talk, I breathe, but I'm dead. Those three fuckers made sure of that. On first appearances I seem perfectly alive, like nothing is wrong. You would probably call me mad for even thinking I was remotely dead. But I'm pale, I'm cold, I fucking sparkle in the sun for Christ's sake. Not normal behavior for someone with a beating heart, huh? Yeah, that organ doesn't work either.

Most people would be creeped out by this, right? After all, not many people take kindly to you when you reveal that you're a bloodthirsty vampire, ready to kill them for one single drop of food. They don't take too well to the whole blood sucking thing. But a vampire has to survive. It's not my fault I crave blood rather than a Big Mac. I freak people out, I scare people. Most people tend to give me a wide berth, even in the day, just because I'm the world's most dangerous predator.

But Bella? Well, she isn't most people. Far from it. She is too special to be labelled with 'most people'.

Bella's my best friend, has been since I was 4 years old. And fuck, do I love that girl. The term 'best friend' doesn't really cover what she means to me. She is my fucking rock, my lifeline, my reason for continuing with my life after what happened to me. If it wasn't for her, I would have said goodbye to this world a long time ago. I rely on her, I lean on her, I fucking live for that girl.

Where most people are frightened of me and keep their distance, Bella doesn't. No matter how many times I warn her away or tell her the dangers of what I am, her stubbornness shines through and she stays at my side. She doesn't care what I am, she doesn't care about the monster I've become. To her, I am still Edward, her best friend of 17 years, and I always will be. So instead of running away and screaming, she holds my hand, she helps me through the tough times, she is strong and brave for the both of us, getting me and her through my problems. She puts up with all my shit because she's my best friend, and I will be eternally grateful to her for that.

Like I said, she's my fucking rock.

But the problem is I love her, like full out love her. I love her like a best friend should not love another best friend. I adore her, worship her, I am fucking delirious with her! Bella is everything to me and so much more. It hasn't always been this way. When we were kids, she was just Bella, the girl from next door who happened to be my best friend. We went to school together and made our way through life together. She was a year younger than me, and she was a girl, but I didn't care, because Bells was my best buddy in the whole wide world.

Then puberty kicked in. I grew a dick and Bella grew tits and suddenly she wasn't a girl anymore. She was a woman, and boy, what a woman she has become. No one is as beautiful as Bella. Long flowing hair, big brown doe eyes, the sexiest little blush when she is embarrassed. She is everything I could ever want and more. She is still my best friend, but I am in love with her like there was no tomorrow.

Then I was attacked… Then I was bitten… Then I became the monster, and any future I hoped to have with Bella flew right out of the window. I'll never tell her my true feelings and, despite her staying by my side through all of this, I never will. I love her too much to make her go through the hell that would be a relationship with me. She deserves someone warm, someone who actually has a beating heart. She deserves someone who doesn't need to kill another human in order to eat. She deserves someone normal, and I would let her have that.

I'm still selfish enough to keep her in my life, though. A future boyfriend can have access to her, but no motherfucker is going to take her from me. Bella is mine and I need her. I'll never let her go, not for a second, not for anyone. If I'm going to survive this life as a so-called 'creature of darkness', I need my best friend with me. I can't do this without her.

Still, life hasn't always been this depressing and dramatic. I used to have a good life once, back when I was a living, breathing human. That all changed, though, didn't it?

Then I became a vampire. Here is my story…

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