《The Golden Swan // Edward Cullen》Chapter thirty-four
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"EDWARD!" Brea yelled.
Edward takes a step into the sunlight, the rays hitting his shoes, but before the sun could even touch him.
Brea slammed her body into his, pushing him back into the clock tower.
"No, Edward! Don't" Brea whispered, catching her breathe.
Edward snapped open his eyes and looked down at Brea...
"Carlisle was right....My heaven," Edward smiled.
"NO! I'm here! I'm very much alive," Brea said.
"No! You can't be real!" Edward frowned.
"LOOK AT ME! Alice was wrong," Brea smiled.
"Brea?" Edward asked.
"Step back...just a few more steps," Brea said.
"You're here," Edward replied.
"Yes baby, I'm here," Brea smiled, pulling Edward close.
Edward suddenly kissed Brea, taking a few steps back. They soak each other in like starved people suddenly nourished. He pulled away and looked at her.... Smiling like crazy.
Both quickly stiffen, Edward moved Brea behind him.... Two figures in hooded overcoats move towards them.
"I won't be needing your services after all, gentlemen," Edward said.
"Aro wants to speak with you again," One of them replied.
"No rules were broken," Edward sighed.
"We should take this conversation to a more appropriate venue," The other one said.
"Fine! Brea, why don't you stay and enjoy the festival?" Edward asked, turning to look at her.
"The girl comes with us," They both said.
"That's not going to happen," Edward growled.
Suddenly Alice appeared beside Brea.
"Come on, guys! It's a festival," Alice smiled, moving in front of Brea.
A tiny young woman appeared beside the two hooded men.
"Enough!" The woman ordered.
"Jane," Edward said.
"Who is she?" Brea whispered.
"Just do as she says," Alice whispered.
Jane tossed Edward an overcoat.
"Follow me!" Jane ordered.
Edward grabbed Brea's hand and followed Jane...Jane leads Edward, Brea and Alice through several narrow, dark alleys
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