Stephenie Meyer's Midnight Sun

As some of you may know, Stephenie Meyer was working on a fifth book titled 'Midnight Sun'. This book was basically Twilight, but from Edward Cullen's perspective. Much to Stephenie and many fans, such as my self's dismay, what she had been working on was accidentally leaked out, giving Stephenie hard feelings about her creation and putting a stop to the project. Stated on her website, she will not be continuing this amazing piece of work, but she has put out a copy of what she had written so far. I read what she had, and fell instantly in love with it. I've been thinking for the last couple of months about how the story would continue, and have decided that I should put my thoughts and ideas into words. I won't be writing it all out again, but instead picking up where she left off. You can access the first twelve chapters of Midnight Sun at Stephenie Meyer's website if you'd like, since my story will be starting in the middle of the book. I know I'm not nearly the writer that Stephenie is, and even with the effort I'm going to be putting into this story, I will never be able to exactly capture Stephenie's idea of Edward. I hope, though, that I come close, so that I can finally have some sort solid ending for Midnight Sun. I hope you will enjoy reading what I have as much as I will enjoy writing this

This story, these characters, none of this is mine. It all belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

-moonstruckmanda

Chapter Name Undecided

The drive home was slower than usual, but faster at the same time. Slow because I was driving slower than I normally did, perhaps because I'm getting used to slowing down for Bella. Faster because I spent the entire drive thinking about her. Thinking about how the simple touch of my fingers to her face still set my hand on fire. How the softness and warmth of her skin lingered, like the part of me that touched her would never forget it. How I could never allow myself to do anything more than that simple action, but that I ached to. And mostly, thinking about how euphoric I felt after doing it. As I snaked down the long driveway to the house, the voices assaulted my head. One thought caught my attention over the others.

He'd better not hurt her. Is he absolutely sure? I don't want him taking any chances, even if there's only the littlest amount of doubt… I know he love her much more than I do, but that doesn't mean I'll be just as upset if she's taken away from me before I can even…uh oh.

Her thoughts were interrupted as I pulled closer. She obviously heard my approach. I couldn't hear Carlisle, which was normal, he's probably still at the hospital. Emmett and Jasper were missing as well, most likely hunting. Figures Alice would use the time Jasper isn't around to worry. I pulled into the garage, turned the car off and took in a deep breath. Her scent still lingered fairly strong in the car, and I would snatch at any chance I could get to desensitize myself as much as possible. My throat burned as the air filled my lungs, venom pooling in my mouth. I got out of the car and shot into the house, standing outside of Alice's bedroom door.

Jeez, what's his hurry? I should wear my hair up tomorrow… trust Rosalie to only give anyone but herself a moment's thought.

Come in, Alice thought calmly. She didn't know whether or not I'd heard her worrying, but she knew I'd want to speak to her about what she found out during lunch. I opened her door and sat on her bed. Wow… he looks tortured. But there's something there… hope. There's hope in his eyes. He's betting. I couldn't help the chuckle that slipped through my lips at her assessment, although there was nothing humorous about it. It was similar to Emmett's thoughts on how I looked, 'happier' as he'd put it. She shot me an annoyed look, she was all business, with good reason. I took a deep breath and prepared myself to ask the dark question out loud.

"How sure are you of each outcome? How clearly do you see Bella driving back home to Charlie that night." The tension in the room was thick, almost tangible. I was asking whether or not I'd kill the woman we both loved, and my voice was layered with disgust. As Alice went through her visions, comparing the two possible outcomes, I cringed. She went through the events that would change the happiest of days to the worst. Finally, she sighed, looking somewhat relieved, but her concern and worry was still clear on her face.

"I'm sixty percent sure that Bella will be fine. It's a smaller number than I'd like, but its better than nothing. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for, Edward. Just be careful… she's already like a sister to me." Her voice cracked as she finished. I wish you'd let me talk to her. I wish you'd let me at least meet her before you possibly take her away from me. Her thoughts made my entire body tense up. She didn't deserve it, she was only concerned for the same reasons I was, but I growled at her thoughts.

"Bella will go home that night. She will not be taken away from either of us." I wasn't mad at Alice. I was seething, but it was directed inward. I was trying to convince myself of this, and it wasn't working. Alice just nodded, resigned, and started planning.

"We'll need to hunt. The day before, we'll hunt, and it should help a little. Make sure someone knows who she's with, that should help with your conscience."

"She won't tell her father," I said, somewhat understanding why a teenage girl would be slightly reluctant to explain to her father that she'd be spending the day alone with a boy…"but Jessica Stanley thinks we'll be in Seattle." As soon as I said this, I heard a quiet growl from the room the first floor.

This is too dangerous. He's just begging for us to have to move again. There's no way he'll be able to resist her when they're alone, and here they are trying to make sure people know about it.

I ignored Rosalie's thoughts, but Alice seemed to understand behind her growl and rolled her eyes.

Just ignore her, having Jessica know is probably good enough. Her thoughts became sarcastic, knowing what Jessica was like. She's not the brightest person, but she'll probably be able to put two and two together if she doesn't come back after spending the day with you. She raised her eyebrows, and stared at me, almost as if she were willing me to be stronger than I was. Her worry and tension rolled off of her in waves, and I had to stop this conversation before I got too scared and broke the plans with Bella off. I missed her already, it had only been about twenty minutes, but I already longed to see her.

I went downstairs looking for something to do. I decided to play some more piano, I really had been neglecting it too much, and now I felt like I was making up for all that time. I heard Esme sigh as I began to play her favourite, thanking me in her thoughts. My fingers flowed effortlessly over the keys, playing was second nature to me. I continued to play for hours, perfecting the lullaby I had created for Bella, and playing some old pieces that I hadn't played in a countless amount of years. Finally, it was late enough for my daily visit with Bella. I slipped out of the house, past the garage, running at a slow pace…for me, through the forests and on my way to Forks. As I neared the house, I paused, listening for any indication on whether Bella or her father was asleep or not. I heard the deep snoring of her father, and his dreams held the feeling of boredom, and an office desk. Nothing from Bella.

I crept onto their property, climbing the house and peeking in her window in less than half a second. It was dark enough that I would go unnoticed, if anyone around was awake and just happened to be watching the front of the Swan's house. I heard no gasps, no screams, not thoughts of an intruder, so I concentrated on what I saw through the window. She slept, but uneasily. Just as I had popped my head up to see her, she rolled from being on her side to her back, her arm fell over her head, her face an expression of frustration. I silently slid the window open and crawled in, taking my place in the rocking chair in the corner. I tensed, holding myself in place as I prepared to take my first breath. First, through my mouth, to better control my reaction. It tingled, hurt, as I filled my lungs, but I knew it would be nothing compared to smelling her sweet scent. I let the breath out with a sigh, and held onto the arms of the chair. Slowly, I took in a deep breath through my nose. Ouch. As bad as the first time I smelled her, the wrecking ball hit with an unstoppable force. My throat burned, my muscles flexed, ready to spring as soon as I gave my body the command. I wouldn't. I was well enough in control, my breathing evening out.

It only took a few more seconds, after the initial concern of my reaction to her scent passed, for me to feel the electric current flow through me. Right as it hit, Bella rolled to her side, facing me, and a small sound escaped her lips. A moan? It sounded like that, mixed with a sigh. She took in a deep breath, and whispered the word that made the electric pulse throb.

"Edward." I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face. She continued to toss and turn restlessly, speaking only of me in her sleep. The few times she woke up, I darted into her closet. Thankfully, I went unnoticed. My being in her room in the middle of the night watching her sleep might be a little hard to explain. Finally, around four in the morning, she seemed to calm down. By this time, I ached to touch her. I warred with myself, locking my fingers around the armchair. I held back, and when the sky showed the first signs of the sun's appearance, I sighed, taking one last long look at the beautiful sleeping girl I adored so much, and ran.