hola everyone! As tu all are, I'm a diehard Twiheart <3 That, Celtic Thunder, and ncis are basically my entertainment life lol. So, since I amor the Twilight Saga so much, and tu all amor it extremely too, I decided to begin a fanfiction. I hope tu all enjoy it! Please comentario and tell me what tu think! Much amor to each and every one of tu Twihearts! <3
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“Beautiful night, isn’t it?” Carlisle admired the clear night sky as the stars and moon adorned it gorgeously. “Perfect for a Cullen family night out!” Emmett blurted out, disturbing the peace. The Cullens decided to take Bella out to a concierto to celebrate her 19th birthday, though she didn’t really want to go. Well, she was being forced por spunky and mischievous Alice, so she HAD to go. Rosalie wasn’t quite thrilled either, but if Emmett was going, that meant she had to celebrate the little human “angel’s” birthday. Edward was the last to step out the door. He was tenderly holding Bella’s dainty hand while leading her down to the parked car. Bella rolled her eyes; this family, above all Alice, really knew how to mistreat her immense amor for them. “Really, everyone,” Bella scuffed her heels to a stop in the middle of the deserted driveway, “I would honestly rather not go anywhere tonight.” Her words staggered slightly because of the heavy awkward silence that only immortals could give. Edward looked into her sparkling brown eyes with a unspoken yet sincere apology. Bella couldn’t see his apologetic expression though; every move, look, and feigned breath Edward took made her admire his physical features más and more, something she knew she had to snap out of. Carlisle gently took Bella por the shoulders and gave her a fatherly nod of agreement, “We know, Bella, but what Alice wants, Alice gets. And we know you’re going to enjoy this very much.” Bella looked down at her feet and back at Carlisle, “Fine,” she threw her hands up in surrender with a laugh, “I’ll go, but against my will.” She hopped into the shiny red Volvo and squished beside her beloved, flawless Edward and her oh-so-cunning best friend, Alice. “You can pretend to be upset at me all tu want, Bella. I know your anger’s going to fade away soon, and you’re going to adore this concert!” Bella mentally slapped herself for forgetting that Alice did her homework on her present. No wonder she was so set on taking her to this event.
Though Edward couldn’t read her mind, he could definitely read Bella’s facial expression effortlessly, “Don’t worry, Bella love,” he whispered warmly into her ear, his velvet voice making her corazón swoon, “If tu hate it, I’ll convince everyone in a matter of segundos that we’re leaving.” Bella stared up at his angelic pale face with intense confusion, “Why don’t tu convince them now?” Edward chuckled lowly, “Because I agree with Alice. tu ought to do something special tonight. And I think you’re going to enjoy yo--,” Bella interrupted Edward with a sigh, which made him chuckle all the more. He didn’t say anything else, but simply kissed her soft blushing cheek affectionately. With Carlisle speeding down the highway, they arrived at the stadium within a matter of minutes, “Who are we going to see in concierto tonight anyways?” Bella quietly asked everyone sitting in the car. Alice pulled out a ticket from her bolso, monedero and handed it to Bella, “Her stage name is Summer Rose, but she’s actually a girl named Summer Moore. She sings contemporary rock, pop, country, but her favorito! genre to sing is Celtic. She has a wide variety of songs in her concerts, so this should be interesting to see.” “Huh, I bet.” Bella almost scoffed. Edward took her warm hand into his icy one and the Cullens made their way up to the crowded stadium entrance.
People were pushing, shoving, yelling, squealing with excitement, arguing over tickets, and packing into the already crammed building. Thankfully, immortal vampiros could easily maneuver through these bustling places. Bella didn’t have a hard time keeping up with the Cullens because Edward holding onto her tightly, semi-carrying her. They showed the guards their tickets and made their way over to their front row seats. Bella had never been to any concierto this extravagant, let alone up front at one. This would actually be kind of cool…maybe. She ran her fingers across Edward’s arm, smiling up at his perfectly angled faced with pure adoration and love, “I’m finding myself enjoying this a bit, but only because you’re here with me.”Her tender gaze drew him in to her, “You know I can never let tu go anywhere without me unless I’m completely restrained. Even then, I would find a way to stay por your side, Bella.” Bella longed to kiss his sweet lips and feel his cold breath on her face, but before she could, Alice grabbed her arm and lightly pulled her away from Edward, “Bella, look. It’s starting.” Bella reluctantly looked up at the stage. She sunk into her asiento with crossed arms, wishing she could’ve had that moment with Edward. Of course, Edward noticed her discontent, so he gracefully put his arm around her and pulled her closely to him.
Smiling once more, she rested her head on his hard yet inviting chest and gazed ahead at the stage. The rather large band started playing the beautiful prologue to one of Summer Rose’s songs until out came the más than stunning singer in a knee-length, glittering golden dress that had touches of an eighteenth-century style. Her taste in clothing reminded Bella of the picture she saw of Carlisle with the Volturi, as if they had some influence over Summer Rose. Bella guessed that she must’ve been a dancer also, because Summer’s movements were impeccably elegant and agile, something that reminded her of the way Edward moved. Summer’s dark black hair was long and bounced around in rich, supple locks that reached to her waist. Her body was slim and curvy, which even made Bella a little jealous of her.
But what really captured Bella’s attention was Summer’s striking voice. Never in her life did Bella hear a girl o guy sing so harmoniously in tune with the music. It was as if Summer was the charming instrumental and an angelic voice combined into one. This was surely enough to make Bella’s jaw drop in amazement, and jealousy. This girl seemed más perfect por the minute, even with the way the flashing colored lights bounced off her porcelana skin. Bella almost came to believe Summer was a vampire, but she noticed one thing wrong with that theory. Blood ran through Summer’s veins. It was very evident that she was not as pale as the Cullens o any other vampiros she had met. She could see the redness on her cheeks when she finished canto her first song, and also a few drops of sweat beading on her forehead halfway through the concert. Admittedly though, Alice and Edward were right. Bella was actually enjoying herself, and even found herself clapping to some of Summer’s catchy songs.
Everything was going wonderfully and happily, until Bella felt Edward tense up siguiente to her. She turned to look at him in concern, hoping something terrible didn’t just happen. Things like that seemed to happen to her easily. Edward’s beautiful face was distraught with frustration, but he didn’t look down at Bella. Instead, he looked toward Carlisle. Both Carlisle and Edward stared intensely at each other, each with concern written all over their faces. Bella really wanted to know what was going on. She tapped Alice’s arm but couldn’t get her attention because the whole Cullen family, at that moment, glared motionlessly at the stage with widened eyes. Slowly, Bella turned her head forward, only to find that Summer was at the very edge of the front stage, staring and winking impishly to no one else except the Cullens. Edward suddenly drew Bella closer to him and whispered under his breath, “Unbelievable. She’s knows Carlisle and the Volturi. She’s a half vampire.”
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Thankies to all tu sweethearts for reading! An update to come soon! ;)