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Freeze Frame teaser Chapter 28 - The aftermath of Bella's proposal....

“Marry me Edward”.

Her words hung in the air. Frozen. Some weird part of me regressed and I could literally picture an episode of Sesame Street with the words magically appearing over the heads of muppets. Muppets. My girl just asked me to marry her and I’m thinking of fucking muppets. Not literally fucking muppets because that is just wrong on so many levels.

My brain is shutting down. I‘ve beaten the shit out of someone, I‘ve lived through an explosion, my girlfriend is a Playboy bunny, my Grandfather is some kind of BIG BAD and I‘m just rendered senseless right now. My heart is all up in my throat and I can’t even begin to make sense of the three words that Bella just said. Three words. Three words! I am numb. I don’t know what to say.

“Wow. Look at that face.” Bella uttered.

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“Don’t thank me. If I had known, if I had taken better care of you, none of this would have happened.” I declared.

Bella snorted against my chest. “Edward! You had no way of knowing what was going to happen. Don’t you dare blame yourself.”

“You’re right Bella. I didn’t know. However, it doesn’t negate the fact that I let you down. I couldn’t stop James.”

A few weighty minutes of silence passed between us.

Bella’s voice finally sliced through the silence. “He’s dead. Isn’t he?”

I squeezed my eyes tightly shut for a moment. “Yes.”

“Did you?….Were you the one?….”

I kissed the top of her head. “No. But I wish in so many ways that I had.” I admitted.

Bella lay still in my arms. More silence.

“I’m glad he’s gone.” She finally whispered.

I could feel the wet mark of her tears on my chest. I just sat there and stroked her hair, held her and reassured her how much I loved her.

Loving Bella Swan was the only thing I knew how to do right. I wrapped her into my arms, held her tightly and listened as her grief, anger and sadness poured out.

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Here you go y'all! Just a little taste of what's to come!

After I had successfully cleaned the floor, I realized that I needed a shower myself. I rinsed out the bucket and watched as the horribly dark colored water swirled down the drain in my shower. I shivered and thought of Bella. She too had been bleeding. I had to steady myself as I stood up. I had grown either dizzy from the smell of the chemicals or the exhaustion being caused by my head wound. I slowly walked back into the kitchen to replace the cleaning supplies to their regular place.

I went and turned my shower back on and stripped out of my clothes. I went to my closet to find some fresh clothes to put on when I suddenly spied a piece of paper shoved haphazardly in between some of my tee shirts. I pulled it out and opened it.

I slid down to the floor and great sobs of grief burst forth from my chest. Bella. Even in her greatest moment of peril had found a way to tell me that she loved me. I’m not sure how long I stayed on the floor just letting all the emotion out. I don’t think I had cried like that since I left Forks for Europe without ever having the chance to tell Bella how I truly felt about her.

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Shipwrecked - 1. Solid Ground

1. Solid Ground

I struggled in the water. My dress weighed me down and I tried desperately to swim to the surface. I felt an arm circle my waist and pull me towards the top of the rough sea.

I broke through the surf, coughing, spitting up the water I had accidentally swallowed as the boat was pulled under by the unforgiving power of the sea. It was the bronze haired boy whose arm was around my waist. I had never been so thankful for such a savior in my life. We floundered in the water, riding through each passing wave, trying to find some kind of flotsam to cling to. Instead, we clung to each other and I couldn't help but feel like he would never let me go. I found a strange amount of comfort in his touch.

"We have to find something to hold on to! I don't know how much longer I can tread water!" The boy yelled.

I circled around, my arms flailing in the water. I kicked rapidly to maintain my head above the water. I spied some wooden planks several feet away.

"There!" I yelled. I gesticulated wildly and we both swam towards the only thing that could give us a respite from our tribulations.

I grabbed the plank, hauled myself halfway on it and relaxed the moment I realized that it would hold my weight. The boy did the same thing. We both lay there, the water pounding around us, riding each wave helplessly.

I wiped a spray of water from my face and reached out my hand to him.

"Please?" I begged, yelling over the pounding surf, "I can't afford to lose anything else right now."

His long slender fingers grasped my hand and I shivered from the contact. I was terrified. The boy sensed my fear and tugged on my hand causing me to come closer to him. He grasped the board that I was holding onto and we clung together riding out each terrible wave that threatened to engulf us. Once again, his mere touch seemed to calm me.

Debris from the boat surrounded us. Bodies floated in the water and I found myself becoming nauseous. I came undone the moment that Miss Jessica's body finally floated to the surface. I wretched uncontrollably into the water. Never had I seen so much destruction and loss of human life at such an epic proportion. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

The boy spoke quietly. "Don't. We can't mourn them. We need to focus on staying alive."

The tears slipped silently down my cheeks as I wept. I nodded at him and silently began to pray. I closed my eyes reciting the litany that always brought me comfort. Slowly, I could feel myself gaining control, my breathing evening out and I knew I had no choice but to do whatever it took to survive.

"I hope God hears your prayers because we are in dire need of them." The boy callously remarked.

My eyes snapped open and I glared at him. "God will not forsake me!"

"How can you be so sure he hasn't already? Take a look around. In case you haven't noticed, we're not exactly in the best situation."

I bristled at his words. "How dare you mock our Heavenly Father?"

The boy smirked at me and ran his long fingers through his wet, bronze hair.

"I dare. I dare and I shout at him for plunging me into this wet Hell and robbing me of my family. However, right now, you are all I have to remind me of my tortured existence in the world. If it weren't for you, I'd let go of this board right now and slip under the water."

I sucked in a sudden intake of breath. "Do not ever speak to me of taking your own life! That is a mortal sin!"

"Well, look who just grew up in a space of five minutes? Hang on tight, Miss Righteousness. We've got a long way to go before we're out of this shit." His voice was full of anger as he spat at me.

My cheeks flamed at the rough language that spewed forth from his pleasantly shaped mouth. But, inevitably, he was right. We were all we had at this moment and we needed each other to survive. I forgave his anger because I knew his heart was wounded by the loss of his father.

"Thank you for helping me." I said quietly.

"What???" He yelled at me, the surf pounded against us, propelling us helplessly about.

I took a deep breath and yelled back at him "I SAID THANK YOU FOR SAVING ME!"

A slightly crooked but somewhat tortured grin graced his angelic face. "Yeah? Don't thank me! We're not out of this yet." He snapped.

I fumed at his utter disregard for me.

"You could try to be a little nicer, you know! I didn't cause this!" I yelled at him.

The boy's eyes widened and he smiled again. How could something so appealing appear in the middle of a maelstrom? Clearly he was losing his mind from grief. I began to worry that perhaps I would not survive. That was until he spoke to me strong and steadily.

"Look, I know I'm being rude but I just need us to get through this. Okay? I am not a complete monster you know!" His voice washed over me even through the rough sound of the waves. I felt this inexplicable draw towards him and I knew he would keep me safe no matter what. But I still couldn't help being a little perturbed by his rude behavior.

"I'm not righteous!" I snapped back at him. "I happen to be very terrified right now."

The boy's face fell. "I am terrified as well. But good for you, Miss! Keep that anger. It will keep you alive!"

I closed my eyes and gripped his hand tighter. Another wave shook us violently and the boy slipped from the plank.

"NO!" I screamed. It took all the strength I had to pull him towards me. He sputtered to the surface and I cried in relief.

"Quick! Find something to bind us together! We will lose our strength in this storm" He coughed out.

I glanced about madly. I finally saw some kind of rope attached to a sail that had come loose. I pointed to it and the boy nodded, both of us swimming in tandem towards it.

I felt his hands circle my waist as he wrapped the rope around. He looped the rope quickly around his own waist. He fastened us to a steadier looking piece of wood that floated in the waves. I could feel myself starting to shiver. I knew I was going into shock.

"This will either save the both of us, or serve to dangle us as bait to the sharks." He wryly remarked.

Suddenly, I was wrenched out of my stupor. I hadn't thought about the terrors of the deep that surrounded us. Unexpectedly, the idea of being stalked by a predator heightened my senses and I snapped out of whatever shock I was going into.

"What's your name?" I yelled over the next wave.

"Edward! Edward Cullen! What's yours?"

"Isabella Swan. Thank you, Edward Cullen for saving me today!"

His smile was grim. "Thank me if you still see my face in the morning after this storm has passed. " Another wave tossed us about and we both came up choking for air.

"Don't swallow the water, Isabella! It will make you sick! You need to try and keep your mouth closed. Let's quit talking until the storm passes… Okay?"

I reached out, grabbed his hand tightly and nodded at him. I understood what he had said and we passed through the violent night, shuddering and shaking against one another, but also taking comfort in knowing we were all each other had.

It was the heat that woke me the next day. The sea was calm, a mirror of bright and blue turquoise glass. One side of my face hurt and I realized that the sun had been baking down against my cheek. I reached up with my waterlogged fingers and gingerly touched my face. I had been burned by the sun. My skin had always been somewhat pale and now it sizzled against the touch of my fingers. I knew the traces of salt that I left on my skin from my wet fingers would only serve to make it worse.

Once I came about to full consciousness, I quickly glanced up and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that Edward and I were still tethered together. He slept fitfully. I could hear him whimper, his brow creasing and I reached out to touch him.

His head snapped up violently. "What are you doing?"

"N… nothing! I'm sorry." I felt close to crying when I saw the bitter look on his face. Somehow I felt like all this was my fault. I was thirsty, I was hungry and my body hurt from being tossed like a rag doll through the waves all night long. I thought about the women back home who were raging a fight against inequality and I stomached my discomfort. If they had the fortitude to face the odds, then so did I. I took a deep breath and faced Edward's stone still face.

"How long before they start looking for us?" I finally ventured to ask.

"I don't know. I'm not sure if a distress signal was sent out or not."

Thankfully Edward didn't lie to me.

"Thank you, Mr. Cullen for being so truthful. I appreciate your candor."

A slight smile started to turn up the corner of one side of Edward's compelling mouth.

"Miss Swan? Just how old are you exactly?

"I just turned fifteen, Mr. Cullen. Why?"

A slight chuckle slipped past those perfectly formed lips. Yes, the sun had indeed affected more than just my skin.

"I'm sorry, Miss Swan. I don't mean to be offensive; it's just that you seem so much older. Your words are so proper. I guess I may have spent too much time in the tropics around the natives."

I did indeed take offense at his words. "Natives? Mr. Cullen, I do not condone the unethical treatment of another person regardless of their color… or their sex, so yes… I must say that I am entirely offended!"

Edward laughed, it almost sounded crazy. "Propriety, Miss Swan? Here in the middle of ocean while we float together, our bodies pressed against one another, hoping we'll live to see another day? Well, good for you! I hope your propriety stops the sharks from feeding on you."

I seethed. He was making fun of me. "And just how old are you, Mr. Cullen? Old enough to know better, I hope?"

"I am sixteen, almost seventeen, Miss Swan. Perhaps I may know a thing or two more about surviving than you do. You can sit in your libraries, your sewing circles, your social teas, but nothing will ever prepare you for life like it punching you straight in the face like it did last night." He paused for a moment, his eyes darkening as he stared directly through my soul. " Aren't you glad I don't drink tea?"

"You are practically barbaric, Mr. Cullen. I may be thankful that you saved my life last night, but don't think I have to like you. I find you to be most repugnant in the light of day."

"And I find you to be a bore, Miss Swan. Perhaps we should quit talking and take turns looking for any signs of a ship or land. We will both need to conserve our strength. I will go first. Get some more rest. You will need to be sharp on your lookout."

"Who are you to give me orders?" I barked at him. He was so infuriating!

"I am the person who pulled you up to the surface after the boat sank. I knew your dress to be heavy so I pulled you up almost drowning the both of us in the process. So, if you wish to survive another day… Miss Swan… I suggest you divest yourself of that heavy velvet dress. It only serves to weigh you down in the water."

I blushed at his statement. I knew that my undergarments were only of the finest silk and would be incredibly transparent in the water. I huffed against his request.

"I feel perfectly safe, thank you, Mr. Cullen. If I need to shed my dress, I shall."

Edward shrugged his broad shoulders. "Fine. Suit yourself. But modesty should be at an all time low when it comes to you being a big piece of bait for a shark."

I glared at him and actually weighed my options. Finally, I spoke.

"Do I have your agreement as a gentleman that you will not make me uncomfortable with my state of undress? I do this as a measure to ensure my safety for my life!" I blushed uncontrollably as I addressed him.

Edward's face lost some of its stone like appearance. "Miss Swan, you have my oath that I shall not disgrace you in anyway. But if you fear that I am a threat to your innocence, perhaps I should adjourn myself to another piece of the shipwreck. But, I will warn you that we have a better chance of surviving together."

I bit at my lip and was surprised to see a look of what almost seemed like anticipation to Mr. Cullen.

"Fine." I finally huffed out and struggled with the laces on the back of my dress.

"Turn around. I can do that."

Suddenly, I was mortified. I froze on the spot and tried to decide which I could deal with more… Edward's hands untying my laces or being fed upon by sharks…

Sharks would have to wait another day.

I turned my back to Edward and was surprised at how dexterously he undid the laces on the back of my dress. Perhaps Young Master Cullen spent a lot more time with the natives than I cared to know about.

A deep, furious blush colored not only my shoulders, but my neck and my face as well.

He pushed the sleeves of the dress down my arm and my stomach did some weird fluttery thing. Hunger. It must have been hunger. After all, it had been almost two days since I had even tried to attempt to eat something. I had decided to join my sisters in a hunger strike to force the government to realize that women deserved the right to vote as well.

I had been spurred on by the writings of such wonderful women like Alice Chapman Catt and Carrie Paul. They had been on the front lines of the movement. I believed that a woman could be just as strong as a man. Yet, I still felt faint each time I found myself in close proximity of Edward Cullen. I knew that this was test that God had literally sent to me. Mr. Cullen was misogynistic, he was rude and… he was beautiful. He would either be my death or my salvation. I sucked in a deep breath and prepared myself for him to gaze upon my body. I was not ashamed of it. This was all in the name of survival.

To survive through this with Edward Cullen was definitely a challenge sent from God.

~Edward~

Miss Isabella Swan.

Why the hell did God mock me?

Sure, my existential crisis had become most severe; my father threatened to disown me unless I followed the family tradition of each generation of the first Cullen son to become to a minister in the Anglican Church, weighing on my very young soul. Yet, I felt as if I had lived over several lifetimes. I had excelled in seminary school. I could quote the bible back and forth.

But something had been missing. I made an excuse to visit my father in the Caribbean. I needed something freer, more colorful that the stone-walled existence of academia and religion that had colored my life thus far.

I was entranced by the lushness of the tropics; the whooshing sound of the pure white sand beneath my feet, the feel of the salt spray on my skin. I had made friends with the son of one of the natives. Jacob. He had been named thusly because of the bible and my father's influence. Jacob introduced me to his family and I had become intoxicated with the lovely café au lait skin of the women with their strange colored eyes. They were just as lush as the tropics themselves. Jacob and I spent most of our free time together, sailing to and roaming through the islands of Antigua, Bermuda, Anguilla and the Caymans.

Once my father had discovered my hidden life of debauchery, he threatened to cut me off from the Cullen fortune. He also made arrangements for me to spend time with my Uncle Carlisle who was not only a doctor, but an ordained minister of the Anglican Church. Just like my father. I argued that since God got two for the price of one with my father's generation, that I should be able to live my life as I chose. I was rewarded with a one way ticket back to Chicago. With my father serving as a chaperone. My wayward behavior apparently had finally caught up with me.

Then suddenly, God decided to change the rules. He unleashed an epic storm during the trip home with my father. He was washed overboard by a large wave, only to never be heard from again… I watched in horror knowing the last words between us had not been kind. I knew to take it as a sign that I had insulted God by disobeying my father.

I did the only thing I could. I raced throughout the boat trying to find as many people as I could to bring to the surface. I knew it was only a matter of time before the boat capsized.

I flung open a door to a private cabin without knocking and was immediately stunned by the vision of the girl cowering in the lower bunk. She was lovely. She was untouched; nothing but pure innocence and I knew that God had now added another complication to my life.

I had just lost my father, but I stood in the doorway to cabin, soaked to the bone with rain water and all I could think of was that she was sent directly from Heaven to torment me.

The ship lurched again and suddenly all I could do was react. I wasn't going to let this pure creature die. So, out of nowhere, I had a reason to live again; and I hated God all over again.

God was one sick bastard who loved to toy with my emotions. When I gave him love and praise, he never acknowledged me. But when he played with me like a toy, tossing me about in his natural made maelstrom, I had grind my teeth tightly to quit from cursing at him. I knew the soft, mahogany-haired, innocent beauty in my arms would never forgive me.

I blinked back the tears in my eyes as I realized that she trusted me implicitly in the moment of hell that we shared. I couldn't weep. I need to be strong for her. I need to be strong for myself. Suddenly, someone else depended on me and I can't say that I didn't totally hate the feeling.

Sure, there were moments I slipped and said what I had really been thinking. However, the most amazing thing happened. The lush beauty that was tied to me. to stop both us from sinking. let loose a fire upon me. She had a temper. And I liked it.

As quick as her temper would appear, there would always be a moment of self doubt. I could see it flash across her pale, almost bluish tinted face. She was cold, shivering and I thought she was slipping into some sort of panic. But just as soon as the fear would cloud her face, it would clear quickly; and I could see the light come back in the deep brown pools of her eyes. She was proper, she was smart, she was strong and God help me… I liked her.

I awoke the next morning and realized that she was staring at me.

I winced as I could feel the caked salt on my skin. I could also feel the very soft skin of fingertips tracing the shape of my jaw.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I snapped at her. I regretted it the moment it slipped from my lips. We were still alive! We had made it through the storm!

She immediately stuttered her apology and felt reprimanded. She never even raised her voice, but the guilt I felt for making her uncomfortable was something new to me. I couldn't put my finger on exactly what it was about Isabella Swan that made me constantly question myself, but all I know is that I need to be rescued and soon. All this thinking was more than I ever asserted myself to during my studies in college.

Some evil, wicked part of me grinned when I convinced her to shed her heavy dress. Something completely primal coursed its way through my veins and I became hypersensitive. I could remember the feel of her skin, even in the water, as I slid the sleeves down the length of her delicately boned arms. Her wrists were tiny and I could easily circle them with my forefinger and my thumb. I found an erratic pulse pounding in her wrist and smiled knowing I was causing it.

I must be insane. We're floating in the ocean, miles away from civilization and all I can think about right now is how good her skin feels and that I need us to both survive this.

"EDWARD!"

My eyes snapped open immediately. "Huh? What?"

"LAND!" Bella screamed in my ear. Her voice dropped immediately. "At least I think it is."

I squinted against the sunlight and slowly came to the recognition that she was right! There was something in the distance. We both looked at each other and started to kick furiously, propelling ourselves forward as quickly as we could.

We realized that the beach bottom was getting closer with each kick of our feet. We both gingerly placed our feet down into the sand and realized we could touch bottom. We untied the ropes, smiling at each other in almost some kind of lunatic fashion and we stumbled up onto the dry sandy beach only to drop down onto our backs and give silent offerings to whatever God populated the rich blue skies today.

I only heard two words before I fell into a deep, exhausted sleep that afternoon.

It was Bella's lovely bell like voice saying "We're safe".

Shipwrecked - A New Twilight fan fic with a little "Blue Lagoon" Twist

So, I sat and watched "The Blue Lagoon" the other night and once it was over I knew I had to play with Bella and Edward on the tropical island.  I know there have been many stories based on this...but this is MY story.  Read it, hate it, love it.  But hey...who could resist a really tan Edward in a loincloth?

Shipwrecked - Prologue 1918



The gale force storm winds shook the boat. I could hear each and every creak. I pulled back into my bunk against the wall. I shivered with fear. The boat rocked harder each time it hit a wave. I could hear the furious voices of the seaman trying to ride out the storm. Wave after wave crashed over the deck and the boat was tossed furiously in the storm.

The door to my cabin flew open and I saw a young boy. His copper hair was wildly out of place, his green eyes flashing, his clothes an unacceptable state of dishabille.

“The boat is taking on water! We must evacuate!” He yelled at me.

“No! I’m not going up there! I can’t swim!” I declared, my panic starting to rise in my throat.

He immediately crossed the room and grabbed me roughly by my arms.

“Sir! I must insist that you unhand me immediately!” I protested.

“No time Miss! The ship is going to sink!” He yelled back. A wave hit the boat and pitched me right into his arms. I bristled against the contact.

“Unhand me Sir! I demand you let me go!”

His green eyes suddenly became almost feral. His grip tightened on my arms. I was trapped by the intensity of his gaze.

“You will die if you choose to remain in this cabin. You must follow me if you choose to survive!”

I bristled at his dressing down of me. “What makes you so well informed on sea disasters?”

“I just watched my father get washed overboard and drown. Is that good enough for you?”

Immediately, I was horrified. The ship pitched once again. My body slammed against the young man who tried desperately to drag me from my cabin.

“Sir! I must demand that you keep a respectable distance!” I reprimanded.

He snorted at me.

“Distance? We are about to drown Miss! This ship is going to go ass over tea kettle and even though I regret my foul use of language…I must inform you that I will see you to safety.” With that statement, he swung me over his shoulder and unceremoniously carried me out to the deck.

Needless to say…I was outraged. How dare he?!!? My embarrassment was made complete when he dumped me to the floor and demanded that I stay still. I hissed at him, stood up, smoothed my skirts down and proceeded to glance about for my companions.

The storm had picked up strength. Why I ever agreed to visit my father at his sugar cane plantation in the Caribbean was beyond my comprehension. Still, he was my father and I obeyed his word. If I truly wanted to admit my most subconscious desires. I was thrilled to be leaving the Mainland for some exotic destination. It had been my utmost desire to become a writer. I had wanted desperately to attend a university of my choice, but due to financial restraints, I had to make the best of my lot in life. My only hope at this point was to make a marriage of the utmost convenience. Still, the rumblings of women’s equality had touched my soul like nothing else. I longed to be an equal to my male counterparts. Yet, here I stood trembling on a deck of a boat, wishing that some one…male perhaps..would save me. I was a failure to the women I wanted to be like.


Another wave rocked the boat. I clung to the mast. I was drenched by each spray of saltwater. I tried desperately to find Miss Stanley, who had agreed to be my chaperone on this trip. I glanced about me, fretful, that we had been separated permanently. I spied her clinging to the other mast of the boat. I tried to call out to her, but my voice was drowned out by the cacophony of waves that assaulted the boat continuously.

The waves pounded the boat harder. Each swell sent a wall of water over the sides, drenching us, causing some of us to choke on the seawater. I clung desperately to the mast. I had not decided to cross thousands of miles of sea only to be stopped by a freak storm of Mother Nature.

Suddenly I caught sight of the wiry, bronze haired boy and something told me that I needed to follow him. I waited for the next wave to wash over the bow of the boat. Quickly I made my way over to where he stood, trying desperately to control the wheel of the boat. It spun out of control in his hands and he looked so helpless at the moment. I was surprised by the sudden ache I had in my heart for him.

I brushed it aside, grabbed the wheel and together we steadied the course of the boat. We rocked through the waves for a few brief seconds of reprieve. Then the final wave came and capsized us. We were sinking.