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dumpsiteforfics · 3 years

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Yearning - Excerpts From a lonely heart : [ Chapter 2]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid

Rating: Mature

Genre: Angst and fluff

Trigger warnings: mentions of death, suicide, A/B/O, Drugs, Kidnapping, spoilers to criminal minds season 1 to season 6. Also, will include mpreg, at the end.

This is my a/b/o universe for Heid. As the name suggests, lots of yearning and angst followed by a fluff and smut eventually. First chapter might be slower but things will pick up soon. I don’t want to make the story longer, but we will see!!

Also, please check trigger warnings and also let me know if you would like me to add more warnings!

English is my third language so expect grammatical mistakes and typos, I don’t have a beta sorry. Also I hope you will give it some love!! I’m looking forward to the feedback.

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It was different, this numbness that his mind slipped into… Spencer was used to having his mind always full of swirling thoughts about everything, obscure facts and constant statistics. But now, it was just silent, at least until he was so far gone that he started reliving the memories he had buried deep in his mind. The memories of his father leaving, of trying to do everything to keep his father from leaving them, memories of witnessing how his mother's beautiful mind broke down into pieces every day as the disease gripped her completely.

When he came back into consciousness, Charles was already there rough handling him. Spencer watched as he suddenly switched on a camera that wasn't there before. And as he said how other heathens are watching, it was a miracle that his mind grasped the words for a clue that was. His team was watching. And he needed to give them a clue about his whereabouts, which he had no idea how to give. He was unconscious throughout the ride and afterwards also he hadn't found any chance of knowing about the location where he was kept. Just then he realised the carcass Tobias had brought in when he came earlier. And he prayed to every god listening that his team would realise his clue and check the reports of poaching if any. It was a long shot of course but his team was brilliant, they will understand.

He was suddenly pulled up by his collar, face to face with Charles and he shuddered with disgust and fear. His heartbeats sped up as he heard Charles asking him to choose one to die. How was he supposed to do that? He had chosen this job because he wanted to save people, protect them from evil. But he knew Charles wouldn't take no for an answer, he thought for a moment and tried to attempt avoiding choosing to kill someone though, and thankfully Charles didn't mind. And then he was shutting off the camera and making way to kill the one he thought was a sinner. Spencer had never felt this helpless, not even when his mother was in her scariest episodes, but that's all he was feeling as he watched the couple get butchered in front of his eyes as he tried to free his hands from the chair he was tied to. He was never going to be the same again, after all of this.

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As soon as they saw Reid on that screen, they realised instantly that he was beaten, his lips were cracked, one of his feet was without a sock, and his face just looked haggard. Aaron could feel the rage burning inside both of his alphas, especially Morgan and he himself wasn't any better. He could see how broken his agent looked. He couldn't help feeling a small burst of pride as Reid already profiled the unsub to realise he was a sadist in a psychotic break and his mannerisms proved to Aaron that he had already deduced he was kidnapped by a one unsub with three personalities.

When he was told to choose one to die, Aaron's heart broke. He knew as an Omega just how difficult it was, how against Reid's every instinct of nurturing and protection that decision went. He could see how disgusted Reid looked to be told to choose. Aaron is never going to forget the devastation he could see in Reid's eyes as he struggled to reply, but then Tobias pulled him up by his collar and the devastation was replaced by a pure fear. And Aaron's hands clenched into a fist without him knowing, he wanted to break every single finger of Tobias for touching his agent, for laying hands on an Omega, for beating him up and for scaring him.

Reid though was strong, even through the fear he tried to find a way to not war against his instincts at the same choosing not to anger the unsub by downright denying his order. He chose one to save.

Aaron couldn't take his eyes off of the screen, trying to get as much as he can of the place, and trying to profile Reid to see if he can get any clues of his whereabouts. Just as Gideon called the woman to get her to shut her laptop and in turn making sure she wasn't being stalked anymore, the feed turned off. And Aaron's heart stopped. This was their only connection to Reid, the only way they could see their agent was still alive. And as much as he hated it, they had no other option but to wait for a 911 call from the next murder site. And as Morgan left the room, slamming his fist in the door, Aaron couldn't even think about correcting Morgan and telling him to get his shit together, because if he wasn't in front of the team right now he would've done the same. He wanted to break something, most likely he would love to get his hands on Tobias and watch him ripped to pieces by his own hands. And as terrifying and confusing as that feeling was, he couldn't make himself to care about it this time. His instincts were not at all thinking about right or wrong, they just wanted to protect their omega and this was the first time Aaron was in agreement with his instincts.

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Spencer opened his eyes as he felt the same terrified mind closer to him and he saw Tobias making his way towards him with another dose of the drug. He desperately tried to convince him to tell about the location where they were right now, but Tobias didn't listen and soon enough Spencer was slipping inside a hazy numbness and onslaught of old memories.

Probably hours later or days, Spencer couldn't even keep a track at this point he was awoken by Charles voice. Apparently someone had marked the video as virus and it decreased the number of people viewing the latest murder he had posted online. That must be Garcia, Spencer thought. Why weren't they coming to save him though? He had already given them a clue. Why wasn't anyone here to save him from this? Spencer wasn't even sure how long he can hold on now. The drugs were messing up his mind and even though the escape felt good he knew he was developing a dependency on it.

Just then Charles got up from the chair and Spencer braced himself for the abuse he knew wasn't going to be just verbal this time. As Charles screamed about his team and how they were all planning this against his agenda, he suddenly stopped and Spencer realised with a dread that Charles was looking at the track marks on his elbow. And then he was attacked with slaps and kicks as Charles repeatedly told him how pathetic he was and how much he had sinned. Spencer, already was tired from the trauma, from constant emotional load, the fear of being kidnapped and stranded with the sickest of minds and now being beaten without any break in between. Soon enough Spencer fell down from the chair, and started feeling breathless, it was getting difficult to breath or even think coherently. And as he slipped into darkness all he thought was, I'm going to die, alone and drugged.

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Aaron wasn't in the room with Garcia and Gideon when Charles killed Reid. He was in the other room, going through the diaries again to see if they could find a clue. And suddenly he was hit with this dreadful feeling that something was wrong, and then deep sadness slipped inside his mind and he was running towards the room where Tobias had his computer setup. And what he saw there took his breath away. Gideon and Garcia were huddled close as she kept on crying, he sobs were breaking his heart but then his eyes moved over the screen and he realised what was wrong.

Reid. Lifeless on the floor.

Aaron tried to see closer for any signs of his chest moving, but he didn't move. He was gone. He could still remember the day Reid joined the team. Fresh from the academy, eager to protect and use his mind to save the people. He was so young. Just 26 years old and already had so much knowledge, so much empathy. He was so brilliant and so kind to everyone. Aaron remembered how Spencer single-handedly won over everyone's heart and proved his worth through the cases they worked. And such a young, precious life was taken down by a vicious unsub as the team couldn't do anything to save him. Their omega trusted them to save him and as a pack they failed to protect his life. What about his family? Or his Alpha? Did he even get a chance to meet his mate? Aaron shuddered with the intensity of grief he felt in his heart, his alpha screaming at him for failing his pack and without even realising a few tears escaped from his eyes.

He closed his eyes as all he could think about was, We failed him.

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splat-dragon · 4 years

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Even when you can't see it Inside everything There is Life ~There is Life, Alison Krauss

The Van Der Linde gang was done and gone.

They didn’t rob, didn’t steal, didn’t ride into town and threaten anyone. While they still had to fear Raiders, O’Driscolls, Del Lobos and Skinners, people breathed easier.

That wasn’t to say the Van Der Lindes were dead. Or even separated, scattered to the four winds and acting under their own names.

No, they were still together, still sharing a camp, still spending each day together, drinking and singing and riding out. But when they rode out, it was to hunt, to work, not to thieve or murder or steal. The thing was, they weren’t a gang anymore. They were, as they’d been in the beginning, when it was just Hosea and Dutch, then Hosea and Dutch and Arthur and John, and the first few they’d taken in, a family, a Pack, as Dutch had always preached, but as they hadn’t been in a very long time.

It had been hard, too. They’d paid off their bounties, which had been, perhaps, the hardest part, even harder than taming the instinct they all shared that made them want to go out and steal, was earning the money for it; thankfully, not too many of them had bounties, seeing as many of them didn’t leave camp, and of those that did a large deal of them kept to the shadows, doing the grunt work, little wagon and cabin robberies, their bounties relatively low. But Dutch and Hosea’s, Arthur and John’s, more than made up for theirs. But they’d worked hard, picked out their robberies carefully, and finally, finally, paid them off, before hightailing it several states away—though they no longer had bounties on their heads, that didn’t mean they were safe.

Life wasn’t perfect, of course. Bill and the others still got into fights at the saloon, and sometimes they struggled to find food, though that happened less and less as they found reliable work. (Who knew that John was a damn good farmhand?) But they had their own territory now, one that they didn’t have to worry about fleeing from at any moment, and after much, much discussion, they were looking forward to their first breeding season as a pack.

They’d gone through breeding seasons before, but breeding seasons gone through as a gang and breeding seasons gone through as a pack are two different beasts. Hosea and Strauss had always made suppressants for the Alphas and Omegas of their group, Dutch coughing up money for contraceptive herbs that every member of the gang was made to drink, no matter their designation. Even still, the breeding season was never productive, they never earned much money, having to rely on the Betas to hunt and earn money, the Alphas and Omegas rather preoccupied.

But as a pack… Well, it would be a true breeding season. A few new pairs had been made, their bonds would be solidified during the season. Only those who wanted to would take the herbs, would take the suppressants, but by the end of the season none of the pairs had chosen to, instead spending the season entwined together in the dens they’d made out of their tents, trusting their packmates to take care of them as any pack should.

By the fifth month, when those who’d caught during the season had begun to swell with pup, they packed up and moved to the birthing territory that Hosea, Dutch, Arthur and Charles had scouted out when they’d first found their territory. Though it was rather far from where they usually stayed, they remained unaccosted—only a damned fool would attack a pregnant Omega, and they had three, as well as their very protective mates, and several unmated Alphas. You’d have to be suicidal to attack their caravan.

Their birthing territory was nice, but not extravagant. Hidden by a forest, they set up their tents outside of a cave, although the Omegas had poked around inside of it, and as the months went by they’d find the spot they found most comfortable and move their tent to it, carving out a ‘den’ of sorts with the help of their Alpha and any others they permitted, deconstructing the tent until it was little more than a tarp that hung over the cave-inside-the-cave and extended it some.

As the ninth month came to a close, the camp ground to a stop.

Stress scent filled the air, the unmated, or at least those who hadn’t caught, on edge as they paced the forest, keeping any predators who would be drawn by birth-scent away, eyes keen for those who would take advantage of their weakness. They were down several of their number, those that would normally patrol laboring or soothing their laboring partner in turn.

Bill sat, awkward and uncertain, fingers running through Javier’s hair. For once, the man wasn’t composed, his face ruddy and hair wild, but his birth-scent wasn’t strong; he had long to go, yet. Mary-Beth was quiet in her nook, head in Charles’ lap, only the sound of his humming coming from the birthing den—they’d been a pairing no one had expected, but perhaps they should have. Both quiet and composed, they shared a love for thought and reading, and though Mary-Beth was a fair few years younger, watching them interact no one would have thought so.

Arthur, though, was quiet. His stomach was swollen, scent long gone sweet, and dull, weak pains radiated down his back every half hour or so, and Dutch came and went as he tried to sleep, running his fingers through his hair and trailing his fingers along his bond-mark soothingly.

But he couldn’t rest. Couldn’t relax. Every part of him vibrated, itched, screamed wrongwrongwrong. Not here! his Omega was screaming in his head, and he wanted nothing more than to flee his birthing den, the one he had made with Dutch and Hosea; the old Omega had gone quiet when he’d looked for him as he’d started scooping out the dirt, bobbing his head to invite him over, and his eyes had shined suspiciously. Though this wasn’t his first rodeo, his first pregnancy had been spent at Eliza’s house, as civilized as you please, and he’d had a midwife of all things to help him give birth. Hosea hadn’t been there, none of his pack had, and he’d always regretted it.

He was surrounded by his pack. Dutch’s scent layered his birthing den, and if he stuck his head through the flaps of his tent he’d be able to see the others, Susan and Sadie and even Trelawny, all pacing around, air thick with their scents, making sure they were safe, that they had nothing more to focus on than staying calm and bringing their pups into the world.

But beneath it all, Micah’s scent was sour in his nose.

He’d sworn, up and down, that Micah was nothing good. That he would just bring them to ruin. But he’d helped them clear their names, and so Dutch had let him be pack. And though he’d continued to swear it, had refused to let him near as his stomach swelled, had made his displeasure very clear, Dutch had put it down to hormones, to a pregnant Omega’s displeasure at an unmated Alpha being so nearby; Hosea had brought up that he was just fine with Sadie and Susan, but Dutch had made the (admittedly good) point that Susan was a parental figure to him and, thus, his Omega was more likely to look to her than to be alarmed, and Sadie still reeked of a broken bond, despite it being months gone.

But he couldn’t so much as look at Micah without feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. The Alpha was nothing shy of bad news, he’d swear it on Eliza’s grave, and he’d rather die than let him near his pup. As the breeding season had neared, despite how Micah put on a massive song and dance of deferring to their lead Alpha, and that Arthur had said Alpha’s mark on his neck, he couldn’t blink without finding Micah’s eyes boring into him.

And he’d swear up and down that Micah kept patrolling passed his den. The man’s spurs had a certain way of jangling, and each time he heard them he jolted awake, no matter how deep his sleep; he’d done so since he’d taken to his den, some two weeks before, at the same time the others did to rest and relax and prepare for the births.

Anxiety roiled, high and volatile, in his chest. He couldn’t bring his pup into the world anywhere near the Alpha. He didn’t know what he’d do to them, but he knew, he did, that he couldn’t be allowed anywhere near his pup. He wouldn’t be able to defend his pup, and the pup, of course, wouldn’t be able to defend itself. His stomach clenched in fear, sour bile rolling in his throat though he hadn’t eaten since the day before, and clenched his fingers into the dirt, digging canyons into it as he ground his teeth together.

A baby wailed from the direction of John’s birthing den, shrill and high-pitched and healthy, and Dutch murmured an apology, an ‘I love you’ and a kiss to his temple, fingers ghosted against his bond mark as he crawled out of the den, approaching John’s den. He was the lead Alpha and, so, he needed to examine the pup. Make sure it was healthy, see if it needed any extra care. Scent it, so it would smell like their pack, and congratulate Abigail and John on their pup—and, of course, he wanted to see his grandchild, too.

He whined pleadingly, Alpha, no, don’t go, he wouldn’t be able to defend his pup from Micah on his own, but Dutch was already gone, leaving him to curl in on himself, a dull pain running down his back. The Omega shivered, freezing as Micah’s scent grew stronger in the air, horribly familiar spurs jangling towards him. He bared his teeth, pressing himself back against the rock wall of his den, wrapping an arm around his taut, swollen stomach, shivering as they came to a stop before his den. The Alpha stood there for a long, horrid moment, sniffing so loud that he could hear it, before moving on, and his Omega screamed in his head, ‘Not here! Not here! Not here!’ and though he often denied his Omega, tended to act more like an Alpha, in this he agreed.

Slowly, he crawled towards the lip of his den, slipping aside the flap of the overhanging tent. If he were caught by any of the Alphas or Betas patrolling, keeping dangers out, they’d take him back to his tent. They meant well, of course, if he dropped his pup outside of the camp it would be in a lot of danger, but to him Micah was the biggest possible danger. And he wanted Dutch to be there, he wanted his Alpha there for the birth of their pup, more than anything, wanted his scent around him, his skin against his, voice in his ear.

But he wouldn’t put his pup in danger just for his own comfort. So he waited, watched and timed the patrols, slunk out as carefully as he could between Trelawny and Lenny, curling around his stomach as he moved as quietly as he could to the tethered horses, cringing when his gelding nickered a greeting at him, glad to see his person after such a long time away, and Arthur hurried as quickly as he could with his heavy stomach and dull contractions into the herd, waiting to see if the nearest guard, thankfully the Beta Uncle, would come to see what had gotten his attention, but the old man simply stared for a long moment, before continuing to lumber along his way.

His horse, of course, wasn’t tacked up, so he had to sling himself up on his back, and he’d never been more glad that he’d tamed a Mustang than he was then, his stomach getting in his way and leaving him having to try one, two, three times before he managed to get up, patting the horse on his neck in apology before swinging him around and, with a last look back at the cave where the other two Omega stayed with their Alphas, his instincts split—he wanted his Alpha, desperately, but he wasn’t safe, wasn’t safe at all, so he drove his heels into his horse’s flanks, kicking him into a gallop and into the forest.

How long they rode, Arthur couldn’t say. His pains increased, becoming more frequent and sharper, harsher and more distracting. He leaned forward on his horse, resting his forehead on his neck, letting him have his head, but he knew they’d gone far, far away. Miles upon miles, if Micah tried to follow him he’d have a hard time of it, they’d passed three towns that he’d counted, but they’d ridden a great deal of time with him not looking, his head on the gelding’s neck, so he didn’t know how many more towns they’d passed.

He gasped, a sharp pain shooting through his stomach, and clutched at it, whining “Please, just a little longer pup,” even as he dropped from his horse, looking around. A forest lined both sides of the road, and so he struck his horse on the rump, sending it away with a scream—if anyone tried to follow him, they’d be following horse-hooves, and be thrown off track, surely!

The Omega whined as another pain shot through his stomach, and began to walk into the forest, moving without thinking, he wanted his Alpha, desperately, but going back meant being near Micah and he refused, positively refused, walking in circles, looping here and there, leaving a confusing trail as he sought somewhere to hide, pains coming quicker and quicker, and where was his birthing den why had he left his why hadn’t his Alpha made him safe?

He yipped, skidding down an incline, following the sound of rushing waters and could have cried when he spotted a depression. It wasn’t much, barely a hole in the side of the rock cliff, but it was angled just-so he found when he knelt and crawled in, big enough for him to stretch out in and so it was enough, he missed his nice birthing den back with his pack, dug out with his Alpha and his Pa’s help, nice and large with enough space for him and his Alpha to sprawl out, his tent staked to the wall and stretched out to give them even more room. This den felt claustrophobic, barely a foot of space above him and to his side, but he couldn’t be picky at the moment, so huddled down and curled tight around his stomach, baring his teeth against the pain.

‘I want Dutch, I want my Alpha, I want my Alpha, this hurts, please this hurts, help Alpha please, where are you?’ Why wasn’t his Alpha here? What had he done wrong? He was scared and in pain, his Alpha should have been there, he whined pleadingly, calling for him wordlessly, stretching out in the dirt and digging furrows, the pains growing closer and closer together, sinking his teeth into his tongue to keep from screaming. He couldn’t, he couldn’t cry out, there were so many sorts of things that would take advantage of an Omega in labor, and he knew there were forests near the birthing territory that were filled with cougars and grizzlies and he hadn’t a clue if this was one of them.

He reached, curling in on himself, and spat bile off to the side as a particularly painful contraction shot through him, cradling his stomach and licking his lips he wanted his Alpha, desperately, where was Dutch? but heat flushed through him, and he needed to get his clothes off, this was really starting, and this time he would be alone, christ he was going to be alone, no midwife or Alpha, the midwife last time had put chloroform on a rag and he’d been out of his head, and now he knew why.

Arthur stripped his shirt off, soaked through with sweat, flinging it to the side, uncaring as it struck the side of his den in a shower of dirt. His pants were quick to follow, inside wet with his waters (and when they’d broken he couldn’t recall, his mind was fuzzy and where was Dutch where was his Alpha he hurt he was scared), and he shifted up to kneel, trying to ease the pains, arching his back til his knees touched his stomach, moaning pitifully, clenching his fingers in the dirt until his palms were filled with it, shuddering as he tried to breathe through a contraction.

‘Hosea,’ he thought, baring his teeth, he wanted his Pa there if his Alpha wouldn’t be, sitting by him as he always did when he was sick and hurting, rubbing above his hips where he hurt, though the pains were starting to shoot into his stomach, each one taking his breath away, leaving him gasping, tears blurring his eyes.

The pain finally easing, he dropped to the ground, hips in the air, head on his crossed arms. The dirt itched, painful on his sweaty, sensitive skin, and where were the furs Dutch had made him? Soft wolf pelts and a massive bear pelt, all rich with Dutch’s scent, and why didn’t his birthing den smell like his Alpha? It wasn’t right wasn’t right wasn’t right! He wanted his birthing furs, to curl up on until it was time to labor, drop his pup and bond with them, his Alpha with him, this was all wrong all wrong all wrong.

But there was nothing he could do, his Alpha was hours away and even if he wasn’t Micah was with him, and he refused to let his pup be anywhere near that untrusty Alpha, his want for his own be damned.

So he stretched out on the filthy dirt, set his teeth into his arm, and labored alone.

How long he did so, he didn’t know.

The world faded into hours upon hours of waves of pain, falling closer together. Moving up to kneel, arching with each pain, biting into his arm until he tasted blood to keep from crying out until the pain ended and he collapsed to the ground. He wanted his Alpha, desperately, but his Alpha was far away and crying out would only invite trouble.

This was going to kill him, surely. He was so, so tired, everything ached and the pains were agonizing. He was soaked in sweat, and was sure that he could be smelled for miles.

Another pain shot through him, driving him to his hands and knees, though he shook, violently, legs refusing to hold him up. His forehead rested against the ground, eyes stinging as sweat dripped into them, ‘make it stop, please, make it stop, Alpha help me, I’m going to die, help me,’

“Arthur?”

He froze, ice cold panic dripping down his spine. He wanted nothing more than to call out, to plead for his Alpha to come here, come to me, please, this hurts I need you god please, but he was so weak, he didn’t think he could, and there was a scent beneath that of his Alpha’s, though just barely, dragged along by the breeze that chilled the sweat stuck to his skin, and so though a contraction still rippled through his back, his stomach, he collapsed to the ground, shoving himself against the far wall of his birthing den, fighting down the whimpers and whines that wanted to spill from his throat.

‘Alpha, please, help me, I need you, where are you why are you so close but not here?’

“Arthur, where are you!”

He bared his teeth, curled in on himself, clenched at his stomach, wanted to go up to his hands and knees as it rippled, retching from the pain, but that would make noise and

knees hit the ground at the lip of his den, those familiar brown eyes staring down at him, and he sobbed a whine as Dutch gasped, “Oh Arthur, thank god.” and he wanted to cry out, to cling to his Alpha, but all he could do was freeze, waiting for the Alpha he could scent on the air to approach, to loom over his Alpha and strike him down, to come after him and slaughter his pup to bring him back into his Heat and and and

He clenches at his stomach, digs his nails into the twitching flesh, and could see the moment Dutch smelled how strong his birth-scent is in the air, nostrils flaring and eyes going wide, ducking to crawl in with him though they only barely fit, crooning “Oh Arthur, what were you thinking,” and reaching out to guide him to his hands and knees, smoothing his hand up and down his lower back soothingly and the warmth of it alone could have made him sob.

Dutch stripped his jacket, his vest and his shirt, threw his pocket watch and the other metals off to the side to join his own clothing, before shoving the rest under him—they were no furs, but they’d be far more comfortable to collapse onto than dirt. The Alpha pressed kisses along his spine, humming some song he felt he should know but the pain was too distracting

and then there was a voice outside his den, and his Omega was screaming run run run! but he couldn’t, his pup was going to drop soon and he couldn’t fight and the Alpha was standing right there, and why was his Alpha leaving? Dutch was saying something but his ears were ringing, he sobbed a whine and reached for him but the Alpha, still shirtless and he would have found it funny any other time, was crawling out of his birthing den, voice joining with Micah’s though he couldn’t understand what they were saying, could only focus on the pain

a bang, and blood-scent filled the air.

He yelped, dropped onto the clothes, eyes wide and please no don’t let that be Dutch

A hand smoothed through his sweaty hair, plastered to his face, and he looked up, whining pitifully, unable to form words, tears dripping down his face when he came face to face with his Alpha, smelling of rage but trying to smile soothingly, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead, “Don’t worry, Arthur. He won’t be bothering you again, I’m so sorry I ever let him near you.” a croon spilled from his throat, a sound that had Arthur relaxing, melting into the ground even as another pain shot through his stomach, he loved that sound, before they’d become Mates he’d heard Dutch make many sounds, so many sounds to the Betas and other Omegas he’d fucked, but that sound he’d only ever made for him.

He scrambled, weakly pushing against the ground, but he was so weak and he hurt, his limbs refusing to obey, and leaned heavily against Dutch as the Alpha supported him up, crooning in his ear, murmuring nonsensical love-words as he supported him under his chest, his hips, even as Arthur dipped them, turning his head to bury it in the crook of his neck, gasping for breath, smothering himself in the soothing scent of his Mate even if it did smell of blood, he knew his Alpha would never hurt him and the blood was from him protecting him and his pup, Dutch nuzzled his chin into his hair and crooned crooned crooned.

Arthur arched his back, strained, and sobbed, letting Dutch take most of his weight. The Alpha ran his fingers down his spine, crooned crooned crooned, murmured love-words then helped him find a way to comfortably rest against him when the contraction ended.

“So good Arthur, you’re doing so good, I couldn’t be more proud of you,” he purred low in his ear, kneading at the base of his back that still throbbed with pain, “Such a good Omega, such a good boy, I love you so much,”

How long he labored for, pushing and straining, Arthur couldn’t say. The world faded into waves of pain, of contractions and love-words and crooning, of collapsing against Dutch as he rubbed his back, murmuring in his ear “You can do this, Arthur, you’re the strongest person I know,” among other encouragements, and he’d never been able to disappoint Dutch so, though he wanted nothing more than to collapse and die he’d draw himself up with the next contraction and strain until it ended, keening loudly, knowing Dutch would protect him if something followed his sounds and scent.

“Come on, Arthur, just one more,” Dutch crooned when he saw him starting to fade, struggling to push, his exhaustion winning over, the Alpha’s teeth bared in anguish at being unable to do anything for his Omega’s pain, the lines of his face deep with concern, wishing that he could summon Hosea or Susan, but they were hours upon hours away, so it was just he and Arthur, there was a reason Omegas gave birth among their pack dammit, and if Micah wasn’t already dead he’d have killed him again for making his Omega feel as though he weren’t safe to birth with them, where he’d have the closest thing to medical care they had, in case something went wrong, or at the least some sort of painkiller because seeing Arthur in so much pain was killing him .

The Omega strained, and the Alpha’s eyes widened, moving as the pup began to breach, catching a head of dark hair, “Arthur, you’re doing it, there she is,” and the Omega gasped a purr, a girl?, even as he strained, the pup’s shoulders popping out, Dutch carefully guiding her out, Arthur collapsing to the ground as Dutch finally, finally, cradled their pup to his bare chest, quickly and efficiently cleaning her with a handkerchief from his pocket, unable to help the proud croon that trilled in his chest, beaming when she looked up at him with his Arthur’s eyes, leaning forward to help Arthur stretch out on his side before setting her in his arms, the Omega purring as he buried his nose in their pup’s hair, drawing in her scent, committing it to memory, a sleepy grin crawling across his face as he murmured,

“An Alpha,” a perfect little Alpha girl, although she would have been perfect if she were an Alpha, a Beta, an Omega, or some monstrous mix of the three, she had ten fingers and ten toes, two eyes and two ears and a full head of hair and they both couldn’t possibly love her more.

“She’s perfect, Arthur.” Dutch stretched out on his side, keeping himself between his Omega, pup, and the entrance to the den, between any dangers, “You did wonderfully, Omega. Sleep, we’ll both be here when you wake up.” although the Omega was already falling asleep, the pup held carefully to his chest.

They’d have to return to the camp eventually, submit to Susan and Hosea’s fussing, but for now it was just them and their pup, just a pair of proud parents and their child, and Dutch fully intended to let Arthur enjoy it for however long he wanted.

Besides, he wasn’t looking forward to Hosea’s ‘I told you so.’ when he told him he needed someone to burn Micah’s body.

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National Enquirer, September 28

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Jeffrey Epstein’s madam Ghislaine Maxwell’s secret husband unmasked

Page 2: Royal renegades Prince Harry and wife Meghan Markle have turned their backs on the U.K. forever by paying back $3.1 million borrowed from British taxpayers to renovate Frogmore Cottage because Harry always felt the weight of the public loan and he’s paid it back in full as one of the last stages in divorcing himself from the royal family and the U.K. itself -- the California-based couple who recently bought a $15 million mansion in Montecito also claimed they will no longer take handout from Harry’s dad Prince Charles after signing a Netflix deal said to be worth as much as $150 million

Page 3: Slimmed-down Jessica Simpson has told chubby hubby Eric Johnson to shape up or ship out -- she’s been laser-focused on healthy dieting and exercise since giving birth to daughter Birdie Mae 18 months ago but her flabby ex-football star spouse has been piling on the pounds

Page 4: Angelina Jolie has shrunk to a skeletal 99 pounds after launching a hunger strike to force hated ex Brad Pitt to cave to her child custody demands but friends and medical experts fear the star may be killing herself in the process -- Angie’s surviving on handfuls of grains and nuts and avoiding full meals and she’s banking on Brad cratering when he sees her in such a sorry state and giving her anything she wants, sober and svelte Kelly Osbourne is on a mission to find a man

Page 5: Demi Moore is drooling over love rat Justin Hartley’s Instagram posts and she’s got it bad for the lothario -- she’s had it bad for him ever since they filmed a funny skit together on The Tonight Show last year -- Demi has not had a serious romance since her catastrophic breakup in 2013 with Ashton Kutcher but she’s coming out of her shell after swearing off dating and now she wants to have some fun and she’s zeroed in on Justin

Page 6: Katie Holmes has given up on Hollywood hunks and found romance with a Big Apple chef -- she was snapped getting hot and heavy with Emilio Vitolo Jr. and the single mom is hungry for love with a man more focused on her than stardom

Page 7: Sharon Osbourne chased Marie Osmond off The Talk -- Marie thought the show would be fun and just a bunch of girls gabbing about their lives and whatnot but she found out that was totally naive because Sharon disliked her from the start and Marie felt Sharon was jealous of her and thought she didn’t belong and there was a definite rift between them and an undercurrent of bitchiness that everyone noticed

Page 8: Big-ideas guy Chip Gaines is clashing with wife Joanna Gaines over money as he wants to expand their empire but she wants to slow things down, Hollywood Hookups -- Jay Cutler and Tomi Lahren dating, Kathie Lee Gifford’s son Cody Gifford wed Erika Brown, Lily Allen and David Harbour wed

Page 9: Scandal-scarred Kevin Spacey has been accused of trying to sexually assault two 14-year-old boys during the 1980s in an explosive new lawsuit filed in New York -- one accuser has not been named but the second accuser in the lawsuit is Star Trek: Discovery actor Anthony Rapp

Page 10: Hot Shots -- Brian Austin Green stocks up at a supermarket in L.A., Gerard Butler hopped about his motorcycle after having dinner in Malibu, Olivia Wilde at the beach in Malibu, Anne Heche stepped out in L.A.

Page 11: Martial-arts movie master Jackie Chan got his butt kicked by Chinese officials out into the streets of Beijing when they seized two side-by-side luxury apartments in Beijing where the Hong Kong-born karate king’s family lived and put them up for auction in an ownership dispute but Jackie is fighting back by filing a lawsuit to reclaim his property which he bought estimated to be worth $5 million at a massively discounted $2 million in 2007 after doing promotional work for the owners, Oscar-winning vegan Joaquin Phoenix hopes to whip up a career as TV’s next top chef -- he loves to experiment at the stove adding different spices to traditional dishes but those who have sampled his stuff have confessed he’s not that good -- despite his kitchen limitations he has no plans to ditch acting but he wants to go all in on trying to become a YouTube or Food Network personality

Page 12: Straight Shuter -- Alessandra Ambrosio played volleyball in Santa Monica (picture), new Dancing with the Stars host Tyra Banks has kicked former frontman Tom Bergeron from the ballroom blocking a final farewell appearance after 15 years on the show and now Tom’s responded by giving tyrant Tyra some lip by openly mocking her bizarre new promotional video where her kisser was enhanced to mimic the show’s mirror ball trophy, it’s bye-bye booze on The Real Housewives franchise because seeing older white privileged women getting drunk and fighting isn’t fun anymore and it’s put a lot of viewers off and Bravo execs believe it’s one reason the ratings have tanked so now there will be less booze available during tapings, Blake Shelton and Gwen Stefani are clashing over politics among other things -- Gwen hosted an Obama fundraiser at her house in Beverly Hills while Blake is much more conservative and they’re struggling to find common ground and the weeks leading up to the election could rip these two apart

Page 13: Keeping Up with the Kardashians is ending its 14-year run because the famous family members can’t stand each other anymore

Page 14: Crime

Page 15: Broken-hearted Priscilla Presley is on the verge of an emotional breakdown and dealing with daughter Lisa Marie Presley’s past struggles with addiction and ongoing divorce with Michael Lockwood and the recent tragic suicide of her only grandson Benjamin Keough have taken a devastating toll on the 75-year-old along with the impact of the global pandemic and the country’s social unrest -- she locks herself in her room and cries uncontrollably for hours at a time and has had trouble keeping up with her daily routines -- she’s selling her Beverly Hills home and moving back to Graceland but the walls outside the estate are covered in graffiti with messages like Black Lives Matter and No Justice No Peace

Page 18: Their Marriage Failed So They Tried Again -- Pamela Anderson, Larry King, Jean-Claude Van Damme

Page 19: Melanie Griffith, Elliott Gould, Marie Osmond, Elon Musk

Page 20: Brainiac Ken Jennings the all-time winningest contestant on Jeopardy! is being groomed to replace the show’s ailing host Alex Trebek by the beloved TV legend himself

Page 22: Prized props pilfered from Hollywood sets are big business for underground dealers and can fetch up to six figures on the black market and even worse some memorabilia heists have disrupted the making of major blockbusters costing studios a pretty penny

Page 28: Cover Story -- Sex monster Jeffrey Epstein’s accused madam Ghislaine Maxwell will never be convicted due to a provision in the U.S. Constitution that forbids married couples from being forced to testify against their mates and now facing charges of sex trafficking underage girls for the pervert billionaire Maxwell has a get-out-of-jail-free card because she secretly married the pedophile before he was murdered in a federal prison last year

Page 34: Prankster Sacha Baron Cohen secretly shot a sequel to his 2006 blockbuster Borat and it’s already been screened by select industry bigwigs, Pioneer Woman Ree Drummond is blazing her daughter Alex’s path to the altar with fiance Mauricio Scott

Page 38: Health Watch

Page 42: Red Carpet -- Venice Film Festival -- Cate Blanchett -- hot, Tilda Swinton -- not, Arizona Muse -- hot, Maya Hawke -- hot, Elodie -- hot, Vanessa Kirby -- hot

Page 45: Spot the Differences -- Gerald McRaney and Aubrey Dollar and Kim Cattrall on the new drama Filthy Rich

Page 47: Odd List -- a gory piece of history has landed on the auction block -- a lock of Abraham Lincoln’s hair that was wrapped in an 1865 telegram stained with the dead president’s blood is expected to fetch up to $75,000

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Another year is coming to a close and with it, time to reflect on the year that was. I have been unbelievably fortunate to be able to visit some astounding places. I thought it

would be impossible to surpass my 2016 “Instagram Top 9” that included getting a rare look at the séance room at the Stickney House, the Yuma Territorial Prison, finally visiting the Roosevelt Hotel pool in Hollywood and The Alamo while getting one final look at the Willowbrook Ballroom just weeks before it burned to the ground. I even had a little cryptid fun, looking for The Beast of Bray Road in Elkhorn, WI.

Somehow 2017 was even bigger! So, here is the Top 10 Haunted Locations we’ve visited this year (location titles with links take you to articles we’ve previously posted on the topic):

10) Old Whitley Jail, Columbia City, IN

The Old Whitley Jail is a sight to behold. Built in 1875, the red brick portion was the sheriff’s house and courthouse, while the white portion was the prison. Currently, the site is used as a Halloween attraction.We hope this historic and haunted building is being preserved well, but that seems unlikely. It is home to at least three ghosts: Sheriff Frank Allwein, an unknown female and Charles Butler, a murdered who shot his wife in the back in 1883 before (temporarily) escaping the jail.

9) Jane Hotel / New York City

The Jane is still haunted by victims and survivors of the Titanic! Passengers and crew alike who were pulled from the icy waters were sequestered here after the famous sinking and had to stay here throughout the subsequent court proceedings. Apparently the 4th floor is the most active area where phantom crying is heard and full apparitions are seen. The hauntings at the building serve as a great reminder that it’s often the actions and the emotions of the living that lead to residual hauntings as it’s the grieving survivors that current day visitors witness. (additional photo on Instagram link)

8) El Rancho / Gallup, NM

The El Rancho Hotel is considered one of the most haunted locations along Route 66. Gallup itself was a moviemaking hot spot during the glory days of westerns and the El Rancho was the top destination for crews and stars alike. It’s in the upper lobby where people have heard phantom conversations, singular voices, footsteps and laughter. The bridal suite may claim the most activity, but neighboring rooms also report objects moving on their own, doors opening by unseen hands and the unwelcome wake up call of the curtains flying open on their own at the crack of dawn. A glance around different travel or review sites also recounts tales of unexplainable phenomena in the John Wayne room and the Susan Hayward room.

7) Queen Mary / Long Beach, CA

This was not my first trip to the Queen Mary, but it’s so incredibly haunted that it still earns a place on the list. That, and because there was an invisible visitor in the room with us who played with the sliding chain lock in our room. Easily something that perked me up from the edge of sleep! Also commissioned by the White Star Line, The Queen Mary is actually 136 feet longer than the Titanic and weighed nearly twice as much. And it seems that nearly every floor, deck and room is in play when it comes to having a paranormal experience.

6) Chelsea Hotel / New York City

In a strange coincidence, less than a day after I shot an interview with John Lydon (“Johnny Rotten” of Sex Pistols fame), I found myself at the Hotel Chelsea. It’s a spot where so much art was created, but it will forever be thought of as the place where his band mates, killed each other. Yes, this is the place where Sid Killed Nancy. Talking with the man at the front desk about the paranormal, his response was, “oh yeah, we’ve got it all… ghost stories, murders, suicides, murder-suicides….” An elderly tenant then walked in from the street, saw my camera gear and asked, “have you come to talk to the ghosts?” Of course, I asked him a follow-up question, which lead to him saying, “Not a lot of people here will talk about the stories, but if you’re sensitive, you’ll hear a lot.” It was a foreboding warning straight out of a movie.

5) Gore Orphanage & “Cry Baby Bridge” / Amherst, OH

Some of the ruins of the former home site.

The phenomenon known as a cry baby bridge (hearing phantom children crying from a bridge) is not uncommon and dates back to the La Llorona folk legend. However, this one in Ohio, over the Vermillion River, seems to be particularly active according to a park ranger who patrols the area. The road leads to “Gore Orphanage,” the ruins of which make for one of Ohio’s most haunted forests. Video and pictures from our paranormal investigation will certainly be the focus of a future newsletter. The ranger told us about a recent report where a bank of fog was hovering over the bridge. As the driver went through it, a handprint appeared on the windshield and then smeared up the windshield and carried on along the entire side of the car. The forest itself claims a number of different childlike paranormal phenomena despite not actually being the site of an orphanage.

4) Farnsworth House Inn / Gettysburg, PA

It’s been a while since I’ve been to Gettysburg and while I didn’t have a mind-blowing paranormal experience like the last time I was here, I did get to have the fun

experience of taking part in the monthly “See You on the Other Side” podcast hangout from this historic location. The top floor served as a perfect sniper’s perch. Beneath the sniper’s window, the brick wall is scarred with 135 bullet strikes. Upwards of a dozen different apparitions are seen here, including an 8-year-old boy and a nurse (the building served as a makeshift hospital) who tucks people into bed.

3) Thelma Todd’s Sidewalk Café / Pacific Palisades, CA

It was fantastic news when we found out the endangered building that housed Thelma Todd’s Sidewalk cafe was getting a full, historically accurate renovation! It might still be difficult to do a paranormal investigation here in the future, but at least the building won’t be demolished as previously rumored. Best case scenario: some future EVPs will shed light on the last mysterious night of the troubled actress’s life. Murder or accident? The jury is still out on the 1935 death of the beautiful blonde comedic actress. Amazingly, we got a room-to-room walk-through of the entire property, learning what each room was in the past and what the future plans involve. In addition to investigating this site, the nearby garage where her body was discovered should be investigated regularly.

2) Stull Cemetery / Stull, KS

Visiting this cemetery has been a goal of mine since I started getting into the paranormal in 1999. The location is a maze of urban legends involving visits by Satan, witchcraft and stairways to the underworld. The very rural site is difficult to research and the

Ruins of the demolished church on the land.

paranormal claims are just about impossible to verify or test as the cemetery is guarded at night. We were able to verify a recent (true) phenomena – the grounds apparently spontaneously combust! While we were there on a rainy day, there were no flames, but we did find random scorch marks throughout the cemetery grounds. (a short video will follow on this one too)

1) Silver Bridge & the TNT area / Point Pleasant, WV

It was a paranormal dream come true to visit the site of the famous 1966-67 Mothman sightings along the Ohio River. Of course, these sightings weren’t isolated. They were accompanied by scores of UFO sightings and something of an invasion by Men in Black who interviewed townspeople and seemed constantly out of place, even being fascinated by ordinary objects like ballpoint pens. The varied phenomena stopped when the Silver Bridge, which spansthe river, collapsed, killing 46 holiday commuters. Upon returning home, Wendy Lynn Staats of the “See You on the Other Side” podcast and the band Sunspot and I filmed a video discussing the differences between the film and the true story – truth was creepier than fiction in this case!

Honorable Mentions (all links go to Instagram):

The Hidden Brand Family Cemetery in Glendale, CA, locating urban legendy-ruins near St. Patrick’s Cemetery in Wadsworth, IL, Presidential Haunted Honeymoon spot, the Mission Inn, Riverside, CA () observing sacred sites and petrographs outside of Tucson, AZ, Molly’s Souper in Upland, CA, Château Marmont, Hollywood & Forgotten Montrose Cemetery, Chicago.

Paranormal Year in Review Another year is coming to a close and with it, time to reflect on the year that was.

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Erik Malpica Flores Erik Malpica Flores recommends: NCIS Sneak Peek: LJG…Phone Home |

A trio of familiar faces graces NCIS tonight when a 50-year-old tape surfaces in an old murder investigation. Charles Robinson (NIGHT COURT) plays inmate Ray Jennings, a Marine convicted of murder during the Viet Nam war and has been incarcerated ever since. Dee Wallace (E.T. THE EXTRA-TERRESTRIAL) portrays Claire Hall, the wife of Jennings’s dead platoon-mate who finds the audiotape that reveals that her husband was about to commit suicide, and his death probably was not a result of foul play. And Fred Dryer (star of the television series, HUNTER, and a former defensive end for the New York Giants and Los Angeles Rams) guest stars as Retired Marine Master Sergeant Thomas Fletcher.

The widow’s plea to remedy the situation puts Gibbs (Mark Harmon) in an awkward position. Grateful that Leon (Rocky Carroll) is back to his Director position letting Gibbs off the paperwork hook, Vance denies the exhumation request of Lt. Hall’s remains, leaving Gibbs fighting mad and wishing his boss had taken just a bit more time off. To complicate matters further, Jennings is hiding something and not helpful with information that might serve to free him.

Tonight’s episode, “Fragments,” guest stars Amaris Davidson, Steve Olson, Cayden Boyd, Cameron Cowperthwaite, Demetrius Hodges, Brett Gipson and Juliette Hanover. Written by Gina Lucita Monreal, “Fragments” was directed by Michael Zinberg.

NCIS airs tonight (October 23) at 8:00 p.m. ET/PT on CBS in the U.S. and on Global TV in Canada.

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EDWARD ANTHONY MASEN CULLEN // 17 99 // VAMPIRE // UPPER EAST SIDE

I. STATISTICS

- Name: Edward Anthony Masen Cullen. - Date of birth: June 20, 1901. - Date of transformation: 1918, at age 17. - Source of transformation: Carlisle Cullen. - Place of origin: Chicago, IL, USA. - Hair color: Bronze. - Eye color: Green (human); Gold/Black (vampire). - Height: 6ft2.

II. FACTS

- Physical description: Edward is thin and lanky but muscular. He has untidy bronze hair and boyish looks. - Special abilities: He can read the thoughts of anyone in close proximity to him, with the exception of Isabella Cullen. - Education/Occupation: He has two medical degrees but has never worked as a doctor. His other graduate degrees are literature, mathematics, law, mechanical engineering, several languages, art history and international business. - Hobbies: He loves music; He plays a variety of instruments, sings and has an extensive vinyl and CD collection. He also enjoys collecting cars.

III. RELATIONSHIPS

- Isabella ‘Bella’ Cullen: Bella is his wife and mate; He considers her his life and reason to live. Although there have been some troubles amongst the two of them, they still love each other unconditionally and know that nothing can break their love for each other. - Renesmee Cullen: Renesmee is Edward’s biological daughter. Renesmee and Bella mean everything to Edward and he would do anything for his daughter. He’s still not too sold on the fact that she has decided to fully start a relationship with Jacob Black, but he’s learning how to deal with it (even if it often causes arguments amongst the two of them). - Jacob ‘Jake’ Black: Edward has taken a liking toward Jacob, though he isn’t too keen on the whole dating thing with his daughter; The imprinting he can live with because he knows that Jacob purely wants what’s best for Renesmee. The both of them will never see eye to eye, but Edward is never going to be able to bury the hatch with Jacob. - Blair Waldorf: Blair was turned by Edward after she and her husband nearly died in a car crash. He has helped Blair a lot after she became a newborn and has found the strength to not kill anyone in sight thanks to Edward. Although he realizes that Bella isn’t fond of Blair at all, he can’t seem to leave Blair all by herself.

IV. BIOGRAPHY

Edward was born to Edward and Elizabeth Mason on June 20, 1901. He was their only child. His father, a successful lawyer, provided Edward with many advantages, including music lessons and the opportunity to attend private school; However, although his father provided for Edward in material ways, he was emotionally distant and often away from home on business. This absence was made up for by Edward’s close relationship with his mother; He was the center of her life. —Edward excelled at his studies and became an accomplished pianist. As he grew older, Edward became enamored of the life of a soldier. World War I raged during most of his adolescence and Edward dreamed of the day he could join the battle. His mother’s greatest fear was that she would lose Edward in the war. Every night, she prayed that it would end before her only son turned eighteen and was old enough to enlist. Nine months before his eighteenth birthday, the Spanish influenza hit Chicago, infecting all of Edward’s family. Gravely ill, they were treated in the hospital where doctor Carlisle Cullen worked. Edward’s father quickly succumbed to the disease. On her deathbed and fearing for her son’s life, Elizabeth Masen begged doctor Cullen to do what was necessary to save her son. Somehow, she seemed to know doctor Cullen had the supernatural means to save Edward. —Moved by Elizabeth Masen’s plea and having already thoroughly considered the idea of creating a companion, Carlisle took Edward from the hospital late that night, carrying the unconscious boy to his home. There, Edward became the first human Carlisle changed into a vampire. Edward formed a deep bond with Carlisle, who became a father to him, gaining Edward’s trust and love the way his natural father never had. It was Carlisle who first realized that Edward possessed mind-reading abilities; He noticed Edward answering questions that Carlisle had not asked aloud. Edward had always had a knack for reading people; After his transformation, this ability blossomed into a true psychic talent.

Edward’s new family gained a member when Carlisle transformed Esme to save her life after her suicide attempt. Edward was still young enough to appreciate a mother’s care and Esme gave it to him. But as much as he respected Carlisle’s ideals and valued Esme’s gentleness and tenderness, he couldn’t help but question what it meant to be a vampire. —After almost a decade of living with Carlisle, Edward decided to leave his new parents and experience an alternate style of vampire life. He began drinking human blood instead of animal blood. Rather than becoming a true villain in his own estimation, he became a vigilante. Edward used his mind-reading abilities to target serious criminals as his victims—murderers, rapists, abusers, pedophiles and the likes. For his first victim, he tracked down Charles Evenson, Esme’s abusive ex-husband. In the end, though he couldn’t accept taking so many human lives, no matter the justification and in 1931 he returned home to Carlisle and Esme and their way of life. Edward knew from hearing their thoughts that Carlisle and Esme were sometimes concerned that he had no romantic love in his life. When Carlisle transformed Rosalie Hale and brought her into the family in 1933, Edward knew that Carlisle and Esme hoped that she and Edward became a couple. But as stunningly beautiful as Rosalie was physically, Edward was not attracted to her somewhat shallow and self-absorbed mind. The feeling was mutual. Edward and Rosalie always treated each other like brother and sister and were not always on the best of terms. When the Cullen family lived in Alaska, Edward had another opportunity to find romance, this time with Tanya, the leader of the Denali coven. Though Tanya was interested in Edward, he did not return that interest.

It wasn’t until the Cullen family returned to Forks in 2003 that anyone had captured Edward’s attention. There, Edward met a human girl named Bella Swan. Bella was clearly different from every other person he’d ever met in two impossible-to-overlook ways; First, her blood “sang” to him the way no other human’s had; Second, her mind was the first he’d encountered that was entirely closed to his mind-reading abilities.

V. PRESENT

After nearly being noticed by the population of Forks that the Cullens weren’t aging, Edward and his family moved to the city of New York, where they were determined to start up a new life, without having any real estate at the time. Now, they all live in the same building, but they all have their separate apartments. —Edward is still the do-gooder he has always been ever since he met Bella and had Renesmee and therefor, when he heard a car crash outside, it would seem fair that he too would save someone’s life. He had met Blair and Chuck on their various showings at the MET parties (to which the Cullens were invited as the city’s newest elite family) and thought of them as two respectable people with their very own unique personality and traits. He found them curious as a couple and started to spend more and more time with them, to Bella’s disliking. Though, he couldn’t help himself but find them intriguing and has even considered diving into real estate with Chuck, hoping that Bella would join Blair in her fashion venture. Though, things didn’t seem right, there were still people whom believed that Chuck had murdered his father (which, in essence, was true) and had the couple’s car crashed. Naturally, Edward had taken notice of it as the car had crashed outside of their building. Despite the blood, both he and Carlisle saved the couple from their impending death and although both Chuck and Blair barely survived the transformation, they were thankful to both Edward and Carlisle. About two years later, the newborn couple has moved from their safekeeping in Carlisle’s apartment with the help of Jasper and Edward to control themselves and they are regularly spotted with Edward and surprisingly, Bella at his side. —Though, Edward knows that their secrecy of being vampires won’t last too long in New York, as the city tells and spots you everywhere you go.

FORTUNATELY FOR YOU, THE ROLE OF EDWARD CULLEN IS OPEN.

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