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It was a typical day in the rainy town of Forks – okay so maybe the house wasn’t inside the borderline of the town but that doesn’t matter. Alice was skipping around the room in inhuman speed replacing all the flowers and other perishables in the house, though it wasn’t strictly necessary for them to keep up the appearance in the house; what person would come to their house to even notice this? – it was one way to keep busy. As she ran she could hear Jasper and Emmett having a discussion about a wrestling match that Emmett had lost the other day – he was trying to goad Jasper in a rematch. Edward shook his head; he was sitting at the piano playing Esme’s favorite song. Alice could tell from his smirk that Jasper must be feigning reluctance just to annoy Emmett and as she looked at her husband from her peripheral vision she could easily see the signs on his face too. Though of course Emmett couldn’t. Rosalie was sitting on the couch staring off into space – or more likely into the huge glass window admiring herself. Esme was in her study working, but like any other time Edward was playing – especially this song – there was a certain happy peacefulness coming for there. Carlisle wasn’t home at the moment, though he should be home any minute; he was working at the hospital always choosing to work late on the holidays – today was Christmas – so that his human coworkers could have the day off and spend the time with their families.

It was only five minutes later that he drove up and only three seconds after that that he came in the door carrying a box in his arms. He looked at the box a little oddly; there was no address or anything like that on it.

”What’s that?” Emmett asked.

”It’s a box,” Jasper teased his already frustrated brother. Emmett glared at him, but otherwise let it go, though the twinkle in his eyes told everyone that he was up to something.

”I doubt it’s dangerous,” Edward said now standing next to Carlisle, examining the box too and obviously picking up on his father’s apprehension with it. ”Though, it is odd that we didn’t hear anyone leave it…”

”It’s only a box, open it already,” Emmett said impatiently. ”And then Jasper and I can…”

”I’ve already told you, I’m not giving you a rematch,” Jasper said, his tone annoyed, but Edward’s mouth twitched in amusement.

Carlisle opened the box, with some trepidation and pulled out four books. ”‘Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn,’” Carlisle read the name of each of the books. ”I’ve never heard of them.”

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Prologue

I’d never really understood the phrase ”my heart caught in my throat” until that moment.

For there he was.

And he looked exactly the same.

And he looked completely different.

I stood at the gate, my trembling hand resting on the painted wood, and took in the sight of him. His hair was the reddish-brown I remembered, but instead of wildly exploding around his head, he had tamed it with some sort of gel or pomade. Still, a few rebellious locks escaped, falling over his sweaty forehead as he worked.

He had removed his jacket and tie – I could see them tossed over the porch railing – and rolled up the sleeves of his crisp, white shirt. The corded muscles of his forearms tightened and released as he worked the shovel into the garden soil. My eyes wandered down his body, capturing flashes of images in the midst of my shock – the crisp pleats on the front of his trousers, the smudge of dirt above his knee, the scuffed brown shoe pushing forcefully on the blade of the shovel.

He paused, lifting a gloved hand to his forehead, wiping away the sweat on his brow, frowning at the stubborn stump before him. Suddenly he stiffened, as if realizing he was being watched.

And he turned in my direction.

And I gasped.

I had always loved his eyes – whether they were black with thirst or amber with satiation. But these eyes were neither of those things.

I knew they wouldn’t be, that this wasn’t the Edward I knew.

Yet it still surprised me to see it in person. To see, instead of topaz or amber or black, a rich, dark green.

Carlisle had told me they’d been green.

Right now they regarded me warily, then curiously.

Still he said nothing. He just stood there, watching me. His gaze dipped down briefly before meeting mine once again. He colored slightly, a sheepish smile lighting his features.

Damn. He was checking me out.

I tried to draw a breath, but the tightness in my chest made it impossible.

I couldn’t even blame the damned corset this time.

He stood, loosely holding the shovel, and watched as I lifted the gate latch with a shaking hand, then slowly approached him. I drank him in thirstily, having been deprived of him for so long. With each step the hole in my heart constricted a little more and by the time I stood before him, it was like it never existed.

Edward.

Without even realizing it, I reached out and his eyes widened in surprise. I hesitated only briefly before stroking my trembling fingers down his cheek.

His skin was not pale… not cold… not hard.

It was soft… and warm. Clean-shaven, yet his beard had started to grow back, tickling my fingers. My fingers trailed down his face to his full, pink lips.

I could feel his warm breath on my fingertips and my body burst into flames, as it always did when I was near him. Even after all this time, it remembered. Even though he was different, it remembered.

”Edward,” I whispered.

He replied quietly, ”I’m sorry,” and my fingers tingled at the vibration of his mouth. Because although his voice missed the musical quality I’d come to know so well, the velvet tones still wrapped around his words in a familiar way.

His eyes locked on mine and my heart stopped again, my hand dropping to my side and a tear trickling down my cheeks at the next words to escape his lips.

”Do I know you?”

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Våran läsare Alexandra tipsade oss om att hon har börjat skriva på en fan fic som heter An Unexpected Surprise och ville dela med sig den med alla oss här på hemsidan! Här kommer en liten teaser, sedan får ni klicka er vidare för att läsa historian – på engelska!

Den handlar om Bella, Jacob och Edward. När Edward har lämnat Bella så blir hon förkrossad. Det har snart gått ett år sen dom möttes och Bella håller på att bli tokig, tillsut vänder hon sig till Jacob och finner tröst. Han håller ihop henne, för en stund. Tillsut bestämmer sig Bella att besöka några av Cullens vänner, och tillsut gör hon ett stort beslut;  Att få tillbaka hennes livs största kärlek. Men när Edward öppnar dörren så står inte Bella där, det är någon annan. Någon han känner men aldrig har träffat.

Historien säger hon är rekommenderad för 14 – 15 årsålden från att den kommer bli grovare sedan. För att läsa berättelsen, klicka er då vidare här!