Memento Mori Chapter Ten

“I only ran to avoid killing you.” Edward and Isabella sat together on the edge of the charred dais.

“You came back for me?”

Memento Mori Chapter Nine

Edward wasn’t positive how he’d gotten himself stuck in the cell the vampire had been locked in as though he was some criminal. It didn't escape his notice that in his mind he was referring to her as ‘the vampire’ again. He should have known she’d save herself and leave him to his own pathetic fate. It was in her nature, really, and he couldn't even fault her for it. It irked him, he couldn't deny that, but he knew she couldn't help herself. It was like the feeding frenzy that she couldn't stop even with great effort.

Memento Mori Chapter Eight

As she lay there within the echoing walls, the voices crowded in her head. There was a vampire she was familiar with that gained new powers after suffering great trauma. Isabella wasn't quite pleased with the new talent she’d acquired, since she couldn't silence the constant noise.

“Get the fuck out of my head!” she screamed.

Memento Mori Chapter Seven

There were more voices inside Isabella’s head than she was used to. It seemed she could hear everyone within the town. There were thoughts of breakfast and baths, getting to work in the fields or the town. Only one voice caught her attention—that of Edward. She felt that he was nearby, the bond between them aching behind her ribcage. She tried to reach out to him with her mind, but she was uncertain if such a thing were possible. He was in an alley, searching for food. It gave her the most unpleasant feeling; one of caring what happened to him more than what happened to her. She had thought the mate bond consisted of bloodlust and lust of the flesh, not endearing feelings of devotion.

Memento Mori Chapter Six

Edward woke to darkness. He assumed he was dead, and he didn't like the looks of the afterlife. He was cold, for one thing. He didn’t see his farm, or anything else, for that matter. There were no angels, no clouds, but also no demons. He sat up tentatively and discovered his head throbbed like no other. He couldn't seem to catch his bearings from his position, so he moved to all fours until he was positive he could straighten without keeling over.

Memento Mori Chapter Five

The pounding was back. Edward couldn't decide if it was in his head or on the door. He cracked an eye and looked around, squinting in the bright light. It was such an insistent sound that it made him want to slam his head against the wall to drown it out, but he figured that wouldn't help. Instead, he got out of bed and answered the door.

Memento Mori Chapter Four

When next he woke, it was almost a repeat of the night before. He was disoriented and thought he’d had a strange dream. The difference was that the sun was shining and someone was banging on his door.

Memento Mori Chapter Three

He was alone when he next woke to a darkened sky and frigid room. He rose slowly from his bed feeling weak but no longer dizzy. He made his way into his small kitchen area and cut a hunk of bread from the hard loaf on the counter. He was an abysmal baker, but he’d learned to make do. He leaned heavily on the counter as he tried to reconcile what had happened. He came to the conclusion that he’d dreamed the encounter with the red-eyed woman.

Memento Mori Chapter Two

She knew she’d found him when she caught his scent. Her nostrils flared, as did her thirst. Her coven leader had warned her that her mate was likely her blood singer, judging by her intense need to find him. She longed to feed, to satiate the burn raging in her throat. Her hand went up to cup her neck as she moved silently forward, hearing with a new clarity the banal words he was thinking. Everything had previously sounded like it was coming through a radio station just out of range—she could make out what he thought, but it was fraught with static. As she moved in his direction, his inner voice was clear as a bell. He was harvesting something, worried about the profit to be made, and pondering the offer made by a Jacob Black.

Memento Mori Chapter One

Every day for the past twenty-two years, she’d heard the thoughts in his mind. From baby babblings to the thoughts of a grown man helping his father provide for the family, it had all been there inside her mind, too. She knew he lived in a place with misty forests and perpetual rain, but he had no name for the location beyond the town of Forks. Isabella had never heard of such a place, and neither had any of the vampires she encountered on her search for her soulmate.

Memento Mori Prologue

1,500 Acres Ten Years Later

“You want me to do what?”

“Lower your voice, Edward.”

“She’s my baby! He’s old.”

“She’s twenty-two, and he’s thirty. Try again.”

“He’s too old for her.”