Thunder Strikes

A year later, Edward and Melody are trying to keep their quite new relationship last. Unfortunately a few somebody's are getting in their way, tensing them up. In times of stress, fear, Joy and promises, the young couple needs to raise two toddlers and learn to be honest to themselves and each other.
And while Edward is distant for reasons Melody is not aware of a new attacker who is waiting for the right time to bite.

Will their bond be strong enough to survive? Or will the someone be able to break it?

Thunder Strikes is a sequel to Starless Sky and Moon Girl.

Get bitten and tag along!



This story is RATED 18+ / NC-17 which means the following:

- sex
- violence
- angst
- cursing


5. Thunder Four

The expression on Edward’s face changed into full-blown panic, a kind I’d only seen once vaguely. When he’d saved me from James two years ago. 
“Melody, I-I…What? Where are you ta – “ he stuttered and I felt guilty for causing him the heartbreak. I knew that even though we barely acted like a couple, he loved me. way too much.
“No! Edward, no! That’s not what I meant.” I had interrupted him before he’d go insane or even leave again. I couldn’t bear it if he’d do that. The restlessness in his eyes changed into a wary expression, his nostrils flaring from the panic. 
Way to go, Melody, scare your boyfriend off….

I sighed, an apologetic look in my eyes as I took hold of his hand. 
“What I meant by stopping us, wasn’t breaking up with you,” and audible sigh left him and I stroked the back of his large hand with both my thumbs, “We need to stop with how we behave. How we act toward one another. It’s not…healthy for our relationship, Edward.” my voice came to a whisperer at the end. I saw intuition flicker in his golden eyes, a battle raging. I was getting to uncharted territory, as he called it. 

“I don’t feel…loved. I know you love me, but you don’t make me feel like it. not anymore.” I admitted, a little ashamed that I finally told him this after the first nine months of our relationship. I didn’t dare to look in his eyes as I kept brushing circling patterns on his hand and wrist. It was silent for a long while, and I was suddenly afraid that he might get angry at me. 

“Melody…I’m sorry for that,” Edward spoke softly, crushed and with a hoarse voice. I could hear the evident pain seeping through it, but never understanding what exactly pained him so much. Why he didn’t want to talk about it. 
“But I just…I’m still dealing with it. I’m trying to forget the pain I caused you…” he said, anguished. I swallowed, feeling a little guilty for pushing him with it, but it had been so long ago already. I moved on for as much as I could – now it was his turn. 
“Edward, I’m fine. That was the past – we are together now. We have our sons to love. We have a great family…You don’t have to worry about causing me pain! Talking to me about who I am and who you are won’t hurt me. and – “

“Stop.” The sound that came out of Edward’s throat was whiny in combination with red fury. I gasped when he, only a second later, leapt from my bed and positioned himself at my window. 

We stared at each other, me confused as hell, he panicking again. 

“Fine, I won’t talk about that part of our lives. For now.” I agreed, sternly and looking him straight in the eye. He stared back harshly, but getting softer colors back in his eyes.
“But that doesn’t mean we can't talk about other things, like our future together and such. How the twin will grow and where we’re going on holidays…” I explained what I meant and noticed him getting closer to me again.
My throat became dry when my body knew what I wanted to say too as Edward sat down next to me again, reaching for the hand that was nervously plucking at the thick quilt. 

“…I want….” I started not able to complete the sentence when he looked at me so intensely. 
“what do you want my love?” Edward urged, stroking my now red blazing cheeks. 
“It’s not that I just want to feel loved but…I want to feel,” I swallowed, getting courage to look into his eyes, ”desired.” 
My hoarse whisper made Edward tense again. 

“Melody you know that I’m not letting that happen again!” he stated, cold as ice.
“I wasn’t talking about that! But, help me, you even refuse to kiss me for penguins sake!” I raised my voice a little, shutting down when I realized there were people sleeping in the nearby bedrooms. 
Now it was Edward’s turn to look ashamed, averting his eyes from mine.

“I really do..?” he whispered then, almost too soft for me to hear. I gasped – he didn’t even realize it.
“Fuck, that’s…” he started again, shaking his head before dropping his face into his hands,” I’m such and asshole!” he seethed to himself. Trying to lighten the mood, I threw my arm over his back, hugging him from sideways.
“But you are my asshole. There is a difference.” I said sheepishly, kissing his sweater clad shoulder and taking in the scent. 
Edward moved, turning towards me and looking me straight in the eye before sighing. 

“alright. we have to change. Be ourselves again. but Melody, please, don’t push my boundaries. I need to get used to it…to you.” He said, trying to explain what exactly he meant with his eyes. 
He had to get used to me being different than human. that I was from an unknown kind where he wasn’t ready to know off yet. And that scared him. 

I nodded in understanding, still a little frustrated that we were going to face another round of avoidances when it came to my true nature, but I could be happy with this for a while. 

Then Edward smiled his lopsided grin, all worry and tenseness gone. 
“I love you, Melodiana Swan.” He said, taking my face in his large cold hands. Hands that had touched me intimately, hands that had saved me, those hands that cheered me up when they soothed my back. 
“And I love you too, Eduardo Cullen.” I said, grinning widely as he rolled his eyes.
“Stop calling me that…it sounds weird.” He said, touching his nose to mine as my breathing hitched a little. 
“You are weird, Mr. Vampman. Don’t deny it.” I said breathily when his lips were close to mine. I waited in anticipation, praying he wouldn’t back away.

Edward chuckled, “so we’re good again?” 
I giggled, laying my hand on his wrist, entangling my fingers with his on my face.

“Can I kiss you now then, woman?” he said in a low husky voice. That voice that always send shivers down my spine from excitement. The one I hadn’t heard for months. I nodded a little too enthusiastic and he closed the last bit of distance. 

The feel of his lips on mine after all this time, felt like it was brand new. Like the first time that his rose petal lips moved with mines, battled in the soft kiss. The sweet touches that thrilled me, cheered me up. It was all Edward, my Edward. 
We were starting over again, trying. And this sweet teenage kiss was only the beginning. 

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