"Edward, where are you?" I was shouting. I was running in human speed, taking no notice of people walking past by me. I was gasping for air, but I was happy -- and giggling, too. It was like playing hide-and-seek with Edward. I stopped to breathe for more air, and then a hand reached down to me.

I looked up to see only magnificence before me.

"I'm here. Don't worry."

I held his delicate hands as he flashed his innocent smile. I was caught in the moment, holding in hands and looking at his loving eyes, flashing an unexplainable tint of bright honey color.

"Ugh, Bella love, I think we should go somewhere with -- less people."

"Oh right." I slowly put my hands down as well as my head because I was sure blood was rushing towards my face. It still embarrasses me every time Edward catches me blushing.

Edward took my right hand as he led me through the crowd. Even with his back turned, a girl couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to hug that perfect body, and to feel protected by his chiseled chest and toned arms.

I looked around. The place was familiar. Italy? Why would I be here? Oh well.

Edward led me to a narrow dark alley. I followed gleefully, I hate surprises, but if it was coming from Edward, I'd take it anyway.

"Here we are." Edward said in a cheerful tone. He pulled me closer to his arms, and hugged me tightly. I was surprised to hear him sound this happy. Was there a 'something' for me?

"Where are we anyway?" We were standing in front of a totally enormous door. It looked like it wasn't built for this kind of alley. The door was paneled with mahogany wood, in the center it had the Cullen's family crest imprinted on red velvet.

Edward slowly opened the door and took me inside. Then I heard the small click of the door bolt.

I walked forward and... Silence. I was completely in awe of what was before me.

"Um, E-Edward?" I choked. It was hard trying to find the right words.

"Yes, Bella?"

I could feel my hairs standing on its ends. My stomach was curdling and there was something wrong in this.

"Don't you trust me, Bella?" a mysteriously sinister voice said behind me, still velvety and soft, as he slid his arms on my waist pulling me closer to him.

I gulped. Little beads of sweat were forming on my forehead. I still couldn't take my eyes of what he has shown me.

"You wouldn't think I could do that to you, would you?" he chuckled. Now his mouth was leaning on my neck. My pulse was beating faster than ever.

I couldn't move. I was sure this wasn't Edward. My Edward.

There was no time to blink at what was ahead of me. It petrified me.

Charlie, Renee and Jacob.

Lifeless.

Cold droplets trickled against my cheeks. I forcefully pulled away Edward's arms as I neared three still pictures. My loved ones potrayed. Their eyes open, as if they died having no time to say their last words. More tears poured down as I noticed a crescent shape on each of their necks. Blood was still oozing out of them.

I turned to Edward, now burning with anger.

"Did you do this, Edward? Answer me!" My fists were shaking so hard. I couldn't -- I wouldn't believe that Edward was responsible for this killing spree.

"Bella, my love," he sounded very serious, his eyes indifferent, his teeth bared. It was strange because of all the times he showed his vampiric side, only now did I start to be frightened.

"I had to do it."

My jaw dropped.

"You wouldn't understand." His head tilted, eyes looking at me -- burning red, loveless.

He started circling around me.

If this "Edward" wasn't "my" Edward, I couldn't trust him. No. Never.

"They were -- let's just say, getting on my nerves."

I snapped.

"What?!" Tears were gushing like a violent river. "Still, how could you -- They're my family!"

I tried to hold back my tears. "Edward, how?" I couldn't talk any further.

Edward walked towards me. He caressed my cheeks and dried my tears. I stared at eyes questioningly. Now, again, he was different. His face was solemn. He looked hurt that I was hurt. He was my Edward again.

"I'm so sorry, Bella. I had no choice but to do it. They were getting in the way. And the Volturi.."

"The Volturi? What did they have to do with this?"

"I'm sorry. For hurting your family. For hurting you. I was acting out of orders."

"The Volturi ordered you to do this?"

His eyes broke contact.

"I've said too much. Bella, I love you. But I have to leave. It's for the best."

"Edward, no!" I tried to grab his coat. But he was too fast. He left the door swinging open.

I turned again to the pictures. Tears were beginning to cloud my vision. I felt weak. My knees unbuckled before me. I sat there on the floor, crying, sobbing.

Now, I have no family. No Charlie, no Renee, no Jacob and -- no Edward.