Hey. I just wrote this when I was bored, and I suppose I'll continue once I get… hmmm… maybe, 5 reviews. Okay with you?

Disclaimer: Much to my sorrow, I don't own Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse… not even Edward Cullen. Wish I did, though.

The sky was as dark as pitch, and studded with bright silver stars like brooches on rich black velvet. The large window that served as the wall of my bedroom turned in to a mirror at night, reflecting the image of myself, copper hair slightly ruffled, lying on the big golden leather couch in the corner of my bedroom. I raised a hand to touch the glass, amusing myself by watching another me, the Edward Cullen in the window, lift his hand as well to touch mine. But where our fingers should have touched, I felt only cold, smooth glass.

Bored, I sat up. I could hear the sound of Carlisle flipping the pages of a book in his office, and of Emmett wrestling Jasper. Alice was doing her short black hair in the bathroom by her bedroom, humming to herself, while gorgeous Rosalie was talking with kind, gentle Esme about something like house prices. I wandered over to the gleaming white laptop sitting innocently on my desk. I had only used it once before, when Carlisle had given it to me as a birthday gift. I had halfheartedly opened something called 'Microsoft Word,' and then I had written, 'Would you please bring Bella here?' Carlisle had told me that computers were very intelligent, and would do whatever you wanted. But, to my disappointment, Bella didn't appear in a puff of smoke. I had quickly closed the window, closed the computer, and pretended that I hadn't done anything, because cheerful, bear-like Emmett would get a kick out of this for weeks.

And now, here I was, approaching it suspiciously. It twinkled in the bleak light from my old-fashioned desk lamp. I grunted, and reached to switch the lamp off, ignoring the pain as the hot metal burnt my fingers. Then, cautiously, I reached for the laptop.

The surface was smooth, and slightly warm after spending a few months under the light of the lamp. It seemed harmless enough, so, wary, I opened it. There was a hollow clicking noise, and then a soft 'briiiiiiiing' sound. I started, surprised, and then turned back to the computer screen. It was a soft, pale blue, with a little bar across that was half gray, half white. The words 'loading… please wait' flashed across the screen in big, bold letters. Then there was another clicking noise, and the screen changed from blue to white. I stared, fascinated, as a half-transparent bar popped up on the side, with small circles and squares on it. Peering closer, I recognized the symbol for Microsoft Word. Tentatively, I moved the cursor until it was hovering over a picture of the world and a reddish dog of some sort. A label appeared, saying 'Firefox.' I clicked, unsure.

A window popped up, with the word 'Yahoo!' written across it in uneven red letters. I frowned. Was this supposed to happen? What was this 'Yahoo!' thing, anyway? And what was it doing on my laptop? Shrugging, I scanned the website. There was a silvery line across the top of the screen, with a bar that said '' in it, and a smaller one that showed a picture of a magnifying glass and the word 'Google.' I clicked in the 'Google' box, and was surprised to see the word disappear. A slender, pulsing line appeared in its place, and the box was suddenly outlined in blue.

I tried typing. Smiling to myself, I wrote, 'Edward Cullen,' and then looked around for something to press to send it. There was nothing. I pressed random keys; A, then K, J, and L, and then even 5. Curious now, I typed in ';83m/.' Then I tried one labeled, 'return.' In smaller letters it was written, 'enter.' I deleted my previous text besides the words 'Edward Cullen,' and then clicked it.

I nearly jumped out of my seat in surprise. A new window opened, with the words, 'Edward Cullen (Twilight) – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.' I stared at the slanted blue letters, dumbfounded. How did they know about me? Did they track me down? I scanned the words below the link. It read, 'Edward Cullen (born Edward Anthony Masen) is a character in the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer. He is currently featured in the books Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse…'

What? I clicked on the link doubtfully. Maybe it's a different Edward Cullen, I thought dubiously – but hopefully. I still wasn't willing to believe that somebody has been stalking me all these years. Edward Cullen isn't a very common name, my mind snapped back. I grunted in response and waited impatiently for the page to load. When it eventually finished, I read through it eagerly. It was white and academic looking, with a picture of some strange person with… well, it looked like an actor, trying to be me. His eyes were too bright a shade of gold, and too large, while his hair kind of shaded his eyes and gave him a lopsided look. To my horror, the paragraph seemed to be about me. It revealed that I was a 'vegetarian' vampire, that I could read minds, that I was engaged to be married to Isabella Swan… I let my head fall in to my hands.

Who could have been following me? I would have sensed the presence of their mind. Unless it was Bella! I refused the idea. Bella wouldn't tell these people my private matters. I pressed the back button and glanced through the other links. One was called 'Numb From the Pain – a Twilight Fanfic, from .' I clicked on it, my mind working slowly through the fog of horror. I read the first page – and repressed a scream.

'It was just like any other time. Edward and I were leaving to go to the Cullens' house, all because Alice was making us come. Sometimes, Alice gets, well, more than sometimes, really, really overexcited about something, and then there is no stopping her. Like right now, for example. The occasion? Alice decided that we should have a party celebrating me being in Forks for two whole years, which wasn't that long to me, or even a vampire, for that matter.

"Ready, Bella?" Edward asked me with his velvety voice, kissing my forehead as I nodded, forgetting what he had just asked. I had told Charlie about this, and since he knew Alice was going to try to persuade him to come, he made plans to go fishing with some of his friends from the station.

Edward raced outside, with me firmly clamped to him. If he had been human, he might have choked. I had learned to close my eyes, as I didn't want to become nauseous. It seemed like mere seconds when Edward told me that we were here, and that I could safely open my eyes. Knowing Edward, it probably had been only a few seconds.

Alice's excitement clearly showed, with streamers hanging down from every possible space on the ceiling. Wow. Alice had really overdone it this time. Just as I felt my cheeks starting to get red, Edward picked me up and carried me to their living room, gently setting me down on the couch. Then the realization hit me. This wasn't just a party for me, but more like a celebration for Edward and me. For going to get married. For me to become an official member of their family. "Come here, Bella!" Alice said, with almost too much excitement in her voice, which probably meant a present, most likely a new car. I groaned inside, but stood up and walked a little to quickly, tripping on the floor lamp, and falling right into the glass coffee table.

Pain shot through me, and there wasn't a molecule inside me that didn't hurt. I saw Edward's shocked face, his deep onyx eyes making me truly and utterly afraid. He was no longer my Edward, but a bloodthirsty creature, a tortured soul who thirsted for my blood, and my blood alone. "Alice! Jasper! Anyone! Help me!" I screamed, as Edward crouched and stepped forward to kill me.'

I read it again, still in shock. Then I re-read it a second time. Why would I – I forced myself to think the word – kill Bella? The reason for my existence? The love of my life? I can control myself better than that! I glanced at the author. Nocturnal-nightmare. Hmmm… strange name. But what I was really thinking about was the story Nocturnal-nightmare had written. Kill Bella? Never! I would rather kill myself! But imagine what would happen if you lost control some day, a small part of me whispered. I shook it off angrily. "I would never – and never will – hurt Bella. I promise," I vowed to myself.

As I was thinking, I had clicked the tiny purple words 'Twilight Fanfic.' I scanned the page as I tried – admittedly unsuccessfully – to scroll down. They had strange names like 'Fangs, Wings, and Everything in Between,' 'In the Heart,' and 'Second Sunlight.' And, I noticed, some vampire named Edward was mentioned in almost all of them. My description seemed to be pretty accurate – copper hair, 'vegetarian,' and, of course, deeply in love with Bella. I was intrigued, and more than slightly angry. Who had given all of my information to this person? Who had stalked me all these years?

I read another story, and winced. Many of them seemed to be of Bella's life after I had left – and not returned. If I was human, my eyes would be bright with tears – but then again, I'm not human, so that's that.

I read a few more stories, carefully avoiding the ones labeled 'Edward Gives in,' or 'Feminine Wiles.' I shuddered. Ugh. One, 'Free Falling,' seemed centered on Bella falling in love with Jacob – that dog – and eventually bearing him a child. I ground my teeth and clicked the button of my mouse with more force than necessary. Let's see… more about Jacob imprinting on Bella, a few on Bella and me, er… 'losing our virginity,' four, no, wait, seven stories in a row about our wedding, one on Bella committing suicide… I gasped. What? I know she jumped off a cliff, but she didn't commit suicide! Frantic, I clicked on the story entitled 'I Can't Stand It Any More.'

'Edward left me a few months ago, and the hole has kept throbbing, keeping pace with my heart. I managed to stop thinking about him early on, but I still dream. Most days, I wake up wild-eyed and screaming, drenched in sweat. In my sleep, he leaves me over and over and over again.

Jacob helps the pain, like a drug. No, not like a drug – more like the sun, the wind. I drink him in eagerly, letting him soothe me like an animal tamer would tame an animal, and then, when I return to my little home with Charlie, the pain is ten times worse.

And now, I can't stand it any more.

I remember the cliff I jumped off of. I remember the wild, free exhilaration of it, the sensation of complete and utter recklessness and adrenaline. I recall the feel of the wind whipping my hair back as I fall, of the icy water lapping at my bare skin. The memories are fading now. The pain is making them subside, like the tide.

The next thing I know, I'm standing on the cliff at La Push. I look down, and the blue-gray waves are heaving and lurching, splashing against the shore. I look up, and the sky is just as unfriendly, gray and cold and distant. Big walls of black cloud line up, guarded by smaller soldiers of fleecy cotton wool in the sky. I look back at the small hut of Jacob and Billy's, thinking of all the happy memories. They're leaving, too, just like those of the cliff diving.

Then I remember the task at hand as the cold wind whips against my bare skin. Squaring my shoulders and taking a deep breath, I face out towards the sea. The brisk wind seems to beckon me, and I murmur, "Edward, I've always loved you. Always." Then I jumped, the'

I stopped reading abruptly. I couldn't read anymore, I couldn't think about what I've done to Bella. Bella deserves somebody better.

Just as I was really getting in to my wallowing in pity for Bella, I heard a soft knock on the honey colored wood of my door. I looked up, tasting the thoughts. And that new skirt I just got will be perfect for Bella, and when – I tuned out. I knew who it was – Alice. I murmured softly, still a trifle depressed, "Come in, Alice. Come in."

The door opened quietly, and Alice danced through gracefully, beaming beatifically. "Hey, Edward!" she trilled, golden eyes twinkling. I dipped my head, not in the mood for fun and games.

"Hello," I muttered. Alice moved to my side, glancing curiously at my computer screen.

"What are you so sad about?" she asked, her high, bell-like voice concerned. I caught my breath, quickly closing my computer so that she wouldn't see.

"Nothing, Alice." She had walked over behind me with her lithe dancer's step and was examining a sheet of crumpled paper lying on my desk. "What are you looking at?" Alice glanced up.

"Your music. Are you going to show this to Esme?" She finished reading through it and grinned at me. "It's not a bad piece, brother." I snorted.

"Thanks. That means a lot to me," I told her sarcastically. "And yes, I am going to show this Esme – it's going to be her birthday gift, in fact." I itched to open my computer again, to see how much these people actually knew about me. Alice noticed my hands twitching towards my laptop and, laying the sheet of music carefully back on my desk, reassured me,

"You can go back to doing whatever you were doing. I won't look." I shifted uncomfortably, trying to look at my computer.

"Thanks, Alice, but I'd still rather you weren't here," I confessed. Alice shot me a sidelong glance.

"Okay, sure. I just thought you might want a little company." With that, she drifted out of the room, humming the music I had composed to herself. Shrugging, I opened my computer. It was still open to the page about Bella… killing herself, so I quickly pressed the back button. Then again, back to the 'Google search page.'

I scrolled down. And stared. One headline declared, 'Edward Cullen is so hot!' What? A little scared, I clicked on the link. A window popped up, adorned with photos of a black book with white hands carrying an apple. The title was 'Where's my Edward?' I shuddered, and looked closer at the book shown. Twilight.

It rang a bell. Ah, yes – the 'Wikipedia' entry had mentioned that I was featured in Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse, and much of the 'fanfiction' said things like 'Post-Eclipse' and 'When Edward left in New Moon…' Oh! So Edward was just a character in a book! Not me. The relief was instantaneous. So Bella wasn't telling strangers about my private life!

I clicked on the photo of Twilight, rather amused at myself for being so silly, and read the summary.

'When her mother gets remarried, Bella moves in with her father, Charlie, who lives in a small town on Washington's Olympic Peninsula, where it rains nearly all the time. There she meets Edward, a strange and gorgeous boy from a strange and gorgeous family, and soon she has fallen madly in love with him.

She also discovers that he and his family are vampires, and this bothers her not at all. It bothers Edward, though; even though they had long ago sworn off human blood in favor of animal predators, he still worries for her safety, both with him and with his family, who control their lust for human blood only by willpower.'

I froze. So it wasn't just a book! It really was about me! I leaned back in my chair, cutting off my breathing instinctively (I'm usually only this excited when I scent a particularly delicious human). I tried to think rationally. Okay… so I'm a character in a book. Well, maybe everybody I know is also a character, I reasoned. I deleted the words 'Edward Cullen' and carefully typed in 'Bella Swan.' Then I clicked return.

The whole page was full of little blue headlines declaring things like 'If Edward won't marry Bella Swan, I will,' 'I wish I could trade places with Bella Swan,' and 'My friend is obsessed with Edward, and keeps calling herself Bella Swan.' My eyes bulged as I read them. I clicked tentatively on one. It was something called a blog. It was entitled, 'Who should Edward Cullen belong to?' Below were many comments that basically all said, 'to me!' I shuddered, and carefully posted, 'Edward belongs to Bella Swan.'

Immediately, another comment appeared, screaming, 'No u r wrong! Edward belongs to me u got a prob. with that?' I hastily typed back, 'Me? No, no! I have no problem at all. Just come and get me.' There was a pause, and then the blogger wrote, 'U? wat do u mean, u?' I backpedaled furiously. 'Oh, I meant Edward Cullen, of course.' Then I left the site, not eager to converse anymore with the furious text-talking blogger.

I clicked the back button several times, desperate to escape the Edward Cullen Google searches. I arrived on the original 'fanfiction' page, the home, you could say. I was about to close the window when I heard a knock on the door. I tested for minds. I could feel nothing, which, in its way, was as good as feeling something. It was Bella. I left my laptop lying open and seemingly innocent on my neat desk and I ran down to greet her.

And there she was, framed in the damp doorway. It was pouring outside, rain trickling from every gutter and drainpipe – this was quite normal weather for rainy Forks – and so she was quite wet. Her glossy hair was made darker by the rain, and was sticking uncomfortably to her clothing. I smiled at my personal angel. She looked up and grinned. "Hey, Edward!" she sang, throwing herself in to my ready arms. My shirt was now dripping from the impact, but I didn't care. I tightened my grip around her frail figure.

"Hello, love," I murmured, cupping my fingers around her chin to tilt her face up so that I could brush my lips swiftly to hers. I saw her eyes widen, heard her heartbeat quicken, and felt her lips curve in to a smile beneath mine. I laughed. "The rain makes you smell very good, Bella," I observed, pressing my face in to her dripping hair. She snorted, and replied dryly,

"Thanks." She straightened, and I loosened my grip around her slightly. She looked around, smile lingering. I nodded.

"Nothing to do here, eh?" Bella looked up at me and smiled innocently.

"As long as you're here, I'm fine," she laughed, pressing her forehead against my chest and wrapping her arms around my waist. I groaned and frowned, inhaling her mouthwatering scent. She smelled so impossibly good! To distract myself from my thirst, I prompted,

"Come on. What do you want to do? And why are you here at…" I checked my watch. "Half past two in the morning?" Bella shrugged.

"Couldn't sleep. And I thought you might be bored." I let go of her, and started walking up the polished mahogany stairway, with Bella following me, teeth chattering. I suddenly remembered that she was soaking. I called over my shoulder, "Go to my room. I'm going to get you a towel." I could hear her protests behind me, but not for long, as I was soon in the gleaming, black and white tiled bathroom. None of us ever used it, but we kept it for pretense. Besides, it was useful to store things in, and Alice and Rosalie could entertain themselves for hours in here. Right now, the only proof that they were ever in here was the bottle – that was about the size of my head – of pale pink glittering gel. I avoided it carefully; it never paid to venture to near to one of my 'foster sister's' products when they were not around.

I walked over to the cupboard, pulling out the fluffiest towel I could find. Then, holding it gingerly in front of me – towels always seemed to smell bad, for some obscure reason – I strode back to my room, ready for Bella. She wasn't standing in the doorframe, waiting for me, like I expected her to.

And then I remembered. My computer was still open to the fanfiction site! I sprinted to my laptop, dropping the clean white towel in a heap on the floor in my haste.

I was too late. Bella was kneeling in front of my computer, looking completely bewildered, and a little angry. When I entered the room, a pale blur, she looked up from the screen. "What's this?" she whispered. I bit my lip.

"Nothing, Bella." Bella met my eyes. Her deep brown ones were full of betrayal. I looked down quickly.

"You told them all this?" she breathed, glancing back at the computer screen. I grimaced, swiftly forcing her arm down and closing the laptop.

"No. I was wondering if you had told them." She stared, wide-eyed, up at me. "I didn't want to break it to you this suddenly, but it seems you've already found it, so…" I took a deep breath. "We're characters in a book, Bella. All of us. You, me, Carlisle, Esme… even Mr. Banner. Everyone you know, love. Everyone."

Ooooh… suspense…

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- Lord Cullen