Summary: Edward finds a mysterious glass bottle in his family's attic in a box of junk. He takes it, and cleans it, when Bella pops out and tells him something that leaves him astounded... BxE (of course, I would have it no other way), and all human.

A/N: Hey guys! I am back from my break (which I hardly consider a break seeing as I spent most of it studying ... *grumbles under breath*) and I decided that, in case you hadn't read the last chapter/author's note of HWWG, or if you are a new reader to this story, that I am rewriting it!

I reread the start of it, and I was cringing before the end of the last paragraph. I don't know how you managed to read it, 'cause I wasn't able to, so that got me thinking about just making a few fixes every now and there.

But, the thing is, when I began making changes to the first chapter, so many new ideas came into my head, and I decided to rewrite the whole thing! I changed their ages (by a few years – younger, that is) and what they'll be doing, acting, etc.

But the main aspects of the story with still be there. I won't mention them in case you haven't read the story before, and are actually bothering to read this horribly long author's note. :D

In case you haven't noticed, I also changed the title of the story. Though the other one was just as appropriate, considering the content of the story, my personal opinion is that 'The Woman in the Bottle' is more fitting, despite its lameness. *smiles widely and goofily at last three words*

Well, I think that's all. I hope you enjoy my new version of the story. I'm certainly liking it better than the other one. If you liked the other one, I hope you find this one even better!

Anyway, I did say I was back from my break, and I am. Temporarily. So, I'll be able to get about one or two chapters up (including this one) and then I shall disappear until November. Hey! *puts up hands defensively* I'm finishing up school and these are my major exams. I gotta study!

Disclaimer: I do not own 'Twilight'.

The Woman in the Bottle

Bella

I woke up and stretched, my muscles seeming to sigh in contentment while my joints popped. I was starting yet another day in this cramped prison I have called home for as long as I can remember. Despite the fact that it was luxurious, and accommodating, I despised the feeling of being an animal in a cage that came associated with it.

Standing up from my soft, plush bed, I strode over to the comfortable pillow laden sofa and grabbed my latest book of interest, flopping down on my stomach as I set it up in front of me. I laughed as the antagonist did something foolish, which quickly turned into a sigh as my thoughts took me away from the novel.

My life was so lonely and repetitive. I longed for company, for freedom. Especially freedom. It was something that I knew I could never have. And that thought made me bitter.

Snapping the book shut I stood up and closed my eyes. I relaxed my muscles and cleared my thoughts. I could feel myself calming down almost instantly.

I turned to my wardrobe and changed into something that I thought seemed casual and comfortable. I grabbed the dark blue jeans and tank top before changing into them, replacing my last ensemble.

Despite the fact that I could change quicker using my...abnormal skills, I liked the small sense of normalcy that came when I did things without my magic.

It was also something I did that was kind of like spitting in the face of my superiors.

Wanting to make this day as productive as possible, I sat down at my laptop, applying for online classes in a subject that captured my interest. I had gone through this many, many times since the opportunity arose, and had thus gained, as I would consider, rather impressive knowledge on a vast amount of subjects.

EPOV

"Mom, which other boxes need to be sorted through?" I called over to Esme, who was sorting through some old furniture on the other side of the attic. Her back was to me as she peered underneath a large white dusty sheet. The dust rose with the movement and she immediately began coughing to dispel the annoying little particles. But really, knowing Esme, I really didn't understand how she could leave any place in the house to come to this state. She was a perfectionist in everything she did, with no exception to being perfectly clean.

"Uh...go through this one," she replied after recovering from her dust-induced coughing fit. "This stuff kind of accumulated. Most of it was from that garage sale in Chicago that Alice thought was best to waste so much money on a whole hunk of junk." Esme rolled her eyes at that.

I chuckled, shaking my head at the memory. Yes, that was Alice. Our little shopaholic. "Though Emmett did his bit by spurring her on." I laughed as I recalled Alice and Emmett's behaviour that day. Alice had just had a lot of sugar when she had insisted we stop by a garage sale. We had reluctantly let her go, where she sprung from the back seat and began purchasing things at an amazing pace. This was not helped by Emmett's boisterous encouragement of, 'come on, Alice, the money isn't going to spend itself!'

"True, true..." Esme replied distractedly.

I walked over to the box, appropriately labelled 'CRAP', and began sorting. I pulled out an old teddy bear, a children's book, when I came to a nice wooden jewellery box. Handing it to Esme, who smiled as if I had just handed her treasure, I returned to the box where I noticed a glass bottle. It was very beautifully structured, and rather colorful, though it was mainly a deep green color. It had a long neck, widening as it grew longer, and then at the bottom it abruptly bulged out, like a bulb. Sealed with a cork that would not come out, and made out of various thick pieces of glass, it could not be seen into.

"Esme, do you want this?" I asked. I did not want to seem to over-eager, but I liked this bottle. It was very aesthetically pleasing (which we all know is the sophisticated way of saying that it looked pretty). It also had certain character and charm to it.

She turned and, glancing at the bottle in my hands, shook her head and waved a hand in the air as she turned back to the furniture, telling me that I could throw it out, or keep it if I wished. I put it aside and returned to the box.

A few, exhausting hours later, after a quick dinner with Esme and Carlisle, I was headed to the stairs to go to my room.

"Thank you for helping, dear," Esme said as I headed towards the door. Carlisle was standing with an arm around her waist, looking at her adoringly. I smiled at her and nodded.

"Remember, we're having a family lunch tomorrow before you head out to Seattle on Sunday. We're so glad you could stay with us here, son, even if it is only for two nights," Carlisle reminded me, smiling.

When I got to my room, I looked at the few items I had managed to scavenge in the attic. A book filled with my old piano compositions which I had wondered where it had gotten to, an old watch, Esme's beautiful old locket that she had insisted I keep to 'give to my someone special' whilst I had rolled my eyes, and the glass bottle.

I placed them all on my old computer desk, which had nothing on it, and plucked up the bottle which had piqued my curiosity the most. I didn't understand why, though. There was something enchanting about the bottle, even if it was rather grubby. It was very dusty with dirt stubbornly attached to its sides, and could do with a little cleaning. I walked into the ensuite, studying the bottle carefully, and ran it under hot water, washing it with a cloth and soap, removing most of the dust. Then I continued scrubbing it, as underneath the dust was a thin layer of some gritty substance.

I was scrubbing so hard, profanities slipping from my mouth, that I hardly realised when the bottle began to light up and heat up a little. I nearly dropped it when I noticed this, but quickly placed it on the bathroom counter, staring at it wide-eyed. For a little while, I wondered if someone had put some kind of bomb in there and maybe I should throw it outside quickly before it exploded. However, before I could make any movements, something extraordinary happened.

BPOV

I was on my laptop, having stopped my studies to procrastinate. After years of doing this, you tend to become very skilled at it. My head was resting on the desk, and my eyelids were drooping...

All of a sudden I was jerked awake from my near-slumber by shaking. The whole room was shaking. Books got dislodged from my bookshelf, the laptop began jittering its way across the desk, inching near the edge before I stopped it, and I stumbled around uselessly, trying to be wary of where I was stepping.

I began to feel nervous, anticipation bubbling inside my chest. Worries surfaced in my mind, wondering if I was going to have to be as cautious as I had when dealing with my last 'masters'. Some were easy, while others...not so much.

I gritted my teeth and scowled, thinking of my last master, James. He had been greedy and cruel. Demanding so much when he was so undeserving. I immediately averted my thoughts elsewhere. His wishes were not something I'd ever want to think about again, nor their consequences.

The shaking became more violent, causing me to stumble around, and I knocked my knee into the coffee table and then fell on my backside.

"Oh, for the love of all that's holy!" I cried out, through clenched teeth, exasperated, clutching at my knee as it throbbed. I closed my eyes, willing the pain to disappear, and it slowly faded away. I cursed the fact that I was unable to rid of my clumsiness...

EPOV

I continued to stare at the bottle, as it began to shake slightly. Then –

"Oh, for the love of all that's holy!" I heard a muted female voice utter from inside the bottle. The voice was muffled, but it still scared me. I began to question my own sanity... hearing voices coming out of bottles certainly was not an ordinary daily occurrence.

Suddenly there was a POP and a girl about my age was standing in front of me with a blank expression on her face. She had mahogany hair that fell to the middle of her back, and beautiful deep, chocolate brown eyes. The girl – or young woman, I should say – was wearing a those unusual poofy pants in which the flimsy material came loosely out from her waist, but joined together to cling at her ankles. Her top was similar to a tight tank top which didn't even cover her midriff, and it had the same flimsy, loose material over the top, bunching at the hem. Both items were varying shades of pink. Her whole outfit seemed to look like the genie from the show, 'I dream of Jeannie'. She also had what looked like bracelets, bound tightly to identical places on both her upper arms.

Snapping out of my stupor, I slightly shook my head and looked pointedly at her, trying to prompt some explanation as to her abrupt appearance, and out of a bottle no less. She didn't see my expression as she wasn't even looking at me, but at her clothes, with a small frown on her face.

I cleared my throat.

Her eyes flashed up to me and she blushed a deep red. "Uh...hi," she said hesitantly. "I'm Bella...and well...uh... you have five wishes." Then she smiled brightly at me, though it looked put on.

My eyes widened as I took in her words, and I wondered how my subconscious could come up with such a bizarre dream.

From the look on my face, Bella decided to elaborate further. She chuckled nervously and began playing with the hem of her very short shirt. She seemed to be trying to pull it down more. Then her eyes snapped up to meet mine.

"Yes, well, you see, I'm a genie."

A/N: So, this is the first part I have rewritten.

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