Summary: I knew one thing for sure; I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with the ghost of Bella Swan. EPOV. Canon pairings. AH. AU.

Notes ABOUT the story: It will take place in Portland OR. Remember: In Case of Emergency: BREAK DANCE!

Prelude: Boadicea

I close my eyes in silent prayer. Rarely did I pray. A few months ago I was Atheist, a devout one at that. But in recent light I knew that there had to be something else. Some force that defied scientific idea.

Never once did I believe that I would fall in love, having a scientific rationality had made me a cynic of sorts. Eating chocolate I thought would produce more phenophylamine than an actual relationship. But over these past months.... I knew I was in a love that no chemical could create.

"What the fuck are you doing!"

Smoke. Fire was everywhere, consuming everything. I run through the halls and ram open doors. I touch the doorknob on the last door, unsettled by the knobs heat. I try to turn it, ignoring all logic. There's a back-draft, I knew there was. But I couldn't leave her.

"I need to--"

I felt a hand on my shoulder, trying to pull me away. Wall paper turned brown and condensed to leave nothing. Gases were becoming overwhelming; our air only feeding the fire.

"What the hell, Edward! We need to get out, now!" Emmett's voice went up numerous octaves and cracked.

"No." My voice was shaky and my breaths ragged. My palm encompassed the knob again this time its burning heat felt comforting. As though the vast heat were saying a welcoming greeting and inviting me to turn its handle.

"Back-draft!"