Disclaimer: I personally would take it as a huge complement if someone actually thought I was Stephenie Meyer... Alas, I cannot take credit for her wonderful works. I don't even own a copy of the book... (sad, I know)

Part One

I had spent my entire night on Bella's roof. Every night I wasn't hunting, I spent on her roof. I made no noise, prowling silently along the top. I heard a far off scream of my name, below me in the house. It was in agony, and the reason I wasn't down inside. For Bella's nightmares every night were about me. I had come back, unable to stand being without her any longer, and found her just in time to witness her dreaming about me. It proved that I was no good for her, if she only had nightmares about me. It wasn't her fault. I should have never shown her my secrets, never dragged her selfishly into my evil shadows. He was laying with her, trying to calm her. He was better for her, she didn't have nightmares about him. He was a doctor. He was her husband, and his world wasn't horrifying to think about. They had a child named Samantha, and she was as beautiful as her mother.

I decided to stop down by Sam's room. I had often sang my song to her during the night. She was a connection to Bella, and I could remember the times I had spent in my angel's room. I never went into Bella's room, though. She would know what it meant to see a white blur going through her window. Sam would just think herself to be dreaming. And I also knew that if I saw Bella, I might never leave her room again. That would be unfair to her, who deserved a normal life. She deserved better than me.

I slunk in through the open window. Samantha's brown hair sprawled across the pillow, and I could hear her snores. I slowly began humming the song I had played a million times on the piano. It wove its way through the air, and I concentrated on each note separately, trying not to sink into a worse depression. As much as it hurt me to remember this, if I left no reminder of myself in some way, all would be lost.

I sang to Sam throughout the night, if not the lullaby, than one of Esme's favorites. I sang until the sun was about to rise, and then I left again, not wanting for her to wake up. Slipping out the window, I noticed Sam mumble in her sleep, "No." I wondered what she was dreaming about. But I couldn't wonder for long, because Sam would be waking up soon.

I spent my days in the little crawl space under their house. It was dark, and damp, and was perfect for a mythical vampire to hide from the sun. It had one thing in it, and that was a picture of Bella. I sat, staring at it for hours on end. That's all I would- no, could- do all day. Nothing disturbed me, and the spiders were fleeing from me. I would immerse myself in memories, remembering the exact color of her hair, the exact sound of her voice. There was nothing that would distract me; I had thrown away my cell phone years ago, and nobody would ever find me here. It was torture, but I endured it for her sake.

The merciful night came again. I snuck up towards Sam's window, wanting to see her again. She was snoring peacefully, and I began to sing softly. I stopped, though, when I saw what was on her desk. It was the CD I had given Bella for her eighteenth birthday. I had left it behind, when I left, in a loose floorboard in her room. I couldn't have gone away without leaving something of myself behind. But, I had only left it because I had thought she would never find it, not with human perceptiveness. I couldn't fathom why she had kept it, even if she had found it. She hated me, as was apparent from her screams, and wouldn't have saved something like that. It seemed impossible, and it was, wasn't it? There was no reason to have it.

So absorbed was I in my thoughts, that I hadn't noticed when Sam's snores stopped. Oh no. That's not good.

"Who are you?" I turned around slowly, and faced the drowsy voice that came from the bed. She looked sleepy, and I thought she might be able to be convinced that she was dreaming. It would have helped if I could hear her thoughts, but there was a void where they should've been. Great. If she had inherited that from her mother, it would make this so much harder.

"Where did you get this?" I just had to know. Even if it woke her up even more, I had to understand why she had it. If Sam even knew anything about it.

She spoke again, more clearly this time. "Don't you think I should be the one asking the questions? Seeing as, I have the power to scream and wake my parents up, and you are the one who's just appeared in my room in the middle of the night." I blanched. If she woke her parents up, they would come running, and Bella would know exactly what boy Sam might mention. I couldn't risk Bella knowing I was here, not after I had promised to leave no reminders of myself.

"Will you promise not to tell anyone about me?" She blinked, then frowned at me.

"Maybe. If you answer my questions."

"I will, if I can." She looked at me, obviously confused.

"Hmm. First question: Why are you in here?"

"I-" I faltered. It might sound strange if you didn't know the context. I had come to sing to her, sing to Sam in her sleep to remind me of her mother. And if she knew the context- no, she absolutely couldn't know the context.

"I don't think I can answer that." She looked at me skeptically.

"Can't? How about won't? I think you can and will, whoever you are. But, let's move on. What's your name?" I would never be able to escape without Sam screaming. I was unable to reply to the simple inquiry, for she might have heard her mother's nightly screams of my name. That would complicate things, a lot. Almost as much as Sam's yells to her mother.

"Please, believe me in the fact that I would answer you if it wouldn't make problems worse. I really need you to trust me."

"Do I have any reason to trust you? Any at all? I woke up to find you in my room, looking at my stuff." I was trapped. This was not good. There was no way out of this. But, maybe she would be susceptible to the same thing as Bella. I looked at her, trying to 'intoxicate her by my very presence' (and this is, of course, from Twilight).

"Please?" I asked in my most alluring way. I had to hope that this worked. If not- But not to worry, it had. She took on a dazed look, and was under my power for a few seconds.

"Sure." She still looked strange, but she shook it off more quickly than Bella ever had.

"But, can I ask you questions still? You only need to answer 'if you can'." I heard the cynicism of herrds.

"Of course." She didn't know- actually, I think she did- how much she held my existence in her hand. She could alert the entire house at any time, and though I could get out very quickly, Bella would know I was here.

"So, what can I ask you? How about this: What were you doing, looking through my stuff?"

"I was just looking at this." I held up the CD and decided to feign unknowing. "Where did you get this? It looks like it's made by a friend."

"It was up in the attic. Why do you want to know?"

"I was curious."

"Curious enough to look in my room in the middle of the night for it?" She had me there. I had no reason, in her mind, to be there.

"Yes." She was baffled by my simple answer. I knew that I should be more careful with what I say, seeing as she might wonder why I was so curious.

"Hmm. What's your name? I haven't seen you around school."

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you my name. But, I'm home schooled, so I wouldn't have seen you at school."

"Why can't you tell me? What is it that you're hiding? No wait, don't answer that. I can answer for you: 'I can't.' What happened to replying to my questions?"

"What, would you like my life story?" I was getting snappish, and I needed to calm myself; she still held a lot of power over me. "I just can't, okay?"

"I think I'm going to scream now."

"Please don't."

"I will."

"Please. I implore you. I'll tell you as much as I can, maybe tomorrow. But you can't tell anyone about me."

"Fine. Umm- Where should we meet?"

"Where do you wish?"

"Here, maybe? How did you get in?"

"The window."

She laughed. "He finally answers." I bowed, then left the room via the window.

As soon as I got to the woods close to her house, I started running. I had a problem, a serious problem, and I didn't quite know how to fix it.

Feeling the wind blowing past me, I realized how stupid I was, sneaking in there. I had no way to know that she would keep me secret. I didn't even know what I was going to say tomorrow, though obviously not the truth. Saying that I was a vampire who was still in love with her mom would sound extremely peculiar, and never would be accepted as truth. I decided to spend my day thinking of what to tell Samantha.