(Bella POV)
Portal:
I looked over at the calendar. June 20. That day didn't mean anything to me. I couldn't think of anything that happened on this day to celebrate or remorse. I looked around me. Where did Edward just go? I ran upstairs and into Carlisle's office. Carlisle looked up from his work.
"What can I do for you, Bella," he asked.
"Not much. Did you see Edward? He was just with me and then he disappeared," I replied.
"He is probably up in his room at the moment like he does every June 20 at this time."
I looked up at the clock; midnight.
"Why," I asked him.
"Go find out from him," Carlisle replied and then went back to his work.
I turned around and sped out of the room and up the two flights of stairs and into Edward's room. He was sitting on a leather couch which was turned towards a window. There was something in his hands. I quietly walked over to behind him and hugged him around his neck.
"Bella," he said as he scrambled to hide what he was holding.
"What's that," I asked him as I ripped it out of his hands.
I looked down. It was a picture. There was some boy standing with some girl.
"It's a picture from my human years. The boy is me. The girl is my first love," he told me.
I looked at him. He didn't look nearly the same. The girl looked oddly familiar.
"You… don't look… the same. Who is that girl," I asked.
"Don't hurt me," Edward said, obviously ready to defend himself.
"Why?"
"It's Victoria."
"You mean the one who tried to kill me?"
"Yes. She was trying to get revenge on me from killing James and also for breaking up with her. The odd part is that we both in the end became vampires."
"Oh my god."
"Yeah. I never wanted you to know. I guess that didn't work out too well."
"I'm alright if you dated her. It was the past. As long as she isn't secretly alive and you are dating her again."
He laughed and said, "You are the only one for me."
"Aw," I said, hugging him. He wrapped his long arms around me and I felt at home. I leaned up and kissed him slightly.
Then I remembered the real reason I came up here.
"Carlisle said you always come up here every June 20 at this time. Why is that," I asked.
"I guess I never told you what today is," he said.
"No. You never did."
"It's my birthday."
"You were changed into a vampire today in 1918," I asked.
"No. I don't know what day that happened. I was barely conscious. Remember I was dying of Spanish Influenza when Carlisle changed me. Today is my actual birthday. Today in 1901, I was born to Elizabeth and Edward Mason," he replied.
"Why did you never tell me your birthday," I asked.
"It never came up. You never asked for my birth date, just how old I was."
"Oh. Well then, happy birthday," I said.
"Thank you. But I don't need it to be a big deal," he said.
"Oh, just like I asked for mine to be kept on the down low," I asked, smirking.
"Don't you dare," he threatened wickedly.
"Everyone, come to Edward's room," I yelled. All of a sudden, everyone was standing in the doorway.
"It's Edward birthday," I said.
Everyone said happy birthday to him as I looked over at him. He growled and everyone backed away from him. He crouched into his hunting position. Then he lunged at me and I ran to where he originally was. I crouched down into my position and he landed and re-adjusted himself into his. We both lunged at each other and we hit the ground laughing hysterically.
"I love you," he said.
"That's why I'm here," I replied simply.
He sat up, bent over me, and pecked me on the lips.
Everyone cleared out of the room. I stood up and picked up the photo again and Edward walked over. He put his arm around my waist and put one hand on the photo. I put my hand on his and looked at him. He gave me that crooked smile that made me feel all fuzzy, even as a vampire.
"Do you still have feelings for her," I asked.
"When I was dismembering her, yes I did. Then I remember why I was doing it; you. Then, I lost my feelings. I love you more than anything or anyone. You are my life, my existence. I cannot remember what it felt like when I was human and dated the girls I did. Sometimes, I wonder what I would be like now, what it would have been like, if you were alive in my human years. But, unfortunately you came along eighty years later. I wonder if Victoria remembered me when she saw me," he said.
At that moment, our hands went through the picture and then our bodies followed through.
