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I just had this story nagging me for a while, so I needed to post this! People who read my other Morganville Vampires fanfic, 'Welcome Home Claire', just know I haven't abandoned that one. But I might try to end this story before getting back to Welcome Home Claire. Sorry guys!

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Edward's POV

My beautiful Bella slept soundly in her bed. She wasn't mumbling, or even twitching. Which was a big difference from her usual sleeping routine.

I gently caressed her cheek. She was so beautiful, and I was so lucky to be able to call her my fiancé. I dreamed every day of how she might look in her white wedding dress, with a nervous small smile perched on her face. A transparent veil would be covering her face, only giving you glimpse of her beautiful flawless facial features. I would take her hand and bring my other hand to touch a strand of her brown curls. Everything would be perfect.

I heard a rustling sound come from outside her house. I couldn't catch the things thoughts. I wasn't going to take any chances with my Angel's safety. I softly kissed her on the forehead and whispered to her that I loved her, and went to check on what was disturbing our peace.

I jumped from her window, and landed on the ground with a small thump. It would have been quite impressive if I were a human.

I sniffed around, trying to catch a scent. It wasn't a smell I had ever smelt before. It didn't smell exactly human, but it was definitely not a vampire. Or a wild animal.

I looked up at Bella's room to make sure that unknown thing wasn't going anywhere near her room. I was shocked to find that her room was illuminated green. As if there was a green disco ball in her room, and she was having a party.

"And when she wakes, a different spirit shall take her place." I heard a coarse voice coming from her room.

Bella! She was in danger. I could just feel it in my bones.

I ran as fast as I could. If anything happened to my Bella, I swore I would never be able to forgive myself.

Even with my vampire speed by the time I got there, the green light was gone with the person with the coarse voice. I sniffed around her room, trying to pick up where the person could have ran to, but found the scent stopping in Bella's room. The scent wasn't left in the hall or downstairs. It was like the person had just vanished into thin air.

I crouched by Bella's side and inspected her body. Nothing had been disturbed since the last time I had left. She hadn't even turned over.

I kissed her temple and sighed out in relief. She was safe for now.

I would have to tell Carlisle about this incident. Maybe he would know something about the weird green light.

Bella started waking from her slumber. She groaned, than brought her hands to her eyes and started rubbing them. Not a normal routine for Bella. She would usually stretch before fully waking. Not that I took tabs or anything…

"Bella, sweetheart, it's still too early to wake up. You should try to go back to sleep." I whispered softly.

She just groaned. She swatted her hand at my head and started stretching. I heard her neck crack, which made me flinch. She started cracking her fingers as well. Every small crack made me wince. It wasn't like her to do such thing. She must still be off in la la land.

I laid my hand on top of hers and stopped her from trying to crack her anything more. "Honey, that won't do you any good." She kept trying to crack her last finger, her right pinky. "Sweetheart, stop." I said softly to her.

With her left hand she pushed at my chest. I wasn't expecting her to do such a thing, so I ended up falling to the floor. I saw her attempting to crack her poor small pinky finger. After a second of silence, a small 'crack' came from her tiny finger. I winced.

Finally satisfied, she opened her eyes. I got up from the floor and stood up so I could see her face. I was expecting her eyes to still be hazy from the sleepiness, but was surprised to find they were fully alert.

"Morning sweetheart," I smiled down at her.

She kept staring at me. She then reached up to my cheek. I thought she was trying to pull me into a good morning kiss, but I was mistaken. She first softly touched my cheek, than brought up her other hand and grabbed both of my cheeks and pulled. Hard.

She giggled. She let me go fairly quickly, but not before giving me another good pinch.

"Bella?" I looked down at her questioningly.

Her giggled dyed out, and her eyes squinted at me. I thought she was having a hard time seeing me in the dark, so I reached for her bedside lamp and flicked it on.

She still kept squinting. After a moment, fear went through her eyes. She opened her mouth to scream a deafening scream.

I tried to pull her into a hug, thinking she suddenly remembered her nightmare. But she wouldn't let me. She kept fought against me.

"No, no, no! Help me! Help me! Someone HELP ME!" She started off just whimpering, but then her voice kept getting louder and louder until she was screaming for help.

I could hear Charlie waking up in the other room. I wanted to help her, but I didn't have enough time. But I couldn't think of leaving her, so I ran into her closet and shut the door.

She kept screaming for help. I heard her get out of her bed and run out of the room. She kept crying for help, and ran all the way outside. I heard Charlie run come running to her room.

"Bells?" He called out to her. When he didn't find her in her room, he must have heard her screams coming from outside. So he ran outside with so much confusion radiating from him.

I didn't see any point in hiding, so I got out of the closet and went to look down from Bella's window. I was lucky that her room got a good view of the front of her yard. I could see everything unfold itself.

Charlie was trying to restrain her. She was looking around with a panicked look on her face. Her eyes were looking everywhere as if it was the first time she had seen any of it. Fear was shining in her eyes. I could hear her whimpering, "Please, please… God please no…"

Her whimpers were making me feel horrible. Was I the reason for all the fear?

Bella fainted in Charlie's arms.

I followed the ambulance to the hospital. I remember hearing Carlisle asking me questions when he saw me run in right after Bella's limp body was rolled in. I don't know what I answered him. My mind was in panic mode. What had frightened my Bella so much to run out of the house? It couldn't have been me, could it? Was I the reason? Was I really the reason? That question kept going through my head while the doctors were inspecting my beautiful fiancé.

I sat in Carlisle's office with my head in my hands. My sculpt hurt from pulling at my hair too roughly too many times.

I don't know how long I stayed that way, but one thing I knew that the sun had already came up. Many hours ago. Or maybe it was only minutes. I couldn't make the difference.

I felt Carlisle's presence stand in front of me. He stood there looking down at me with sadness and confusion going through his head. "Edward, what happened?" He asked me.

I looked up from my hands. I must have looked horrible, but Carlisle's expression didn't show any surprise. "She was frightened of me, Carlisle. She was scared of me." I whimpered.

Carlisle crouched in front of me, than took my hands in his as if I were a child. "What do you think could have made her so scared?" He asked me with such a calm voice.

I shook my head. "I don't know." I looked through my memory, and the green lights flashed in my mind. "But someone was in her room before she woke up." I said.

He squeezed my hands in comfort. "What did this person look like, son?"

I shook my head once again. "I couldn't catch her. I could only hear her voice. She was chanting something."

His eyes widen in surprise. "Chanting…?"

I nodded my head. "This weird light was coming from her room as well. A green light…"

He nodded his head in understanding. "Maybe this has something to do with Bella's suddenly out burst." He said thoughtfully. I didn't have any strength to look into his mind.

"May I go see her?" I asked him.

He looked at me. He was contemplating whether it would be better for Bella to be with me or not. He finally nodded. "Yes, you can go see her. But be very cautious with her. Her emotions might still go haywire again, and that wouldn't be healthy for Bella."

"I'll be careful." With that said, I headed to her room.

I read the mind of a coming nurse who was mumbling about how hospitals weren't places to come just because someone fainted. I guessed that would be Bella's nurse. I managed to get the room number and went straight towards it.

I could hear her soft even breathing and knew she was asleep. I softly opened the door, hoping not to disturb her slumber.

Someone had changed her into blue hospital clothing. (Whatever that's called…) Even in the dim light, she looked like an Angel with her brown curls lying perfectly around her head. Her pink lips were pursed, showing her distress. Her brown orbs were hidden by her lids, but I could still imagine them. A dark chocolate color that would just pulled you in. I could stair into them all day and not get bored.

I took a seat next to her bed. I got into a comfortable position, not that I had to, and waited for my Bella to wake up.

She slept for another four hours, until nine a clock. Charlie poked his head into the room a few times, after he almost had a heart attack the first time he saw me in the room. At seven, he came back in and told me he would have to leave for work, but he told me to tell her that he would come and see her at lunch time to check on her.

At nine sharp, she woke up. She did the same thing she did the last time. She rubbed her eyes and tried to crack her fingers. This time I knew what was coming, so I managed to stop her from doing such thing and just wake up.

She opened her brown eyes, and once again squinted at me.

"Good morning." I smiled at her.

While squinting, her arms stretched out to the counter next to the bed, searching for something.

"What's the matter, honey?" I asked, worried. I didn't remember Bella being on any kind of medication.

She took her eyes off from me, and turned to glare at the desk. "Where are my glasses?" She asked me. Something sounded different though.

"Glasses?" I asked. This worried me. Had she hit her head while being brought to the hospital?

She squinted up at me. "Yes, my glasses. I can't see a thing without them."

When I was about to ask her what she was talking about, Carlisle came in. "Hello Bella, how are you feeling?"

She squinted at him too. "Do you know where my glasses are?" She asked. She got off the bed and started looking everywhere. Under the bed, in the small closet, she even asked me to check my pockets, for some silly reason.

Carlisle looked at me, asking mentally if I knew what was going on. I shook my head.

Carlisle knelt next to her and laid his hand on her shoulder. "Are you OK, dear?"

Bella shook her head. Tears were starting to run down her cheeks. "I can't find my glasses. Do you think I might have lost them?"

Carlisle gave Bella a soft smile. "Honey, calm down," He said.

"Where am I?" She suddenly asked. Her poor eye sight must have finally got the impression that she wasn't home.

Carlisle gently leaded her back into the bed. "You're in the hospital Bella. You fainted earlier this morning."

Her finger was writing something in her palm. "I fainted?" She didn't sound like the Bella I knew at all. And this had nothing to do with an aftermath of some kind of drug. She sounded much too… naïve to be Bella.

"Yes dear. You're just feeling a little confused, that's all." He said. But that wasn't what was going through his mind. He was thinking the same thing as I was. She did not sound like the Bella we all knew and loved.

"Where's my mom?" She asked.

I took Bella's hand, trying to catch her attention. "She lives in Arizona, Bella. You live with your father."

She shook her head. "No, I live with both my parents." She said with confidence. "Who are you, anyway? And who's this Bella person?" She asked in pure innocence.

I opened my mouth to tell her the truth, but Carlisle shook his head at me. "Dear, it seems I got the wrong girl's paper here. Can you tell me your full name so I can go get the right paperwork?"

He was trying to find out who Bella thought she was. He thought she might have a multiple personality disorder.

I was horrified. If she did have a multiple personality disorder, what would be the cause?

I watched my nightmare unfold before me.

"My name's Ally Aoi Takeyama." She said.

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