Chapter 1

_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

IMPORTANT!!!!!! IMPORTANT!!!!!!! IMPORTANT!!!!!!!! IMPORTANT!!!!!! WARNING!!!!!!! IMPORTANT!!!!!! IMPORTANT!!!!!! IMPORTANT!!!!!! IMPORTANT!!!!!!!!!

IMPORTANT A/N: THIS STORY WILL BE GOING INTO DETAIL ABOUT SPIRITUALISM AND SATANISM, AS WELL AS THE MEDITATIONS AND RITUALS DEMONIC EDWARD WILL BE INTRODUCING UNTO BELLA. IF THIS DISTURBS YOU OR YOUR RELIGION, PLEASE DO NOT READ, NO NEGATIVE COMMENTS WILL BE MADE TOWARDS OTHER RELIGIONS AS THIS IS PURELY INFORMATIONAL ABOUT SATANISM AND SPIRITUALISM PRACTICE IF YOU DO CHOOSE TO CONTINUE READING. GRAPHIC DETAILS WILL FOLLOW BOTH SEXUAL AND RELIGIOUS NATURES. ANY PERSONAL/ PRIVATE QUESTIONS PLEASE E-MAIL TO , AND I WOULD BE GLAD TO RESPOND!

NO INSULT INTENDED TO ANY PERSON WITH OPPOSING OR DIFFERENT RELIGIOUS NATURES. IF THERE IS SOMETHING SPECIFIC AIMED OR IS WORDED INSULTINGLY TOWARDS YOUR RELIGION, PLEASE LET ME KNOW SO WE CAN TALK ABOUT FIXING IT.

GOOD READING ;)

____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Sadly, I don't own anything Twilight related except my copy of Twilight on my iPod Touch and my own copies of Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn.

_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

I sat on my bed, quietly, eager for my next self-educated meditation lesson. I slipped my earphones from my ipod into my ears, and set the playlist to my meditation favourites.

I was so excited to see him again; my spirit guide. I had been curious about the occult for years, and started dabbling into things like Palmistry, Numerology, Auric Readings, and Tarot Reading first. What really excited me was that both my parents always told me that they were bad, evil, and God would send me to hell. I laugh, now, about it, thinking back. Even at seventeen I had been so naïve.

"Deep breath…hold 1, 2, 3, 4, 5…exhale 1, 2, 3, 4, 5."

My first song on the playlist was guided to get my mind settled and focused. Technically, it's called a void meditation, to void all thoughts and allow me to bring my thought patterns into higher sensitivity levels. At least, that's what Edward taught me.

Once I was meditating for a good 20 minutes my body was into a relaxation state similar to sleep, yet my mind was fully alert. My ears picking up the tiniest sounds, and the hair on my neck and arms were sensitive to every wind drift in the room.

I pushed my alertness, more like a second set of eyes, scoping through the bedroom. With my physical eyes closed, I pictured my bedroom in the blackness of my mind, and imagined myself sweeping spiritual hands through every inch of the imaginary room. I was trying to look for anything that didn't feel right, or anything that seemed to magnetize me to one specific spot.

Edward liked to train me, to push me to my limits, spiritually, where he could. Edward is my spirit guide, the one who will listen to me without judgement, protect me at all times, help me better myself by helping me in any way he can, and providing me love when I need it.

I took another deep breath, magnetized to the rocking chair in the corner, by my window.

"Edward…" my mind called out.

I scrunched up my forehead in concentration, trying to clarify the blurriness of a human form sitting in the rocking chair from the rest of the void.

I opened my eyes very carefully, making sure that my mindset was not interrupted and that I could still see the image I created behind my eyelids superimposed over the image my real eyes saw.

The image cleared itself, and a 24 year old bronze haired man stared back at me with a crooked grin.

He had already told me that he couldn't hear my thoughts, the only one out of the entire human population for several centuries. I know that I couldn't control my thoughts about him; it was just the power and darkness that he exuded that drew me in. The promise that he gave me that no other mortal man could uphold or fulfill.

"You're getting better, and faster, my dear, at finding my presence. You have been practicing." He said in a cocky, pleased tone. I smiled back at him, knowing that he would return the favour like he always does.

"Your Clairvoyance has been going quite well I see. What about your Clairaudience skills?" He asked knowingly, as if he already knew the answer.

"Yes, I have been practicing. It's been driving me crazy. Lately, out of nowhere voices in my head start superimposing over my own, I can't hear myself think through the voices. I am beginning to hear distinct tenors and emotions as well as genders in the voices."

"What kinds of things have you heard?"

"It's really random. I will get snippets here and there. It's nothing I can explain, the voices are talking about scissors one moment, there will be a bit of quiet or something I can't make out, and then more words about something totally different, like the floor needs to be swept, then another voice will respond back with 'yes, it's very dirty', and more quiet or silence, then again 'the people down the street…fucking idiots'."

Edward chuckled at me.

"It's good that you can make them out at all. Not very many can even hear one word in the first place. You can hear entire sentences at a time, albeit with large gaps that don't make sense. Did it ever occur to you that you're listening to multiple dimensions, or multiple spirits that roam this location in several different time periods, and that's why you're only getting snippits? That you're thoughts are filtering thousands of years of imposing from spirits into one HUMAN mind in only the present?"

That gave me something to think about. He always told me something cryptic to discover on my own, to grow to the next level of development.

"You're saying that one spirit can exist in one place in the past, but another spirit can exist in the exact same place in a different time too?" I asked curiously.

He shook his head no, with a large grin on his face.

"I don't want to overcomplicate things, love. Have you ever seen several pieces of glass layed one on top of the other?"

"Yes," I answered, confused.

"Think of each piece of glass as a year in a time line. Now imagine thousands of 1 milimeter thick pieces of class laying one on top of the other. This very first piece of glass would be the beginning of time, and the last piece is the here and now, where you stand."

I nodded my head, trying to imagine it, and failing miserably.

"If one piece of paper is slipped between two pieces of glass, that paper would exist in that time that the glass represents. A ghost of that paper's existence is seen through all pieces of glass until it reaches you, the very last pane, where you can see it if you look down towards the bottom. You can see it because the paper ITSELF exists on that one time frame, but a GHOST of it can be seen in every time frame up until where you exist. Now, if one piece of glass was painted black, so it couldn't be seen through, you wouldn't see the paper, would you?"

I shook my head no, understanding what he was saying.

"You can't see the original piece of paper because something else exists on the very SAME place in time where it exists. Multiple things can exist in the same place at the same time, but we can't see the older picture since only the most recent picture is available to our eyes."

"And you're saying it's the same way with the voices. I hear the voices that travel through those panes of glass to the point in time where I exist, where I block the sound and hear it. When I move around, I am going to another piece of glass, so I am going to 'see' another image in the glass back to where it 'originally existed', or where the sound was originally created."

"YES!" He hissed out. My breathing hitched, looking at the excitement on his face, the ferocity, and the darkness; that little feeling that tells you that what you're doing is dangerous.

I licked my lips, watching his face.

The pupils of his eyes dilated, covering the entire iris and the whites too. Covering them in eternal darkness. The epiphany excitement I saw in his eyes quickly faded to a lustful excitement, and the feeling of submission to a very powerful force that you had no hope or dream of fighting off swept through me.

He backed me up from where we stood by the rocking chair to the foot of the bed, where I stumbled and landed in the bed on my back. He continued forcing me back, without a touch, until my back was flat up against the headboard. His arms extended, trapping me in, and sat on either side of my head, his knees forcing themselves between my thighs.

I kept my eyes open, too excited to stop watching, but terrified of the intensity of his gaze, the intensity of the love screaming at me to tear my eyes away from his.

He brushed his nose from behind my ear, down the sensitive skin to my neck, hovering over my pulse point. My life-force sang to him, to that empty part of himself where he no longer existed in the physical. He continued to skim, down along my collar bone, to the valley between my breasts. The chill of his breath hovered over the excited peak of my nipple for a moment, teasing me, but surely promising that he wasn't going to stop there.

Edward froze every muscle in his body, and huffed loudly in annoyance. His head snapped back up to mine, giving me an expecting look.

He started fading right before my eyes, until the only thing left of him was the faint brush of something invisible against the skin of my torso and arms.

My bedroom door burst wide open and in stepped the two most hated people on my shit-list right now. My brother and sister, Emmett and Alice.

"You two are fucking dead." I said in a ferocious voice. They eyed one-another and shot back out of my room, Alice giggling and Emmett laughing and taunting me.