Author's Note:

I just read "Remember Me" by Sophie Kinsella and I wondered what would happen if Bella lost her memory a month before her big wedding with Edward? So, this first chapter is just to see what kind of response I would get and decide whether I should continue with this story. This starts like immediately after the end in Twilight.

"Haha…oooooo… steamy action I see?" A chuckle came from somewhere I couldn't see.

Count it on Emmett to ruin the moment.

Edward pulled his lips away from my throat and shot a scathing glare at Emmett.

"Go away Emmett," he growled.

"Temperamental too huh?" Emmett strolled onto the pavillion. His hands were in his pockets. He was biting on his lips to restraint his laughter.

I blushed instantly. Certainly the position we were in just now was not exactly suitable for the erm… public.

"Awww, my future little sis has just turned red," Emmett was practically rolling on the ground in laughter.

Edward rolled his eyes at him.

"Okay, okay," he put his hands up in a gesture of surrender, "Rosalie wants to go back now and Alice wants you back guys back pronto. I have no idea what she wants."

He smirked and strolled off. Even though I have known him for like, a few months now, his grace was disconcerting…for one his size.

"So, how's my offer?" I not so subtly hinted at the prospect of me being a vampire.

Edward made a pained face, before huffing slightly and dragging me from the pavilion. Well, as much as he could drag of course, what with the cast and all.

We headed back into the crowded gym. Everyone was dancing to the song "Hold On" by the Jonas Brothers. (JoBro fans please don't hate me!)It gave me a serious headache. I could feel a migraine coming on.

Edward glanced around, searching for Alice. He spun his head so fast it was practically a blur.

Argh. The music was driving me nuts.

"Edward, I'm just going to wait outside," I touched his shoulder gently as I spoke.

He glanced at me, nodded, and started slipping his arm around my waist to help me out.

"Never mind, I can handle it from here," I pushed his hands away. He didn't seem convinced but he let me go.

I hobbled over to the gym entrance. Not an easy task, when it involved large amounts of people gyrating to another song. This time I think it was "We Got the Party" with Hannah Montana AND Jonas Brothers. I had to shove my way through. Emmett would be pretty useful right now.

Finally, after mindnumbingly long moments, I reached the open doorway. The night sky glittered with stars and it was peaceful, quiet; a huge contrast to the activity inside.

I breathed deeply, soaking in the cool night air. It was wet and damp as usual but it invigorated me.

I took a step forward to go down the staircase, heel clad foot first. Clearly, that was something I should not have done…. It slid on the slippery staircase and I tumbled forward.

This was going to be painful.

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My head hurt. What did I do?

I think I feel down something, I don't know.

Ouch. Geez, who did that?

I felt myself get drowsy again as anesthetic flooded my veins and gratefully, I slipped back into the comfortable dreamless sleep state.

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As the anethetic slowly left my veins, I felt myself regain control of my limbs. I kept my eyes closed for the moment. I was unwilling to see the damage that I had caused myself. Nervously, I did a quick check. Nope, nothing missing. Everything was intact, no missing hand or leg so far.

I heard someone take in a quick breath beside me. It was an oddly comforting sound.

"Carlisle," someone murmured urgently. The voice was like velvet. Annoyingly, my heart started pounding, hard.

I heard the door open and footsteps approaching my bed. Must be a doctor, Carlisle, was it?

There was silence for a nanosecond. There was a scratching of a pen as the doctor scribbled down something.

"Bella," he said, "If you can hear me please open your eyes."

"Bella…" The velvet voice started again. It was strained with tension. Whoever that person was, he sounded like he was going to cry.

I cracked my eyelids open a little. The bright light blinded me and I shut them.

"It's okay Bella," the doctor said again. "Take your time."

This time I tried to ignore the stinging pain and opened my eyes to their widest.

I breathed in a ragged breath as I saw the two people standing at both sides of my bed. The man in the white suit was the doctor, Carlisle. He was more gorgeous than anyone I have ever seen. Yet, somehow the guy to my right triumphed that, his hair was a tousled bronze colour and his eyes were a liquid golden colour. His hands were clutching mine and I realised to my horror that it was extremely cold. I looked up at his face again, and I realised how pale he was.

Who was this guy?

"Bella," the doctor spoke to me. "You've just been in a car crash. How are you feeling now?"

Car crash? What car crash? I struggled to remember something. Nothing, nada, just one big black hole. I only remember falling down something. Was it stairs?

The bronze god beside me changed his expression. It was suddenly worried as his face took in mine. I could only give him a blank stare. I was pretty sure my internal organs were melting under his gaze.

My free hand clutched the sheets tightly. Drawing in a deep breath, I asked, "Who are you?"

So...what do you think? Should I continue??

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