This is set the night before Bella Cliff Dives. I have been thinking about this story a while and started to write something for it. I hope you like it!

Reveiw please!

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Chapter 1: The First Night.

I stood in the forest beneath her window. Her lace curtains blowing softly in the breeze that ran through her open window. My ears, now human were sensitive enough to hear her soft, deep breaths and her steady heartbeat. I could hear a low gruff snore that I guessed was Charlie.

I silently scaled the wall of her house, slipping into her room with a dull thud. I waited, anxious but the house remained quiet. She was curled into a ball on her bed. Her soft pale flesh bleached a perfect white by the moonlight streaming in through the windows. Her hair was twisted about her face, blowing lightly in the breeze. She stirred and moaned softly as a cold draft passed over her body, hugging herself tighter.

For one fleeting moment I imagined myself walking towards her and wrapping my boiling arms around her, her body turned towards me as she enjoyed the warmth of my body against her skin. I didn't. I just picked up the blanket on the old rocking chair in the corner of the room and draped it over her sleeping form.

She seemed to relax more, her body spread out. I sat in the rocking chair and watched her as she slept. Her chest moved slightly with each breath. Her dark eyes remained closed, her face oddly peaceful. This was the least restless she had been in months.

I remember back to the nights were I would sit outside her house, protecting her from invisible threats. Dangers he had left her with. I could hear her heart beat erratically; her screams would penetrate through the walls of her house. Those screams pierced my heart; it was hard to not storm into her house and wrap her in my arms. Holding her together the way she did whenever she remembered him.

I had to live with the months of her pain cutting her so deep she had to hold herself together to keep from breaking. I think she thought she could hide it, I could see everything. I had suffered with her, powerless to help her as she wouldn't let him go. Here I sat, still so powerless. I liked to think I had helped her in these long months, made her more herself. Every day she spent with me she looked a little more human and tonight she seemed to sleep free of nightmares. I liked to think I had held a part in her recovery.

She began to mumble quietly in her sleep. This I was used too, I could hear everything in the house from my usual post in the trees near her house. This was the first night I had come into her room. This was the first night she hadn't woken up screaming. I think I needed to be here to witness her slow recovery, even if she didn't know I was here. I would support her.

"Edward" her whispery voice said his name with such care. Care that bloodsucker defiantly didn't deserve it was so frustrating that he still had this hold over her. I stared at her face, so soft and strikingly fragile. How could anyone hurt her? I couldn't imagine anyone wanting to hurt her, she was just so loveable.

She sighed softly and mumbled his name once more, turning her face into her pillow. In sleep was the only time I heard her speak his name. The very mention of his name when she was awake was enough to open her wounds. I was always careful to not mention him when she was around.

I sat here a little while longer, enjoying the peace I felt whenever I was close to her. It was as if my soul was restless without her beside me. It was strange; no one had ever had this effect on me. This need to be with her, to protect her, to make her smile. She was everything to me, but she had no idea. Too wrapped up in the personal hell he had left her in. Well I had time, eons of it I though sourly. I could wait, I would wait. Because I knew, I knew in my heart that I would wait forever for this girl.

The sun began to rise over the horizon; I knew Charlie would be up soon, he always left for work early. I needed some sleep as well, before Sam called me for patrol. I stood up slowly, in no hurry to leave. I walked towards the window and silently leaped from it, landing on the balls of my feet and escaping into the forest.

I melted into the shrubbery that was so familiar to me. I phased quickly, barely having to think about it anymore.

Ah, you're spying on her again?

Paul's voice invaded my mind, I tried to ignore him as I ran towards La Push.

What are you doing out here?

My tone was slightly harsher then I meant it to be. I wasn't spying on Bella.

Dude, you watch her when she's sleeping. That's spying on her.

He answered, his mind coloured with an irritating smugness.

Shut up Paul, why are you on patrol?

I felt his thoughts change and his mind focused on Sam's face.

He said he didn't want the red-head near here, he has a feeling she will be around soon. She is very persistent.

I agreed with Sam on this point. You could never be too careful when it came to Bella's safety.

You better go and sleep he is going to spring the rest of the pack at 9. That gives you about what 4 hours sleep? You need to take it easy, she will be fine. You shouldn't exhaust yourself with all the extra patrols.

His thoughts were kinder now, I was almost at home. As I turned the final corner into the trees that were present in my back yard I thought.

Thank you Paul.

With that I felt the heat from inside me pull outwards and I focused on being human again. It took all of two seconds before I was walking towards my house on two legs instead of four. Billy had left the back door open, smart guy. I really didn't have the energy to break into my own house. I walked silently through the dark house to my room where I crashed straight onto my bed and felt myself slip away into unconsciousness.