Full Summary - Bella buys an old Victorian house in Seattle. In the house's library she comes across a journal that belonged to Edward Cullen. What will happen as she falls for the author of the journal, will it ruin her current relationship? Will she every meet this Edward Cullen, though she thinks not. The Cullens are all still vampires and given enough time, I am seriously thinking of making Jacob a wolf. We shall see. This is AU with canon pairings, eventually. Though, Edward and Bella are both going to end up being totally OOC. Rated T for language mostly because when I get into writing sometimes the words slip out, hehe.

"Now, the floors are all very solid. I made sure there were no weak places so you should have no trouble with them. I also had someone come in and look at the foundation and basement for you. There is nothing wrong with them either. So you can start remodeling once you have the place cleaned out. I am sorry that there are rooms full of stuff but the family all died suddenly and really there was no one to clean the house out."

I had actually tuned out realtor as she talked. I was too busy going over in my head what I was planning to do with the house. The outside was perfect, just needed some paint and touch ups to return it to its former glory. I loved old Victorian homes and when this one hit the market I knew it was fate. Now it was mine and that brought a smile to my face.

I turned to the realtor and smiled at her warmly, "Thank you, I think I will go walk through the house and see what really needs work. I will call someone to come move out the furniture and what not when I am ready." I snatched the keys to the house from her and left her standing on the sidewalk in front of the house. I didn't care what she had done for me. I wanted to see what I was getting myself into.

The key slid into the lock smoothly and within seconds I was in the front hall. I smiled and almost giggled with delight as I looked around. The house smelled musty but it was not a bad smell, just one of a house that had not been lived in a while. I turned to my right and headed into the parlor. There were boxes lining the wall farthest from me, like someone had started to pack up things but then left. The dust was so thick on things that you would probably lose a hand in it. I bit my lip and just smiled, this was exactly what I wanted. I turned and headed to the other side of the front hall. To the left of the hall was a library. The walls were lined with bookcases, they even framed the windows. I moved in closer, sneezing when some of the dust tickled my nose. I looked over the spines of the books left and I knew I was going to be pleased with what I found. There were so many classic titles there and I was betting they were first editions. I did squeal a bit as I pulled Withering Heights of the shelf and flipped gently through the pages. I could smell the age coming off the pages and moved with the book toward the large desk in the room. I sat behind it, hearing the leather of the chair there crack and creek as I sat. I blew on the dust that had collected on the desk. It was like snow in the air and I sneezed repeatedly as it settled.

I looked over the library while I sat in the chair; this was probably going to be my favorite room in the whole house. I sighed softly and decided to look through the drawers of the desk. They were mostly filled with old magazines. I did find the occasional newspaper and bank ledger. I continued my search of the desk and as I was closing of the lower drawers I noticed that the wood of the drawer's bottom was not like the rest of the drawer. Was this a secret compartment? A lot of the old families had secrets they wanted kept. I was hoping I was going to find something secret and juicy in there. When I finally got the compartment open I saw a leather journal in there. It was old and the pages were yellow with age. I sneezed again as I blew the dust off it and sighed. This house was going to kill my allergies until I got it cleaned up.

Just as I was about to open the journal my cell phone went off. Who would be calling, everyone knew I was seeing the house today and I did not really want to be disturbed.

"Hello?"

"Bella, dear, where are you?"

I sighed, Jacob knew full well that I was in my new house, "Jacob, you know where I am. I told you I would call you when I got back to the apartment." I heard him sigh on the other end of the phone. I was always irritating him, which made me wonder why he was even dating me. We had both grown up in the Forks area of Washington State, though I had spent the middle part of my childhood with my mother in Arizona but the last years had been with Charlie in Forks. By my senior year I was dating Jacob and now, 5 years later I was still dating him.

"Well, I was hoping you had grown bored already. I have to head to La Push at some point tonight, I told my father I would be back. He needs some help moving a few pieces of furniture and I know he wants to see me, and really you." I frowned, I knew that they wanted to come visit more but I was happy in Seattle and I really did not want to go back. I always ran into people I went to high school with and I always felt bad. I was the only one to go to college and get a job outside of Forks. I was working in the English Department of the University of Washington. I was teaching assistant for the time being since I was working on my doctorate in classic literature. I always felt bad when my career came up in conversations when I was back in that small town.

"Jacob, I need to really get the new house in order, you know that. I also have to help Dr. Von with his Early British Literature tomorrow."

I heard him sigh again on the other end, "Well then, can I come see this new house before I drive to La Push?"

I remained quiet; I didn't want to share the house with anyone yet. I could hear him drumming his fingers on the counter in front of him. He was at my apartment, in my kitchen. Why did I suddenly feel like he was invading my space?

I shook off that feeling, "Jacob, let me enjoy my new place right now. I will bring you here when you get back. You can help me decide what I want do with the rooms." Did he growl softly, is that what I heard? I frowned and almost hung up on him, he had no right to get mad at me. I had not asked him to help me buy the house, and really I had not planned to ask him for any help at all.

"Fine, Bella. I will be back in a few days. I love you."

I sighed softly, almost too soft for him to hear, "Yeah, me too." I hung up, turning the phone off and looked at the journal now sitting n the desk in front of me. I ran my hand over the front cover. The leather was soft and had I not know it I would almost think the leather was new. I knew better though, the pages inside told an entirely different story.

I bit my lip as I opened the journal. The front page told me who the journal had belonged too, Edward Anthony Cullen. The start date on that page said March 13, 1922. I smiled softly as I trailed my fingers over the name there, Edward was such a nice name. I turned the page and there was the first entry.

March 13, 1932

Carlisle got me this journal thinking that I would want to write my own thoughts down. I am not really sure if I want to share my thoughts so openly. The rest of the world shares their thoughts with me but I am not sure I want to return the favor. I am still having trouble keeping all the thoughts out as it is and how can I really tell which are mine and which belong to someone else.

I think Carlisle and Esme are worried about me, which is nothing new. They really don't need to worry though; I can handle my gift just fine. It just takes concentration and patience. I heard Carlisle telling her that maybe he should start looking for someone for me. I really wish he would stop that. I have not been in this life that long and I am sure when the time is right I will find her. He found his love, I will find mine.

I will say, this life style is hard to live though. I hate that I had days where I wanted to rebel and go against everything Carlisle has taught me. I can just see it in his mind and I think it would kill Esme if I did do it again. If they only knew what had done, if only they knew. I am not going to get into that here though.

The entry stopped there and I closed my eyes. I was actually curious as to what Edward had done and who Carlisle and Esme were to him. I looked around the library and wondered when the Cullens had lived in the house. I had bought the house from the Masen Estate, but I wondered if the Masens and the Cullens had been here around the same time. I pondered this as I closed the journal and stood. The sun was starting to go down and I needed to head back to my apartment, classes started early the next day. I took the journal with me and locked up the house. It was mine now and I was going to be moving in soon but for now I needed to head back to a warm shower and a warm bed.

When I got to my apartment it felt so empty. Jacob had left me a small note on the counter in the kitchen, "Bella, I had planned to take you somewhere special but you decided to not come with me to La Push so you better let me make plans with you when I get back. I love you." I frowned and threw the note away. I knew what he had been planning; he was going to ask me to marry him. I was not ready for marriage and I seriously did not think I was ever going to be ready to marry Jacob. I love him, but I didn't think I was in love with him and there is a big difference.

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