EPOV

We all stared at the girl (AN- they don't know her name yet) in shock. Rosalie had landed face down on the floor. The punch had gone right through the girl as if she was just light, or a ghost.

"What are you?!" Rosalie shrieked as she righted herself.

"What do you mean what am I? Get out of my house now!" she screamed again at Rose.

"Honey? Where are your parents?" it was Esme who asked this. It figured. The girl couldn't be more that eighteen at the most. Esme had obviously wanted to get some information that might help us with this situation.

The girl looked confused for a moment. Then she looked down and murmured, "I don't know".

"When was the last time you saw them?"

"Well, we were having a picnic out in La Push and I went to the top of the cliffs to take some pictures of the sunset. Then I remember my dad yelling at me and I think I remember falling off of something. When I woke up I was here and my parents weren't."

"What is your name sweetheart?" Esme asked sweetly in her motherly voice.

"Bella Swan." Huh. She had the same last name as the people that we bought his house from. Charlie and Renee I believe their names were.

"Okay Bella, can you tell me what your parents names are?"

"Charlie and Renee," we all gasped. At this point it was pretty obvious that we had a ghost living in our house.

"Bella, your parents sold us this house. We bought it from them. They moved to Seattle."

"What! No! Your lying they wouldn't move to Seattle without me!"

"Bella, have you considered that when you fell off that cliff that you never came back up?" Esme asked now standing right next to her.

"What do mean never came up?" Bella asked in a small voice.

"Bella, you moved our stuff without touching it. Rose also went right through you when she tried to touch you. Have you considered that you might be a ghost?"

"A ghost! I couldn't be a ghost! I'm not dead!" she yelled.

"Bella, look," after Esme said this she reached out to touch Bella's arm. But her hand went right through her. Bella screamed. Then she disappeared.

"What the... where did she go?" Emmett asked. We searched the house; there was no sign of the ghost girl.

As we searched we all claimed rooms. I claimed the one at the end of the hallway of the third floor. It had gold carpet and lighter gold walls. The whole east wall was nothing but windows and it had the best view of the little stream in the back yard.

Being vampires we all had our stuff unpacked and put away in a matter of two hours. Alice had arranged the black leather sofas in the living room and Emmett had set up all of our electronic devices. I had put my bookshelves up and had arranged my CDs in order to date and preference. Then I set up my stereo and my black leather couch. Alice had come in and had colour coordinated my closet for me.

I loved my new room but I found it strange that it smelled of lavender and freesia. It was very pleasant and I soon found myself lying on the floor to get closer to the heavenly scent.

While everyone else was getting themselves acquainted with the new house I stayed in my room and listened to Debussy.

"You like Debussy?" said a sweet voice from behind me.

I sat up at vampire speed, startled by the interruption. I calmed when I saw that it was Bella.

"I think that the lady was right. I think that I am a ghost," she said in a very quiet voice. I saw a tear float down her cheek and I wanted to go to her and comfort her.

Wait...WHAT? I just met this girl PLUS she was DEAD. Not to say that I'm not either but she is a GHOST! I couldn't have these feelings for a spirit.

"But I want you to know that I'm not dead." She said lifting her chin up defiantly. Great, a ghost who thinks it's alive.

"Umm, Bella I kind of think that's the point of being a ghost." I tried to explain to her.

She started to walk around the room and look at all of my stuff.

"You're in my room you know," she said picking up one of my CDs.

"Are you going to kick me out?" I asked. I would like to see her try.

"No. I have been here by myself for a while now and it has gotten a little lonely. I think I will let you all stay. Can I tell you something?"

"Sure." I told her patting the space next to me on the couch. She sat down and stared at her folded hands.

"I knew I was a ghost when you got here. I was just trying to deny it. Even to myself. I don't know what happened to me. My parents came home but when I tried to talk to them they didn't hear me. And then they started to pack all of my things and when I tried to stop them they just walked right through me. I saw them sell the house and move away. I knew I couldn't follow them. I was too scared. I just know that my body is still alive somewhere out there. And what if my body dies before I can get back to it?" She was crying at his point. Deep sorrowful sobs. I didn't even know that ghosts could cry.

For some reason I couldn't explain myself I felt the need to take her in my arms and comfort her. Without thinking I reached out and pulled her onto my lap, rubbing her warm back. She was so warm and she smelled so divine. Soon her sobs subsided and she looked up at me in terror.

"What is your name?"

"Edward Cullen,"

"Edward, I can feel you. And you can feel me." I was as shocked as she was. But she was right, where everyone else went straight through her I could feel, smell, and see her in my arms.

"Edward why are you so cold?"