Losing It

Discalimer: Neither I, nor 2416jasper4ever own Twilight, so please don't sue us!

Author Notes: Jasper4ever: Again, this story is co-written by edwardlover10 and 2416jasper4ever. Edwardlover wrote like 99/100ths of this chapter. I added a little, but not much.

Chp. 2

Here We Go Again

EPOV

"We really need to talk." She told me.

"Would you like me to tell you about your life?" I asked.

She nodded, so I began. "Well, your first day at school you met me, but I went away for awhile. When I came back, we became friends, and we kept getting closer from there. I even tricked you into going to prom." I smiled as she grimaced. Same old Bella. "Then school ended and I don't think there was one day of the summer we didn't spend together. After your eighteenth birthday party though, I had to leave you. I will explain that later, when you know more." I assured her as she opened her mouth to speak. "We got back together, after, a few events. Jacob had become your best friend while I was gone, and when I got back, let's just say him and I didn't get along very well. After graduation I proposed to you, and you accepted. Well, you can guess how Renesmee was made. But we had waited until after marriage to….you know. And we've been happily married for the past ten years." Her expression turned into a mix of disgust and anger.

"What's wrong?" I questioned, hoping I didn't say something wrong.

"First of all, how is Renesmee a teenager? And second, why the hell is Jacob with her if he's that much older than her?" she was fuming. Maybe the old Bella is starting to come through.

"I really should have explained this better. Bella, were….not…human." I spoke slowly so to not frighten her.

"Then what the hell are we?" she snapped.

"We're….vampires. And Jacob…..well…..he's a werewolf. Renesmee is half human, half vampire."

She looked at me as if I had gone insane. She must think I'm a lunatic. After a minute, she began laughing. "Vampires…..Werewolves!" she kept saying between chuckles.

"It's true. Look at yourself, for example. You look different." I told her. She shot up off the bed and I followed her to the full length mirror in the far corner of our room. I heard a faint gasp escape her lips when she saw what was facing her in the mirror.

"Th-th-that can't be me." She stuttered.

"But it is." I stood behind her. "You're a vampire now."

She turned slowly, looking me straight in the eyes. She was about to say something more, when the rest of the family barged through the door. "Edward!" Carlisle shouted from downstairs.

We flew down the stairs and into the living room. "Emmett is unconscious like Bella was." He explained.

Rosalie came through the door, dragging a very unconscious Emmett behind her by the arm. "God, he is so huge, I couldn't even carry him in my arms because his massive body blocked my view!" Rosalie griped.

"Oh stop complaining! You're giving me a headache, Blondie." Jacob pleaded.

"Shut your mouth, mutt, before I rip it off!" she threatened, throwing Emmett unceremoniously on the couch.

"Do you think he'll lose his memories like Bella did?" I asked Carlisle.

"I don't know, we'll just have to see. But we all felt that eerie presence that you felt before Bella was knocked unconscious. So, my guess would be, yes, he will probably lose his memories too."

"WHAT?" Rosalie yelled, looking wide-eyed at Carlisle.

"He'll lose his memories?" she asked in a broken whisper, her gaze averting to his face.

"I'm sorry." Carlisle apologized, even though it wasn't his fault.

EmPOV

We had all split up, and were running in different directions, searching for the scent. After a few minutes, I became aware that I was being followed. I crouched defensively and turned around. "Who's there?" I shouted.

There was no reply. I felt the person move closer to me, but I couldn't smell, nor hear them. I was hit with a wave of dizziness and I my body began to sway. I was stumbling all over the place, until I couldn't stand any longer. I fell on my side, my consciousness was slowly slipping away and was replaced by darkness.

The darkness was comforting, not nearly as confusing as all that dizziness. I lay in the darkness for what felt like hours, but could have been only minutes. When I awoke, I felt different. My eyes were beginning to open, when I felt a hand on me. I clamped my eyes tightly shut, remembering.

Everything that had just happened flew back into my mind, and I began punching and kicking the air. "GET OFF ME! GET OFF ME!" I kept screaming. I felt a hand try to touch my face, but I pushed it off. "HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP ME! A BEAR'S ATTACKING ME! HELP!" I screamed again and again.

When I didn't feel anything touching me, I cautiously opened my eyes. What stood before me was not what I expected. I had expected to see a huge bear mauling me, but instead, I saw an angel. I blurted out the first question that came to mine. "Are you an angel?"

The angel looked away from me, towards the other group of people. There were two blonde-haired males, one looked kind, while the other was scary with scars covering his exposed skin. All of the women looked like they could be angels.

There was a brunette who looked just as scared as I felt, and a kind looking woman with light brown hair. Standing a few feet away from me was a little elf thing, well, she was too beautiful to be an elf, but she was definitely tiny.

I saw a huge Indian in the corner of the room, holding a bronze haired beauty in his arms. Then I saw a bronze-haired boy who was laughing uncontrollably. I wondered idly if he was the insane one of the group. I finally averted my gaze back to the angel in front of me, who hadn't answered my question. "Emmett?" she asked softly. Softly and sadly.

Her voice called to me, I had to answer, but I didn't know what to say. How did she know my name? Where was I? Who was she? Did I die? These were all of the questions I wanted to ask, but I couldn't get my voice to speak again.

The bronze haired boy stepped forward and spoke. "She knows your name because she's your wife. You're at your home. Her name is Rosalie. And well, you did die, but not really."

I stared at him, confused as hell. "Who the hell are you?" I finally found my voice again.

He chuckled. "Who cares?" He seemed to find his own statement extremely funny.

The kind looking blonde one approached me cautiously, his hands raised. "Emmett. Your memories have been wiped. I want you to tell me everything you remember."

"I was, getting attacked by a bear, being mauled to death." I answered shyly.

Almost the entire bunch groaned. The angel in front of me was the only one who spoke though. "Great. Just great. He doesn't remember a thing!" she threw her arms in the air in frustration.

"Emmett, we're your family. I'm Carlisle, your father. Esme's your mother. Bella and Alice are your sisters. Jasper and Edward are your brothers. Renesmee is your niece. And Jacob is your, well, something." He gestured towards each one when he spoke their names.

"Wait. I'm married?" They all nodded. "Awesome!" I grinned.

"Bella lost her memories too." Daddy motioned towards the brunette called Bella.

"How'd we both manage to do that?" I asked, curious.

"We don't know yet." Carlisle answered. "But we're trying to figure it out."

"Ca-can I speak with Emmett alone please?" Bella asked timidly.

They all left the room, and went outside. I could hear everything! Whoa, how'd happened? I can see everything so clearly too. This is cool!

"Emmett." Bella spoke in a hushed tone.

"Yes, sister?" I don't know why, but I'm comfortable around all these new people. If they say I lost my memory, than I probably did. Maybe the bear did it. Hmmm, I would look into that later.

"I think they're lying to us. They told me I was a vampire! A vampire! They're all crazy!" she whispered.

I chuckled. "Vampires don't exist." She nodded. "Exactly."

"Hmm, maybe they were just kidding." I suggested.

"Edward took me in front of a mirror. I look different, but I can't possible be a vampire. You probably look different than you used to too." She tugged me towards a mirror.

Whoa, I looked good. No wonder that angel named Rosalie is my wife. I admired myself for a few moments, flexing my muscles and making faces at myself.

"Focus!" Bella waved a hand in front of my face.

"So you think they kidnapped us or something? Why would they do that?"

"I have no idea! But we have to do something! We need to figure out if they are telling the truth or not. Maybe they are our family and their playing a prank on us or something." She was going to continue talking, but I finished for her.

"Or maybe their crazy kidnappers."

"Exactly."

"What did they tell you?"

"Well, Edward said he was my husband, and that Renesmee was our daughter. He told me some made up story about us meeting. I could tell he was lying. I don't know how I knew, but I could just sense it. And then he said we were vampires. But you were here before. You were acting normal. Maybe we do belong here."

"I was here before?" I questioned.

"Yeah, I think so. They called you Emmett and you went into the forest." She replied.

"And the bear attacked me!" I exclaimed.

"Maybe."

"But what do we do?" I asked.

"We must continue to act like we believe them! Learn everything you can about these people. We can have a meeting every night and tell each other what we know. Alright?" I nodded.

"We have to stick together. We can't let them know were on to them." I ordered.

"Yes." She answered.

Just then, everyone strolled back into the room. Apparently, they didn't care about our privacy. Rosalie came up to me. "Emmett?"

"Yes Rose? May I call you Rose?" I asked and she nodded.

"Do you want to….talk?" she asked.

"Tell me everything about you! I have to get to know you if you're my wife. Obviously you already know me, so let's go take a walk. You can tell me about yourself." I offered.

"Let's go." She smiled and took my hand.

BPOV

My new ally and Rosalie walked out the door hand and hand. I turned to Edward, who was right at my side. "I want to know about you." I told him.

"No you don't." was his reply.

"I really do, I want to know everything about you if you're going to be my husband." I informed him.

"You think I don't know? I'm not playing your game. I will get your memories back Bella, I swear. Until then, you should stop what you're doing, it will only make it harder." Was that supposed to be a threat? "And by the way, I'm already you're husband," he added.

He looked at me strangely before walking upstairs, and slamming the door to our room. "What was that about?" I asked Jasper who was lounging on the couch reading.

"Who knows with him." He didn't even look up from his book.

I walked into the kitchen to see the motherly one named Esme serving food to Jacob and Resnesmee. Okay, I need information. I thought to myself.

"Hey guys." I said cheerfully, plopping down on a chair next to Renesmee. "Tell me about yourselves." I suggested.

"Well, I'm Renesmee Carlie Cullen, your and Edward's daughter. I was conceived while you were still human. Jacob imprinted on me and he's my husband now. Uh…you and I were very close before you lost your memory." She trailed off.

"What about you, Jacob?" I was eager to hear what he had to say.

"Well, I'm your best friend. I'm a super cool werewolf, but I think Edward already told you that. We were pretty close before you lost your memory too."

"What's an imprint, and why do you guys keep referring to yourselves as vampires and werewolves?" I was a bit annoyed, they weren't really giving me any useful information.

"An imprint is like love at first sight, but more. It's a werewolf thing. Oh, and you are a vampire. So is everyone else, save Nessie and I. Well, Nessie is half, but that doesn't really count."

I still couldn't believe that I was a vampire. I hadn't killed anyone. I wasn't some sadistic monster, was I? No, I wasn't. So obviously, I am not a vampire. "I'm not a vampire!" I exclaimed. I knew for a fact that I wasn't a vampire, or a mother. I would never have allowed my daughter to be nicknamed after the Loch Ness Monster.

"Okay, you keep telling yourself that, Bells." He sighed.

"Whatever. Esme, how about you?" I asked sweetly.

"I'm Carlisle's mate. I-" She was cut off by Renesmee.

"She's like the mother to everybody, except me. She's my grandmother."

"Oh." I replied, trying to hide my annoyance. I had barely anything to go on.

"Well, I think I should go talk to Alice now. She seemed upset earlier when I didn't recognize her. Maybe she can explain some things to me." I lied. I was really going to find Emmett.

Alice stopped me as I tried to go out the front door. "No Bella. I'm not letting you out of this house. At least, not until your memories are back." She explained.

"I want to talk to Emmett."

"No. Wait until he comes back. Go talk to Edward, I think he's going crazy." She whispered.

I sighed, but went upstairs anyways. "Edward?" I called out, and he was two inches away from my face. He looked hopeful. "Yes, Bella?"

"You need to believe us, Bella." He whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist, and speaking into my ear. "We don't want to hurt you and we certainly didn't kidnap you and Emmett. We love you. I love you." He placed a small kiss on my forehead.

"What are you talking about?" I faked innocence.

"I read minds, Bella." He whispered.

"Oh yeah, then what am I thinking?" I challenged.

"I can't read your mind, but I can read everyone else's." He answered. See, I knew he was lying.

"You're lying."

"Ask anybody, Bella." He replied.

"Tell me about yourself." I changed the subject.

"Why should I? You won't believe anything I say, anyways. Then you will go off and tell Emmett everything I said, and that won't be good. You need to believe me when I tell you that this is the truth. We didn't kidnap you. I'm your husband. Renesmee is your daughter. And you lost your memory." He breathed, looking deep into my eyes.

I was trapped in his gaze. But I was unwilling to take my eyes off of his anyways though. "Prove it." I demanded, instantly aware how close our faces were.

He leaned in slightly, but before our lips could touch, he slung me over his shoulder and ran. Tease. He ran faster than the human eye could ever detect. He set me down gently on the forest floor, and I now realized we were outside.

"Is that enough proof, or do you want me to start breaking things too?" he asked, sounding highly annoyed.

I shook my head, wanting to see what he meant by 'breaking things.'

He sighed, but reached up to a tree branch he was standing under. He pulled it completely off effortlessly and threw it a mile away. Next he took several rocks in his hands and closed them for a moment. When he opened them back up, all that was left was dust. He wiped his hands off and stared at me. "Is that enough proof?"

"Yes." My voice was lower than a whisper, and I have no idea how he heard me, but he did. Maybe he wasn't human, but I was.

"Good. Let's get back, I have to show you something." He offered his hand to me and I took it willingly as we ran back to the house.