Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Stephenie Meyer does.

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Part 1: Out of the Woods

Do you ever wonder what would happen if you completely lost yourself? If you didn't remember your past, have no future, and only relied on the now. Instinct.

Would you be good? Moral? Would you be pure and chaste with angles singing choruses of Hallelujah?

Or would you be evil? Not caring who you hurt or what you did, just doing what you wanted when you wanted.. to whomever you wanted.

What if you followed your instincts? But your instincts told you that you were a murder.

My name is Edward Cullen.

Here is what I know.

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Two weeks ago, I found myself wandering through woods. I was naked and freezing. Rain poured on me, and I had no idea who or where I was. One minute- nothing- black- like I didn't exist. Then bam! I'm there. Walking, covering myself as best I could.

I didn't know my name, and I didn't know where I was. But I knew I should be modest and cover myself. I had no idea why.

I made my way winding through the forest, no idea where I was going, letting instinct drive me.

As I walked, I wondered why my feet weren't hurting. Add to that, I wondered why I felt so abnormally cold. Then I wondered if it was abnormal to feel so cold. How would I know?

I walked until I came upon a clearing with a large white house full of windows. An enormous garage sat just behind it.

I felt some sort of recognition. Like I knew this house, this place, but I had no idea why.

As I crept closer, I began getting nervous. I hoped the occupants wouldn't shoot a cold, wet, naked stranger on site. But I decided I had to bite the bullet, as it were, and take my chances.

When I got to the corner of the house, I turned on the concrete sidewalk toward the garage. It was there that I heard the first voice.

"I have no idea. I can't see him Jasper. I'm looking."

It was the sweet, song-like voice of a female. I hastily hid behind one of the many plants in the tiny beds lining the walk, and looked all around me. I saw nothing, no one. As I looked for the phantom lady, I noticed a door leading to the house. I slowly went to it, still crouched down, and jiggled the handle. To my amazement, it opened. I looked around again behind me for the woman who had spoken out but saw no one. I chalked it up to whoever lived in this house spoke really loud.

My senses were in overload as I carefully crept in through a small sun room and up three stairs to a landing. I curved through the hall, always looking over my shoulder, and stopped at the first door I saw. It was unlocked too, and I sighed with relief when I walked in and saw that I was alone.

I let my modesty wane as I scanned the room, my hands settled on my hips. It was a bedroom. The walls were light blue, not bird egg blue which I thought of as a 'womanly' color, but a light 'manly' blue. I had no idea how I knew what 'bird egg blue' was, but I figured it was some glitch I still had in my system. There was a king sized, black bed with a comforter colored white and light blue. It was homey enough.

Thankfully, I saw a closet and rushed to it. Opening the door made me jump back. Hanging on the inside of the door was a full length mirror. I finally saw myself, or I thought it was me. I reached out to touch whoever 'me' was. The reflection did the same.

I had to admit, I looked rough. Not just regularly rough. Scary movie rough. My bronze colored hair dripped messily and was plastered to my head. I ran my hands through it, making it spike up a little. My eyes were one of the biggest things that got to me. They were big and black. Black as coal. Not human eyes in the least. I wondered what that meant for me. My skin was pale-- more than pale, white. White as a corpse.

A light bulb clicked on-literally. I found a switch and stood in awe at the sheer vastness of this room. All kinds of clothes lined both sides of the walls and across the back. There were pants; sporty and classic, shirts; for play and pleasure, and shoes. Lots and lots of shoes. It all spread before me like I was at an expensive store in Paris.

I walked down what I could only describe as a hall, looking, or rather, gawking.

I had no idea what my name was, but I could recall the designer of each outfit.

Amnesia was a bitch.

I grabbed a long sleeved, blue button-up and put it on. I found some underwear and dark wash jeans. They surprisingly fit just right. I was beginning to wonder if I had inadvertently walked into my own house and my own closet, but figured the odds of that were slim to none. I might not live within a hundred mile radius from here. I had no way of knowing.

Then I heard the voice again. "I can see him. He's in here."I looked around quickly. She sounded like she was right in the room with me. But again, nothing.

"Why is he in my closet?"I heard someone else say, a man this time. I thought I 'heard' him. His voice bounced through my head much like the girl's. I actually began questioning my sanity. I wondered if I was some sort of schizophrenic.

I heard footsteps and quickly grabbed the first weapon I could find-- the hanger my pants had previously been on. I held a firm hand on it just in case I had to poke someone's eyes out.

I smile at that now, as much as I smile anymore.

At the time, I wondered if I had a good sense of self- preservation, or if I had been violet in the life I couldn't remember.

The door opened suddenly and, to my surprise, a short, spiky, black-haired fairy fluttered to me. She called me Edward and flung herself into my arms. She wasn't scared of me, so that was a plus. She was cute, but I didn't find myself attracted to her. I assumed she might be some of my family.

At the door, the man stood with his arms crossed. He was just a tad taller than me with blond curly hair. I watched him as curiously as he watched me. "What are you doing with my clothes on?" his brow furrowed.

I had to compose myself. I didn't want these people who obviously knew me to know that I could only think of them as strangers, but inside I was full of questions. I had heard his voice, but his lips hadn't moved in the slightest.

I pondered that for a brief moment before it hit me. I could read minds! It was an exciting and scary realization. I was like this clean slate with this incredible superpower. I could hear their thoughts. Manipulate situations. I wondered if I had used it to my advantage in the past. Then I mentally kicked myself for being so stupid. Of course I had. I would have been an idiot not too.

I didn't feel like an idiot.

"What are you doing with my clothes on?" the man finally verbalized.

I heard the girl's thoughts and found that his name was Jasper. The way the girl looked at him made me think they were in love. "Me? Um... I like your clothes." I laughed.

He eyed me suspiciously. He thought I was acting strange, which I'm sure I was. Then he looked to Alice who simply shrugged. She looked over to me with concern, but I smiled. "I'm fine. Really."

"You don't feel fine." Jasper said, raising an eyebrow at me.

Feel, I thought. I stopped to assess the situation. I crooked my head to him. You have a bitch for a girlfriend. I though harshly, surveying him for any sign of emotion. Nothing, not even a flinch. I deduced that he wasn't a mind reader like me. It made me happy.

"How do I feel?" I crossed my arms, copying him.

He looked deep into my eyes, my scary black eyes, but he didn't seemed put off by them. "Confused." he said in a puzzled tone.

I laughed, hoping it would set him straight. "Maybe you're 'feelers' off. I feel fine. Just embarrassed I got caught."

"You do this often?"

"Every chance I get." I chuckled at him.

"Well stop." he ordered. I nodded, thankful that he seemed like he was going to let it slide.

"So how did it go?" he asked, changing the subject. It definitely threw me for a loop. I had no idea what he was talking about, and he knew it. "With Jane?" he clarified like I should have known. "Did you meet with her?"

I didn't know any Jane. Never heard of a Jane. I saw her face in Alice's head, apparently I could see thoughts too. She looked like a small child, but it didn't ring any bells. I could tell by Alice's thoughts that this Jane was no friend. I wondered why in the world I was meeting her, and how I was going to talk myself out of this one. Simple, I decided. The simpler the better. So I simply shrugged, "No, I didn't see her."

"Hmmm..." Jasper scratched his chin. I wished with all I had that he would stop gawking at me.

I finally decided to break this stalemate. I walked passed him and toward the bedroom door. "Where are you going?" Alice asked, following close behind me. An image came into her mind. A girl. A pretty brunette with the most warm eyes I'm sure I had ever seen. Bella? I heard her think.

I jumped a little at the sensation of some sort of liquid running down my teeth. My stomach knotted. Something in me knew the girl, and something wanted her.

Jasper cut his eyes to me. "Maybe you should feed before you go." his voice sounded worried. I read his thoughts, and I knew what he meant. He thought I should feed on maybe a deer or a stray dog. At that moment, I didn't remember what I was, but I was getting a pretty good idea.

"I will." I smiled as I left. I began whistling some tune I couldn't recall.

As I walked out of the door, I could hear them talking. "What's got into him?" Jasper asked.

"I don't know." I heard Alice reply. "Something is wrong. I can't focus on his future. It's like he has a block. I can see somethings, like the closet, but it comes in waves. Nothing definite."

I was almost out of the door when I heard her calling to me again. "Edward! Make sure you feed!"

I smiled, amused. "Don't worry!" I called back. Yeah, I knew what she meant. But I had bigger game in mind.