Chapter 2

And then I saw a face staring at me through the window. A face that sent chills up my spine. A face that was so beautiful it could only belong to a vampire.

A face that brought confusion to my mind. One that I thought had left along time ago.

"Bella," he said as though it was the first and the last time those words would come out of his angelic lips.

The vampire-my vampire- was watching me through the window. He had a shocked expression on his beautiful face as if he expected me to not be here, in my own house. He was perched on a tree branch, just a few feet away from me, his once shocked expression was turned to despair as he stared at me.

Why was he here? Why had Jasper come? (no I am joking please don't kill me.)

Why was Edward crouching on a tree branch, a few feet away from me? There must be something wrong maybe Alice had a vison, or maybe he had forgotten to rip the hole in my chest a little bigger. The hope that he changed his mind, or that he passably loved me, quickly turned to hatred.

I still loved Edward, and I always will, no matter what happens. But he and I were going to have a long talk before he starts asking me for anything. Not even help on his Literature homework that he clearly doesn't need.

He left me here to die, with Victoria coming after me and no protection. I didn't understand what exactly he was doing here. Maybe he forgot the keys to some other stupid shiny car he owned, and was trying to retrieve them. But I highly doubt that- he would never forget anything, he's too perfect-and he would be much quieter, and there would be no need to wake me up.

I walked the rest of the way to the window and opened it for him. As I did I softly gasped out his name. "Edward," I was too excited to see him, and that was bad. I didn't want him to know how very much I had been longing to see him. Or that he would rip another hole in my torso when he left again.

"I, I...Bella", he repeated my name again.

"It really seems like you never existed", my words were practically drenched in sarcasm. Why was I being so mean to my love? Because said a little voice in my head, that I had no idea even existed, he will leave you again, and you will turn into zombie bella, who will terrorize all the unsuspecting townsfolk.

Edward just stared at me in amazement- whether it was at my words, or my internal war with some evil hatred-filled part of my mind- I don't know. "Can we please talk? I just need...you. I need you Bella, and I don't want to exist much longer without you. I didn't want to just enter your house not knowing if I am still welcome."

"Im kinda in the middle of sleeping..." and scary nightmares, and dreams of you...

"Well, not now. I mean I am so sorry to interrupt you. Maybe later though? Sometime when your not so..." he looked me up and down, a small smile playing on his lips. "So, wearing sweat pants." I felt my cheeks suddenly start to get warmer. How did he have this effect on me?

The wind softly blew, moving a small piece of plastic across the floor. I eyed it trying to take my attention off of him, when I looked up he was gone.

I closed the window and I stumbled my way back in to bed. Although I wasn't ready to sleep. I needed the blankets for warmth against the outside air along with the shock I was going into. I had survived by making myself numb the last time he left. And then I slowly started to make my way back into a human form with the help of Jake.

Jacob wasn't exactly my love, but I definitely preferred him over the rest of the boys in town. Wharewolf or not. He had taken his time to collect the little pieces of me that were left in this small town, and now Edward shows up, and does what took Jake months to do, in seconds.

He made me feel complete, but there was a sharp memory of the hole in my chest getting ready to appear...now. I crossed my arms over my chest to hold myself together. How did I know he would come back to talk? Maybe he decided this was a bad idea after all? He didn't love me any more, he told me that when he left me in the woods.

Did he decide to just eat me? I was no longer important to him. I was a good smelling human who was just sitting here smelling better as the days went on. Maybe he had a plan...

And everything stopped. I had felt so numb for so long, and in the past 2 minutes I have felt a new emotion every 20 seconds. How did this happen? How had he done this to me? Make me feel like no one else had, and made me -Bella- me. And then, just then, I Isabella Marie Swan had an epiphany.

He could do this to me because he was Edward Cullen, my brand of heroin.