Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight Cast, Stephanie Meyer does, and I still don't own 'Give me a sign' by Breaking Benjamin. Crap.

This chapter begins with Edward arriving at the Manor. Enjoy!

Bella Swan's Mental Ramblings: Never ask if your day can get any worse than it already is, because, believe me, it most definitely can.

EPOV

I was welcomed to Lunta Manor by a tiny little thing. She was 5 feet, tops. She looked like a little girl in a pink frilly dress, but the way she carried herself and the black spikey bob she was sporting told of the woman she was (the curves that pleasantly filled out her dress might have helped too). Seeming to be in constant motion, she smiled at me, dragging one from me in response. "Hi! I'm Alice and I'm the maid. Welcome to Lunta Manor, Mr. …?"

"Masen, Edward Masen and please, call me Edward," I replied, having just caught up with what she was saying. 'Man, she talks fast.'

"Well, Edward, why don't you come in? I'll show you to your room and then go let Rose, the chef, know she can get started on dinner." I nodded in agreement and walked in. Since I only had one suitcase, I carried it in myself. She led me to the master bedroom, which, sadly, was much bigger than my room in my apartment. 'Geez, who need this much room just to sleep?'

Letting me know that she would let me know when it was time to eat, she left in a blur of pink and black. I sat on the bed and pushed my suitcase underneath it.

Will had been right. I needed this vacation. Having started working vice six months ago, something had been off about me. My new position had some positive and negative effects on my life. Too bad the negative outweighed the good. Good: I was making more money. Bad: I started to have nightmares about my cases; I was only home for small intervals of time; my girlfriend of two years left me. Just thinking about Tanya made me feel angry and hurt. I lay back as I thought about the day she left.

[Flashback]

I had just got home from work. I was tired and just wanted to feel Tanya in my arms. In the case I had been working, women who were married or in a relationship were disappearing and turning up murdered. We sent an agent in undercover and almost lost her. Catching the creep had made me need Tanya like crazy. When I walked into our apartment, my heart almost stopped. There were suitcases sitting at the door and Tanya was walking out of our room with another one and her keys in hand. When she saw me standing there, she blushed at being caught, but still looked me in the face.

"Tanya, what are you doing," I said, demanding she answer me.

"I'm leaving Edward. I…I just can't do this anymore," she replied.

"What do you mean you can't 'do this' anymore?"

"I mean I can't be with you anymore. You've changed Edward, and I can't stay with you any longer. You're not the man I fell in love with anymore."

"So when were you going to tell me?" She blushed and her face told me her answer.

"After I got home, right? After you had a chance to escape? You know what, Tanya? I can't do this anymore, either!" 'Liar,' I thought to myself. "Leave, if that's what you want to do. I won't stop you." I could see that the cold tone of my voice and the blank mask that I let show on my face hurt her, but I didn't care. 'My pain's worse than hers.'

[End flashback]

After she left, all I focused on cases with a sick obsession. Nothing mattered anymore. Just work, work, work. Then, Will told me he was making me take a vacation from work. Thus, I was here.

Feeling a little grimy from the ride on the plane, I walked into the bathroom to take a shower. After undressing, I turned the water to extremely hot, just like I liked it. I got in and began to wash. Being among the hordes of people who sing in the shower, I began to sing.

"Dead star shine, Light up the sky

I'm all out of breath, my walls are closing in

Days go by, Give me a sign

Come back to the end, the shepherd of the damned

I can feel you falling away, No longer the lost

No longer the same, and I can see you starting to break

I'll keep you alive, if you show me the way

Forever and ever, the scars will remain

I'm falling apart; leave me here forever in the dark

Daylight dies, black out the sky

Does anyone care? Is anybody there?

Take this life, empty inside

I'm already dead; I'll rise to fall again."

I stopped singing so I could rinse the shampoo from my hair without getting soap in it. I stopped moving when I felt a slight cold breeze blew across my legs. Opening my eyes, I was shocked. A woman stood there, watching me shower. Wearing a cream sweater and skinny jeans that clung to her like they never wanted to let go, she stood frozen. Chocolate eyes stared into mine as a blush swept her skin. Her long hair, a curtain of brown silk, fell and hid her face as she ducked her head. "I'm sorry," she muttered, her voice low and sultry, then, she ran. Mumbling a curse under my breath, I rushed out of the shower, shoved on my jeans, and ran after her. "Hey, wait," I called, trying to run a little faster, but when running on a freezing hardwood floor, with wet feet, speeding up was an epic fail. I heard her shriek as she rushed down the stairs and I mumbled a curse under my breath. I had just reached the stairs when the power went off. A banshee scream ripped through the house.

[BPOV]

'Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man,' I chanted over and over in my head. Man did I hate the dark. I was just glad that it wasn't the bottomless-pit black, where you can't see your hand a centimeter in front of your face. That might have killed me. A sound sent me from slight panic to full-on terror. Then, dear God, something grabbed my arm. I let loose another scream and tried to swing at what had taken hold of me. I must have landed a hit somewhere good, because I heard a muttered curse. I swung again.

"Stop your ridiculous swinging, woman," the thing that had me growled at me. When I shiver ran down my spine, I remembered the man I had been so pervishly watching shower, who, after catching me and me fleeing the scene of my peeping tom crime, had chased after me. 'What if he's a serial killer,' I thought in horror. 'Then he's a hot serial killer,' inner Bella replied. I agreed, but I wasn't going to tell her that.

"Let me go," I cried as I swung at him again. Somehow he caught my hand, then, he backed me up against the wall by the foot of the stairs and forced both of my hand above my head.

"I said stop trying to hit me. I'm really not into having fists collide with my face ," he said, his voice full of annoyance.

"Yeah, well, I don't like to be grabbed by strange men, so I'm going to hit you until you release me," I replied. I looked at my hands, "Well, I was going to, but as you can see, that's not a possibility now." I had to avoid looking at the outline of his face or else I was going to try to recall it and that would bring back memories of water tumbling down a muscled chest to firm abs to…. I felt myself begin to blush and, for once, was glad for the darkness.

He chuckled. "Thank God that's not a possibility. That last one you landed hurt like crazy." I smiled. 'Good shot!' inner Bella cheered. "Now, I have a question to ask you," he started.

I rolled my eyes. "If you must."

"Oh I must," he replied, "You see this is very important information that I'm trying to figure out."

"Oh really? What information could you possible want from me?"

"Who are you and why were you watching me shower," he asked.

'Oh,' I thought,' that information.' My blush intensified.

Poor Edward. That Tanya is a bitch. How will Bella explain her little pervy moment? As always, please review!