A/N: Twilight is owned by S. Meyer

Thank you for the great reviews. I shall continue on… I'm getting vague ideas on how to continue this! I wasn't really sure what age Bella should be. I wanted her to be really young yet not so stupid at all. I hoped I pick the right age.. double digit ages sound old to me, ha.

Edward's POV

I stroked Bella's chocolate brown hair softly as she slowly drifted to sleep. After a few minutes, her breathing hasn't slowed down – neither did her heart for that matter, so I decided to hum her lullaby. I went through it three times before her heart started to beat less loudly and her breathing slowed.

I continued to sing her lullaby till I sang the last word. I looked at her beautiful, calm face as she probably drifted from dream to dream.

I waited patiently for the talking to begin. She shifted positions a couple of times –a sign that she's settling into a certain "dream". I waited, but the talking did not come today.

"How unusual," I said softly, stroking her chin, "why aren't you talking today, Isabella Marie Swan?"

She did not talk the whole duration of the night and I became a bit anxious. Was she having a nightmare? If she was, I'd probably be hearing her screams by now. No, maybe she wasn't having any dreams at all! I sighed. I was overreacting now.

Then, she smiled. My precious, beautiful angel smiled. She was definitely having a dream. I checked to see if she was awake and faking it, but she wasn't. Besides, Bella is not that good at acting as it is. The smile stayed on her face, and I was itching to get a camera and take a long-lasting picture of it.

Suddenly, a thought ran through my mind. Charlie.

Erggh. What time is it? Midnight? I guess I'll take over Nick's graveyard shift for today …

Charlie had this protective habit to look over at Bella before he leaves for work. I had to hide for the time being. I went in her closet and hid silently.

It took only a couple of minutes for Charlie to dress up and he went to Bella's room. He kneeled beside her bed and stared at her. Usually, he would just take a quick peek at her and then leave. How unusual.

"Bella," he murmured, "why do I get a bad feeling about you?" He shook his head and had a few choice thoughts about hallucination, insanity and overreaction.

He got up and went to the door, but gave another worried look to Bella. Then, his eyes flashed curiously at her closet. Oh no.

He stopped halfway in his tracks and took a quick look at his watch. "I'm gonna be late," he said and ran downstairs, quietly closing Bella's door. Once his cruiser pulled out, I sat down again on the bed beside Bella.

I held her hands and said, "If only you knew how much Charlie really loves you…"

She shifted her position once again, but this time, tears started flowing from her eyes. Now I was really worried. Why would Bella cry and not even utter one sound? Instead, she was smiling and crying.

I gently wiped the tears from her face, pausing to taste one of the tear drops. It didn't taste like anything at all – just like water with a bit of salt, but it was sweet in all sorts of ways because it was from Bella. Bella, the love of my life. Actually, she is my life. I would die and perish if she was ever to leave me. Although, if she chose to leave me, I'd never admit to her openly how hard it was going to be for me.

And, I would also never admit to her how horrible I would feel once I have to change her into a vampire. I had never imagined "killing" my own wife. It was literally. Because vampires aren't living creatures – we are probably demons sent to earth, to terrorize the human population …

I shook my head. Those weren't important thoughts now. I turned to once again look at my beautiful, sleeping angel.

And I gasped. She was disappearing. She was there, yet she appeared so translucent. It was like she was slowly vanishing. I tried to grab to her, but my hands just flew right into air – nothing. I growled. Who would do this to Bella? Why was this happening?

I had a good mind to call Carlisle and I searched my pocket for my phone. I snarled and let out a few choice profanities when I found that I'd left it in my bedroom. I looked back to Bella and she wasn't there anymore. I snarled once again as I jumped out of her window, running back to my house.

I didn't even bother trying to greet anyone, I ran up to my bedroom and grabbed my phone. Alice was looking at me worriedly and said, "What's wrong, Edward?"

They seemed to be playing this ancient game – the board was so ruined and it did look ancient. The playing pieces did not look familiar to me, and I was born in 1901.

I shook her off and ran back to Bella's house, aware of their worried but distant thoughts. I went through the window, not bothering to be quiet or stealthy when I noticed that Bella was back.

Was I going insane? Was I dreaming? No, the second choice was not possible. If I could dream, it wasn't certainly about Bella disappearing. It'd be about Bella, but very nice dreams. Not scary, alarming ones.

I sat by her on the bed and noticed something completely different. Bella was shorter. And her face, was familiar but it was definitely younger. And, she was wearing different clothes. Green, froggy boots.

If my memory was correct, she was wearing blue plaid pajamas and a black shirt when she went to bed. Now, she was wearing a pink winter jacket, a pink backpack, a brown skirt and green froggy boots. And, not to mention she looks like she's only nine years old.

Good grief, she was nine years old!

I stared at her in horror. First, she disappears, now she comes back as a… nine-year-old! Suddenly, the nine-year-old Bella moved and her eyes opened, staring back at me. I couldn't change my surprised face as quickly as I'd like to. Her face was as angelic as ever, and her surprised features mirrored mine's.

"Bella?" I said softly, not trying to scare her, "Bella, don't be scared, it's me Edward."

I prayed to any deity that would listen that she would remember me. I hid my desperation well.

When she didn't reply, I motioned for her to sit on my lap. Maybe stroking her hair or singing her lullaby will refresh a few choice memories. I wanted to hear the loud beating of her heart. But right now, her heart was beating normally, almost like it was bored.

Then, her expression changed to anger, not to me, I hoped.

"W-who are you?" she said, frowning, "what're you doing in my house? Did Renee hire you as a babysitter?"

Her words stabbed me in the chest. She did not remember me. My angel, my life had no memories of our times together. At all.

I felt my eyes widen in shock. And she referred to me as a 'babysitter'. Bella's mind must be set back as her physical body was, a nine-year-old's logic. But seeing it was Bella, I'd bet all my money she was still as perceptive as she was before.

"You don't remember me?" I asked, hiding the pain and hurt in my voice.

She shook her head and even though I already knew that, my dead heart once again plunged into the dark depths of sadness.

My phone rang and I answered it quickly, forgetting for a moment that Bella probably wasn't aware I was a vampire…

Then, it hit me. Bella smelled just like before as well. I looked at her quickly, and her delicious and tempting smell almost lured me in. Her innocent, sleepy face was another plus. My throat started to burn. But I had just hunted!

I distracted myself to see who was calling. Alice. Oh perfect. I needed to talk to her.

"Alice!" I growled, fury and anger seeping out of my words, "What happened? Tell me everything!"

Alice started to explain, but Bella had closed her eyes and almost fell down from the bed. I grabbed her and righted her down on the bed, covering her with the sheets.

Alice's voice squeaked through my phone. I had put it on speaker. Bella was always in constant danger that required my presence – my alert senses, even in her own house.

"Edward…I'm so sorry…"

I frowned as I listened to Alice's explanation…