Hello everyone! Thanks so much for all your kind reviews! I appreciate you reading this story! I apologize for not updating this story in such a long while…I have had many personal things happen in my life in the past few months that has kept me away from the computer….Hasn't stopped my imagination from running a mile a minute though! xD I have plenty of ideas on how this story is going to go, and I am ready to put it all down on paper…err virtal paper…

So with that I give you the next chapter in my story "Last Kiss Goodbye."

Chapter 3

Aro Volturi sat in his large leather chair, long legs leaning casually on his desk, his pricey shoes shining in the dim light of his very large office.

A beautiful woman stood in front of him, her arms crossed over her very expensive suit, her eyes flashing unhappily at her husband. She finally spoke, her heavy italian accent breaking the silence between herself and Aro.

"I know zat you veel take care of ze Cullens Aro, I have never doubted you when eet came to that. I am concerned about ze girl, and whezzer or not you should even bother vit her. She eez weak, not vorth our time…"

Aro sat forward quickly and slammed his large hand down on his desk. A large ring he wore on his right pinky finger made a loud clanging noise as it hit the fine oak. He stared at his wife, eyes blazing. Sometimes she could be so stubborn. When he finally spoke his voice was quiet, yet very intense. His accent was not as heavy as his wife's as he had spent much more time in America than she had, and had picked up much more of and american twang to his language.

"Sulpicia, you know zat I cannot STAND eet when you question vat I do. I vish you would stay out of these matters . Have I ever done anything to make you doubt my judgement. Look around you. You are surrounded by the finest things, not a single problem in ze world. Let's keep it like that shall we darling?"

Sulphicia's dark eyes flashed at him, wanting to respond to him…Yet she wasn't a stupid woman. She was comfortable indeed. Rich? Very. And well protected. She just did not want this Bella girl ruining everything that they had worked so hard to accomplish.

"Fine my love, I shall let ze matter go, you always know best."

Aro smiled, his white teeth gleaming almost glowing.

"Of course I do, darling, of course."

---Bella---

OH CRAP! What do I do with this guy!? I can't just leave him here on the sidewalk…Is he even alive?

I glanced down at his smooth face, his eyes were closed, blood was trickling slowly from a wound somewhere on his head…

Please don't let me see this guy's brain all over the place…

I gently turned him over, and to my relief there were no zombie movie-ish blood and guts all over the place. Just a small bit of blood from his head.

I looked down at his shirt, there was a small hole right under his left breast pocket. No blood though, just a hole. Oh jeez, he's been shot…I really need to get this guy some help.

Doing the only thing I could think of at the time, I put my hands under his armpits, and dragged him slowly to the front of my apartment building. He moaned slightly, but did not stir.

"God you're kind of heavy…" I spoke out loud. Suddenly his eyes fluttered open. His dark amber eyes met mine for a minute and then closed, but I could tell he was conscious.

I spoke quietly. "Umm…you umm..Sir I think you were shot, you are hurt, can you wait here while I run upstairs and call 911?"

His eyes opened quickly and he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"No police…please…"

"No police!?" I said quickly…Oh man, is this guy some kind of criminal or something?

He seemed to read my mind. "I'm not going to hurt you and I'm not some kind of murderer or anything…I just need to rest a little…I was just attacked…robbed…Don't feel like putting up with police questions and paperwork and whatnot."

Something in his eyes made me almost melt…He was literally the most gorgeous man I have ever laid eyes on, even if he was half dead being dragged across a sidewalk.

He stood up slowly and I grabbed his arm to help him to his feet. He then put one arm around my shoulder, and I felt a warmth go through my body. That feeling quickly disappeared when he almost collapsed…He really was heavier than he looked.

He and I somehow managed to make it up my stairs in one piece…Me huffing and puffing and he doing the best he could without dropping in a heap at my feet.

Once inside my apartment, I laid him on the couch, and put a towel under his head, and a blanket over him. He was no longer bleeding like I thought so the wound on his head must not be all that bad.

Georgie of course began sniffing curiously at the new stranger while wagging his tail and whining.

Hmph some guard dog…

I dragged him by his collar and locked him in my bedroom and then got a small baggie of ice and laid it carefully on the man's forehead. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully now. I gently took down the blanket, and looked at the small hole that was ripped in his shirt. Something dark blue shown underneath the gape in his clothing. Curious, I carefully unbuttoned the bottom four buttons of his shirt, and opened it.

Sitting over his very toned stomach covering his ribcage and breastbone was a bullet proof vest. No wonder he wasn't bleeding from the wound…He didn't have one because the vest had stopped it. There was a small indentation where a bullet had hit him still on the vest, but no bullet to be seen…

"Odd.." I quietly spoke as I laid his shirt back down and covered him again. What was this guy? Some sort of cop? Criminal? Basketcase?

Hmm..he certainly didn't looklike a criminal. I brushed the long reddish brown hair from the impossibly smooth, white forehead, and stared at his face for a moment.

Besides, he was pretty polite to me this morning when he helped me out…

Way way too good looking to be a criminal…Maybe a mobster or something…sexy yet slightly dangerous.

He stirred slightly and the ice pack slipped onto the floor. I picked it up and lied it gently back on his head. Everything inside me screamed to call an ambulance,the police…someone… yet something else told me that he was harmless, and I should just let the poor guy sleep and then he could leave in the morning.

He didn't seem to have any weapons on him and I pretty much thought that if he was planning on doing something to me he would have already had it done and over with…

I slowly got up and left him sleeping on my couch. Entering my bedroom, I found Georgie laying on my bed wagging his tail and panting heavily.

"Great job Georgie, I have some strange guy laying on my couch, and you want to be best friends with him…Can't you at least pretend to be a little scary every once in a while?"

George simply barked one time and proceeded to try and tear up a sock of mine that he had gotten from under my covers.

I looked at my alarm clock. 10pm. Geez, I had to be up by 5am tomorrow, had some stupid meeting I had to be at around 6am otherwise my boss would kill me.

Wait, wait…what was I thinking!? I couldn't go to work tomorrow! Not with some strange guy in my apartment… What if he robbed me blind while I was away!? Or worse…what if he murdered me in my sleep, and THEN robbed me blind? Of course there wasn't much that he would be able to get away with…A 20 inch television, DVD player, and some doggie toys… Oh and some frozen dinners…He could have those if he wanted.

My fear getting the best of me, I quickly ran to my door and opened it a peek. He still lay there on the sofa, his skin illuminated softly in the kitchen light that I had left on. His breathing was steady and quiet. He was definitely asleep.

I shut the door back quietly and turned the small lock on the doorknob. Then, just to be safe, I pushed my heavy dresser in front of the door and made sure it was right up against it.

"There…" I said as I wiped the sweat from my forehead and jumped into my bed…"Try to get through that Mr. Mobster…"

I changed out of my clothes very quickly and into some comfortable pajamas. After shoving Georgie out of the way, I jumped into bed and under my heavy down comforter. The heater in apartment sucked, so of course it was freezing in my room. At least that's what I told myself as I shivered under the blankets. Deep down I knew why I was really shivering…and he was lying on my couch in the living room.

---Edward---

I am walking between two large buildings….Looking up I see that the roofs seem to disappear into the clouds of the light blue sky...Strange…these buildings do not seem to have any windows…

I speak out loud…

"Where am I? Is anyone there?"

My voice echoes off the walls…the sound reverberates in my ears and then vanishes suddenly…I need to find a way out of this place…The red brick walls of the windowless buildings seem to close in on me, causing claustrophobia to set in. I start to run….

The buildings seem to stretch on forever…redness closes around me on both sides….Gasping for air, I finally come to the end of the buildings, and realize that I am standing on a cliff, overlooking a large crystal blue lake.

"What the? Where do I go now?"

Frustrated, I shout at the top of my lungs. Suddenly there is a noise behind me. I turn to see a tall man, looking at me, a wicked smile on his face. His beady eyes looking me square in the face.

Fear grips me for some reason…It is not a feeling I am used to…I take a step forward.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

The man simply continues to smile, his very white teeth gleaming in the sunlight. His skin seems to glow slightly red, probably from the red of the buildings…It gives him a devilish look.

"Look buddy, I don't know who you are or what you are doing here....but…"

Suddenly the man stops grinning and his features contort into a terrible grimace.

"I veel find you Edward. I promise this. You will die." His voice sends chills down my spine.

"Why do you want to kill me? What have I done to you?" I ask, my voice quavering slightly.

The strange man starts to laugh..quietly at first, and then more loudly, almost violently. I cannot stand the sound of this man's laughter, it is evil, I have to get away from it.

Turning I run toward the edge of the cliff, the man's laughter still echoing off the walls. Desperate, I look down at the long drop to the blue lake below. I only have one choice if I want to escape from the maddening laughter.

Taking a deep breath, I jump….Halfway down I start to scream as the water rushes up toward me at a deafening speed…

"Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggghh!!!!"

I sat up suddenly, the horrible dream I had just experienced waking me violently…

I felt a sharp jolt of pain in my head,and my hand shot up to my forehead and felt a bandage tightly wrapped around it. Oh god I felt like my head was about to explode…

I looked around the dim room, the sunlight just starting to pour into a large window in front of me. I was lying on a small blue couch…I felt a tightness over my chest. I slowly lifted my arm and felt across it, wondering what was causing the strange feeling. It was a vest...Why did I have this on? Somehow I knew to reach around behind me and undo the Velcro that held the vest on. It slipped off my chest and I felt a rush of blood to the area as the tight grip was released.

My memory was completely fogged over as to how I ended up in this small apartment living room with this bandage on my head, and this vest on my torso. I felt a small twinge of pain on the left side of my chest. I unbuttoned my shirt and felt a small nickel size lump. Looking down I noticed a small welt in the area. Putting two and two together as much as I could, I figured I must have gotten shot somehow, and this vest was a bullet-proof vest. It had obviously saved my life as the welt was exactly where I felt my heart pounding in my chest.

My confusion at my situation was suddenly heightened. I heard an alarm sound behind a closed door to the left of me, and then heard a loud barking and scrambling before a girl's voice sounded loudly in the closed off room.

"OH CRAP!"

My eyebrow shot up suddenly as I heard a loud thud, and then scraping on the floor directly behind the door. After a few moments silence the door burst open and out came, what appeared to be a crazy banshee. Her brown hair was flying everywhere, she was frantically calling on a cell phone, while trying to slip one high heeled shoe onto her foot…the other shoe must still be in her banshee cave behind her.

She didn't seem to notice that I was sitting on her couch, staring at her with my mouth hanging open. I heard a loud barking from behind her and then a huge yellow cannonball zoomed from between her legs, knocking her to the floor. The cell phone slid across the wood flooring of her living room and landed right in front of me.

"GAH GEORGIE!" She yelled as she got up. I picked up the phone and held it up to the wild girl who was getting up off the floor. This Georgie creature had jumped up on the foot of the couch and sat on my legs panting heavily.

She looked up suddenly as if just noticing I had been sitting here the whole time....Surely this girl knew that for some reason I was sleeping in her living room.

"Oh jeez, I completely forgot...." Suddenly a very loud and very unhappy voice sounded through the phone, yelling inaudible words.

The girl brushed her dark hair out of her face, and grabbed the phone from my hand.

"I am so sorry I am late , I am getting ready as we speak, please don't..." She stopped speaking and the loud voice sounded over the phone again. Apparently the girl's pleading did not have any effect on the boisterous voice.

"I understand, I know there was an important meeting today, I just sort of...slept in..."

Even louder yelling on the phone. The girl had to practically hold it at arms length so she didn't blow her ear drums out. Then, as quickly as the screaming started, it ended with two very distinctive words.

"YOU'RE FIRED!"

The girl's brown eyes grew very large, and she put the phone back up to her ear. "Are you there? OH no..." The girl tried to call back two more times, but got no answer. Finally she put the phone down, and with a look of complete sadness, she sat in the chair across from me.

The entire time this was going on I did not quite know what to do, or how exactly I found myself in this situation. I had no memory of what happened to me yesterday, or the day before yesterday...or the past few years even...everything was a huge blur.

Finally after a few minutes the girl looked up at me and spoke. "Umm...How are you feeling? I'm really sorry you had to hear all that...My boss...she's uhh..a little highstrung."

"I can see that...umm...Miss...I am sorry, it sounds like you lost your job? I certainly hope that it was not because of me..."

She sat up straight in the chair she was slouched in, and smiled slightly. "No it wasn't your fault, it was completely mine...my alarm did not go off, stupid me forgot to set it last night...Speaking of last night, are you feeling ok? You had a pretty bad bump on your head, and I pretty much thought you were dead when I found you..."

I looked at her, puzzled as to what she was talking about. Found me? Dead? Well, this situation was more serious that I first thought.

"This may sound a little odd to you...Umm..May I ask what your name is?"

"It's Isabella, but everyone calls me Bella."

When she said her name it rang a small bell...it sounded so familiar...I just could not put my finger on it...
"Bella, ok...Well Bella I think that I may have completely lost my memory...I honestly have no idea what I am doing here, or what happened to me last night. And I certainly do not recall being almost dead, as you put it...Would it be possible for you to refresh me?"

Bella stood up and stared at me, her dark eyes flashing in the morning light of the sun...I had to say that once she calmed down and straightened herself out, she was an attractive girl.

"Wait, wait..Are you serious? You don't remember ANYTHING?"

"I wish I wasn't serious...I honestly have no idea how I ended up here...For all I know you could be my girlfriend and we had a little spat and I ended up on the couch for the night..."

She blushed slightly and took a seat in her chair again.

"We are definitely not dating, in fact before yesterday I had only met you one other time."

She then proceeded to tell me her whole story about how she and I met each other, how I helped her into her taxi, and how she finally found me on the sidewalk, apparently shot and unconscious. She finished her story by telling me that she got me into her apartment, on her couch. And of course the story ended with her getting fired this morning...

After she had finished, she looked at me curiously and said, "Well, if you don't have any memory of who you are...how am I supposed to find out your name? You didn't tell me who you were when you helped me out the first time we met..."

I stood up slowly, I still felt dizzy...I thought that maybe I had a wallet on me that held a driver's license, or business card....something to identify me. It is certainly a strange feeling to not even know your name...

She watched me as I felt the pockets of my jeans, and the front pocket of my shirt. Nothing....I sat down, frustrated that I did not have some sort of identifying item on my person. I glanced down at the bulletproof vest that I had taken off, and noticed something shining underneath it. A watch. I picked it up and turned it over. The girl spoke up.

"That must have fallen off your wrist when I laid you on the couch last night...It's definitely not mine, I haven't had a guy in here in....err...a while..." She looked down again as I turned the expensive looking watch over in my hands. The face of it was cracked, and it was definitely not working. But the back was even more interesting than the front. It was inscribed in elegant writing, very small, but readable when you looked closely.

"Dearest Edward, look at this and think of me."

"Edward...my name is Edward..." I spoke quietly as I looked at the once beautiful trinket. The rest of the message puzzled me even further....Look at this and think of me. Was it a lover? Sister? Friend?

Frustrated I dropped the watch on the floor again and looked at Bella who was very quiet watching me ponder...

She spoke up when she noticed me looking at her. "Well, at least now I know your name...Edward...its umm nice. Nice name..." She stood up slowly and walked to her kitchen and looked at me again.

"Well, err... would you like a drink of something? You must be really thirsty after last night...I have water, grape juice, some soda..."

Just then I did notice that my throat felt parched. "I will take some water please."

She pulled a bottle of water out of her refrigerator and brought it over to me. I opened the cold bottle and let the icy liquid pour down my throat....It made my body feel a little better. My mind, on the other hand, was still in complete turmoil.

I knew my first name...but that was it....

What brought me to this girl's apartment? Why was I wearing a bullet proof vest? And most importantly who was this mystery person who had given me that watch, and wanted me to think about them?

What a day...

And it had just begun...

---End Chapter 3---

Well there it is folks...Please tell me what you thought about it...

Just a note...

I have gotten feedback that Edward and Bella are very OOC in this story...Well, I intentionally wanted it this way. I think that having these two complex characters thrown into a situation that you would not normally picture them in would be something new and different for everyone to read...So I hope that you can look over the fact that Edward may not be that vampirish, smooth, cool character you see in the Twilight series, and Bella isn't the bookish klutz....Hopefully I can still keep most of their characteristics and maybe add some new ones to these amazing characters...

Thanks.