Author's Note: Sorry it took me a while to update. This chapter was a little harder to write... I tried to incorporate a little humor in it as well. I hope you enjoy. More soon. :)

*Note: I think this story should be read while listening to "The Water" by Feist.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns 'Twilight'.

Bella's POV

My eyes slowly opened and I had to remind myself of where I was- in a strange house with anonymous people who may or may not want to kill and or rape me. Right. Before I even had a chance to consider any option of escape, surrender or where I could possibly conjure up money for a ransom, someone knocked on the door. My heart fluttered and I attempted to calm my suddenly ragged breaths. I had been waiting for a confrontation, and whether I wanted it to be or not, it was finally here.

"Come in," I replied to the knock, trying to sound brave and failing miserably. My voice sputtered and I sounded weak. The door slowly opened, and I assumed they were attempting not to frighten me. I tried to tell myself that was a good sign.

When the door was slightly ajar earlier as I was issued aspirin, or whatever the hell they gave me, I noticed a lamp on the bedside table. Now, instinctively, I turned it on before they could even think of flipping the light switch. My headache, although slightly improved from the light sleep I had, was certainly still present and the over head light would undoubtedly make it ten times worse.

"How are you feeling, Bella?" Those were the first words uttered from another human being since I woke up in this mysterious room. I had imagined over and over again that when someone finally quit playing games and addressed me, it would be terrifying; I did not, however, expect it to have the complete opposite effect. His voice made me feel safe.

I stumbled over my thoughts trying to remember his original question. Right, my well being.

"I'm fine." I replied. I sounded a little braver this time, and I was proud of it. I didn't care if I was being stubborn about my head pounding like a jackhammer, my bladder that was crying out for release or my empty stomach that was now growling loudly.

I couldn't help but to blush at the latter. I felt that if I was at all able to hide my helplessness, it was now given away, and I was at the complete mercy of my unknown host. Although it was almost silent in the room, I had to remind myself that there was no way that anyone could have possibly heard it.

As the man inched closer to me, I noticed that he was gracefully dragging a chair along with him. In the dim light, I could see that it was a beautiful antique piece that matched the bed quite well. My serial killer had an eye for interior decorating… Intriguing. This will make for an interesting story on 'Sixty Minutes'.

Then I looked at his face.

It was gentle, friendly, tender. It seemed as if he couldn't harm a soul. The way the light shone around his face illuminated his high cheekbones and structured jaw line. His eyes were concerned, and golden brown. There was no way that anyone could possibly be more beautiful than this man. He was, with no doubt, a supermodel of some sort.

My mind changed about his occupation when I looked at his ensemble- He was either a doctor, or a supermodel pretending to be a doctor. His white overcoat gave it away. Underneath was a crisp black button up shirt and slacks, and a loosened crimson tie that splashed the only color into his apparel, or really, himself. He was so pale that it seemed surreal.

I happened to notice that the door was left open, and this made me feel a little more comfortable- although, I could be in the middle of Antarctica for all I knew, and no one would hear me scream anyway.

"Would you mind if I checked a few things out? It's not that I don't trust you, I just want to make sure that you're really okay." The man said softly. Although he was alluring, I still wasn't completely sure I could trust him. Impulsively, and without further logical reason besides acting like a two year old, I pulled the covers further over my chest. I felt brainless right afterward. Like a comforter could keep someone away if they wanted to rape me. I was being a tad conceded, though. What made me think that they wanted me sexually? Maybe they're trying to sell my liver on the black market. That would make more sense. Before I brought the comforter back down, he chuckled. It infuriated me; what was funny to him? The adrenaline coursing through my veins was making my emotions spin wildly out of control.

"I'm a doctor, Bella." He said with a trace of humor still in his voice. I thought he probably caught onto my anger and was trying to keep any possible outburst from me from occurring. I looked at his medical bag next to him as I contemplated his sentence. Of course he was a doctor, I had guessed that already. What kind of a doctor is the question.

A shrink? I didn't think that I was mentally unstable, but what mentally unstable person thinks they are? In the situation that I was in, I had more than once imagined myself to be in a horror movie, and that, I'll admit, was a little crazy. Immediately my mind went to a monster flick, and I almost grinned. No vampires or werewolves here, Bella. We're dealing with a 'Saw' movie, right now. Minus the hacking equipment and chains.

Sweet Jesus, I really am mental.

Another option could be the kind of 'doctor' I imagined earlier… The kind that's going to hack me up himself and sell my organs on the black market. I shuddered inwardly.

A gynecologist? Couldn't be. That doesn't even make sense.

So probably just a real, normal, human doctor. Right? Right. I gulped. It was now or never. Letting out a slow breath, I moved the comforter back to its former position, and dropped my pretense. I could feel my pulse drop and my muscles lose tension as I relaxed. I hoped I didn't look as dreadful as I felt.

Then, suddenly, I heard someone let their breath go in the corner of the room. I immediately tensed up again, ready for whatever was coming. Why the hell was there someone else in the room, and why would they hide? What kind of freak show is this? Now I was not only terrified, but I was pissed. I sat up straight, and whispered crossly to the man in front of me. His body tensed as I spoke.

"Who is that?"

"It's alright. That's Edward. He's just observing." I wasn't sure if I wanted someone to 'observe' anything. "I promise he won't come any closer," he tried to persuade, and, not to my liking, it worked. I wanted to say no… I really, really wanted to say no, but I could not disagree with a face like that.

Stupid.

Then I got a little more courageous, and spoke without first being addressed.

"Why… why am I in a house? Shouldn't I… I don't know… be in a hospital or something?"

"Bella, I know this seems strange, and I'm going to try to explain everything very soon, but I need to examine you at least a little first. Your health is what's most important here."

He was willing to explain, that was a start. And he was worried about my health… That had to count for something. I took a deep breath and nodded in submission to his sought after examination. What other choice did I have?

His touch was very careful, like I was a porcelain doll, but his fingers were like ice. Perhaps I really was in the wintry tundra of Antarctica. It felt like he was sticking his fingers in the snow before he entered my room.

He carefully checked out the back of my head, and I winced where I felt him touch a gash. How the hell did I get that? That seems like a fall that I would remember. I thought out of the corner of my eye that I saw Edwin, or whoever he was, move slightly forward, and my heartbeat sped up. I knew for sure that he moved again for a second time, only then it was closer to the wall.

As odd as it was, I felt a little emptier when the obscure man in the corner moved further away from me.

After the doctor finished taking my temperature, pulse and other necessary tests, he pulled away slowly and rested his head on the back of his chair. He sighed deeply, and I sat up a little higher, ignoring the sure, continued thumping in my head. His fingers drummed twice on the arm of the chair, and he bit his lip before speaking.

"Everything checks out okay, Bella, except for one thing." Oh, God. I knew it. There's either something wrong with me, or he's going to try and convince me to let him take my liver.

"What… what is it?" I asked, praying that he wouldn't state anything near what I expected. He didn't look like he wanted to tell me what he was about to tell me, and that made me think I had a fatal disease.

"You've lost your memory, Bella." I sighed, partially in relief, partially in despair. I wasn't going to die, but my memory was gone.

It kind of all began to make sense… In a really bizarre way.

"Well that explains a little." Everything was silent for at least ten seconds. I wasn't sure if he was attempting to let me speak first or not, so I just ran with the opportunity.

"So what happened?" I pursed my lips while I waited for a response.

"You went skydiving and hit your head." I raised one eyebrow.

"Skydiving…? That doesn't sound right… Or like me at all. Am I missing some important piece of my life?" He almost struggled for words.

"You could say that." What was he waiting for?

"Okay, so fill me in," I pushed. I got more silence in return. I raised my eyebrows at him, and Edmund, or whoever, shifted slightly closer. "I don't understand why no one is speaking." I said, shaking my head. My voice was a little louder as I was becoming agitated.

"I just think it will be a lot to take in… That's all." The doctor replied.

"Whatever it is, I can handle it." I couldn't help being cross with him. Who did he think he was? This is my life; I deserve to know.

"I thought maybe we could call Charlie. He will most likely trigger the most memories." The importance of that name was on the tip of my tongue.

"That's… My father?" It was more of a question.

"Yes, Bella, very good. It seems there is a good chance of all of your memory coming back- that one came quite quickly." I didn't mention that it was more of a guess, but if it got him to tell me where the hell I was, I didn't care.

"Do you know where your father lives?" I thought hard at his question. The only thing that kept popping into my head was water and utensils. Utensils?

"Somewhere, wet?"

"Yes! Bella, that's terrific." I decided to give it another shot.

"Utensils…?" He laughed.

"You're right on the nose. Your father lives in a town called Forks."

"Do I live near this house?"

"Yes," he replied, quite ecstatic.

"I live far away from him, though. I know that. How could he possibly come here?" His expression wavered, and it confused me. He stole a quick glance at Edwin. He ignored my question, and changed his expression to determined.

"Bella, do you know who Renee is?" I paused.

"My mother." I was sixty percent sure. With her name brought small memories of the complete opposite of my father's town. It made me think of deserts and the sun. I remembered how I love the heat, and it made me smile a little. Everything seemed to be flowing quite well. "And she lives somewhere in the desert."

"But you don't know where you live?" I gave my best guess.

"With my mother, I think. She lives in… New Mexico or… Nevada… Oh! Arizona! She lives in Arizona! I live in Arizona!" I exclaimed, ecstatic that I was remembering.

They didn't answer. I wasn't sure if they were just tired of complimenting me on guessing correctly, or if I was wrong.

"Don't be frightened, Bella, but Edward is going to come near us to hopefully trigger a few more memories. If it doesn't work, we'll call Charlie. No need to worry him if there isn't anything wrong." Right, Edward. I was glad he said it again and I didn't get to experience the embarrassment of calling him Edwin or Edmund to his face.

Why did they keep saying they would call Charlie? Renee is obviously closer.

"How is Charlie going to get here if he's all the way in Forks?" Again, they paid no attention to my question.

"Bella, this is Edward, my son." His SON? How that man could possibly be old enough to have a son Edward's age was beyond me.

I watched the shadows intently, waiting for him to emerge. After five prolonged seconds, he began to walk toward me, slowly but surely.

He was dressed in a sleek, button down shirt and no doubt, designer pants. Unlike the doctor, there was no trace of black clothing on his body, however he was just as pale. As my eyes followed the lines and contours of his graceful stature, just as graceful as his father, I noticed his well-defined stomach and abs through his thin cotton shirt. I watched his hands move as he walked and I saw his arms flex, as he seemed to have to control himself from something. His muscles bulged through his shirt and my breath caught in my throat.
As soon as I laid my eyes on his face, my jaw dropped. His father's beauty paled in comparison to Edward's. His square jaw was clenched tight and his golden eyes were smoldering with a small ring of black around the edges. My brow furrowed as my eyes further explored the ins and outs of his beautiful face, and I was sure at that moment that I looked like a bumbling idiot, but I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I don't remember ever lusting after a man like I lusted after this one now. There was no way that he was real.

He stopped a foot away from the bed.

I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks at my thoughts, and I wanted to look down, but I couldn't peel my eyes away.

For some reason, this man, this beautiful, desirable, enviable man was important in my life- But I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried, figure out why.