Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or the Secret Garden! Wish i did, though. It's an amazing plot with a teenage-romantic twist!

Chapter 4

As I lay in my bed, tossing and turning from unnerving and strange new surroundings, I heard a faint sobbing and crying echo through the Castle. I was fighting to try and sleep and the ghostly crying didn't help me to sleep. I got up, throwing the blankets aside, and wandered around my room, attempting to find the location of the disturbing sounds. I stopped infront of the large tapestry hanging on my wall, and heard he faint crying more intensely than other locations around my bedroom. I pulled the tapestry to one side, examining the walls, and discovered a small doorway disguised to look like the rest of the wall. I pushed the door, but it didn't move, so I attempted to pull it. The door opened slowly as I pulled, and I entered the dark hallway, and something was warning me in my mind to stop and return back to my room, that something could harm me, and no one would be able to find me. If it was light out I could navigate the stone corridor easier, so I turned around and headed back to my room.

When I returned to my room, I still didn't want to go to bed, so I slowly crept over to my door and tried the knob. To my luck, it was unlocked. Ms. Hale must have forgotten to lock it the last time that she entered my room. I peeked my head around the corner, surveying the corridor to see if it was safe for me to wander. I saw and heard nothing, so I pattered down the cold tile until I came to a grand staircase. It started three floors below me, and raised five floors above me. Every level seemed to have a landing, just a straight stair that was elongated about a half meter for people to exit onto that floor, then began curling upwards again in a spiral. The black iron of the railings seemed to be unstable, and the wood of the steps themselves seemed polished, but ancient. I crept to the staircase and gingerly put my foot on the straight stair, testing to see if it would buckle beneath me, and grabbed the rails with an iron grasp, I've always been a klutz so I had to be careful if I didn't want to kill myself. I began the climb to the top of the staircase, wanting to see the view from the highest peak in the Castle. When I got off the stairs, I saw a dimly lit corridor with candles flickering; mounted to the walls.

I came to another corridor which intersected with the one I was travelling down, and cautiously continued down the path that I followed. I got a few steps past the intersection when I felt a warm hand grasp my upper arm, spinning me to face him. The hand seemed too big and muscular to be feminine. I saw a tall figure loom over me, making me uncomfortable with our closeness.

"What are you doing up here, young lady?" His breath surrounded me with a strange attractiveness; I involuntarily inhaled and became dizzy with the intoxication of his breath.

"I…I'm sorry. I couldn't sleep…" I stammered, I must have sounded scared with my breathlessness. He just laughed, and it didn't sound like he was laughing at me. His laugh was deep, and his voice was like velvet.

"One so young should not lack sleep. A new country will confuse the body until it adjusts, though. Try to stay around your room, for you could get easily lost." He seemed to get closer, and put his hands on my upper arms.

"I'll try. I'm Miss Swan, may I ask whom are you?" I was totally breathless; he turned enough so that the dim candle light illuminated the accents of his face. He was breathtakingly beautiful, and his jaw was chiselled, his features near flawless.

"I'm Edward Masen, young Miss Swan." His hand raised and caressed the side of my face. "May I ask what your first name is?"

"Isabella." My name rang out like music. It sounded so foreign, for some odd reason.

"Isabella…" he whispered. A chill ran up my spine as his velvet voice whispered my given name. He didn't seem to notice my slip-up.

"Can I continue to explore this area, if I promise that I will not get lost, and make my way back promptly Mr. Masen?"

"Sure, Isabella. Just try not to be up too late, Ok?" It sounded weird that he said my first name, and I use his last name. I didn't want him to leave, but it would be wrong of me to ask anything of him. I wondered who he was, and why he was wandering the attic corridor like me. It didn't really matter, but he was quite attractive and young, he must have been in his early twenties, and his serious facial features were softened by his velvet voice and warm personality. Maybe life could get better for me here, but I'd have to try to make a difference in my life. If I started with my clothes, maybe I'd be regarded higher and more proper. I'd ask Ms. Hale about that the next time she saw me.

I continued walking down the corridor, examining the tapestries that caught my eye under the dim candlelight on the way. When it seemed that I had travelled for an eternity, I saw a little staircase at the end of the hall that flowed into the walls and ceiling. I climbed them, not frightened this time. When I came to the top of the staircase, I saw a dark room illuminated by the moonlight. From this high up, the moonlight was brilliant and bright. I saw the entire room, and yet under a different set of eyes than that which gazes upon the daylight. Night-time is a time of threats, yet immense beauty; for the most beautiful creature seeks solace in the night, and the daylight attracts too much attention. The only option left is to bask in the glow of the little-seen in the moonlight.

I walked over to the dresser, which was clean and tidy yet held tens of beautiful trinkets. I examined the ancient jewellery box closer, and saw a picture of my mother and a beautiful lady with caramel colour for her hair. They looked like twins, minus the difference in hair color. I never knew that my mother had a sister, for it was apparent that they were sisters because they looked too alike.

I spied a journal roughly bound sitting on the dresser beside the jewellery box. Feeling as if I did something wrong, I opened it up and sat down on the bed and began reading the fancy handwriting.

June 23rd 1891

Today was a beautiful and wonderful day. My garden was in full bloom and my secret guest absolutely loved it. He said that all of the colors that the blossoms proudly displayed was alluring, but not near as beautiful as me. Chuckle, he's such a charmer and I'm afraid that I have fallen for him. Tomorrow he's offered to spend the day in my garden and have an outdoor lunch, just the two of us. How scandalous! If mother were to find out!! Or dear Renee!! I'd never live it down. I have to go now, I hear Renee coming down the hall, and I can't let her see this.

June 26th 1891

These past few days were lovely! He bought me sweets while we were in the town yesterday. Our garden picnic was lovely, and he proposed to me! Mother has been bothering me to find a suitable mate, and her baby Renee is already engaged; her wedding is set for the spring. Mother approves of Mr. Cullen a lot! I think that everything might work out, but I won't hold my breath; it has never been my forte to be a lucky person.

August 09th 1891

We were married yesterday! I have been so busy that I haven't had the time to actually write in so long. Carlisle is so eager to have children and start a family, it sends chills up my spine when he begins to speak about it. I love my life, and my sister doesn't seem so fortunate. She's already expecting her first child, and her new husband is furious. She was going to get married in the spring, but when mother heard about her with child, she demanded that the wedding be before she started showing, that way the baby could be blamed on the marriage.

April 02nd 1892

I am expecting any day now. Sadly, Renee's baby was lost. She miscarried and gave birth to a dead baby. She didn't name the baby, but kept its existence a secret from everybody. I'm going to name my baby Jasper, after my grandfather, and I'm going to have another baby boy and name it Emmett. Any girls I have will be up to Carlisle to name, that's our agreement.

I had an older brother or sister. They never told me! The journal entries kept going up until October, and they suddenly cut off. She was expecting her second baby, so something must have went wrong with the pregnancy and birth. She sounded like such a sweet person, in contrast to my mother. No wonder the whole castle is still in mourning. I yawned involuntarily and got up off of the bed. I made my way back to my room, not meeting anybody on the way, and swept swiftly off to sleep, dreams plagued with restless visions of a lovely and light hearted caramel haired woman in the gardens and a small baby boy.

Wait! Could Jasper be Mrs. Cullen's eldest son? Why did he take another name then? Am I jumping to conclusions, and there's another Jasper hidden away from the world? I looked into the jewellery box, wondering if anything was left behind. When I opened a drawer, I saw a brass key the length of my palm and fingers. It was interwoven in branch-like patterns on the end and up to the cut patterned part. I didn't want to leave the key where it was, so I slipped it into the only place I could think of, since I didn't have any pockets on a dress or nightgown, my bra. I closed the drawer on the box and slowly made my way out of the room and down the set of stairs. I looked down the candlelit corridor cautiously, in case someone else decided to jump out at me, but secretly wishing that he would jump out at me. I know the thoughts are unbecoming of a young lady, but my mind wandered without permission. What would it feel like to have him actually love me? To have someone who liked me, for who I was, and not the money or estate that I offered? I scolded myself for such fanciful dreams, knowing how plain I was and how I wasn't even wanted by my own parents.

I continued down the corridor, down the stairs, and up to my door. I opened it quietly and entered, cautious as to not alert anyone that I was up so late at night. When I turned around, after sighing in relief for not awaking anybody, I nearly collapsed to the ground when I saw the tall and moonlit bronze haired man sitting in the chairs by the table in the far corner of my room under the open window. He didn't say a word, only came up to me and brushed my hair off from my shoulders.

"I wanted to make sure you made it back alright. Was your little escapade enlightening?" His voice whispered into my right ear, where he held his nose to my jaw-line. My heart rate was audibly humming, but I couldn't breathe from his proximity. A prominent throb was pulsing through my body, yet I stood deathly still. His hand brushed up to my shoulder, the other hand rested on my hip.

"This is a bit risky for a man of your stature." I stated simply, but not thinking.

He chuckled at me and let his soft lips brush against my jawline, I shivered. "Would you like me to take leave?"

"No." I said a bit forcefully and desperately. I closed my eyes and let his soft lips caress the side of my face, up to my ear, and down to my lip region. My hand wound itself in his hair, boldly displaying my pleasure for him.

"You are beautiful, Isabella. You have no idea." I didn't know what to say, I just turned my head a bit, accidentally brushing my lips against his. He softly moaned, and pressed his lips to mine in turn, opening them a bit. I opened my mouth, moving with his lips passionately. His mouth also opened up and his tongue slipped into my mouth. I felt weak in the knees, and he supported me with his strength as I felt myself nearly collapse. He brought me over to my bed and layed me down. I felt his lips touch mine for another instant before he left.

"I love you, Edward." The words slipped out of my mouth before I could prevent their escape. I heard the footsteps stop for a moment.

"I know it's wrong to say so, but I love you too, Isabella." I sighed contently, turning over and falling to sleep, while I heard his footsteps exit the room again and close my door.