I don't own it. I do own the plot.

First things first. I want to thank Bab1067 for the lemon in this chapter. You rock. I also want to thank my wonderful very understanding and patient Beta NanMcCullen for all of her input on this chapter, you know you're the Masta Beta right?

Okay lovelies there are some things that I have to clear up. In the last chapter I mentioned that Edward has been trapped in the mirrors for fifty years, but the chapter before I gave Bella his Volvo, I just wanted you all to know that all the cars that the Cullens own in this story are Classics. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. No, it was an over sight on my part, and as I know many of you all write your own fics you understand that slip ups happen. Sorry, but now I have to leave it the way it is. But kudos to the people who caught it, it means that you're paying attention.

So with that said, here is chapter 4.

Chapter Four: Research

"Find me" The voice said again.

I had been walking the hallways for hours it seemed like. Over and over he called for me to find him. The need in the voice was strong, stronger then I had ever heard before. The voice seemed driven by shear will power alone, pushing me to keep walking, to keep pressing forward to my goal.

But I was scared of the destination. Every time I got there the danger would come. The breath of death beating down on me, but I pushed on. Somehow knowing that if I did find the voice he would protect me, shelter me from what ever hunted me.

"Tell me." He said. "Know me." This was new. He had said the' tell me' part but never the 'know me' part. How was I supposed to know him? He was a disembodied voice, a figment of a dream. My imagination was running away with me.

I know it sounded stupid that it was my dream of the perfect voice and not be able to give him a perfect body to go with it. But I just hadn't gotten that far yet. I guess the perfect body was beyond my mental capacity.

I turned another corner and I was at the faced the last long hallway. The door with the silver doorknob stood before me. It still awed me to see it. The end of the road. Somehow I knew that the answers to my questions lay beyond that door. I just had to get to it.

A crashing noise came from behind me. I looked and saw nothing, but I could feel something was coming. A feeling of dread came over me, like a heavy winter coat.

"Hurry." The voice called.

I turned and started running to the door. The crashing was getting louder. My legs were not cooperating with me. Many times I stumbled, and fell, but I pushed myself up as quickly as I could, determined to get to my perfect voice.

The crashing was right behind me, but I refused to look behind me. If I looked then it would all be over. If I looked I couldn't get to the voice that strengthened me to get here in the fist place.

I reach the door and grabbed the knob and shook it. "It's locked!" I cried to the voice. "Help me open it. Where's the key?" I demanded.

"Find me, and you will have it." He said. His voice was getting so far away again. It was weakening. "Tell me." And he was gone.

I leaned against the door and fell to me knees scared to see the monster that came to harm me. I felt the movement and…

I sat up screaming.

I clamped my hand over my mouth to muffle the cry that pushed its way up my throat, and threatened to shatter the window. This was getting out of hand. The dreams every night, avoiding mirrors all day, I felt that my mind would break into a million pieces if I didn't do something soon. I just didn't know what to do.

It was still dark outside, so I pushed myself up on the bed and pulled my knees to my chest wrapping my arms around my legs. I let a shaky breath out of my lungs and lowered my chin so that it rested on my knees.

Should I tell someone? What would they say about my psychosis? I really wasn't scared to get made fun of. I mean if they didn't understand then they didn't understand. If I told anyone it would be for my benefit only, not for anyone else. Maybe I would tell Alice and Rose when they came on Saturday.

It had been two days since that night in the hallway outside the study. The next morning I woke to find my father's girlfriend gone and orders from Dr. Cullen to stay home for the rest of the week. Apparently the good doctor thought that a combination of my mother's death and bad eating habits was to blame for my swan dive into the dining room table, so everyday he came and looked me over telling me rest was the best option.

Charlie didn't want me to meet Tanya until I was well. I could tell that maybe the prospect of all that had happened to me in the last month was really worrying him. Charlie didn't want to overload me with new faces and experiences to soon. For him a potentially new mother figure was not in the best interest for me, and I was grateful.

Not that I wouldn't give Tanya a fair chance, I mean I give everyone a fair chance, but I really couldn't imagine my father all doe eyed over some women. Just thinking about it creeped me out. He deserved to be happy, but I would prefer to be eased into it myself.

Alice came over every afternoon to bring me my school work and keep me company. She was always glad to see me, it was refreshing. She was so genuine with her feelings. If she didn't like something she said so, but mostly life was wonderful to her.

I remember the first day that she came over. She walked in my room without knocking and set my book down on my desk next to my computer, then proceeded to my closet.

"Bella, it's time to update your closet." She said while systematically throwing things out.

"Hello to you too, Alice," I said smiling broadly. I was happy to see her. I couldn't remember a time when I had someone my own age in my room with me and it was a nice change.

"Bella, are you sure you're going to be up to us hanging out this weekend?" she asked while looking at two shirts with disgust.

"Yes Alice, I'm looking forward to it." That was the truth. I didn't know why but Alice was a breath of fresh air. I couldn't wait for the next time that I saw her and whenever I did I never stopped smiling. I could honestly say that she was quickly becoming my best friend.

We talked for hours about everything. Talking to Alice, I was able to speak for the first time about my mother without the pain and anguish that followed in its wake. She sat and laughed with me when I talked about all the crazy hobbies that my mother would get me into and she held me when I cried when I told her about the day that my mother died. It all felt so natural, like we had known each other for years.

Now, I sat in the dark still shaking from the dream in which I reached my goal but didn't have the tool in order to get the door open. A strangled sob rose up my throat. I felt like I was going insane. I felt like my mind was finally giving up from all of the pain that I held deep inside me.

The tears fell freely; I had no wish to stop them. Why was this happening? My body shook with the torrent of tears that fell and the sobs that I let come from my chest. I was scared. I was scared and I hated to have no control over my fear.

When I was a kid if I was scared of something I faced it head on. I took control over the fear and situation causing it and fought it.

This was different. How do you fight something that your mind made up? How do you fight something that only attacks when you conscience mind was asleep? There was no control to be had there. I refused to go on medication, dreams were your minds way of working things out. So what issues did I have that needed to be worked out over five years?

I didn't know how long I sat there overcome with tears but when I looked up the sun was shining and I heard my father pull down the driveway. I looked at the clock and it was after eight o'clock in the morning. Then it hit me the sun was out. It shined through my window and my pain slipped away.

The intercom in my room beeped. I threw the covers on my bed back and walked over to it. The call was coming from the kitchen. I pressed the kitchen button, "Good morning Alma." I said trying to sound happy.

"Good morning Bella dear. Listen. Dr. Cullen just called and said that he was taking his kids out to Port Angeles today so he won't be here to check you." She said.

"That's okay; I'm going into Forks today anyway." I don't know when I had made up my mind to go to town but it sounded right. So that was what I was gong to do.

"Okay dear. Why don't you come have some breakfast and I'll pack you a lunch to take with you." She sounded happy that I was getting out of the house. Hell I was happy to be getting out of the house.

"Yeah, give me thirty minutes to get ready." I told her breaking the connection. Then I went into my bathroom to take a shower. I was really dreading picking out clothes because Alice had done a number on my closet and my options were limited.

Forks town square was a buzz with people enjoying the sunlight. It was nice to see people laughing and running. Children were playing on the many jungle gyms that littered the park. Lovers were having picnics and for once the town was a happy place to be.

I walked up to the town library and through to the information desk. "Excuse me I'm looking for the hall of records." I told the middle aged woman that was looking longingly out the tall windows.

The woman turned to me and looked at me like I was an alien. I knew that look I was new to town and she didn't know me. It was just then that I noticed that she wasn't middle aged at all. With all the make-up that she wore she did look way older, but if I had to guess she wasn't that much older than me.

"And you are?" she asked raising her eyebrows looking at me like I was a disgusting pest on the floor.

I had it there. I was not going to be looked at like that from a part time librarian who looked like Mimi from the Drew Carey show. I squared my shoulders and narrowed my eyes at her. I saw her name tag and it said "Hello my name is Lauren" and decided to use my power of name.

"Lauren is it?" She nodded at me once very curtly. "Well Lauren my name is Isabella Marie Swan, you know Mayor Swan's daughter. And if I were to go to his office right now and tell him that a rude annoying bitch was working at the town library you would be looking for a new job by the end of the day." I said giving her the same curt appraisal that she had given me.

Lauren's eyes widened with every word I spoke. I normally wouldn't have used my father's power but this girl was not going to make me feel like I was not worthy of being in her presence. "Of course Ms Swan, I can help you with anything you need." You could tell that her helpful tone was forced and the smile she had plastered on her face was fake. She was going to work hard for her minimum wage today.

"Well I need all the records on the Mayor's house, including floor plans, and resident history." I told her. Really all I need was the floor plans but she had pissed me off so she was going to be hopping for hours.

"That's easy, the house was the Cullen estate before your father bought it five years ago." She said trying to get out of finding the documentation. Bitch, please.

"Lauren, I did not ask you to tell me the history and unless you are a book, I don't want to hear your voice until I have all of the documents in front of me. Are we clear?" I spat at her.

She huffed in an exaggerated way and spun on her heels to leave. "All of them, Lauren." I chided.

After four hours of Lauren going back and fourth, I finally had everything I had asked for stacked in front of me. Lauren looked worse for wear after going up and down stairs to the archives, but I didn't feel sorry for her. Hopefully she learned a lesson about customer service.

I stared with the deeds of ownership records for the house. It seemed like the best place to start, and it was right in front of me. I took off the cap of my pen and started making notes. I decided that I needed a timeline to cover the history of the house.

1850 – The house was built and purchased by a Mr. Carlisle Cullen, who moved from London, England. The house was closed up in 1865.

1919 – The house was reopened by the son of Carlisle Cullen by the name of Edward Masen Cullen, but closed up one year later in 1920.

1922 – The house was reopened by Edward and was occupied by Carlisle, Carlisle's new wife Esme, and himself. It was closed up in 1928.

1955 – The house was empty for a long while until it was opened by Edward Masen Cullen's son Carlisle Cullen and was occupied with his wife, his wife's brothers and one sister, and their cousins the Hales. The house was closed in 1960.

2003 – The sale of the house to one Charles Swan. To present.

I sat there for a few minutes looking at my notes. I thought about the conversation that I had with Alice on Monday. Hadn't she told me that she had a brother named Edward? Was Dr. Cullen's first name Carlisle? I was thinking that it was family names. A lot of old families passed names down the line. But hadn't Alice said that all the Cullen children were adopted? Maybe they changed Edward's name to pass it down the line.

I started to look at the floor plans for the house itself. I needed to find what I was looking for. The day was winding down and the clouds were rolling in. It seemed like a shame to be indoors on a gorgeous day like today. But of course the Swan mindset had me doing research in the dusty library. I was such a geek.

The original document had the house being one story. It had three rooms not including the kitchen and the dinning/living great room. Right before the house was reopened in 1955 the house was expanded to have two other stories. The two stories included six bedrooms and six adjoining bathrooms.

I thought about the house in its current state. I counted five Bedrooms and bathrooms. So the last bedroom must be on the third floor. But where was it.

I looked for the diagrams of the house. In front of me were the diagrams for the original building. It was highly yellowed, and the ink was faded but I got the gist of how it looked. The next two diagrams were of the new first floor and fresh second floor. Not much had changed from then to now. It was like I was taking a two dimensional tour of my father's house. It was neat to see the vision of what someone planned the house to look like before it was built.

When I went to get the diagram for the third floor it wasn't there. I looked through all the paperwork in front of me and couldn't find it. Thinking that maybe it fell on the floor I got down on my hands and knees to look for it.

While I was under the table I heard someone walk up beside me. "Excuse me. We don't allow crude behavior in the library." Lauren was a bitch. I also decided that she was now my mortal enemy.

"What Lauren? Are you jealous that I can get into this position and I don't need anyone behind me?" I said standing up and brushing my clothes off. "Because if you are I can recommend a good… well you wouldn't know good it hit you in between your… never mind." I said shaking my head.

Lauren stood in front of me looking like a deer in headlights. "Listen did you bring me all of the building plans for the Mayor's house?" I asked, trying for nice.

"Yeah I brought you everything that you asked for." She said looking at her nails.

"Well, can you tell me where the plans for the third floor are?" I asked.

"Third floor? The Mayor's house doesn't have a third floor."

"Well, then tell me why the construction plans have written mention of a third floor." I was getting fed up with this. Having to explain this to her was pissing me off.

"I don't know, maybe they just forgot to build it." That was the stupidest thing I had ever heard. This was bullshit. This girl was not smart enough to even walk through the doors of an elementary school let alone work at a library.

"Well how do you explain…" I stopped looking at the plans for the second floor. My mouth dropped open. How did I not see this before? While being pissed off at the bitch standing beside me, I had missed it. "Never mind, I need a copy of this." I handed her the plans and collected my things.

"Whatever." She said walking to the front desk to make my copies.

After leaving the library I didn't have time to look into my new find. It was later than I thought it was and the rain had started. I had to get home and play the good daughter.

Dinner with dad was quiet to say the least… no pun intended. Charlie was a man of little word… and actions. Hell, he did everything as little as possible. Alma had outdone herself with dinner though and it was delicious. Cooked to perfection.

After dinner I was making my way upstairs when I noticed something I hadn't noticed before. It was only 7 o'clock, but as I got to the landing of the stairs I noticed my father grabbing his coat and leaving.

He was probably going over to Tanya's house. I wondered how often he did that. Was he that into her that he couldn't spend one night without her? It was an endearing thought and a scary one too. Eww… was he going to have intercourse? I quickly put the thought out of my head and ran the rest of the way up the stairs to wash my brain out with soap. Gross!

After my shower I decided to do some of my homework. It didn't take to long, I had done most of it already so it wasn't the time killer that I had hope that it would be. I turned on my computer and check what was up with the news. "Woman get's hit in the head with Bill Murry's golf ball." Okay shutting down the computer. I sighed and grudgingly walked over to the bed.

The truth was I was dreading going to sleep. This morning was still fresh in my brain. I did not want to have a repeat performance. I got to the bed but made a beeline to the full length mirror in my room.

"Where are you?" I said to myself in the mirror. I felt anger and I felt stupid, which fueled my anger. "I'm tired of avoiding mirrors and I'm tired of crying my eyes out. I know I'm not crazy so where are you?" I screeched.

I looked at the mirror and only saw myself. When I was feeling very stupid and about to have myself committed I saw movement from behind me. A bronze haired man that was tall and beautiful.

I spun around but no one was there. Had I really seen him? I turned back to the mirror, and waited. I saw it again from the other side of the room. But when I turned he was gone again. This was ridiculous, I wasn't sure if I was really seeing anything.

I remembered something that I had read. The book said that the last thing that you think about is usually the thing that you dream about. God, I was willing to try anything. I made my way over to the bed, and crawled underneath the covers. I reach over and turned out the bedside light and was submerged in darkness.

I was laying in my bed thinking about everything that seemed to be changing since I moved back into this house. Thoughts were flooding my overtired brain. The Cullen's old house, the mysterious third floor, and the bronzed hair boy I kept getting glimpses of in these wretched mirrors. I felt myself floating away, nodding into another dream.

This dream was different than any of the other I had had before. Always, there was a sense of panic, of urgency about the dreams. I knew that if I didn't get where I was going, I was in grave peril. Someone, or something, wanted me gone. Or dead. But now I only had a feeling of peace. Then I felt my skin start humming. I knew he was near.

I heard my angel's voice, "Save me and it will be all better." It felt like he was right next to me. His velvet voice wrapped around me and kept me safe. I felt something stroking my skin with the smoothest of caresses that heated and chilled me at the same time. I felt electricity running through my whole body, sending shivers down my spine, tingling to my core.

With a jerk, I was back in the same hallway. The hallway that led to the doorknob with the diamond encrusted handle and the emerald stone. I could smell a spring meadow and I felt someone standing extremely close behind me. I could feel his chilly breath on my neck and a coolness running down my arms and wrapping around my waist, like I was being pulled into his chest. It was such a feeling of comfort, desire, want, and longing? I wasn't afraid even though I couldn't turn around to see him.

"Who are you?"

"Tell me." He gated.

I don't understand…. His arctic touch started behind my ear and traveled down my neck. It was the most erotic thing I'd felt. My breathing became erratic and my heart was beating faster. Then I felt a soft sensual sucking on my earlobe with soft butterfly kisses that replaced the coldness extending down my neck. I moaned softly as I felt myself becoming aroused.

"Tell me" The phantom hands were softly moving up my spine, across my back and down my arms to my stomach. I gasped as I felt the current running through my body. "Find Me." I was panting as his icy fingers moved under my shirt and up my ribs. My breath hitched as they ran across my lacy bra and stroked my hard nipples.

I was gasping for air. He was seducing me and I wanted him to. I needed to see him but couldn't move. I could hear him breathing as heavy as I was and could feel his hard erection pressing firmly against my back. I needed him. No, I wanted him, more than anything I'd ever wanted.

I wanted to touch him and kiss him with all the passion and fire that was burning inside me. I wanted to run my hands through his hair, along his chest, down his arms, over his body. I wanted to feel him inside me. I heard a sharp intake of breath. Could he know what I was thinking?

His fingers were under my bra, stroking and twisting my nipples. Oh God, his touch was going to be my undoing. Please tell me how to find you, how to help you. I'll do anything for you. His fingers slowly moved down my sides, touching my waist. My heat was beating faster and we were both panting. I could feel he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

His fingers moved along the outside of my jeans to my center, stroking me. I was grinding against him and his fingers. The image of the bronze-haired boy flashed into my head. I used that vision to focus on. Oh my God, I was so close. My center was hot, wet, and throbbing. I moaned loudly now, pleading with him for my release.

Suddenly, the world around me exploded into tiny fragments of pleasure. I writhed against him, lost in the sensation, soaring on the feeling. There was too much sound. Waves and crescendos of sound were battering my hearing. My vision grayed before it burst into colorful beams of light. As my climax tapered off, I felt my body floating towards peacefulness.

I felt his presence at my ear once more and his voice whispered, "I'm sorry." Then he was gone.

I sat up in my bed, sweaty and panting. It had been a dream. Nothing more than a wet dream. I was mortified, but still oddly aroused. It had all felt so real, so earth shattering. I was stunned. I just had my first orgasm with a dream lover that I didn't know. I needed to find him, wanted to be with him.

I rolled over, determined to get a restful night's sleep when I caught sight of one of the mirrors in my room. I could swear there was the ghostly image of my bronze-haired incubus. He was smirking at me. I buried my face into my pillow and screamed. Now I knew I was going crazy. That wasn't even the last thing that I had thought about before I went to sleep. Shit!