( AN : Sorry for the delay, guys, but Breaking Dawn got in the way. If you don't understand, you're a fail. Also, it's not like I failed to update the next day, because you didn't break 25. Ok, here's the deal. This is chapter five. You break 35 reviews, and you get chapter six Monday night, instead of Tuesday night. )

Chapter Five: Truths and Lies

My mind was conscious, but I could not see. I must have passed out. I think that it was dark in the room I was in, the light didn't penetrate my eyelids. Was there even light? It could be night, I didn't know how long I was out. In fact, I didn't know where I was. I could be dead for all I know, but I didn't think I was.

Before, I felt like I was floating. Just a conscience hovering in space. But I had a body. I was a body laying on a bed – with only one arm?

I fidgeted in the bed. The sheets were very smooth, like silk. Nowhere I would be would have silk sheets. They must be some cheap satin. But even that would be weird. In a hospital, nothing more than a polyester-cotton blend would be expected.

I stretched out my arm and legs a bit. I expected for my left arm to hang off the edge. It didn't. I still rested flat upon the bed. My fingertips couldn't even find the edge. This must be a huge bed. No bed would ever be this big. Especially in a hospital. Where was I!?

My eyes shot open and I flew up into a sitting position. The sudden movement made me very dizzy and my eyes went dark. The multi-color dots started to fade, letting me see. If there was anything to see …

It was a pitch black room. I couldn't even see the shadows of the bedsheets below my hand. To my left was something shiny. A very feint and distant light played in flowing silver bands.

I went to turn on my side, propping myself up with my left arm since I didn't have a right one, but something stopped me. I didn't feel anything, but I couldn't move further past a certain point. I groaned. While I was in this bed, I might as well have the full advantage of resting in it.

As soon as I groaned I felt pressure on the mattress. Someone was sitting on the edge, a good foot or two away from me. How big was this bed? It much be a california king!

The unknown being all of a sudden patted my hair and stroked it. I had no idea who it was because their hand never made contact with my skin. I shied away from the person. I was really worried where I was now. That type of affection only came from someone who loved you. But someone who loved you wouldn't keep you in the dark, even if it was for your benefit.

If I didn't feel the evening out of the mattress, I wouldn't have know the person stood up – springs didn't make a sound. The room must have been carpeted too, for I didn't hear the person cross the room either. All I heard was a feint tap. They must have put their hand on the wall.

There was a soft click and the light turned on. It was a small light on each side of the bed. The scones that held the bulbs were wrought iron and antique looking against the golden draped wall. They set the room in a warm, yellow glow.

I could now see I was indeed in a king sized, elaborately welded, wrought iron bed. The sheets had to be silk – the bed was grand enough to suggest that.

However, the light was so feint that it only illuminated the bed and up to one foot past it. Every thing else was cast in pitch-black shadow. I still couldn't see more than an outline of the figure. It was standing, assumedly, at the light switch which was next to a door. The only way I could tell the door was there was because a strip of light was now visible below it.

To my left was a giant strip of window. The light was reflected in it so a large portion on the left side was blocked out, but on the right I could see through to a moonlit scene of a small clearing that ended in a surrounding forest. The moonlight danced playfully on a brook that cut through part of the clearing.

I knew where I was.

The dark figure now stepped forward to expose itself to the dim lighting.

"How is your arm?" Edward asked.

It was then that I realized, after looking down, that I was wrong. I did have a right arm. I couldn't feel it. I could barely move it. Attached to my inner elbow was an IV that hooked to a bad, the string that prevented me from moving before.

"Morphine," Edward explained. "It's not worth the pain, trust me/"

"How long have I been out for?" I asked, confused.

"Three days, give or take. It was much less painful for you than I'd have thought. Though I'm sure that's because of the morphine. You probably won't remember any of it."

I blanched. My heart stuttered then picked up three paces. Three days? And he was right – I didn't remember any of it. All I knew was I was hooked up to morphine to make it less painful. Otherwise I had no idea what happened before I regained consciousness in Edward's room. I felt almost violated. Had I agreed to it? Had I begged for it? Was I ready yet? I knew it was everything I wanted but I had so much going on in my life – so much to sort out. Or did I? I couldn't remember.

At the sight of my face losing all color and after picking up my faltered heartbeat, Edward concluded I knew. He looked horrified. His mouth hung open and his eyes were wide. Perhaps he'd thought that I would have been excited.

"No!" he gasped.

"I'm sorry, Edward, it just came as a shock! I mean I guess I expected fair warning, when it was going to happen – though you probably did tell me, I just don't remember."

"No, no, no, no, no!" Edward raged as he began to pace back and forth.

"Don't be so mad at yourself, it's really not your fault."

"Not my fault?! Bella, of course it is! I mean you're right – I should have told you. But, oh Bella, I thought I hinted at it enough. I thought you'd have figured it out and never have let me do it!"

I was confused. "Never let you do it? Edward, it was everything I wanted. It brought so many opportunities!"

"No!" he raged on, continuously pacing and waving his arms in the air as he spoke. "Of course I knew it would hurt you – it hurts everybody. I tried so hard to warn you, being selfish, really. When I left, I never actually believed you'd move on.

"But I was wrong. You said it yourself, 'It brought so many opportunities.' Even though it's exactly what I needed to do, it hurt me. The pain was insufferable."

"What are you talking about?" I said, utterly confused.

"When I left, Bella! When I left you stopped loving me!"

"What does you leaving have to do with any of it? Besides, you're wrong, Edward. I never stopped loving you. I plan on spending this new eternity with you, only if you want me."

"Me leaving has everything to do-" he began. Then he looked even more struck than before. "'This new eternity'?" He stopped in his pacing and glared as if he didn't believe what he heard.

"Well, the last time I heard, vampires exist for an eternity. Unless I've been misinformed …"

"Vampires?" He was clearly thrown off track. He had no idea what I was talking about. My heart continued to beat erratically.

Comprehension dawned – oops. Maybe we were just talking about him leaving. Too late.

With his vampire speed he rushed onto the bed to kneel over me and he held my head between his hands. His face was no more than an inch from mine, his charcoal black eyes boring into mine as his breath washed over me, leaving me incapacitated.

"Bella, you are not a vampire. I promised you that," he declared.

"Oh." It was all I managed to get out. I felt woozy due to his lovely scent and sudden movements. His closeness also brought out a feeling of impulsiveness.

He was thinking along the same lines. He looked up and down slowly, acknowledged the sudden sexual tension between us, and kissed me. He kissed me until my head was spinning twice as much as it was before.

"I would never ever take your soul from you. I would never condemn you to that. I promise, no matter how much you beg."

Ugh. I exhaled disgusted. This took him by surprise which allowed me to manage to push him far enough off of me that he almost fell off the bed. Did I not just confess to him that it was everything I ever dreamed of?

"Bella! This is the second time I've fully confessed my love and devotion to you where your reaction was disgust! Why can't you just react the way you did the first time?!" He seemed desperate, furious that my actions were not up to his expectations.

The first time. Let's see. Perhaps because the first time he told me he loved me it was true love. He wasn't trying to convince me. He meant it, Back then, he didn't care if I loved him back or not, he just wanted to let me know. Now he almost demanded my love. Why couldn't he make sense! Like I even stopped loving him anyway.

"Bella," he exasperated in a sigh. "Would you please tell me what you're thinking?"

( Disclaimer : I do not own the Twilight Saga or any of the characters present in it. )

( AN : Sorry I kinda went description crazy. Oh and sorry, I had to cut this chapter in half, too, hence it being so short. You don't realize how long written stories become once you type them … )

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AN : I have had several complaints relative to Edward's lack of awareness of Jake being a werewolf. Many say he was overly surprised and should have smelt him. However, after being curled up in a cave for a good six months, then going crazy by thinking Bella died, then rushing off to Italy for an unwarranted reason, then returning back to said cave, I'm pretty sure that you're in a state where the smell of werewolves you met a good 50+ years ago's grandson is the LAST thing on your mind. Especially when la tua cantante is in the same room and as fragrant as ever. Give him a break, please people. (PS : Remember, this was also my first written FF.) So, if you have a problem, don't say any thing. It's a FAN FICTION. It's not perfect, no one is.