Summary of last chapter…

50 years ago in Italy…

"NOO!" the scream of pure terror tore at the silence that hung in the room like a thick curtain, enveloping the spectators into a trance. Aderes lay sprawled out on the floor, attempting to escape; she was face down, clawing at the ground trying to escape. She could not let them find out; she could not let them know! She was a sworn protector since birth, which was how she got her name.

Aro inhaled softly, barely audible, but yet still heard, the worst is expected. "FOOL!" he screamed, punching the girl down, she was using her small shield against him; he could not hear all of her thoughts, only but half of what he needed. But what he had heard was half of it, for the first time in centuries, he was worried. She had never been wrong. He let out his frustration on her, his guards dragging her away to lock her up; she could always give the last bit later. She was the only living creature that still knew it.

"What is it Aro?" Marcus asked quietly, his eyes piercing, his mouth poised bitterly. "It is as we expected…" Aro scowled, and the crowd went silent…

"I said you frightened me Edward, not that I loved you. I am leaving. I cannot stay by you any longer." She ran into her room, packing in seconds and running into Carlisle's office. She was desperate to yell back to him, I love you Edward…you will always have my heart "Goodbye Carlisle…I love you like a father, and I will never forget all you have done for me." She said tenderly, and left, passing Edward one last time. "Goodnight, goodnight, parting is such sweet sorrow…" she heard him whisper.

Isabella ran faster then she thought possible, the trees went as blurs as her mind went over and over what just occurred. She felt her heart being torn, and one half was left at the house with Edward, she choked back a sob. She thought vampires could not cry, she touched her wet cheek, wiping away a tear, well she had been wrong….

Italy…

"It is done; the bond has been severed…" Marcus said, visibly shaken.

Three years later…

Isabella, 1921

"William?" Isabella called out quietly, as to not disturb Mae, who was currently working away furiously at her piano. "Yes Bella?" called William, "Where are you dear? I can not see you." She followed his voice back to him. "Whatever are you doing?" Isabella was flabbergasted. William was currently working on a vehicle, only it was completely destroyed, the pieces laid everywhere and he was attempting on putting it together again.

"What does it look like I am doing? I am trying to make this pile of junk faster! I mean seriously, a human could walk as fast as this thing goes!" he placed two pieces together that didn't fit, and he kicked the car in frustration, leaving a large dent. She walked over to him, rubbing him on the shoulder soothingly.

"I am fine, just a little grumpy. I have to tell you though, I met the perfect guy for you today Bella!" William chattered on, as giddy as a child on Christmas. Isabella bit back a grimace.

"WILLIAM! I have told you time and time again! I am not interested in meeting another one of your perfect guys for me!" she put air quotes over the perfect guys for emphasis. He had tried this many times, and none of them ended up well. Just because Isabella was still single, William took it into his own hands to find her a 'perfect guy' in which matter Isabella could not care less in.

"Isabella…baby…you know that you can not dwell on him forever…" William's voice softened and he walked over to Isabella, stroking her hair tenderly, as a father would his child. "You will not ever see him again, so why not make yourself happy? It has been three years Bella…you have to get over Edward sometime." Isabella flinched at the mention of his name.

Even though she had been the one who had left him. Even though she had been the one to say goodbye first. Even though she had still loved him. Even though she thought about him daily. Even though it had been three years. She still loved him. His name still cut at her like salt in a very fresh wound. Edward.

"Why can you not just meet him? You and Adolf would be GREAT together! You are both ambitious, and he is not even a newborn, just think! In three months time, you could be the new Mrs. Hitler!" William pleaded with his eyes, knowing quite well that Isabella could never resist his pleading.

"No William. I am going to have to say no, I will just die all alone, at least I will always have my looks." She smiled lightly at the inside joke. William let out a burst of unneeded air, flustered. "I worry about you Isabella, you are like a baby sister to me, and I do not want you to be alone. It saddens me." William confessed.

"Why? Why can I not be alone without something being wrong with me? I am a lady, and perfectly fine with being a widow. I will never love again." Isabella announced firmly and left a pouting William in the garage.

Walking back into the parlor, Isabella paused to listen to Mae play the piano. Isabella just stood there, completely motionless as Mae flourished the grand piano, showing off her talent. When she finished, she left Isabella breathless.

"Wow Mae, that was beautiful, what do you call it?" Isabella asked, her voice filled with awe. "I…I really do not know…it is a lullaby…it came to me in a dream." Mae smiled brilliantly. Obviously, vampires could not sleep, but Mae was special. Some vampires were 'born' to special abilities, some could see the future, change thoughts, and Mae, well Mae could see into people's dreams. She could peek into their head and see their most wanted memories and hopes.

"Really? Who made up that song, and what did they want to do with it?" Isabella asked curiously. Mae got that strange look on her face, the one she always got when she did not want to disclose information. "Come on, tell me! You must! Do I know them?" Isabella asked, now with true curiosity.

"You know them. It is no matter…I must be off…to ask William if he finished the vehicle yet!" Mae practically flew past Isabella in an attempt to escape her questioning. Isabella decided it was not worth it to chase after her. She listened quietly to Mae and William discussing her.

"Does she still wish to get back with…well you know?" William asked Mae quietly, his voice at a whisper. "Yes," Mae sighed, "she wishes that by some way, she can find him and they can get back together." Isabella bit her lip as hard as she could, embracing the pain it brought. She ran into her room, not caring if they knew she had overheard. She sat on the floor, her back against the wall, reliving the day that she met them…

`Isabella's breath was hitched, she had been running for days straight, just for the pure sake of running away. She had to get as far away as she could from him; she had to get as far away from everything. Isabella discovered how to run on water, she felt almost like Jesus for a while, until the thrill wore off and she just felt mentally exhausted.

Being left with only her thoughts for days nearly drove her insane; and the only thing she could think about was Edward. His touch, his scent, his voice, everything about him. Edward…Edward…Edward…his voice repeated in her mind like a broken record.

Why could they not be together? What was the Volturi up to? What reason did they have to separate her from her only love? Vampires never forget. Whatever they see, hear, or do is etched forever in their minds. The harsh words she said to him were burned into her heart. Forever.

He had quoted Romeo and Juliet to her as she left him, goodnight…goodnight, parting is such sweet sorrow…she had yearned to go back to him. Her own quote of Romeo and Juliet floated in her mind. For never was a story of more woe
than this of Juliet and her Romeo…

Isabella escaped to France, staying for a few days before seeing all of the beautiful happy couples together, and she left for Australia. That was when she met them…William and Mae. She had been standing on theSydney Harbor Bridge, gazing at the stars when she heard them approaching.

"Who are you?" she had asked them, dazed. Their bright red eyes scared her; she had never seen older vampires with red eyes besides that night that Carlisle had to bite Edward. Why were their eyes not golden?

"I am William, and this is Mae, we mean you no trouble miss, it's just…you looked alone, like you needed some company." The male said, Isabella inspected him with her crystal clear vision. He was tall, a great taller then Isabella, with mussed dark black hair, his eyes a staggering scarlet. He was muscular and strong, yet thin.

Mae was a sight, she was petite, shorter then Isabella, she had short golden hair that fell just above her shoulders, painfully straight. She too, had the crimson eyes of her companion. Isabella held out her hand as a sign of welcome, but Mae discarded it, hugging the shocked Isabella.

"We are going to be great friends." Mae informed her, smiling as if nothing odd had occurred. Isabella felt a burst of warmth from the strangers, they talked for hours on the bridge, it was a beautiful night for Isabella, she got two of her best friends. She found out they were together, but not like lovers, they were brother and sister, and yet looked so different from each other.

The trio was inseparable ever since, she explained why she was there alone and how it had happened, she left out the name of the vampires that had threatened her, and it did not seem relevant to her at the time.

They had decided to invest in a house, and bought a house in America, it had pained her at first to go back, but she was on the other side of the country, surely he could never find her. Nor would he ever want to find her. She had done to good of a job of scaring him away.

Isabella realized she had been daydreaming for the past half hour; she had revisited that memory dozens of times. Each time it dulled the pain bit by bit. Isabella hoped that in time she would be able to not feel anything at all with the mention of his name.

As she sat there, contemplating just what she would do as a widow for the rest of eternity, she was yanked right out of her daze. She inhaled deeply at a scent that was coming at her at an unruly pace, they were going faster then she knew possible for a vampire. What was it? The scent was so familiar. Isabella began to shake when the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. It was Edward…Edward was finally coming for her…

Edward, 1921

"Hello you!" Rebecca purred in Edward's ear seductively, Edward forced a smile. "Hello Rebecca, what can I help you with?" Edward asked patiently, Rebecca had a crush on him, and had been making it more obvious each day, but he did not return the favor. She was just a friend to him.

"Oh you just look so…hot today!" she licked her lips, having no effect on Edward. She leaned in and kissed him fiercely, attacking his lips. He was just too shocked to push her off right away, so she took that as a cue to continue, she reached lower and lower, grabbing him in private areas, groping him.

"Rebecca!" Edward groaned in surprise into her mouth, pushing her away from him. "What Edward?" she asked, her lips puffed out. "This is not going to work Rebecca! I do not like you that way I am sorry!" he said, backing away from her, his arms up defensively.

"Why? Why Edward? Am I not good enough for you? You are never going to see that wench again, what is her name? Oh yeah, Bella, why does she matter, forget her!" Rebecca hissed out harshly. He flinched at her name. It still hurt.

"Whatever! You are hopeless, I hope I never have to see you again Edward, these three years have been a waste of my valuable time." She rolled her eyes in disgust. Walking away, she looked back at him, almost regretfully. Rebecca went back up to him, kissing him one last time. This time he did not pull away, it was understood from both that this was a goodbye kiss.

"Nothing?" she asked softly, staring into his eyes. "No…I am sorry." He whispered painfully. "Goodbye…" she nodded, and then disappeared. Edward groaned inwardly.

How come even now Isabella affected all of his thoughts and actions? How come when Rebecca had kissed him, and then molested him, did he wish that it had been Bella…well not exactly the molesting part, because well, it wasn't molestation if you wanted it. He mentally hit himself away from these thoughts.

He recalled how he had first met Rebecca, and how their friendship had formed on that fateful day Isabella had left him…

Edward was not sure how long he stood there, just staring at the empty space that had been where Isabella had been in as she left. He felt tortured, like this was a fate worse then a thousand deaths. The pain was unimaginable; he would have rather gone through the transformation pain thirty times if it meant that he would not feel this.

Heartbreak is the worst, even when your heart is technically not beating anyways. He stood there until the sun went down, that was when he revisited the garden, where they had kissed. He sat on the bench, staring across into the mirror, hating his reflection. How she had first seen her reflection there…Isa…he could not even think her name.

"Why look over here, it seems that there is a young vampire all alone." A female voice came from the shadows; he had been so immersed in his thoughts that he had not been ready for an intruder. He got into a defensive pose, ready to fight off his attacker.

"Whoa boy, calm down, I am not here for a fight, my name is Rebecca, but you can call me Becca. Why are you all alone?" she asked, her voice was soft and calming. She came out from the shadows, she was the opposite of most of the girls he had ever met, she was tall, not as tall as him though, she was strong, and built like an athlete. Rebecca looked like someone that he could trust. That was when Edward shared his story with her, she seemed very understanding, and gave him advice.

"It sounds as though you loved her. My advice is that you should try to erase all memories of her, it sounds painful now, but you do not want bad reminders later." She had helped him forget most of the painful memories, by creating new ones overtop them.

They became the best of friends, spending all their time together, Rebecca was a nomad, and Edward introduced her to Carlisle, who loved her immediately. But over time, Rebecca grew feelings for Edward, in which he did not return.

That brings us to present day…

Rebecca's harsh words still rang through his brain; you are never going to see that wench again! Edwards's hands curled into fists, he was going to change that, he knew now for sure that he could not get over Isabella, he would either love her, or no one at all. His mind raced as he decided what exactly he would do, she had loved him at one point or another, that was certain, so all he needed to do was find her, and make her remember!

He imagined taking Isabella into his arms, her crying for his forgiveness, the other image, was of her screaming at him, chucking stuff at him to make him go away. He would do everything that he could to make sure that the first scenario would become real.

Edward did not know how to track someone, but he knew how it was done, he was a pretty experience vampire by now, and he was confident that he could find her. Carlisle walked into the room, holding a book that he was reading rapidly; he felt the change in scenery at once.

"What happened son?" Carlisle asked Edward, looking around the room. "Rebecca hit on me, I told her that I did not like her that way, and she left, and now I have decided to find Is…Isabella." Edward swallowed her name down. Carlisle looked mildly surprised. Edward heard his thoughts though.

Wow…kind of surprised it took you this long to figure out to follow her…Then Carlisle remembered that Edward could read his thoughts. I am sorry son; I am just surprised is all. Good luck, here is some money for the journey.

Carlisle remembered painfully that those were the last words he said to Isabella also, he hoped that Edward would not disappear on him too. "Bring her home to us." Carlisle smiled encouragingly, and Edward was off.

Bring her home…hopefully willingly. Carlisle thought, amused, he heard Edward yell back, "Heard that!" and his voice faded into the distance.

Edward ran everywhere, desperately trying to find her, he would catch a similar scent, and then be thrown off track, and it had been a while since he had smelled her. He went from state to state, with no stopping. Finally, when he reached Washington he caught a scent, it was the most delicious scent he had smelled in three years, and he followed it all the way to Quillayute, one of the rainiest cities in America.

Once he found her, he would do what he had dreamt of doing so many times. He would play her lullaby for her, the one he had promised so long ago to write.

He had a burst of an adrenaline rush as he could smell her closer and closer, he went faster then he had ever thought possible, tearing up the ground as he went. Finally her house came into view, he grinned, his white teeth glowing. Reaching her doorstep, Edward went inside, there she was, and his breath escaped him…it was his Isabella…

Author's note: hello everyone! Ahh! They are going to be reunited! I bet you were scared for a while…just kidding. Review! Thanks everyone!

Rachel