Greetings lovely people! I know some of you are quite confused maybe about the last chapter? Well I've tried to leave the plot line around James open so you can use your own imagination on how his 'obsession' began. I might add it into a conversation or something in a later chapter, I'm not sure yet.

But I must say thanks for the reviews, a special shout out to mouse555, kagome2 a.k.a me and of course danyullafella for being so lovely. Anyway, moving on...

Disclaimer: Of course all characters belong to the lovely Stephenie Meyer and I did borrow a couple of scenes from Twilight in this chapter.


Chapter Eight: Bad Memories

(BPOV)

We were in the music room now. I had easily convinced Edward to play the piano for me, using the excuse that it will be the best way to distract me.

He was a beautiful musician, actually that was a huge understatement but the way his fingers danced over the keys was indescribable. His fingers flowed swiftly across the ivory and the room was filled with a composition so complex, so luxuriant, it was impossible to believe only one set of hands played. I felt my chin drop, my mouth open in astonishment at his brilliant talent.

Edward looked at me casually, the music still surging around us without a break, and winked. "Do you like it?"

"You wrote this?" I gasped, understanding.

He nodded. "It's Esme's favourite."

I closed my eyes, shaking my head.

"What's wrong?"

"I feel extremely insignificant."

The music slowed transforming into something softer, and to my surprise I detected the melody of a tune I sometimes hear him hum or whistle.

"You inspired this one." He said softly. The music grew unbearably sweet, I couldn't speak. "They really do like you, know you." He said conversationally.

I smiled, knowing he was talking about his family. "I'm really glad, I really like them too."

He seemed very pleased with this as the song he was still playing, my song, drifted to an end, the final chords shifting to a more melancholy key. The last note hovered poignantly in the silence.

"Thank you." I murmured. I realised there were tears in my eyes. I dabbed them embarrassed.

He touched the corner of my eye, trapping one I missed and gently swept his finger across my face to wipe it away. "There." He whispered.

I looked away nervously as my cheeks reddened with my all too familiar blush. But my eyes stopped dead in their tracks. I got up slowly and walked towards the ornament hanging on the wall. Edward followed and chuckled at my bewildered expression. My hand raised automatically, one finger extended as if to touch the large wooden cross, its dark patina contrasting with the lighter tone of the wall. I didn't touch it, though I was curious if the aged wood would feel as silky as it looked.

"It must be very old." I guessed.

He shrugged. "Early sixteen-thirties, more or less."

I looked away from the cross to stare at him. "It must have been very expensive."

"Probably would be now but it belonged to my fathers and Carlisle's great-great-great-great-great grandfathers. He carved this himself. It hung on the wall above the pulpit in the vicarage where he preached apparently."

I wasn't sure if my face betrayed my shock, but I returned to gazing at the simple, ancient cross just in case. "It's stayed in your family for so long."

"Yeah, it's nice having antiques around here like this. I hope to give them all to my children one day." He turned his thoughtful gaze to my face as I still stared at the wooden ornament.

"Wow, it must be really nice having all these heirlooms around." I said, casually.

"Well, we're a very lucky family in the sense that we have a strong family name. So antiques and heirlooms are very easy to keep in the family." He explained as he turned to face me. "Do you want me to show you some of the others?"

I smiled. "Yeah, that would be cool."

For the rest of the day we looked around the house again and Edward showed me some of the beautiful ornaments he had around the house. We had lunch and dinner with everyone as usual and the day rolled in and came to an end.

Like normal Edward kindly walked me to my door. "It's been a long day, get some rest." He whispered and finished with his routine goodnight. "I'll be just next door if you need anything," he then leaned forward and brushed his cheek across mine as he kissed my cheek. "Goodnight Bella." He murmured against my skin as he backed away slowly and walked to his door and went into his room.

I stood there frozen for a few minutes as I brushed my finger tips across my tingling cheek. Even though what he said to me was the same every night, the kiss on the cheek was a new development. I had to say I really liked this new direction we were taking. I couldn't stop my hopes from heightening at the idea that maybe he liked me the way I liked him.

I let out a shaky breath as I walked into my room. It felt odd, being alone again after I'd spent the whole day with someone. The room felt too big, too empty and cold. A shiver travelled down my spine. To distract myself I went to take a shower, looking behind every door and every corner on the way.

The memories were alive in my mind as images flashed through my head. A frustrated groan escaped my lips as I tried to fill my mind with different images, it didn't work, his face was always there. I got out of the shower and changed into my pyjamas. I brushed my teeth and then stared into my reflection in the huge mirror. I could see my face looking back at me with frustration, but that look was still there in my eyes. The look of fear.

"Leave me alone." I shouted at the images of him in my head.

I walked out into my bedroom again and stopped dead in my tracks. This room felt wrong. It was too quite, it was too calm. I felt the twist in my stomach as fear ripped through me. I knew it was mainly psychological because of what I told Carlisle earlier but I just couldn't stamp down the fear. It will always be there.

I knew I couldn't sleep in this room tonight and I thought about going to the library again but then Edward's words echoed through my head. "I'll be just next door if you need anything."

Did he really mean it? Could I go and disturb him?

Before I had even begun to think it through properly my feet were already leading me towards the door and out into the hallway. Being only lit by the moonlight, it felt even colder and creepier than my room and I could feel my shivers increase as the twist in the pit of my belly grew. I knocked impatiently on his door several times before I opened it myself and walked in the room and shakily closed the door behind me before I felt it. Calm instantly washed over me as the twist burnt out.

The layout of his room was pretty similar to my own, but it was bigger. He had two large leather chairs by the grand stone fire place with a coffee table in front which was covered in folders and sheets of paper. Underneath the moonlight coming from the balcony doors was a stunning black shiny baby grand piano. Pictures and photos of different smiling people were scattered around the room.

I quietly walked over to the open doors that lead to his bedroom. I saw the king size bed with ruffled sheets. As I walked into the room I paused.

Edward was fast asleep. The covers were down to the waist on his bare torso as he lay on his back with his mouth slightly open. His even breathing filled the silence. How can someone still look so attractive in sleep?

Guilt washed over me and I turned to walk out of the room. I couldn't wake him up just because I was scared, it wasn't fair. He needed his sleep and it wasn't his responsibility to make me feel comfortable. He had done enough for me. But it felt safe in here, maybe I could sleep on his sofa in his sitting room.

"Bella?" Edward's voice, thick with sleep, called softly from behind me. "Are you okay?"

I turned and looked at him; he was sitting up in his bed with an alarmed expression. "Yeah, I was errr...I was just, wondering if...errr...." I stuttered.

His expression softened as a gentle smile spread across his beautiful face. "Come here." He whispered as he pulled the covers down on the other side of his bed.

"I...Are you sure?" I asked nervously.

He nodded as I moved towards the bed and got under the covers.

His bed was soft and warm as I lay down and faced him. He did the same as we stared at each other. His warm hand rested on my waist and pulled me towards him. I rested my head against his chest as he put his head on top of my head.

"Goodnight." He whispered.

"Goodnight." I whispered into his warm chest.


Now we're getting somewhere! It was a very fluffy, kind of short chapter yet again, but we're starting to get up the real story line now ;)

I'm going to be mean again and say the next time I update will depend on how many reviews/adds I get -evil laugh- but I still love you all really!