Summary: What if Bella had existed in 1918? What if she had two brothers who went off to war? What if she fell in love with Edward then? What would happen when Edward caught the Spanish Influenza? What would have happened in 1918?

AN: Hey! I finally updated on time. Feel very happy about that. I was kind of rushing to get it done. It was hard to figure out all I wanted to add in here so it may be a bit shorter but I hope you all like it. Thank you to all that read and review this. I truly appreciate it. I like hearing what everyone says so please read and review! Let me know what you think!

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Chapter Ten

Dear Journal,

I can't breathe. I can't sleep. I can't even close my eyes without seeing him, seeing his face. I see him every time and everywhere. Everything reminded me of him. I can't walk out into Elizabeth's garden because that was our place. I can't stay in our room because he slept there with me. I can't look at any pictures of him or us. No pain will ever compare to how I feel at this very moment. Even the moment I realized I had no family left, the pain was nowhere near as excessive as it is now. My heart is broken beyond repair. He is gone, journal, and I've never felt so alone. Edward's dead and I...I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I can't function without him. He was my life just as much as I was his. He had my heart and when he died he took it with him. I no longer had any will to live. I had nothing.

Kris worries about me. She moved here awhile ago and has been with me almost every second of everyday. She always tried to get me to eat something but failed each time. I wasn't going to live without him and she knew it. She tried to snap me out of this empty shell but nothing works. Only one thing would...Edward walking through that front door or waking up with him beside me and it not being a dream. But I knew there was no possibility that Edward would ever be back and that made my heart sink. What was I to do now? Should I go off into the country like the both of us had planned? Should I stay here for the rest of my years and hope that maybe things will get better? And if I was going to stay, would I really be able to accept that he's dead, that he's never coming back? What do I do? I'm lost. This world does not seem so bright anymore without him in it. What was I to do when I can't seem to make even a minute of it without breaking into tears? What was I to do when the pain was so unbearable? What was I to do? What was I to do? I really do have nothing so what was left for me here? I was truly alone and now I knew that I always would be.

I put down my pen. A lot of time had passed since the day Edward died. I have no idea how much. My guess would be a few weeks. I lost track of time since that day. Honestly my mind was blank. I was almost numb. The only thing that I felt was the excruciating pain. The pain was nearly unbearable. I was a zombie for lack of a better word. I barely slept, drank, or even eat anything. I never went out of the house. I just mostly sat, staring out the window not really seeing anything. I had no clue what would happen next. I was waiting for everything to catch up with me again, waiting for my own death to come. I knew that since he was gone, I would no longer try and live. I knew that since he was gone, I would not be moving on. I knew that since he was gone, I soon would be.

Mystery POV (will be revealed in the following paragraphs. You all probably know who it is anyway but...)

All I felt was fire, raging fire. The pain was nothing like I had ever felt before. It was worse than the pain of a dagger into the back or a gunshot to the chest. It felt like I was on fire. I was burning. Was no one going to help me? Did no one see the fire? Was no one going to put it out? The pain was there for a long time. It felt like forever, getting worse and worse by the very seconds that ticked away. I had no clue as to how long it was before the pain finally dulled. It felt like my rescue took forever to come. I opened eyes to a new sight, a sight I wasn't expecting.

I saw an unfamiliar home. The floor was wooden and the wall was decorated with still life paintings. I was lying on a small bed, fit for only one person. I looked around me. I felt my eyesight was better than before, clearer. It kind of felt like I was seeing for the first time. It was so new. I could see absolutely everything. Things seemed more defined than normal. I could smell different things, things I couldn't smell earlier on. Things smelt sweeter. I could smell everything. I could hear everything. I heard sounds outside of the home. It was all very strange.

My eyes then fell upon a somewhat familiar man with blonde hair and topaz eyes. He was pale, deathly pale. His eyes had dark spots under the eyes, almost like bruises. He looked like he wasn't that old maybe twenty something. He looked familiar but I could not figure out where I had seen him. He looked at me with concern.

"What do I tell him?" I heard him say.

"Are you talking about me?" I asked him. He looked at me surprised. I was surprised too. My voice sounded different, smoother.

"Can you hear me?" he asked curious. I nodded.

"Of course I can hear you." I replied.

"Amazing. He can hear my thoughts. He must be able to read minds." he said. What? Read minds? I couldn't possibly be able to... It was then I realized that when I heard him speak, his lips never moved. How is that possible? What was happening to me? "Let me explain. I know this is a lot to take in but I'm going to need you to listen to what I have to say. I'm Carlisle Cullen. I was your mother's doctor and your doctor when you had the influenza." I nodded. That explained the familiarity. I remembered him now.

"Yeah I remember now. But what does this have to do with what is going on now? What am I doing here? Where is here exactly? Where is my mother?" I asked.

"We are about 200 miles away from Illinois. We are not in the public. We are away from other people. And I'm sorry to tell you this but your mother died in the hospital. I brought you here while you were changing."

"Changing? Into what?" I asked confused. He hesitated before answering.

"Into a vampire." he replied. Ok, now I knew he was crazy.

"I'm not a vampire." I declared.

"You weren't but I changed you into one." he said. He walked into an area where the sunlight beamed in through the window. His skin sparkled. That was strange and it sort of terrified me. I moved into the sunlight and saw my own skin starting to sparkle.

"What did you do to me? You changed me into a monster!" I yelled angry. He changed me into an evil being, a monster.

"I'm sorry but I really didn't have much of a choice. You were dying." he said calmly.

"Oh so do you change every one of your patients or just me? Why me? Did you change my mother too?" I replied still angry.

"I have only ever changed you. I never changed anyone else." he answered.

"Why me?" I asked.

"Your mother asked me to." he answered. That took me by surprise. Why would she ask him to do this to me? "You were dying and your mother saw you dying and asked me to save you. She knew I was different and that I could save you so I thought about it. One thing made me decide."

"What?" I asked curiously.

"I saw a girl named Isabella Swan crying and screaming when she saw you dying. I saw how upset she was. I saw how much she cared for you. I couldn't let you die after seeing her like that. So I did it for her."

How could I forget her? That gorgeous girl with the beautiful brown hair and the perfect chocolate brown eyes that could make any guy fall in love with her. That girl that was the gentlest creature in the world and the girl that was truly an angel. That girl that I met and fell in love with. That girl that I married. How could I forget her? How could I forget my wife? How could I forget my Bella?

"I have to see her." I said as I started walking toward the door. Before I even knew it, Carlisle got to the door and was blocking me from walking out the door. "Move out of the way, Carlisle. Please"

"I can't, Edward. I'm sorry." he replied.

"You don't understand, Carlisle. I have to see her." I responded.

"I can't let you go. You can't see her at least not right now. Edward, you could hurt her or worse kill her."

"I would never hurt her."

"Look, Edward, she thinks you are dead. You can't see her because of that for one. Also, you may not intend to hurt her but sometimes you can't help it. I'm sorry. Right now the bloodlust is too strong. You could hurt her without intending to. If you wait for a year, maybe you could but right now is not the best time. I know you don't want to hurt her so just wait...for her sake." I hesitantly nodded.

I would do anything to keep her safe. I could never endanger her in that way. I couldn't let her get hurt. Her safety was the most important thing to me. I would wait a year and see if she's moved on and if she still wants me. Then if she still wanted me I would be with her, no matter how hard it would be for me. It will be the hardest thing I'll ever have to do, painful, but I would do it for her, because I love her. Unitil then, I would be counting the days until I could see my blushing bride again.

Kristen POV:

I am worried about her. I am worried about Bell. Ever since Edward died she was a zombie. She looked lost, alone, like every part of her died when he died. I saw the blank look on her face. Her eyes never seemed to really see anything. She was barely holding it in. I knew she was barely holding on, holding on by a thread. She went places but never spoke. I almost never got her to eat. When she did she was not really there. Her mind was just blank. She didn't ever leave the house, not for anything. Her skin seemed to be getting paler by the day. She was getting skinnier. It was like she withering away to nothing. It scared me. I never wished for Edward to be here anymore than I did right now. I missed him.

I missed Edward. He was always so kind. He and I were fairly close. Our parents really got along with each other. His father and mine worked together. It was very strange between us from the start. When my mother and father met Edward's parents and heard that they had a son, they had planned to put me and Edward together. They were hoping that we would fall in love and get married but the downside to their little plan was that Edward and I never felt like we were anything more but friends, if not like siblings. Edward and I just never clicked which I am glad for because it left Bell the opportunity to fall in love with him. She truly deserved him. The day I met him was definitely an interesting day.

I was downstairs waiting to meet my father's new partner and his family. I knew exactly what my parents were up to. My parents had been searching for two years now for my perfect match. They have started to pressure me into marrying soon. They've been trying for a while and each try failed miserably. They even tried setting me up with Jason and Jasper Swan. Seriously. Jason Swan. Honestly that would never happen. Now they were going to try and set me up with the Masens' son. I'll admit it. I want to marry just not right now. I haven't found the right guy yet and I doubt that was going to happen tonight.

I was sitting downstairs when I heard the doorbell rang. Three people then came in. Two were older, like my parents. The woman was gorgeous and the man was pretty attractive. Then I saw a boy my age behind them. He had the same astounding green eyes as his mother and some bronze colored hair. He looked good. He looked bored. It was as if he didn't want to be here, not that I blame him. I don't even want to be here. I stood up as they came into the room.

"Kristen, this is my partner Edward Masen Sr. and his wife Elizabeth and their son, Edward Jr." said my father, calling my attention to our guests. The son, Edward, seemed unhappy with the Jr. part of his name.

"Just Edward, sir." replied Edward politely.

"I'm sorry, Edward." apologized my father. He nodded. Mr. Masen then stepped forward to introduce my family to Edward.

"Edward, this is William Collins and his wife Maria and their lovely daughter, Kristen." said Mr. Masen, pointing to each of us. Edward's eyes fell on me but seemed still bored. Well good because I don't want anything to do with him because my parents want us to be married. "William, why don't you, Maria, Elizabeth, and I go into the other room and talk?" My father nodded. My parents and the Masens left, leaving me and Edward alone. We stared at each other for a bit, not knowing what to say. Neither one of us really wanted to connect. It was then that I realized I had to tell him how I felt.

"Look, Edward, right? Yeah, I know you know why you are here and I'm just going to say that that will never happen. Nothing will ever happen between us. I am not interested in some guy because my parents want me to be interested in him. I'm sorry but I'm not interested." I stated. He sighed.

"Yeah well I'm not interested either. I'd like to meet my someone the old fashioned way, not by my parents setting me up." I nodded in agreement.

"Good. Then we are on the same page?" I responded. He nodded.

"It seems so." he replied. It was silent for a minute.

"I guess since we are here we might as well get to know each other. I'm Kristen. My friends call me 'Kris'." I said, sticking my hand out to him. He smiled and shook it.

"I'm Edward. It's nice to meet you, Kristen." he said with a smile. It was in that moment that our friendship began.

We talked that night about a lot of things trying to get to know each other. He was charming of course and never bothered my somewhat impulsive attitude. It was a great idea to bring us together but not as a couple. My parents had once mistaken us for that and I laughed in front of them. I told them it was never happen and that Edward was not my type. I was right of course. He was Bell's type. He and I stayed close and then there was a separation around the time Bell came back. Then I saw Bell and was very happy to see her and how in love she was with my friend. I was happy. They were perfect for each other. Edward and I had a lot of memories together. I would miss him. I would miss teasing him, tricking him, playing around with him. Life was not going to be the same and I knew that.

I was downstairs in the kitchen cooking. This was the routine now. Bell never came down to cook for herself. I always cooked and tried to make her eat but sometimes it worked and a lot of the time it didn't. I knew that she was not taking Edward's death well and I knew that it would be hard on her but things were getting worse. I can't even see any of Bell in her anymore. What was I going to do? How was anything going to get better? How can I tell her that when I don't even believe it?

I walked up the stairs and tried and as always, it seems, failed. I then just went outside hoping maybe some air will help me feel better about this whole situation. I got out of the doors and into the park where Bell and Edward had gone in their first few weeks of dinners and such. I sat down on the bench. It was dark now. It was then that I saw a man sit next to me.

"Are you alright?" he asked. I turned to look at him and saw the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. He looked absolutely amazing. He had dark brown hair and topaz eyes. His features were chisled, perfectly alined. He was perfect. I noticed him staring at me and decided I was not about to let him get the better of me. He's not going to affect me in any way.

"I don't know. I'm just...I'm just worried." I answered honestly, avoiding his eyes.

"Would I be out of line to ask you why?" he replied. I laughed.

"Yes you probably would be. But I don't mind. It's just...my friend just lost her husband and she's taking it really hard. She won't sleep, won't eat. It's been almost a month. She's been getting sick too. I just...I don't know what to do anymore. She's going to kill herself with the way she's acting and I just don't know what to do. I'm only one person and he was my friend and now it's just the two of us. She has no family left and her in-laws died and I'm the only one she has left and...I'm rambling, aren't I?" I explained. He laughed.

"A little bit but that's ok. You want some advice?" he responded. I nodded.

"I could really use it." I answered.

"Just give her time and keep trying. Sooner or later, I think something will get through to her. You just can't give up." he replied. I smiled and looked at him.

"That advice kind of stinks, you know?" I replied. He laughed.

"Yeah, I figured. It's the best I could do." he admitted. I laughed.

"Never be a psychologist then Mr..." I said.

"John Andrews. Just call me John. What is your name if I may be bold enough to ask?"

"Kristen. Kristen Collins." I answered.

"Well, Kristen, it was definitely a pleasure but I must go. I need to take care of somethings. Maybe I shall see you around?" he responded, getting up.

"Yeah, definitely." I replied. He smiled and then turned to leave. I watched him go and felt that things might have taken an interesting turn.

Bella POV:

I felt sick once again. I had felt sick for awhile. I didn't eat anything. Any food smell or anything just made me feel even more sick than I already was. I would have slept it off but the possibility of seeing his face again kept that from happening. Kris suggested that I go to the hospital but I declined. I couldn't go there, not after last time. Last time I was there I lost my husband, my Edward and I could not go there after that. Kris understood and never bothered me about it again. I was glad. Each time she did it made it even harder to forget that ever happening.

I walked down the stairs. I smelled eggs. Oddly enough, they smelled great. It was the first time in a while that food ever had any good appeal. I walked down carefully, trying to made sure that I don't ever trip knowing Edward wasn't going to be able to catch me. He wasn't there. I got closer to the bottom when I saw Kris walking to the table, putting food on the table. She turned around and saw me and looked suprised. It was the first time in a long time I had walked down on my own in the morning or without being called down.

"Hello, sunshine. What brings you down here on this fine morning?" asked Kris, oddly chipper this morning. She was in a good mood this morning. I shot her a confused look and stopped on the last few steps.

"Hello. What has you so happy this morning? What has gotten you in such a good mood?" I replied. She shrugged.

"I don't really know. I think it has something to do with this guy I met last night. He was so handsome and so sweet." she answered. I raised an eyebrow.

"You met a guy last night?" I said. She nodded.

"Yeah I met a guy. He was sweet. He was asking if I was ok. I told him about some stuff and he gave me some advice and he just seemed nice and all..."

"Hm, seems you like this guy." I assumed.

"Yeah I kinda do. I won't most likely ever see him again but whatever. He was too sweet for me not to feel anything for him." she replied.

"So you fell for a total stranger?" I asked.

"I didn't say I loved him, Bell."

"No but you kind of act like it, Kris."

"Do not."

"Do too."

"Do not."

"Do too."

"Do not."

"Do too."

"I'm done arguing with you." said Kris, annoyed.

"Yeah because you know you can't win." I replied. She stuck her tongue out at me. I started laughing and walked further downstairs. As I reached the final two steps I started feeling strange. The room suddenly spun around me, everything in the room. It made me sick. I heard Kris yelling my name as I felt myself fall to the ground, down the last two steps and saw a blurry Kris in front of me. Then my entire world went black.

I felt my eyes open as I woke up. I looked around me and saw a sight of horror for me. I suddenly looked next to me and saw him, my husband next to me. I felt his last moments, my last moments with him flash before my eyes. More and more memories flashed before I broke down in tears. At the sounds of my tears and screams of emotional pain, Kris and some doctors ran in and over to my hospital bed. I felt the doctors trying to calm me down. Kris was trying to do the same.

"Mrs. Masen, we need you to calm down." said one of the doctors. After a few minutes I was calmed down and they left me alone with Kris. I looked at her angry. I felt a little bit betrayed.

"Kris, I told you that I don't want you to take me to the hospital." I said after moments of silent. She breathed a sigh of frustration.

"What was I supposed to do, Bell? You were sick, really sick, and then you just suddenly pass out and you think that I'm not going to take you to the hospital when you obviously need help. Bell, you needed help and this was the only place you were going to get it. I already lost my other best friends don't you dare think I'm going to lose you too." replied Kris firmly. I looked at her piercing eyes. I felt myself soften a bit.

"I'm sorry, Kris. I didn't mean to upset you."

"It's ok. I just want to make sure you aren't going to die too. It scares me. You're like my sister, Bell. You are like the sister I have always wanted. I just worry about you." she replied. I placed my hand on hers and shot her a small smile.

"I know." I responded. I sighed. "Any idea what is wrong with me?"

"The doctors said they would wait until you were awake to tell you and me." I nodded. We had small talk before the doctors came back in. They talked to me and about my symptoms and left once again, leaving me and Kris again. It wasn't long before they came back and stood in front of the end of my bed and started telling me about what was going on with me.

"Mrs. Masen, we have gone over everything you have been feeling the past few days and have finally arrived to a conclusion. The good news is that it is not influenza. The reason you fainted seemed to happen because of lack of food. How long ago was it since you last ate?" I shrugged.

"I don't really know. A few days maybe? The food hasn't really made me feel very good the past few weeks."

"Well, I suggest you start eating soon and healthier. I also suggest lots of rest. Also avoid stress, especially what happened earlier today. You have no idea how much damage it could do to the fetus." My eyes widened. He did not just say what I just heard. I looked at Kris and saw the same incredolous expression.

"Excuse me, what?" I replied.

"You are pregnant, Mrs. Masen. Congratulations." I heard the doctor say. With those words, my world had changed entirely.