Jasper and Alice watched as Edward's skilled hands moved over the keys. He'd been playing nonstop for 6 hours and had collapsed the night before from playing all day. The world around them was white with a new coat of snow casting the landscape in an innocence unseen to the deadly red head at the piano.

Carlisle placed a hand on Jasper's shoulder, "Leave us." The two words were calm but commanding. Jasper led Alice upstairs away from the angry music.

Carlisle let Edward's angry song seep into his body. The song was all consuming from the staccato notes to the slow and quiet way he played. Carlisle stood there for some time living in Edward's angry heart trying to understand the world. Carlisle closed his eyes and released the breath he had been holding.

Carlisle took his time to stand next to his son. He saw his wife curled up on a chair watching his movements like a jungle cat watching out for her cub. She looked as troubled as Edward was and that made Carlisle angry. He was the protector of his family and he was normally good at his role as Father or Dad. He groaned in agitation and dove his fingers into his hair just like his sons.

"They've finished all of their questions and Bella is slowly opening up again," Carlisle sat next to his son as Edward vented his rage and confusing on the black piano he'd received for his thirteenth birthday.

Carlisle placed his fingers on the keys and started a stirring counter harmony to Edward's tone. He tried to balance the hate with his own constant melody. The songs were completely different in meaning but fit with Edward's original meaning.

"So complete," Edward murmured to himself and threw himself into getting the next measure and next section right. While Edward played Carlisle's soothing tone, Alice noticed as she took her perch next to Edward and joined the song. Next to the rage and constant movement was Alice's deep understanding.

Edward finished the song abruptly and let his fingers shake from the terrible demand he had put them through. His whole body shuddered with need for sleep and nourishment. The violent notes and rhythms had calmed like the sea and he was left looking at white and black keys wondering how he had found himself in this mess.

"…Did they give us any information?" Edward asked looking up at his father. His shoulders were slumped in a defeated posture. Carlisle wrapped an arm around his son's shoulders and brought him into the comfort of his side. He hadn't held his son in years and hadn't thought he ever would again.

"She's fine Edward you can't change the past," Carlisle said kissing the top of Edward's head. Edward sighed and turned into his father's side.

"But you defiantly changed her future," Alice said hugging her brother and nuzzling his shoulder.

"Right now though," All looked up at Esme's voice and found her standing looking like her old self, "We need to feed the troops."

...sooo...how are all of you?

I know...I've been terrible...but I've been really angry and sad for so long.

I think you can understand how I have felt during this time because of this short chapter. I really think Edward and I needed to vent our anger in not saving someone who means (meant) so much to us.

I have deleted the other chapters expressing my hatred because I'm done with anger...well...I dont want FF to be about just my anger and confuion...my nephew deserves something better than me. So I want to dedicate this entire story and all future stories to my nephew because I want his memory to live on as something beautiful and meaningful.

So to Nate...I love you.

If you feel you must review please send me a message I'll try and get back to you.

I hope I won't get lost again so I can update soon.

Your,

Tori Lea