Chapter 10:

"So. You're Cold Ones then?"

Bella's POV

Edward and I sat in silence as I consumed the mushroom ravioli I ordered. About halfway through my meal I asked, "How did you find me?"

He pondered this before speaking, "I think we should wait for a less populated location before we dive into all of those questions." His smirk was strained.

I reached for his hand, that he quickly retracted, "Thank you." I kept my hand on the table, I needed his reassurance. I've always been the one to take care of everyone else, even in my dream lives, but I needed him to tell me everything would be okay. I needed his reassurance.

I had finished off the ravioli not realizing just how hungry I was. I blushed as the waitress asked if we wanted dessert, her eyes lingering on my table mate.

"Bella?" He queried.

I shook my head no, after a quick argument over the bill we left. The ride was fast, the green blurring together, as my mind started to wonder and my eyes closed.

Voices were close all around me as I heard their fast debate on what to do. I could hear Edward being chastised for letting me rest. Alice words were a blur as she leaned into Mr. Whitlock. I started to look around the room at the inhabitance. The beautiful room caught my attention, the large television, and multiple white love seats, my body being on the only sofa.

They continued to talk; almost as if they were left unknowing I was awake.

"Hello Dear," Ms. Platt sat down next to me, her voice alerting everyone else to my sate. "How are you feeling?" She brushed some hair behind my ear as she talked to me. Her eyes were different, and her swollen belly gone, but she was here.

I flung myself at her. Gasps went around the room as I held on to her; her hard flesh didn't give as I molded my body around hers.

She rubbed my back as I eased my hold.

"I texted Angela and Jessica on your phone saying that you were home safe and would talk to them tomorrow," Alice smiled coming closer, sitting on the coffee table in front of me.

"Chief Swan thinks you hit your head when you were in Port Angeles when you ran into my girls, they brought you here so I could take a look at you. We don't have much more time before we should bring you home." Carlisle informed me as well as the group of our limited time.

I nodded, they were all looking at me, and so I decided to start. "So. You're Cold Ones then? Vampires?"

I tried to hide my face behind my hair, but Ms. Platt just pushed it back behind my ear. "Yes, we are dear." She answered me, her face full of worry when I finally looked up.

"But..." Emmy began.

"You don't feed on humans." I looked towards him. "Your eyes are gold, not red." A smile grew on him. "Do any of you remember me?" I asked them all, looking from one set of eyes to another. "My eyes are the same, and my name changed slightly…. I know it's a crazy question, but," I paused trying to think of the best way to say it, "I think I know each of you."

They were all thinking, trying to access memories long forgotten, "Our human memories fade with time," Ms. Platt said.

I nodded thinking, "Well, the Angel," I closed my eyes, shaking my head laughing at myself, "Rosalie," everyone looked towards her. "I don't think we ever got the pleasure of meeting."

She came close, "Only me?"

"Well I saw you," I looked towards my brother Emmy," but you were distracted."

The Angel's eyes grew wide.

"No," I stopped her, "Nothing like that. I was up in a tree when you saved Emmy." My brother's head cocked to the side, as the Angel's face grew grim. "I call you an Angel because you saved him." I reached for her hand; she drew it away quickly before she let me hold it."

"So you only knew me as this?" she gestured to her body. "What about…"

She started to ask about her other family members, but I knew I had to stop her.

"I knew you more than once." They all seemed to pause. I could feel the crease in my forehead. The longer I was awake the more my dreams eluded me, even if I wrote them down and drew pictures, mapping out my life. It all seemed harder to believe the longer I was awake. "I was… I was Vera's daughter?" my question brought a spark to her eyes.

"But how could that be? Emmett joined us only a few years after Rosalie and Vera only had a son."

"It is harder to remember all of the facts the longer I've been awake." I explained to them shortly how it all worked. How I felt like I was here for something, but I couldn't remember what. I started to yawn again, my head throbbing where it hit the wall. Dr. Cullen looked me over and drove me home. Esme, his wife, insisted I come over again soon. That everyone should take what they learned and think about it.

I went straight to bed when I got home, while Dr. Cullen talked to Charlie down stairs. I know Charlie checked on me, but a weight kept me in place.

The rest of the week went by at a snail's pace. All of the Cullens looked hopeful, with the exception of Jasper who looked like he was in pain. By Thursday Alice found me during lunch to talk about our "plans this weekend". When I asked Edward about it in biology, he told me I really had two options, go shopping with Alice, which didn't sound bad, but the look on his face told me to be afraid, or have a sleepover with Alice and Rosalie, that Alice would be talking to my dad about it as soon as he got home.

I smiled thinking about Alice, the more I found out about her, and the more certain I was that she was Mary Alice. "I would love to come over this weekend. I think all of these questions deserve some answers." I smiled at him, as he told me Alice was jumping up and down in a Girls bathroom, having to excuse herself from class as she knew this was coming.

My face showed the question I had, "Alice sees the future." Edward said it like anything else, like the sky is blue, and the grass is green. But it was then that I was certain.

I would pull Alice up to my room before I got home and tell her all about Mary Alice, and ask her questions about her life, and how she found Mr. Whitlock. I needed to know if she ever found her family after I left, or if she knew about Charlotte, if she was still alive.

"Alice says thank you," Edward's words were happy, but his face was frustrated, "She is blocking me."

"Blocking you?" I asked the teacher was handing out our work sheets.

"Yeah, she is blocking her mind with some Hebrew proverbs."

The teacher passed us, handing us our work sheets as I leaned into him, "You read minds?" my voice was horrified. Can you hear me? I was freaking out.

"Yes, but I can't read yours." He ground his teeth, I sighed in relief as he grew frustrated.

AN: Thank you for the comments and continued support. I hope you continue to enjoy this story. Hopefully this chapter was alright, I was writing it while trying to fend off a migraine. It would have been longer to encompass the weekend discussion as well, but I really need to start avoiding the light.

For those of you who are dedicated readers to this story I wanted to let you know if you don't already I only post when I work that day, so with the holidays coming up, my postings may get shorter. I hope to write as much as I can while I am traveling though. I will be gone the first week of January for my first trip out of the USA, but I will be back the following week. If I have enough material I may try to post while I'm gone, but we will have to wait and see. Thank you for your continued support. Happy Holidays!