Author: I promise this chapter is a lot longer than the others … ;) and sorry for the long, long wait.

Edward POV:

"Alright guys," the taxi driver cheered, "Have a nice time!"

I handed twenty dollars to the driver and got out of the cab. I watched patiently as Bella pushed herself out and grabbed her luggage from the back.

"We will!" Bella responded happily, turning to lock eyes with me. She smiled. "We'll be sure to say hi to Julian for you!"

The taxi driver nodded and took off. I turned around and stared at a huge cruise ship. Its beauty was magnificent; being twice as long as a New York skyscraper, I can't understand why something so big would be needed. Where there really going to be a lot of people on this cruise? There was already a line of passengers boarding the ship as I looked around the harbor. I quickly grabbed Bella's hand and pulled her to the shortest line.

"Tickets?" The line was moving pretty fast. "Tickets?" The attendant held his hand out to Bella as she shuffled through her pocket.

"Here," She smiled while the attendant grabbed the ticket and tore it.

I handed him mine and the same followed as before. Bella walked before me and reached backwards without looking. She got a firm grasp on my button up shirt and managed to touch my chest. I could feel her hand shiver quickly; I wondered if she ever realized my extremely cold skin…

"Sorry," Bella turned around, her face flushed. "I just wanted to hold onto you in all this mess… "

I nodded assuringly and held unto her shoulders like before. She was so warm, so fragile. Ahead of us was a long line of people trying to still get into the ship. Everyone seemed exhausted; they were probably traveling today like we did.

"Tickets?" I could still hear the attendant asking impatiently. "Tickets? Sir! Tickets?"

I sighed; it was going to be a long day.

Bella POV:

I could hear Edward becoming impatient. I didn't blame him though; there were a lot of people. Too many, I suppose. Despite this fact, I couldn't contain my excitement. I was going on a cruise ship to England—with Edward. Of course, I didn't know him until a few days ago; he really makes me a happier person. I couldn't help it though, he was different. A very good kind of different!

The line kept moving forward, but the only thing I was focused on was Edward holding me in place. The wooden bridge that leads to the ship's door was unstable. We probably could fall into the sea at any moment.

Finally! It was our turn to get into the ship!

"Welcome!" Two girl attendants greeted us at the door.

Edward smiled, and I stared at their reactions of shock. His beauty really wasn't ignorable, after all. If anything, perhaps it was his radiance that captured the hearts of many girls besides just his beauty.

As I walked through the door, the entrance was gorgeous. It was as if I was entering a ballroom, yet saying such a thing did not do the ship justice. It was better than a ballroom—it was the essence of what royalty must live like. Everything was trimmed with gold and white, the staircase before me was grand and ornate, and the floors were so shinny, I could see my reflection in them. The sun shining through the windows on the room simply highlighted the ship's natural beauty.

I turned around, making Edward let go of me as I stared into his perfect face. "It's beautiful!"

He grinned widely, and I could feel my smile slowly curve down at its edges. In just one second, I realized something horrifying yet mysterious. Edward had fangs.

Edward POV:

Her soft, pink lips slowly formed into a small frown. I couldn't help but wonder why her sudden happiness changed into something more deep and depressed. Bella can be so unusual at times.

"Is something wrong?" I asked carefully, while grabbing her thin arm gently. She was scared—I knew that much. "Your face … you seem—sad?"

"No—I'm just curious," Bella murmured, probably hoping I couldn't hear what she was saying. "I'm just a little tired, I guess."

Bella grabbed my hand that was gently holding her arm. "Let's go find our rooms!"

Tugging me gently, she led me to one of the hallways connected to the main corridor. The walls were a beautiful golden color, and the lights were the most decadent I have ever seen.

"This is so exciting!" Bella laughed while we made our way through the hallway. I simply listened to our feet tap against the marble floor.

As Bella was walking before me, her hair fluttered gently every time she passed an air vent. Her sweet, soothing smell was intoxicating. It made my throat ache, but the beauty was that it was Bella's scent. Even if she did lose her memory, her scent is what made me realize that she's still the same person. I really do hate to admit it, but I almost forgot that she was the Bella I used to know. She's different now; she's learning to be herself again. She's forgotten about us.

For what it's worth, she'll always be the same person, even if she doesn't remember our history together. Everything that we once had was gone, but I'll always remember the good and bad times for her. For both of us.

"Here it is," I stared at the door to our room.

Bella paused. "Where's my room?"

I chuckled. "You don't have one. We share a room together."

I turned to see her pale cheeks flush with color.

Bella POV:

While I can be open minded at times, what would it be like to share a room with Edward? I can barely stand him when he touches me, yet alone be around him without feeling like a fool. How am I supposed to stay with him in one room?

"Don't worry, there are two beds." Edward laughed and slid the key card. The door opened. "You didn't think we were going to sleep in one bed, did you?"

I laughed, trying to force out something credible. "Well, that's good."

Ignoring a question seemed to be rather impossible without hurting his feelings.

I stepped into the dark room and breathed. The scent of fresh fabrics and flowers entered my lungs.

Edward reached for the nearest lamp and switched it on. I looked around what seemed to be an ordinary room—unlike the rest of the ship. The beds were a royal red, also trimmed with gold. The walls were a nice light yellow color and the carpets were white. There really was nothing ornate or beautiful about this room. It was just two beds, a T.V., and a little bathroom staring back at me from across the room.

"It could be worse," Edward stared patiently at my face.

I snapped out of my daze. "Oh no, I think it's very nice."

"Well then, get ready," He pulled a card out of his pocket—an invitation. "All people are required to meet in the dining room for a special dinner and production."

"Oh, okay," I threw my luggage on the bed. I blushed—was I supposed to get dressed in front of him?

Edward made his way to the bed nearest the bathroom. "I'm guessing the luggage on that bed means it's yours?"

"Guess it does," I sighed.

I unzipped my luggage and stared at my neatly folded clothes. Did I have to wear something formal? Was this dinner something extraordinary? Questions began to flood my mind.

I looked up from my luggage overwhelmed with stress and caught eyes with Edward.

"What are you looking at?" I asked, my face flushing with red again. A new question popped into my head: Did I used to blush before I lost my memory?

Edward grinned again, revealing his fangs. I shuddered. "You're just so beautiful, Bella."

At that moment, I wasn't sure what reaction my face was showing. All I knew was this: Edward made me fall in love with him.

Edward POV:

Her red face quickly looked back down at her luggage. I rolled my eyes and jumped carefully onto my bed. I sighed. Why was it so hard trying to get a reaction from her? Sure she was blushing, but why can't she just say something back to me?

I wanted a sign to know that she still loved me.

"Okay, I'm going to change now," Bella said.

I rolled over in bed and my mouth dropped. Bella had just pulled out the same exact dress she wore to prom when we went together. A sharp pain filled my chest—if I had tears, I would have immediately cried.

Bella stared patiently at me. "It's a beautiful dress," She said, "I wish I can remember what I used it for …"

She stared deeply into the dress, then back at me. I was still upset and lost in my old memories. Without realizing it, Bella closed the bathroom door and was going to get dressed.

Everything was hurting me now. The pain in my chest began to throb—I quickly curled into a ball. I couldn't move anymore. Something was holding me down. The room began to swirl, and then suddenly, everything faded to black.

"Does it hurt, little boy?"

I struggled to fight against the black, the emptiness. I couldn't open my eyes, I couldn't move, and I couldn't ignore the throbbing pain in my chest.

"Does it feel nice, little boy?"

"Who are you?" I groaned through my shut teeth.

"I didn't like how you ignored me back at Bella's house, so I thought I'd come by to visit you."

My eyes shot open with fear, and I was staring at the ceiling of the room. I sat up in bed and looked around. Nothing was different; I looked at the bathroom and heard the water running—Bella was taking a bath.

"What was that?" I whispered to myself.

"I'm coming to get you, Edward."

I looked around but saw no one. It was a voice in my head.

"Heed my warning, look at the window on top of the dining room tonight at twelve o' clock."

It was unbelievable—someone was contacting me through my thoughts. And most importantly, they were coming to get me.