For Eternity Chapter 12: A Ghost From The Past, a twilight fanfic

A/N: Hello my darlings! I know, *hangs head shamefully* I wasn't good on my promise saying the new chappie would be posted by the end of the weekend. But alas here we are and it's Thursday now or Friday depending where you are. I apologize for the wait but I do hope it will be worth it for you! Cause this chapter begins the many revealings about Edward, how he was turned, about him & Bella's relationship in the past & more. However all won't be told in this chapter, from chapters 12-15, more things will be discovered! Yeah all those chappies take place in one night. So get ready, lol. All right quickly many thanks to those who review, lurk, added me to their favorites, story alerts, etc. I am deeply humbled & thankful. Okay, see you at the end...

Chapter 12: A Ghost From The Past

The mind blowing and life altering revelation continued to settle in while Edward's eyes and mine never faltered their hold. Until suddenly out of my own control, my body slumped heavily down onto the carpeted floor. My left hand shakily gripped the edge of the night table for support however it escaped me the amount of strength and pressure my hand put on it. Because then in slow motion the table toppled over crashing in a thunderous thump against the floor. I watched dazedly as Edward immediately recovered it, his fluid reflexes luckily saved the table by swiftly pushing it upright. Then immediately after he motioned like a soft yet strong gust of wind to kneel before me. His breathtaking eyes studied my face and length longingly before directly landing on my chocolate ones which were now glistened with lava feeling wetness. My body didn't even respond when Edward's stone icy palms rested against my cheeks then circled the cool, damp skin with his satin thumb pads. My teeth then rested above my lower lip, chewing anxiously while shaking my head back and forth slowly. I swallowed thickly, struggling to find my voice but unable to because my throat hurt like a fuckin bitch, as it flamed agonizingly.

"Isabella? Are you all right?" E's, I mean, Edward's, musical voice gently whispered inside my ears.

His slender icy fingers gingerly pressed over the apples of my cheeks in effort to receive some sort of response out of me. But the state of shock I was under affected me in such a way that I was near unresponsive. Yet the only movement made was the flicker of my eyes as they trained down at my knees which were now drawn up firmly against my chest and my arms securely embraced them. Fuck I'm freezing and believe it or not it's not from Edward's cold silky touch this time around.

"Please say something. You're scaring the shit out of me."

There was something about his voice, something that sounded hauntingly familiar and that alone snapped me out of near comatose state my body and mind were under. Bella snap the fuck out of it! It's him, it's really...

"I'm, I'm okay." My voice trembled quietly and the look of relief that washed over Edward's face was a sight for sore eyes as everything is about him. My God this here, right now, this very moment has to be a dream it cant be possibly be real right? However just to confirm I sputtered breathlessly,

"Actually, no. I'm not okay." I paused briefly deciding to torture myself by carefully analyzing him.

His blazing butterscotch pools remained on my face as a concerned and anxious expression masked his beautiful face. Slowly and cautiously his pads brushed up and down my cheeks leaving no part of my now warm flushed skin untouched. Instinctively I leaned into his gentle touch then shut my eyes figuring it's easier to breathe, to think, without looking at the one man who's literally a ghost from the past in every way. Unexpectedly but to my relief my speeding heart pumped normally again thanks to his loving, tender caress and I was finally able to find my voice as well.

"Eddie? Eddie Masen? How is this, how are you, alive? Well technically you're not but what? How.. oh god."

Suddenly the room uncontrollably whirled before my eyes making me light headed as a result and the oxygen in my lungs almost gave out. I fought with my numb body to keep it together while exhaling slowly and deeply in hopes the thick weight inside my chest would subside. Edward's fragrant breath fanned over my heated, tear stained face catching me off guard and I flinched jerkily over the action.

"Bella open your eyes." Edward requested pleadingly, his lovely voice laced with such torturous pain it tugged my fuckin heart strings.

All though my mind urged me to do as instructed my eyes had a mind of their own, stubbornly wanting to remain tightly shut. My head shook repeatedly, wildly as Edward's graceful elegant fingers gently combed through the strands of my hair, a silent urge to force me to surrender to his request.

"Bella love, please."

Dammit. Damn him. This is all too much to take in. The immense shock over his presence alone is downright slamming against my chest and heart painfully. Reality is facing me square on reminding that he's so close that I can touch him, hold him, kiss him, find an enormous amount comfort in that he isn't, well shit he is dead. But to me he's very much alive in every sense of the word. He's here, green eyes is actually here. Only they're no longer the gentle, vividly tinted orbs they once were but in it's place the most striking mesmerizing golden orbs I've ever seen. That along with a obviously different physical appearance and slight but wonderful change in voice, he's still without a doubt Edward Masen. The man who was once so deeply in love with me he couldn't see straight. The one who carried my heart on his sleeve, worshiped the fuckin ground I walked on yet I treated him like shit. Realizing too little too late that I was obliviously in love with him all that time. Edward Masen. Oh My God.

Unfortunately the back of my mind pointed out that the angelic looking being in the room is not the same Eddie Masen. He's now a vampire and because of that nearly murdered me not once but twice or so he implied. He also admitted in having a trying time succumbing to his relentless blood lust, fearing the monster within will emerge and drain the life supply out of me. And there's still the horrifying reminder that he's probably the prime suspect who attacked Mike Newton. But Eddie Masen would have never.. Bella look at him, look at him straight in his eyes and embrace the reality before you, face it, face him. My eyes fluttered open and instantly Edward breathed out a sigh of relief then rested his strong, cold hands on top of my shoulders leaning forward so we met at eye level. After all he's impossibly taller then I, over six feet towering over my petite five foot three frame. My god now directly seeing him after so many years is stirring up so many memories that I've purposely kept at bay.

"Edward Masen? I just, you cant be," I stammered inaudibly in attempt to ignore the visuals that conjured in the forefront of my mind. The memories, many wonderful, more painful.

Just thinking of them alone made my lungs tightly pressure and as a result it became unbearably difficult to breathe. I inhaled and exhaled carefully grateful by doing that simple act alone subsided the ache somewhat but it didn't stop the fiery wetness that cascaded out of my eyes.

"Yes, it's me Bella. I'm,"

Edward stopped his words short to watch wearily while I unexpectedly unwound my arms off my legs only to quickly coil them around his icy marble neck. His glistened sad laced amber's lingered on my face and without a word enveloped his muscular arms around my waist. I inhaled slowly then exhaled heavily while finally permitting the withheld sobs to emerge out of my throat. Endless hot wetness cascaded down my cheeks as my face buried deep between his neck and shoulder. My nose instinctively breathed in Edward's sweet scent the fragrance filled my lungs and chest to it's fullest capacity providing me with serene relief.

"Edward," I choked out in between heavy, painful sobs my hands grabbing a firm hold of his strong, stone neck for dear life.

"Shh, I'm right here. It's all right, shh," Edward whispered in a assuring yet remorseful voice.

His beautiful smooth hands freely explored my lower back, rubbing it soothingly. I shuddered when a chill raced over my spine a gut wrenching reminder of the epiphany that's unfolding before my pool brimmed eyes.

"You cant be. How is this, possible?" I blubbered in between sniffs, "I went to, I was at your funeral. Your death was all over the news. You and your parents, the car crash."

"Stop! Just, don't." Edward briskly interceded his voice low and sharp against my ear. My body flinched in reaction over the tension that suddenly rolled off of him in massive waves and just as my lips parted to speak, his divine body was no longer embracing mine.

My eyes instantly motioned up landing on Edward, surprisingly discovering he's standing all the way over the opposite side of the room. I blinked repeatedly eying him purposely, right away spotting the rigid posture he displayed. His backside was facing over in my direction and my eyes widened when he balled his translucent hands, which were hung loosely to either side of him, into tight fists. I remained silent taking advantage of this intense moment to study the definition of his back, every muscle and curve unbelievably evident through the thin fabric of his shirt. Fuck me, imagine how even more glorious it would look without the shirt on. Bella, not now! Can't help it, despite everything just to see him in plain sight with the lights on, holy hell the dark didn't do him justice. My curious eager orbs then had a mind of their own slowly trailing down to instantly land on his delicious sculpted ass. That's accentuated perfectly in dark blue straight cut designer jeans that made his slender legs appear longer if that's even possible. Wow Eddie Masen has come a long way from geek to well mirroring a fuckin Greek God. All right enough of the ogling Swan it's time to focus back to a place call reality, oh right. After snapping myself out of the heavy trance I was under, being dazzled as I jokingly referred it to, my mind reminded me of what was last said between us which lured me to press,

"Edward, what's wrong? What did I?" My voice trailed off the second Edward smoothly turned around and glared at me with narrowed eyes and a strained expression.

"I can't talk about it Bella, please don't make me."

I threw him a incredulous glare with blazing, furious eyes. "You cant talk about it? Really? Are you fuckin kidding? You owe me Edward! All these years I thought you were dead, we all thought you were. I even visited your grave. Oh my God. Christ, you probably knew didn't you?"

The air in my lungs decreased drastically making it impossible to breathe to think, to feel. Until after exhaling while briefly shutting my lids and then it all came flooding back. The reasons why I had problems breathing, why my blood was boiling so rapidly it forced my heart to pound double time. Because Edward hadn't responded to my accusation or at the very least redeem himself, not that it would matter really. Instead choosing to just remain mum while staring at me blankly with an expressionless look on his beautiful face. All right he wants to play this fuckin game, fine. Raging fury invaded my body, heart and mind causing my blood to boil heatedly again and my heart to thunder erratically. Suddenly my feet had the will to move as they directly charged swiftly over to Edward. Then halting when our bodies nearly smashed together, a sharp wince escaped out of my pursed lips over the pain my body endured from contacting with his. Jesus it's like literally pressing against a statue when his body becomes all tense and still, simply mind blowing. After inhaling deeply then shaking off the intimidation that plagued my emotions, I tilted my head up making absolutely certain our eyes evenly locked. Once more the fiery rage invaded urging me to do things that probably aren't the wisest, like poking directly at his breastbone roughly with my pointer finger.

"Did. you. know?" I snarled lowly through gritted teeth, ignoring the dull pain my finger pad was enduring over assaulting that muscular, glorious chest of his. Edward matched my ardent glare and posture glaring at me with icy eyes and my body immediately flinched over the daunting sight.

"Did you know Eddie?" I repeated using a tone of voice that was nearly unrecognizable.

"Did you watch from afar as I visited your grave? God I must have looked like a fuckin idiot to you! You probably had so many laughs over it. Thinking oh how I finally got one over Bella Swan,"

"You don't know anything. Not a Goddamn thing!" Edward interceded crisply through clenched teeth then used his icy steel hand to cage my wrist which instantly ceased my poking.

His finger tips pressed hard into my flesh and right away bright red indentations appeared marking my skin. Fresh tears welled up over my orbs as my aching heart leaped all the up to my fuckin throat. Jesus what's with the men in my life manhandling me roughly today? God I wish more then anything we could just go back in time, back to last night when his arms were wrapped lovingly over my back while we snuggled peacefully on my bed. Relive the wonderful, passionate place we were in over the past few days. Really you want to go back to reliving lies? Cause that's what everything was over the past few days, a fuckin lie.

"Ouch! Let me fuckin go Masen!" I demanded in a tiny, frightened voice that was downright embarrassing.

"That's not my name, not anymore." He snarled vehemently continuing to viciously and painfully twist my now sore flesh.

I whimpered agonizingly under my breath, struggling to release my wrist from his handcuff grip. Fuck that's going to leave some bruises for sure. Oh why not? What's a few more? And what the hell did he mean by that's no longer his name? The chance to ponder it or to question him didn't arise because Edward's flashing golden pools trained directly on mine flashing a pained yet angry glare, bringing me back to the present.

"And Isabella, how dare you imply such a callous thing? That's not the way it was at all. You have no earthly idea how painful and difficult it was to stay away from you after I was, when I was..."

I snorted nastily, "Yes it must have been so fuckin hard to just stand by, play me and everyone else for a fool. All of us believed you were gone. I mean, how could you do that to us, to the people who loved you?"

Steaming tears flowed relentlessly and over the sight Edward finally and quickly loosened my wrist. I hissed over the painful loss of connection then surveyed the damage immediately spotting shades of blue and purple mixing with my pale flesh. Edward looked on silently as a wave of remorse masked his face, his brows creased deeply while his lips curved into a grave frown he whispered,

"I sincerely apologize, that was completely uncalled for. Here, allow me to have a look at it along with your,"

"No, I'm fine. Don't touch me." I cut in my voice bitter and raw with emotion while backing away as far as possible from the monster who's posing as Eddie Masen. Naturally in response he threw me that fuckin wounded look of his that he's mastered so well and I wanted to kick my own ass for allowing the guilt to invade my heart.

"Bella, you need to be looked at. Not only your wrist but the cuts and bruises your body attained from that animal."

I shook my head fiercely casting him a dumbfounded gaze with icy etched eyes.

"Animal? The only animal I see is standing right in this very room. Who the fuck are you? I never thought in a million years you'd be capable of maliciously attacking someone we both know and on top of that lie, fuckin lie to me so easily all this time! Playing this sick game of stalking me for months then finally dropping in my life when it was convenient for you. But of course you had to up the ante and demand for me not to see you with the lights on. God I'm so fuckin stupid!"

"No you're not Isabella, please listen I didn't,"

"No you listen! I don't want to listen to another damn word that comes out of your fuckin lying mouth. In fact I don't care what happened, how you even survived and sure as all hell don't want to hear your bullshit regarding Mike and Jake!"

I spun on my heel then speed walked right out of my bedroom, heading directly over to the balcony. Along the way my ears happened to catch the light sounds of soft footsteps that followed suit much to my disapproval. Childishly ignoring him I continued on my speedy route all the way until my right hand unlocked the balcony doors then yanked them wide open while seething under my breath,

"See yourself the fuck out and don't you dare come back!" My eyes focused across the way viewing the cloudy night sky while unsuccessfully fighting to calm my heavy ridiculous panting.

Involuntarily each part of my insides sparked with electricity when Edward's powerful frame lightly pressed against my backside. Fuck. Why does he have to feel so goddamn extraordinary? Why does my stupid body react to him this way? Why am I having arousing images before my eyes of him fuckin me hard on the loveseat? Damn him.

"No." Edward answered flatly, firmly.

I trembled reflexively in delight over the pleasing contact his icy hand made against the base of my neck. Manipulating the tips of his satin digits to delicately journey up and down. A soft, shaky sigh freed out of my parted quivering lips but then hurriedly recovered standing straight and rigid while internally holding on to the resentment for dear life. Damn him and his Jedi ways, they won't work.

"Bella, please let me have a look at your wounds." His voice utterly lyrical and enchanting.

I quivered against him while swaying my hips seductively, the feeling of his delectable body rubbing against mine nearly too much to grasp. Edward grunted deeply plain arousal etched in his rich voice as his solid hand firmly latched onto my waist. I moaned throatily leaning my head back and tucked it underneath his shoulder, granting him permission to press his arctic mouth gingerly on the side of my neck. Wait! No, no, Bella you have to stand your ground! Tell him to fuck off, tell him to.. Oh you're so full of shit do yourself a favor and just give in, you know you want to. Be honest with yourself you don't want him to leave. While were at it finally face what you believed all this time, that it wasn't him who harmed Mike. But of course stubbornly and moronically I dismissed my consciences wise advice choosing to play role of woman scorned and roughly wiggled away from his half embrace.

"No! Just leave Edward! Now, I mean it. You said you would leave if I ordered you away. So that's what I'm doing, ordering you away. Now get out and leave me the hell.."

"No." Edward echoing his previous statement in a soft yet determined tone.

Then in a matter of a split second my waist was jerked on by his granite hands leaving my body to forcefully turn around. Instantly my furious doe brown's fixed on his butterscotch pools that displayed such intensity my eyes automatically lowered refusing to match his gaze. Because like the chicken shit I am it's easier for me to not directly look at him while attempting once more to keep him at arm's length.

"Edward leave, I mean it. Just get the hell out of my life and don't, don't," I trailed off abruptly when an burning lump caught in the middle of my throat minutely affecting my ability to speak.

Before the opportunity arouse to make a run for it, Edward's arms fleetly caged my body in a gentle yet firm embrace. I trembled over the sensations that coursed wonderfully underneath my flesh from the feel his icy, silky skin presents. Even through our layer of clothing his solid exterior seemed to penetrate through, granting me to feel each plane, slope and curve. God why does he have to possess the most sensually designed body I ever felt or laid eyes on? Granted I haven't actually seen him in his birthday suit just yet but I'd give anything to just.. Ugh! Bella have you already forgotten what you requested, that you want your space and time to breathe? Damn it to hell forget what I fuckin asked, I don't wish him to leave, ever. I want to hold him for eternity, immerse myself over the intoxicating way his skin, lips, tongue and every part of him feels when they connect with mine in the most pleasurable ways. But above all that the longing to know how he became a part of the undead, what's he been doing all this time besides watching over me, still lingers. Why didn't he tell me, rather visit after he was turned? So many questions and so much to tell.

But the anger, the betrayal, the hurt overruled everything currently thanks to the big part of me wants that to drive him away. My inner ponders faded into the background of my mind as cool marble lips kissed my forehead. Using willpower and determination to break off the spell he always manages to put me under, I squirmed fiercely in his tight hold in an effort to break free but to no avail. I huffed agitatedly then lowered my head in hopes he will unravel the inner clues that I'm signaling such as I don't want him and refuse to drop everything just to do whatever he fuckin asks. Sure, keep telling yourself that Bella if it makes you feel all big and tough.

"Why aren't you leaving? Just go, please." I whispered in a thick, pained voice.

"Because you don't want me to." Edward countered with such conviction in his it made my stomach churn and the blood that flows through my veins to swelter.

The sudden, itching urge to slap him was intensifying by each passing second. However if I attempted such an idiotic action it wouldn't hurt him, only me. Fuckin fragile, stupid, naive me. I could feel his fierce gaze practically burn holes on the top of my head but I remained strong forcing my eyes to stare at my freezing bare feet. All right have to admit, he's right. Even after everything I want him to stay here with me, preferably laying on my bed and immerse ourselves in a loving embrace until the sun comes up. Edward sighed heavily releasing his fragrant aroma to fan over my face. Unabashedly I stole a moment to inhale his honeysuckle scent while resting my head softly against his lower chest.

Every sculpted defined curve caressed my face, body and before long a wave of heat deliciously spread between my thighs. But immediately pressed them together in an ill attempt to control the arousal that started to invade my lower regions. Great fuckin job Swan, you just let him yet again work his magic on you, you are utterly hopeless. It certainly didn't help any matters when a soft moan blew out of my mouth in response to the delicate kiss Edward planted on my left temple. Damn him! Fuck, there he goes again, incredible how just a simple kiss sends me into a blissful and catatonic trance. It's not fair the way vampires have this hold over people, to be impeccable in their art of seducing and...

"Bella will you please look at me?" Edward requested quietly but I detected in his voice that his patience was starting to wear thin, good. Let me try to kick it up a notch. Again my head shook stubbornly and I remained motionless standing my ground for as long as possible, putting off the inevitable.

"Just allow me to examine the damage he inflicted upon you, then I'll respect your wishes and leave."

My ears didn't miss the evident sadness in his voice and naturally my body reacted as it always does regarding him. There's this undeniable gravitational force that always brings us closer never further apart, molding us into one. Slowly I craned my head upwards, finally meeting him face to face and what my eyes discovered nearly ripped my heart to shreds and persistent remorse attacked my gut. The gut wrenching pain that clouded his stunning buttery eyes and facial expression was impossible to take in. Wait, are you kidding? This is exactly what he deserves! The bastard should feel like shit and guilty over the lies he shared and all the things he put you through. Deep down I partly agree with that assessment and know it to be true. But a bigger part only sees the man I once knew, who I cared immensely for, Eddie Masen. However sadly, reality had to be a bitch reminding that we're not back in high school. He's not the same person anymore and neither am I.

I exhaled lightly nodding my head, "Fine. Do what you need to do and then leave."

My voice sputtered out the last word finding it extremely difficult to let it free past my pursed lips. Edward's eyeballed me intently while cradling the right side of my face with his velvet soft hand.

"Bella, I'm profoundly and utterly sorry for everything and,"

"Yeah, me too." I interrupted coolly with a simple shrug of my shoulders.

After sighing long and heavy while throwing a remorseful glance my way Edward then carefully and lithely lifted my body off the ground, spooning me firmly against his heavenly chest. The way his outlined ripped biceps wrapped and curled underneath my legs left me speechless. Before given a chance to revel about the tender way he held my body he swiftly and effortlessly sprinted us both over to the sofa, immediately after gingerly laid me down. The fluffy material provided my backside instant warmth and comfort while it's tender shape contoured every inch of my aching, fatigued limbs. Instinctively my head rested against the couch arm then shifted myself into a half sitting position. Once settled I watched Edward direct back over to the balcony doors, shutting and locking them securely in a whirlwind speed. After turning around to face in my direction, he glared at me squarely then asked,

"Do you have a first aid kit? Some pain medicine?"

I nodded clearing my throat when his mesmerizing eyes nearly put me under a hypnotic state. "Yes, it's in the um bathroom."

Without replying he took off motioning in his elegant flash like speed directing over to my bedroom. I sighed deeply while retrieving a decorative afghan that's draped over the back of the sofa. After securely cocooning my body, I glanced around the now lit living room amazed but not surprised that Edward had flicked on the switch on the way over to my room. My gaze then shifted over to PT who was wound up into ball on the corner of the love seat. A gentle smile creased my mouth as my eyes studied the rise and fall of his body moving rhythmically.

"I took the liberty of giving him a treat and some water while you were sleeping before." Edward's wind chime voice broke in, snapping me out of my groggy state and my body automatically flinched.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." Edward apologized sincerely, again his voice made my center throb heatedly.

Hastily he knelt beside the edge of the couch then looked deeply into my eyes while cautiously inching closer and stopped at a respectable distance. Then quickly set some items on the coffee table, sure enough there was the First Aid Kit, a glass of water and a bottle of pills. My eyebrows raised questioningly regarding his previous comment and when my mouth pried open to question, he explained,

"He was begging for a treat. Little fur ball is relentless and persistent. Wonder where he gets that from?"

I glowered at him but unable to suppress a proud smirk as Edward flashed a teasing smile over my way. Not just any smile, a fine ass make my core tingle one that made his insanely attractive face brighten.

"Hey PT is the smart pussy he is thanks to me." I protested mock offensively struggling once more to hold back another smirk but failing miserably.

Edward shook his head incredulously, his amber orbs dancing across my face as he replied,

"Don't doubt that for a second. May I?" He nudged his head in the direction of my body which was hidden underneath the blanket.

Begrudgingly I relented, "Sure."

Edward then tentatively using human like speed to pull the blanket halfway down leaving only my arms to be revealed.

"I'm just going to take a look here, I'll be gentle, promise." He murmured tenderly, remorsefully referring to the wrist that he almost injured moments before.

"Ouch, shit." I hissed painfully the instant Edward's fingers barely made contact, lifting my arm tenderly with his right hand then palmed my wrist carefully while his orbs examined my bruised flesh.

His thick brows deeply creased, his face expressing regret and worry as his fingers glided around my skin delicately exercising such tenderness and care it my heart race flutter and soared in response. Jesus he can play doctor on me any day. Sweet lord he's incredibly sexy the way he's being so attentive and gentle in tending to my bruises. Okay Bella that is all fine and fuckin dandy but let's not forget he's the one who put them there. My eyes held their gaze analyzing each of his graceful movements as Edward proceeded with his thorough exam following procedure the way a doctor would. Speaking of, how does he even know what to do, what to look for?

"Does it hurt when I do this?" He asked, his tone anxious yet calm while rotating my wrist around carefully.

I held my breath in a effort to prevent a lustful moan that almost released out of my throat. Good God no it doesn't hurt. If anything his touch feels beyond delightful so much so my body is close to going under shock. But of course can't let him be aware of my passionate emotions, have to keep standing my ground and remind him every now and then that I'm still peeved. Yeah just keep playing that charade Swan. Choosing to ignore my ramblings by finally answered Edward with a stiff nod of my head.

"Good." Edward praised, relief clearly evident in his tone while his beautiful butterscotch pools examined my skin longingly.

My teeth roughly sucked in my lower lip while my mind tried to keep my emotions in check making sure to not get submerged in the beauty of his angelic face, lips, hair and body. Oh damnit, now the heat reemerged again spreading generously between my legs. How does he always do this to me?

"And here? How does it feel?" Edward pressed in a sultry, low voice that made all of my bones underneath my flesh tingle. His silky icy pads then put a gentle yet firm amount of pressure on the sides of my wrist then making a path over to where my veins lie and..

"Owww, fuck!" My voice whimpered distressingly through gritted teeth startling and alarming Edward. My eyes immediately spotting his shoulders tense as wrinkles creased his forehead while his face wore a furious yet rueful mask.

"Bella I'm, so sorry I did this to you, I,"

"Whatever, it's fine. I'm fine."

A low ferocious growl then pierced my eardrums causing me to jerk in my seat and with wide eyes I watched him drop my wrist so fast you'd think he was electrocuted. His eyes then locked intently on mine giving a incredulous yet guilt ridden stare that made my stomach pummel.

"Isabella, how can you... How can you simply disregard what I did? Look at it! Those bruises right there are the very reasons why I warned you on several occasions to keep your distance and suggested that you ask me to get out of your,"

"Are you kidding me?" I broke in dumbfounded and furious over his choice of words.

"I didn't know any better or who you really fuckin were! Okay I was aware of the obvious, you being a vampire. Hell, I bet my obliviousness was so convenient for you right? You took full advantage of the fact that I had no fuckin clue it was Eddie Masen who was stalking me, pleasuring me in my room in the middle of the night. Inviting yourself over whenever you damn well pleased and,"

Edward groaned petulantly throwing a puzzled glare my way with furrowed brows. "What does that have to do with... Bella please, will you take this seriously? Look at what I did. That's not even remotely close to the real damage I could have,"

Edward ceased mid sentence, allowing the unspoken words to suspend freely while masking a pained look that ripped my heart in two. My eyes cast downward much to my dismay, studying my arm that dangled over the side of the couch. Then flipped it around to have a closer view and instantly flinched at the sight. Sure enough he's right, but honestly he could have inflicted worse. After all if not him, Jake or anyone else for that matter, I myself always manage to cut or bruise my skin easily without any effort. This isn't the first time. Its barely noticeable. Are you kidding? It's a purplish blue hue already with light but noticeable traces of Edward's fingertips indentations. Even so it wasn't done on purpose the beast within invaded for a brief period cant fault him for that. Despite all the flurry of emotions I'm harboring towards him doesn't change what I believe that he'd never intentionally hurt me. I dunno seemed pretty damn intentional to me, you do recall your comment triggered his reaction right?

I finally responded with a casual shrug then sighed while placing my arm over my abdomen leaving my hand to rest on my waist. Then while avoiding his flaming eyes I mumbled,

"Edward, it's fine. I'm okay. It's not broken right? So.."

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Edward shaking his head in disbelief as his mouth shifted into a deep frown.

"It's fine? Are you listening to yourself?" He paused, admitting himself to exhale sharply then continued,

"Are you also willing to easily disregard what that mongr, I mean what he did?"

The mere mention of Jacob directed my attention to Edward once more and I glared at him heatedly. He refused to match my stare instead trained his gaze sorrowfully on the lower half of my body. Here we go again, does he really believe I'm that dense? That I didn't hear how he referred to Jacob as a dog again? What's up with that shit? As much as I wanted to demand for the answer, the fatigue invading my body and mind pushing my mouth to yawn loudly. Truthfully at this rate I'm too fuckin exhausted to get into it with him.

"Just fuckin leave." I mumbled coolly shifting my body over so my backside faced him.

"Isabella, you're exhausted, allow me to help you to bed and,"

I groaned loudly, "No, Edward I wont allow you to help me to bed! I'm a grown woman who's fully capable in taking care of myself and,"

A deep rumble radiated throughout the room which stopped my rambling short. My eyes automatically rolled when drawing to the obvious conclusion that I'm indeed without a doubt starving. Fuckin stomach, great timing.

"It seems the human is hungry. I'll make you something to eat. I brought over the food I planned on preparing tonight, it's no trouble at all."

I whirled around irritably opening my mouth to protest then closed it upon discovering he was already inside the kitchen, sneaky bastard.

"I'm not hungry. Just leave. I asked you to fuckin go Masen. I swear to God if you don't leave in the next five seconds then I'll,"

You'll do what Bella? Sure threaten a vampire, especially one you've known for several years and played for a fool back in high school. Good luck with that one. My ears perked listening to sounds of light clanging, then soft squeaks coming from opening and closing cabinets and lastly the refrigerator. And he implies I'm persistent? With a heavy sigh I rolled off the sofa then foolishly raising to my feet much too quickly and the trace of dizziness that plagued my head made me stumble. Just when my lips were this close to kissing the carpet, a icy hard frame collided against me instantly wrapping his arms around my back and breaking my fall. A soft, shuddering gasp escaped my throat when Edward's marble hands latched onto my hips securely. My hands automatically rested over his sculpted shoulders, grabbing a hold of his solid flesh firmly. Slowly my head craned upward and our eyes simultaneously locked. Goddamn him for being the most beautiful, celestial, luscious creature these eyes ever seen. Wait, stop the compliments for a second, is that a smirk etched on those tempting lips of his? Is he smirking?

"What's so funny?" I demanded tersely and Edward frowned instantly from the sharp tone to my voice.

For a split second pangs of guilt attacked my chest and heart over my childish, nasty reaction. No Swan don't get all soft now, stick to your guns, don't cave simply because he's magnificent, breathtaking, smells oh so delightful and embodies such a sensual voice. Christ I'm utterly hopeless.

"Nothing, it's just... I was remembering back in high school when you, well did that quite often. Fall or stumble I mean. And I was always around to catch you." He trailed off his voice hinting a trace of wistfulness his mouth then twitched into a sheepish grin that didn't meet his eyes.

Wetness my vision in response to his reminiscing and I swallowed thickly forcing down the sob that itched to free. Damn him he just had to bring up that shit didn't he? But well truth be told all though popular and part of the in crowd, it didn't change the fact I was a certified klutz and most of the times when an accident was about to occur, Edward was always around to pick me up. Always. My lids slipped shut as a soft, shaky exhale gust out of my mouth, the memories of yesteryear fighting to invade my mind bringing me back to a time that I hadn't given much thought about in so long.

"Bella, are you all right?" Edward's granite palms pressed the sides of my face, cupping my lukewarm skin gingerly. My teeth nibbled my upper lip anxiously in attempt to distract myself and pay no mind to his scorching pools that are most likely gazing intently at my face.

"Yeah you sure did." I whispered finally answering his previous remark. "And just like back then I didn't need saving, now let go."

Carefully my hands forcefully shoved his thin but tough shoulders and I gasped over their definition realizing Edward remained frozen in place, clearly unnerved or affected by my sudden strength. I sighed heavily while fat hot tears rolled past my shut lids. Christ I'm supposed to stay strong and not let him see me falling all kinds of apart.

"Bella," He murmured tenderly, sadly the sounds of his pain laced voice made me cry even more and then braced my trembling frame against his to support my almost fall once again.

Edward affectionately swiped each passing tear with his cold silky fingertips and I whimpered over the wonderful contact. Finally my eyes fluttered open but suddenly widened when catching Edward gracefully lapping my right cheek, tasting my tears with his chilly tongue. He eyed me watching him in wonder then drew his face away meekly. But continued to cradle my face using his thumbs to rub the apples of my tear stained cheeks in a feathery soft motion. I surrendered to his stimulating caresses, leaning my face deeper onto his hands. My mouth partly opened permitting a throaty moan to release and over the sound Edward's amber pools brimmed with arousal. Damn him, damn me. God more then anything I want his succulent full lips to kiss mine passionately, then our tongues would unite whirling and curling heatedly while our bodies press firmly against the others leaving no space in between. Dammit Bella here you go again, snap out of it!

"Why do you do that?" I questioned curiously forcefully breaking myself away from the sensual fantasies that almost invaded my mind. Edward smiled coyly in response to the hidden meaning of my question then pursed his lips tightly as a melancholy mask laced over his face.

"Because it's something of yours I can taste, without risking your," He shook his head pausing briefly then added in a purposely low tone, "life."

Amazingly I understood exactly what he meant tasting my tears is safe, an action he can do that won't end my life. Where as if he bit my neck and drank my blood or wasn't careful while giving me oral or while we finally do the deed, then the end results wouldn't be pleasant. True but the times he went down on me no hint of danger occurred that's because he channeled heaping amounts of self restraint to keep the blood thirsty beat under lock and key. Which tells you what?

"Why are you still here? Why aren't you leaving like I asked?" I idiotically accused repeating my earlier request that he still hadn't complied to. Denial, denial, just keep pretending you don't want him and see where that takes you.

Edward sighed heavily, gingerly brushing away a loose strand of hair from my left eye with his pointer finger.

"You don't want me to. Besides I haven't finished examining your wrist or those cuts you attained by that low life," He cut himself short when catching the disapproving glare I threw his way over the name calling towards Jake.

"Once I make you something to eat then your wish for me to leave will be granted." Edward inhaled deeply then back away slowly unfortunately breaking our tender embrace.

Shit again, again he's right. Of course I don't want him to leave not when I'm under such emotional and physical stress but the real reason is I'm needy and impossibly selfish. My heart and soul aches for him so desperately it's become completely out of my control. However that doesn't mean I'll take it easy on him either. Oh no. He will give me some answers, tonight.

"Okay but you're right though, I don't want you to go but only because I want answers, lots of them. So while you're playing doctor you can spill."

With that final note I flung myself back down on the sofa then raised into a upright position. Edward groaned, defeated and a passive, torn expression clouded his face. Just to get under his ice cold skin I raised one eyebrow my way of challenging him then threw him a pleading look for good measure.

"Fine. It's only fair I suppose, may I?" Edward motioned to a vacant area on the sofa, I nodded stiffly and then moving like a gentle gust of wind he seated on the plush cushion.

With baited breath my eyes intently surveyed his every move as he hesitantly turned over in my direction then glared straight into my eyes and naturally I was lured in, entranced by the beauty of his striking pools. He then placed his hands over mine which were rested over my lap and the marble texture to his flesh felt incredible with my warmth.

"Bella you desire some answers, well here they are," Edward began then hesitated for a second and proceeded in a firm, sincere voice. "I did not attack Mike and was most certainly not responsible for him going missing."

All though I'm fully aware of how completely childish and unreasonable my answer would be I granted my big mouth to voice,

"Yeah sure. Cause there are several other vampires who have a personal vendetta for Mike Newton right?"

My mouth automatically closed when Edward's saddened eyes trained on my face while a wounded expression creased his face. I could tell he was struggling to keep his emotions in check the way his brows tightly knitted together while exhaling a dead give away. His beautiful pale fingers raked through his tousled tendrils swiftly, roughly yanking the loose strands. Christ his hair is the very definition of sex hair, my fingers are just twitching like mad eager to grab a hold of those locks while he kisses my lips with such wild abandon. Oh for God sakes Swan, could you try getting your mind out of the gutter even for a little while? The sounds Edward clearing his throat grabbed my attention and watched as his eyes flickered training behind my shoulder, appearing contemplative.

"Isabella please allow me to explain, to tell my side of the story."

Once again my big flapper of a mouth had a mind of it's own speaking out of turn by objecting,

"Why should I? And too bad Mike isn't here to give his side of the story to share what really happened."

Jesus where's the mute button on you? Edward's exasperated sighs added to the tension and awkwardness that floated throughout the room. My cheeks immediately blazed tomato red the second he flashed a hurt and irritated glare. It was painfully obvious that his patience was wearing thin and that was enough cause to silence me. Suddenly Edward slowly inched himself closer till his seraphic face was centimeters away from mine and my breath hitched over the near proximity. Our hands remained intertwined clutching firmly and my heart hammered excitedly in reaction. A true tale sign of the effect he has over me no matter how much or little he does, whether I'm mad or not. Might as well admit he owns me, all of me, inside and out from my heart to my body and of course my soul.

His arctic granite fingers gingerly rested over the bruised portion of my wrist and there was no doubt in my mind what he was doing. Literally playing the role of an ice pack which is what exactly I would have utilized to help reduce the pain and swelling. Holy shit he truly is so ice cold, his solid flesh perfect enough to get the job done. Not only that but damn the way his cool pads felt over my aching flesh undeniably comforting and electrifying.

"You're right." Edward finally complied solemnly.

My chocolate browns met with his again which granted me a few seconds to immerse myself over his fragrant scent, that's so sweet and intoxicating my head felt light and woozy as a result. I shook my head in hopes to clear the daze that desperately fought to push its way in, then silently gave Edward the okay to speak by simply waving my unharmed hand. With an firm nod Edward continued,

"I'm fully aware of your doubts and that's completely understandable but I'm asking you to just have an open mind and really listen, please." He hesitated, double checking on where I stood waiting for my word for him to proceed and damn me for falling for his Jedi ways again.

I nodded and after taking a deep, long breath Edward surprisingly admitted, "Believe it or not I wish Mike was here to share his side. It would give me an idea about whoever had done that to him. Because it wasn't me Bella."

The intensity that etched in his exquisite eyes lured me in capturing and dazzling my heart. After a brief pause his musical voice stated genuinely,

"I did not attempt to murder Mike, kidnap him or drag him out into the middle of nowhere. But did I consider those options? Yes." Edward inhaled and exhaled rapidly his face displaying a mixture of remorse and anger.

"Truthfully after witnessing what happened between you and him, I went over several scenarios on ways to kill him. How to make it appear clean looking like it was a untimely, tragic accident. The authorities would pin it as a wild animal that attacked him while he was hiking in the woods. Him being in the wrong place at the wrong time deal."

Edward ceased momentarily to analyze my reaction but all I provided was my best poker face and another nod of my head to prompt him forward. Without wasting time he continued,

"But then while actually confronting the vile bastard, I was unable to actually commit the act. Not for his sake, because the lowlife deserved it from the thoughts alone he had about you, along with his actions. But because it would put my new... family at risk. Everything they worked hard for, for centuries would have went completely down the drain. And then the most important reason it would've gone against everything my father, I mean he believes in." Edward trailed off, expressing a distant look as his orbs shifted down avoiding the puzzled and shocked glare I threw his way.

Wait a minute, did he actually imply that he knew what Mike was thinking? And he also mentioned his father, a new family, does that mean his parents are vampires too? Well a couple of nights before Edward had referenced having brothers and sisters. Which absolutely makes no sense because he was an only child, so to say I'm confused would be an understatement.

"Bella, what's wrong? You're face is, no offense, paler then mine." Edward chuckled lightly grinning halfheartedly.

He squeezed my left hand soothingly while his right kept working it's magic on my now numb and almost pain free wrist. Who needs a doctor when I've got the finest vamp right here tending all my needs, from providing head spinning oral to healing my bruises. Swan, focus back to the discussion at hand! My head titled sideways while arching my eyebrow upward then looked at him questioningly.

"I'm fine. It's just, well you said his thoughts we're almost worse then what he did to me. Do you, read minds?"

Edward scoffed rolling his eyes amusingly while shaking his head,

"Isabella dear, may I highly suggest you have a hearing exam because I said no such,"

"Cut the ObiWan crap Masen! You can't pull one over me this time, I know what I heard. I would hope after everything you could at least be straight with me on this, please. Do you read minds?"

Damn it sounds far stretched to even suggest. Then again he already endures super speed, strength and everything else that's fuckin perfect. What's one more thing?

Edward breathed out sharply appearing uncomfortable and hesitant all though can't imagine why. If indeed he reads minds that's seriously incredible and maybe a little bit freaky. But just think how amazing would it be to possess such a trait?

"I can read every persons mind I come across, apart from yours." Edward relented grimly still wearing wore a awkward mask. His buttery pools fixed on our joined hands avoiding to check my response which for some reason I found his embarrassment to be undoubtedly adorable.

Wow, so Mr. Perfect inherits some flaws well one that I'm aware of, a big one in fact regarding me. He's unable to tap into my thoughts? That makes a whole lot of sense come to think of it with his what are you thinking and staring at me like I'm a difficult math problem deal. Interesting. Deciding wickedly to have fun with his confession, I challenged,

"So you can tune into every person's thoughts but mine, really? Are you sure? Why don't we test it out, what am I thinking right now?" I smirked mockingly glaring at him teasingly and all the while suppressing a fit of giggles.

Edward groaned shaking his head determinedly, "There's no use in trying. Believe me I've attempted several times and,"

"Oh come on, just try, again." I paused briefly, leaning forward until our faces were a mere noses apart. Then with a innocent yet mischievous smile my tongue slowly and seductively glided over my bottom lip.

"What am I thinking Edward?"

My warm breath fanned over his exquisite face and he moaned softly under his breath almost inaudibly and my eyes didn't miss the smoldering glint in his vivid pools. After sighing longingly he whispered,

"I don't need to read your mind to know what you're thinking."

"Which is?" I pressed as my lips ghosted against his planting a tender chaste kiss. Edward grunted deeply the sounds of his sultry voice made my center ache and burn maddeningly.

"That you're utterly confused, overwhelmed, upset and in desperate need of answers." Edward simply stated while the corners of his lips curved into a smirk.

Before I could spew a reply, his cold marble flesh meshed with mine gingerly and too briefly. Oh that devious bastard. My body swayed slowly from side to side, a result from being dazzled and fuckin blown away from a simple kiss. Simple but yet so damn head spinning.

"Lucky guess." I grumbled bitterly while retreating away from our close proximity.

Edward chuckled quietly, "There's no need to guess when it comes to you, you're easy to read. I know you better then anyone just like you know me." His eyes glistened wistfully and a sober expression crossed his face.

I sighed sadly, shaking my head in disagreement. "Actually you're wrong. You don't know the Bella now. You knew the Bella from high school. Just like I only know the Eddie Masen from years ago. This, the new version of you I'm just getting acquainted with." I carefully pulled my hand away from under his then waved up and down, imitating a woman from a game show that's pointing out the grand prize.

Edward frowned, his features twisting into a saddened look. "Regrettably you're somewhat correct. But if you give me the chance to show you who I am now, then,"

Hmm, would that entail him being naked? Oh yes please. You are such a hussy Swan.

"I'd like that but," I wavered absentmindedly applying pressure on my upper lip with my teeth. "So, you seriously can't tap into my mind at all?"

Yes Bella didn't he just say that already twice? Edward nodded firmly staring directly into my eyes while my voice idiotically questioned,

"Is there something wrong with me?"

Edward laughed incredulously and immediately my cheeks flushed the stabs of feeling foolish tore at me every which way.

"I admit to reading minds but you think somethings wrong with you?"

I scowled agitatedly. "Glad I amuse you."

Edward shook his head in protest while mapping my jaw tenderly with his pointer finger and my heart and chest warmly rejoiced in response. His golden eyes twinkled in humor as his mouth curved showing his signature heart melting, crooked grin.

"Not amusing, cute."

I rolled my eyes dismissing his comment off but naturally my heart and mind had a different take on it all.

"You see trying to read your mind is like tuning in on a a.m. station. You hear some signal but you can't quite get it to tune in clearly." Edward explained capturing my undivided attention once more.

But quickly recovered glaring elsewhere in fear of being sucked in by his captivating and alluring ways. Once I cleared some of my mush filled head, it was able to process the latest discovery. What he said actually makes sense to my surprise, so that's one down and several more questions to go.

"So then, what was he thinking?" I pressed instantly regretting it the second Edward threw a displeased glare. After a long, thoughtful pause, he inhaled keeping his gaze directed at my wounded wrist.

"How does it feel?"

He removed his fingers off my flesh gently then rotated it cautiously several times. Edward's narrowed orbs remained fixed on the evident purple and blue marks. I scowled heatedly as a realization struck, damn that stubborn immortal! I'm no fool, all aware of what he's doing trying to dodge my question and prolonging to answer using every excuse in the book possible. Purposely using my injured wrist to dodge subject of Mike Newton all together.

"Fine." I finally replied keeping the scowl planted on my face. "Better now, thanks. So about what I asked what was Mike.."

Edward's brows wrinkled, his face wearing a contemplative expression while his aggravated eyes darted over to the glass of water that remained untouched on the coffee table.

"You appear thirsty. Here drink some of this."

His snow white hand retrieved the glass off the table fleetly then handed it over to me. I glared at him longingly, accusingly and Edward matched it pleading me by a simple stare alone soon finding myself succumbing to his deep spell. I huffed irritably and with a shake of my head, gulped down half of the water in one helping. The cool, refreshing liquid quenching my thirst proving instant relief which helped my very dry, achy throat. But not enough apparently because after drinking the entire glass in a matter of seconds my throat and mind screamed for more. Of course there was no need to voice that to Edward since he was on top of things refilling my glass quickly and I chugged it down faster then the first round. After handing him back the empty glass I eyeballed him while muttering tersely,

"Okay I drank the damn water. Now spill Edward, what did he,"

Annoyingly Edward gracefully launched off the sofa before my final words escaped my mouth. He stood with his back turned to me appearing magnificently statuesque then walked a couple of steps forward stopping when he was about a foot away from where I'm sitting. Goddamn him, again avoiding the fuckin question, why? What could be so horrible that Mike thought that he's so unwilling to share? You have to ask. This is Mike Newton were talking about here probably about 90% of his thoughts are repulsive and vulgar.

"You really should have something to eat." Edward suggested in a deep, stressed etched voice in an ill attempt to throw me off guard.

However he should damn well know by now how relentless and stubborn I can be. No more like masochistic. I mean really why on God's name would you even want to hear what that perverted son of a bitch thinks of you anyway? Tuning out my irritating inner voice I willed my body off the sofa and hurriedly traveled over to him. Edward flinched the second my hand connected with his icy, steel wrist, circling over the firm flesh with my fingers. While remaining in position my eyes suddenly widened over the sight of Edward's frame going extremely rigid and in turn showcased the muscles of his shoulders and back. Good fuckin lord it should be illegal to have such an incredible luscious body. I would give anything just to finally see it with my own two eyes then lick and taste every crevice of his glorious flesh. His angry filled sighs pulled me out of my almost fantasies catching his firm, pained look that he supplied from behind perfectly defined shoulder. His eyelids then fluttered shut and he exhaled quietly appearing completely torn and unsure whether to answer. From that sight alone I nearly surrendered deciding to drop the subject all together cause honestly does it really matter what Mike was thinking when he tried to force himself on me? But since I'm a true glutton for punishment my voice stupidly pleaded,

"Edward, please just tell me."

I watched anxiously as Edward tortuously slow motioned around to face me. My hand automatically dropped his wrist when Edward's elegant hands palmed his face. Rubbing it up and down continuously until he finally spoke in a hoarse and dark tone that caused immediate shivers to radiate up my spine.

"He was thinking of ways to violate your body. What positions to try on you, how to make you quiet so no one would hear your cries. He wanted you to beg him to stop once he... penetrated so hard it would make you bleed. He fantasied about you losing breath after forcing himself inside you so deep that... and after wards he planned on leaving you lying in your own pool of blood, tears and sweat like the dirty whore he thinks you are.." Edward's voice fiercely trembled brimmed with intense rage and disgust while a strangled gasp erupted out of the back of my throat.

"He also wanted to take pictures of you naked, scared, crying and show it to whoever who would look. That's what that despicable son of a bitch was thinking. So there you have it. Your answer. Are you satisfied now that you know?" Edward paused briefly when his eyes caught the repulsed, horror stricken expression on my face.

My body shivered erratically as the room started to spin frantically while my chest painfully tightened, the shock hitting on me like a pile of bricks. Acid bile relentlessly fought to emerge out of my throat causing a wave of nausea to plague my insides. Perfect, this could only mean...

"I'm going to be, oh god."

Just as the last word drew out of my parted mouth burning liquid released, landing right onto my perfect spot free carpet. Christ if there weren't ten other million things racing through my brain at the moment I'd be thoroughly humiliated over this. Before given the opportunity to mumble apologies, he was on top of things once again cleaning up after my disgusting foul odored mess. I couldn't feel more like a fuckin two year old that just threw up the dinner she didn't want then I did that very moment. After a minute or two of awkward silence decided that freshening up was in major order. Cause there's no way in hell these nasty stinky lips of mine will be kissing his again while having vomit breath. I shuddered over the mere visual then excused myself thankful that he understood and granted me the space I needed.

After brushing my teeth thoroughly three times then washing my face, I hastily changed into some comfortable yet sexy pj's, a red and black cotton short shorts and a tight fitted dark red tank. Even though it wasn't my intention to dress or appear sexy and certainly didn't feel like it, I must have looked the part, cause upon reentering the living room Edward's eyes roamed scoping my length shamelessly. Of course he probably assumed my eyes didn't catch his appreciative, subtle glances. Honestly it didn't bother me, not one damn bit after all I've been eye fuckin him all night so in my book he has free reign to do the same.

After we flashed each other gentle, welcoming smiles I trotted over to the sofa. Without missing a beat Edward grabbed a hold of my waist and effortlessly pulled me onto his lap. Then maneuvered my small frame towards his chest where I nestled comfortably in his tender secure embrace. Reflexively my head tucked underneath his chin then helped myself to a deep inhale of his inviting aroma and it engulfed my lungs to it's fullest capacity. Suddenly a wave of dizziness invaded my entire head followed by a unrelenting dull throbbing that attacked the back. I groaned painfully but soon after hummed contentedly when Edward's silky lips brushed back and forth across my lukewarm forehead.

"Bella, I sincerely apologize. I shouldn't have told you any of that." Edward's tone was laced with remorse and I sighed sadly in response..

"Stop, you have nothing to be sorry for." I assured firmly, gently, "I was the one who wanted to know. God, I just," My voice broke off when the annoying sobs made an appearance, crying hard against his throat.

"God Isabella I'm really sincerely sorry. Is there anything I can do?"

Edward's thin smooth fingers threaded through my tangled hair soothingly and instantly my eyes fluttered closed over the loving contact. The whirlwind of emotions my mind and heart were baring momentarily dissipated granting me a moment to sort out what he asked. After clearing my throat and rubbing my eyes tiredly with clenched fists they pried back open. Dipping my head away from underneath his chin leaving our faces inches apart and my doe brown's to lock on his buttery pools. His expression held such anguish and grief that my heart ached violently over the sight. I wanted to look away to be a coward and not face this head on but surprisingly remained strong while voicing my request.

"Yes there is something you can do. Tell me what happened when you confronted him and don't you dare leave anything out."

Edward inhaled sharply averting his penetrating gaze away from minutely, then looked directly onto my face while replying,

"After urging you to leave I approached him from behind then grabbed a hold of his shirt and pinned him against the wall, forcing him to face it so he couldn't see who I was. Then threatened him, warning that if he ever attempted to touch or speak to you again he wouldn't live to see another day."

I breathed out shakily, "So if, lets say he didn't heed your warning you would've.."

"Without blinking an eye, yes. And I'm not sorry for considering that or for roughing him up. He had it coming Bella after what he did."

"Yes that's true but why am I getting it was more for your benefit? Revenge for the hell he put you through back in high school."

Edward immediately shook his head in protest while I felt like an ass for implying such an insensitive thing, "No, that played no factor in, can you please not bring that up again?" The iciness to his musical voice made my heart hammer roughly against my ribs.

I glowered while studying him critically for several moments then huffed deeply. Again, feeling too fatigued to have it out with him yet apparently not enough because the nagging urge to ask one thing, the most important thing pushed me to open my mouth. But before my voice freed Edward interceded, catching me completely off guard with a mere few words..

"Now that you received the answers you were seeking, it's my turn."

A/N: What do you know I just realized this chapter is the shortest to date, haa. Anyway there you have it, the first of four chapters where Edward finally reveals his story and him and Bella face many revelations and feelings head on! Then after, that one of my favorite chappies in the entire story will be posted, Chapter 16, featuring a certain Cullen who will appear in most of the chapters after and has a separate chapter with their point of view in chapter 20! The dreamy Edward will also have a chappie in his POV also in chapter 21! So stay tuned lovelies the ride is just beginning. Thanks soo very much for reading, you all rock, *hugs and reviews will equal a sneak peek of Chapter 13 in your inbox! See you very soon at Chapter 13 :)