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Damien's POV

She fell into a peaceful sleep. No red eyes and no fear, just a peaceful calm sleep. I'd been watching her sleep for an hour now, when her mind started conjuring up a nightmare. I tried waking her up but she kept running, her mind twisting my voice to assimilate his. When she did wake up I was mesmerized. I've spent four long days away from her, four long days without looking into her light brown eyes. I was so caught up in her beautiful eyes I didn't hear Francis coming. He wasn't supposed to be here yet! We didn't know how he would handle himself! He might not be able to control his hunger around her.

I shoved him out of the room warning him to stay away from her until she was ready. He laughed at my protectiveness but took off to find Jasper. I inhaled several times before coming in. She looked tired and scared. I convinced her to go to sleep and I watched as her chest rose and fell evenly. My entire body ached just watching her. I can still remember the emptiness that filled my cold body when Carlisle told me she lost her memory. I felt hurt, betrayed. I would never forget her! I couldn't. Disappointment washed over me as she failed to remember me, even after our conversation. I had hoped that maybe listening to my voice or talking to me would help her remember, but it didn't. But my disappointment didn't last long. When she told me how she felt, how she knew she needed to remember me, it made me feel alive again, as alive as I can get.

So I decided maybe her forgetting wasn't bad. It could give me an opportunity to woo her into a relationship with me. Yes, that would definitely be worthy of my time. I would court her, take her on date's and be her friend before anything romantic. But I knew that last part would be hard. Heck, I didn't even want to try it but Alice insisted that a girl appreciated knowing we wanted their friendship as well other than just…well… other stuff. I don't even know what she was implying, well I did but that's beside the point. Of course I wanted to be her friend but I'd rather be more than that. That's probably what she was referring to, the need to know that I appreciated her friendship not just her physical beauty.

I was comfortable enough just sitting there, watching her sleep, but a noise from the adjoining living room caught my attention. Francis and Jasper walked in quietly. I stood up instantly, closing the double doors of the room behind me, keeping her in and them out.

"Hang loose man, I'll fix her." Francis said. I rolled my eyes. By his appearance you would never guess that during his human years, he had been part of the Hippie Movement. His casual "threads" as he would call it portrayed him as an average 22 year old American living the party life. His dark brown hair contrasting with his pale white skin, were of great attraction for the ladies. He wasn't much of a hippie anymore, after he was turned what he believed in, freedom and piece, didn't really matter anymore. Although he did claim to have never really been active in the movement, he was more interested in the parties, the girls and the "herbs".

"I could have healed her too." I grunted. The only reason why Francis was here was because he refused to let me "borrow" his powers. Frustrating as it was, I understood he didn't appreciate me stealing his powers the first time. Actually the first time was an accident, but now that I needed them he asked question, a lot of them. I had no choice but to tell him why. After my quickly summarized story, not only did he refuse but he insisted on coming back with me. He said her injuries were too serious for a ditz. I didn't appreciate being called an idiot, but I did see his point. I called Carlisle to inform him and we decided to get her out of the hospital to keep France away from injured people and blood.

"Your lady is one righteous babe, man" he said with a cocky grin. I didn't like that grin. It implied his thoughts weren't necessarily clean, and they weren't. "What I don't dig is how our kind can score with a human? Isn't it kind of gnarly man?" he continued.

I grunted and looked away, I was not about to answer that. "Bro, don't tell me all you've done is swamp spit?" he asked amazed. He didn't even wait for me to answer he just continued "Wicked! That skirt's got you all worked up!"

"Shut up Francis! We need to heal her, the sooner the better." I said taking in a deep breath "Carlisle said that waiting could permanently damage her system, it could be irreversible. So as soon as she is deep asleep you will heal her. You think you can handle yourself around her?" I asked him more calmly towards the end of my rant. He was a new vampire, with only 45 years of immortality under his belt, not including his human life, he was young. I wasn't completely sure about letting him so close to her. He could lose control and might end up hurting her.

"Don't sweet it! As long as I have my "kool aid" I'm good man" he claimed as his hands reached behind him, pulling out what looked like a hospital bag of blood. He smiled widely as he punched a hole through the top with a straw and started drinking.

I watched him amazed. The most dangerous, deceitful predator in the world drinking blood out of a bag with a straw! I couldn't help but laugh. You could literally see the white bendy straw turn red as the blood flowed thickly to the top. I saw Jasper bending over in laughter too after trying but failing miserably to control himself. Francis reminded me of a five year old drinking Capri Sun, except the pouch was see through and it had blood instead of juice!

"You are one scary vampire. Did you know that Francis?" I said sardonically, trying to catch my breath. I took out my phone and took a picture, I'm sure Millie would enjoy this too.

"Right on, man!" He said. He wasn't oblivious to me mocking him, but as a peaceful vampire, he decided to ignore my comments and just agree. He walked over to the sofa and leaned into it, continuing to drink his "kool aid".

We stopped laughing as soon as the front door opened to reveal Carlisle. "I see that you're enjoying your time here. I do hope that you decide to join us and learn our ways Francis. It would make us very happy to have you in our family." Carlisle said as he walked in noticing the blood pouch. He did and extremely good job at hiding his amusement, but I could see the laughter in his eyes. He walked in farther into the room. Carlisle looked at me and asked if Millie was sleeping.

"She is. I think now is the best time to do this. She is afraid of Francis, so doing this while she is sleeping would be the better option." I answered. We made our way into the room, but not before the front door opened again. Jacob and Emmett walked in laughing about something, but soon their expressions turned serious as they reached us.

"I think I should be present during this procedure, we don't want her surrounded just by leeches, do we?" Jacob said keeping a watchful eye on Francis. He noticed the pouch of blood. But he only smirked and refrained from making any comments. He'd rather see him drinking blood out of a pouch rather than a human's body.

We stepped into the bedroom, walking silently around the bed. Millie was sleeping soundly without any disturbing nightmares. I wonder if this is the first time she dreams about James? It didn't provide any comfort for me to know that even after his death, he was still traumatizing her. The only good thing about her nightmare was that it signified that her memories weren't completely lost. They were just suppressed deep in her mind.

Carlisle informed Francis in detail about all her injuries, her collapsed lungs, her broken ribs, her fractured spine and the high possibility of having future problems because of the brain trauma.

Francis stood by the door inhaling deeply, his eyes darkened visibly and both Jacob and I growled deep in our throats. His gaze looked over us both before landing firmly on her sleeping body. He took a step closer but stopped instantly when both our growling increased as our bodies took on a defensive stance. Stepping forward to prevent him from coming any closer, Jacob and I agreed on something for the first time. Keep Francis away from her. At least until he was visibly controlled.

"I'm just trying to get used to her smell" he said inhaling deeply again "I'm no ditz. The last thing I want is to get pounded by any of you." he continued. He did seem to be keeping his distance, slowly approaching the bed. His eyes were still too dark for my comfort but I could tell he was trying to control his hunger. I also saw that Jasper was helping him in this area too. Jasper might have had some trouble around her before, but now he had spent enough time with her to be able to breathe without any consequences.

Alice chose to walk in at that moment, breaking the tension in the room. "Have you started? Is she healed? I can't wait for her to walk again. She is in need of major clothing at the moment. I can see a shopping spree coming!" she squealed as she pranced her way over to Jasper, leaning up to give him a quick peck on the lips. I smiled as I saw Frances expression.

"Bro, your chick is way loaded!" He said to Jasper as he watched Alice. She caught his eyes as he continued to speak "babe, you need to lay of the maryjane. Too much of it isn't good. Trust me, I did acid for a while, and even though it's a trip babe, it's not good for you." he said with a serious and somewhat concern expression on his face.

The first one to break the silence was Jake. He was clutching his stomach with one hand and covering his mouth with the other. He had to step out of the room to keep from waking up Millie with his loud laughter. Jasper was smiling widely as he pulled his wife to him, placing a light kiss on top of her head. Carlisle just smiled and looked away, probably trying to avoid any eye contact, he wouldn't be able to control his laughter if he met anyone's humorous gaze.

"Did you just insult me Francis?" she asked trying to be serious, a hidden smile just below the surface of her tight lips. She understood what he said and thought it was hilarious like the rest of us, but she was trying to be serious with him, forcing a frown on her forehead.

"I would never insult a foxy lady like yourself babe" he smiled and winked at her, bringing his attention back to Millie. He took a step closer, taking deep breaths as he processed her aroma. Jake stepped back into the room, positioning himself protectively in front of the bed, huge grin on his face. Francis looked him over and kept walking. He inhaled deeply again, but this time he scrunched his nose.

"Groady man, you reek!" he said sniffing Jake disgustingly. "Far out! Nothing like wet dog smell to take your hunger away!" he continued to say excitingly with a huge smile making its appearance. His eyes were no longer the dark shade that hunger represented. It was kind of funny what the effect of wolf stink could do to a vampires hunger. This was the first time I appreciated Jake's presence. Well, maybe the second, after all he did help out with James. I owe that mutt too many favors, and he knew it too. I could see it in his smug expression.

I looked around, taking in everyone's stance. They all finally seemed relaxed, but you could feel the anticipation in the air. Almost everyone was in this room except Rosalie, Esma and Edward. Frances was now standing over Millie, right next to me, watching her without blinking even once. His stance was tense and he was trying not to breath but he was reasonably under control. I was trying to pick up on his thoughts but they were so random, it was hard to understand them. He was thinking about Millie then his thoughts suddenly changed to his dinner. Quicker than I could catch they changed to his human days, of when he used to rally and hang out. Within fractions of a second he was thinking of the day he was bitten, but he quickly pushed those thoughts away. Finally, he pondered on how much of a lucky bastard I was for having Millie. I had to agree with his last thought. I was one lucky fucken bastard.

He extended his hands over her midsection, lingering his hand about an inch away from her skin. He was scanning her body to sense the degree of her injuries. If you were a normal human being watching him, you would think he was a crazy wanna be healer because you couldn't see anything happening. But for the remainder of earth's inhabitants, the supernatural creatures, we could sense a change in the atmosphere, a change in the air around us. As he once explained to me "it feels like I'm pulling the energy from the earth, the energy around me", and so it seem he did. But this wasn't the good part yet. He was currently only analyzing her injuries. After he examined her abdominal injury, including her spine, he proceeded to study her head. I noticed a frown appear as he continued to pass his hands over her forehead, slowly moving around her head. I wanted to know what that frown implied but his thoughts were concentrated only on the energy.

Finally, he stopped and turned around to look at us, frown still in place. "We can fix her man, but her brain injuries are a bit more complicated. I'ma need you to help" he said stepping away from her head and moving closer to her stomach. He just stood there watching her, before he spoke. "These injuries are easy to fix but she has some brain lesions that are complicated, bro. By the extent of the damage some of her cells have, she should have already started showing complications, memory loss being one, headaches, neck pain, spacing out randomly unaware of the time, trouble processing a thought or communicating an idea. There are many things, have any of you noticed anything?" he asked everyone in the room.

She looked fine to me. The little time I spent with her earlier she showed no signs. This can't be happening. Not to her. Francis has to be able to fix this, he has to. I couldn't go on living my immortal life knowing that I fucked up her human one. She didn't deserve this! Why did it have to be her! Life really has a way on messing with the better people in this world. I mean Bella only broke her leg, big deal! She wasn't going to go through life, confused half the time. A self centered mole on this earth and she only breaks her leg! We need to fix this, it has to be fixable. It just has to!

Good thing Edward wasn't here. He wouldn't appreciate my "positive" thoughts. I didn't hate the girl. I just hated how Millie had to get royally fucked up to save her life.

"She complained of a headache once. Edward told me." Alice responded as she continued to think "Also, obviously, the memory loss. But I've been spending some time with her and the other day we were talking and she stopped out of nowhere. She just spaced out and when I called her name she just looked at me weirdly before telling me she lost her train of thought. I didn't make much of it because we all have those moments. But now that I think about it, she never did finish telling me her story" she finished in concern. Why would she not think much out of that! fucken shit! She had brain trauma! She didn't fall and scrap her knee!

"I've been keeping an eye on her as well. I did notice that she was having trouble coordinating her movements when she was eating. But it only happened once and after checking her all over, giving her some eye-hand coordination exercises it hasn't appeared again. But it could still show up in unexpectedly" Carlisle informed.

"What the hell! Why haven't I been informed!" I growled. It was hard trying to control all the contradicting emotions I was feeling. The anger over not being able to protect her, the anguish and worry over her well being and finally the sadness over the path her life had taken.

"Dude, relax. We'll start treating her lesions in slow degrees. Trying to fix it all at once could make it worse. It'll work, I can feel it." A small smile appeared on his lips as he continued "Guess I'll be sticking around man."

He didn't wait for me to make any response. He turned around positioning himself over her midsection and started working. You could instantly feel the change. You could almost literally feel the energy moving around you, slowly caressing your skin as it made its way towards the bed. If you listened carefully you could actually hear her insides slowly moving. You could hear the healing process being accelerated. It wasn't necessarily that you were listening to the cells replicate and develop to form woven bone. It was more like listening to the energy moving. Have you ever imagined how tingling would sound? Not like bells, more like a beautiful buzzing. Its complicating to explain, but something amazing to experience.

"I wonder if she can feel it." Jake asked visibly amazed. He wasn't trying to hide it either. Vampire or not, it was easy to admire someone with healing capabilities like the ones Francis possessed.

"It feels like a feather is caressing your skin." Francis whispered keeping his concentration on Millie. He motioned for me to help. I stood next to him extending my hands allowing my body and mind to imitate him. I concentrated on his power, the energy around us and soon I was helping with the healing process. All it took was my concentration. I could feel the energy leaving my hands as her body soaked it all up. We worked on her abdomen for about thirty minutes, moving from one injury to another. She stirred a couple of time but she quickly went back to sleep.

We moved on to her brain. He explained to me how we needed to concentrate on the dead cells to clear out the areas around the lesions and avoid infection. After that we helped her brain heal minor swelling and injuries, restricting ourselves from accelerating the process too much.

This has to work! Helping her brain heal, making the necessary changes to her healing, as to prevent any consequences, has to work! And if it didn't? No, I wasn't even going to consider that possibility. I wouldn't be able to look at myself without the regret. I would never be able to look at her without hating myself. So I didn't have many options. It either worked or it worked.

"Damien…" I heard a faint whisper. I turned quickly to look at Millie but she was still sleeping. Looking around for the owner of the voice, my eyes landed on Alice. Her gaze was lost, fixed on the wall behind us. She was having a vision, a vision that quickly flashed before my eyes as well.

I saw Millie sitting on a carpeted floor in the middle of the living room. She was laughing and smiling, happiness radiating from her body. She was talking to someone, trying to pursue them to go into her extended arms. Her beautiful curls framing her face as they bounced around with her bodies movement. I could see her lips moving but I couldn't hear anything. Her fingers curled into her palm as she continued to coax her visitor into her arms. Behind her, through the entrance to the living room, I could see the figure of a man with only his lower half visible. He looked to be dressed in a dark blue suit giving out the aura of a business man. It was like I was watching Millie through someone else's eyes. Suddenly the vision had audio. I could hear her laughter and joy mixed with innocent giggles, the giggles of a toddler. My vision became obstructed as a small body, with beautiful naturally curly brown hair crossed my visual path. The small toddler wobbled her way into Millie's arms, squeaking out a shy "mommy" as Millie picked her up and gave her a big hug, congratulating the little girl for her bravery I suppose. She leaned away from the baby asking her "want to go say hi to daddy?" while the little girl only nodded yes. Millie was standing up as I heard the man speak. "How are my two favorite girls in the world doing?" His face never came into view, but his voice sounded strong and confident. It also held a hint of pride as he spoke the "his" girls.

My chest tighten. That's not my voice. That couldn't possibly be my voice. Even if for some strange reason Millie and I would ever have the opportunity to have children that was still not me. That could never be me. I'm a dead predator living an immortal life, destined to a life without ever having the opportunity to have kids. And she wasn't.

I felt anger rise as betrayal took over me. Would she leave me one day? How could she leave me! How could she claim to love me know, but clearly she would be with someone else in the future. How? If only I could know who that son of bitch was. I could end this. No one was going to take her away. She's mine!

I staggered back. Away from her body. Francis frowned and finished up the first session of healing for her brain. I couldn't be here. I need to leave.

I watched her chest rise and fall evenly. Her heart rate increasing rapidly. But her mind was free of dreams. I was momentarily confused but decided I couldn't stay behind. She was about to wake up and the last thing I wanted to do is reproach to her about something that hasn't happened yet. Something that wont happen.

Anger blaring through my body, I jumped out the window, landing safely 25 stories down. I felt the concrete floor crack underneath me but it did not stop me. I took off, escaping the city as fast as I could. I could still hear Alice's shocked thoughts, begging me to come back. Everyone except Alice left the room quickly before she woke up.

A strong pull made me stopped as I hear through Alice that she was asking for me. I wanted to turn back, to be with her. But I also needed to stay away. I could not see her without allowing her to see my anger and disappointment. So instead, I continued to run.

Melanie's POV

I woke up to topaz eyes gazing into me. I stifled a scream before realizing it was Alice. I felt like a rock band was playing inside my heart. It was pounding loudly, I could almost hear it. I scanned the room expecting for some reason the find more people there. I had a weird sensation that Alice was not the only one that had been in my room. I was actually hoping to find Damien sitting on the couch, watching over me. A small pain took over my chest as disappointment washed over me.

"Where is Damien?" I asked Alice. Her eyes darted to the window nervously before taking in a deep breath.

"He went out" she said rapidly " he has a couple of errands to run, so he left… but he'll be back don't worry" she added quickly as my face fell. For a minute there I thought he left me again.

"Can I ask you a question Millie, it's a bit personal, but I have to know" Alice continued taking a seat next to me. I nodded my head as I struggle to sit up. She quickly helped me lean against the headboard, placing a pillow behind me.

"What do you feel for Damien? I'm sure your confused right now and don't know how to interpret your feelings, but I really need you to try. And please answer me as honestly as you can" she said. Her eye held pain and anguish but a small glint of hope was trying to sneak in between all the sorrow. Why was she asking me this? I don't know what I feel for him. I haven't spent time with him at all. Just a brief moment last night and our short conversations.

How am I supposed to feel about him? Sure, he inspired different feelings that I haven't felt before. He made me feel like I belong all along. He made me feel happy and safe. He made me feel angry too, over not remembering. An anger at myself because I knew that we shared something special. I wanted something special with him and I wanted to remember that special thing we had. It frustrated me immensely not to be able to be openly free to him about all this strange emotions I felt. What if they were just one sided and we never really shared anything? What if it had always just been me wanting to be with him? Only a dream.

But I could never voice my feeling to him. Never. Not while they were so confuses about this feeling for me. Because I knew that I liked him in a way. Maybe I was obsessed. But I mean who wouldn't. He's just drop dead gorgeous, he is caring and always make me feel needed.

"I don't know Alice" I answered. It was hard enough admitting to myself that my "slight" obsession with Damien was making me like him. I couldn't admit it to her too. Could I?

"Please Millie, try and figure it out. I wont tell him anything. I just need to know." she pleaded. I felt and saw her need to know and understand my feelings. It was a bit unsettling but I somehow felt compelled to eliminate her anguish.

"okay, but you have to answer one question of mine, at least one" I said she quickly agreed with a nod of her head as a visibly happy smile appearing on her thin lips.

"Were me and Damien just friend before or were we something?" I asked as my heart stated to pound loudly.

"I can't tell you. He'll know I told you. He can read minds too" she said. OH! He can read minds? He can read minds! Oh my fucken crap. He's been listening to my internal ranting all along!

"Don't freak! Remember he just got here. He only saw your dreams. Nothing else. Not yet" she continued as she pulled my hands in hers "will you please tell me. He wont hear anything from me, I can avoid his mind searching abilities easily." she said, instantly giving me an idea.

"Okay but only if you promise to show me how to hide my thoughts too." I said watching her face for any sort on negative reaction.

"Perfect! It wont be hard either. You could do that before" she said. What! I could block my thoughts before. Oh man I needed to remember these last two months.

"Okay so you'll teach me, right?" I wanted to confirm. A verbal and clear yes was what I needed.

"Yes, I'll help you learn how to block your thoughts." she said happily "now, can you tell me" she asked concern visibly taking over her features.

"I… I… I think I'm…obsessed with him." I said softly, a shocked expression coming over her face. " I mean, what else could it be. I'm constantly thinking about him, wondering what he looks like, where he is, when he's coming back. I even wonder about what he and I were before I lost my memory. And I can't help but be whish full and hope we were more than friends. But I think he cares for me like a brother would. Or a best friend. I'm not sure. It makes me sad to think he see's me as a kid sister." I whispered. I felt foolish for allowing so much out. I never intended to allow so much of my feelings out. I was just going to tell her that I felt obsessed.

"How could I feel anything for him now, when I don't know him. I think and think and no matter how hard I try I cant find a logical explanation. Other than that I was probably obsessed with him before my memory thing too."

She was visibly more relaxed, a tender smile on her face "so you love him?" she asked

"What? No! I don't love him! I can't! I don't even know him. I cant … love… I…" my thoughts were going through my head rapidly, trying to analyze my feelings. " I …how could I?" I asked myself.

"Maybe because you loved him before" Alice answered. I grabbed my hair and grunted.

"Why! Why me?" I complained to myself. Did I love him?

"Don't stress over it, you'll realize it soon enough. Just let your feelings flow naturally. Don't struggle against them okay?" she said. I only nodded my yes.

So, maybe my obsession was more than that. He was so easy to day dream about. Well at least right now that he was nice. But maybe he had a darker side. Maybe he was a jerk or something and soon my clingy-ness would fade. No. I don't think that would happen. Isn't an obsession more a physical thing? Like when people obsess over famous actors, it mostly because of their good looks and perfect body, right? Because we never really get a chance to get to know them. We hear what people say about their personalities but we never really get to know them ourselves.

"Um, Millie? One more thing" she said " his friend, Francis, he is a healer. He healed your wounds. You can walk now. But your probably soar. So try and take it easy" she said.

I gasped at her words and quickly threw the covers of me. I moved my legs and I was extremely surprised when no pain shot through my body! I moved my abdomen, moving side ways and forward, to see if any pain would come. But nothing, only a tingling sensation for the lack of use. I jumped out to the bed, intently stopping. Okay, now I could feel the pain. I am really soar. My muscles hurt like I just ran a marathon without any previous condition.

"I'm going to leave you alone for a little bit. I'll be back later" she said walking out of my room.

"okay. I'm just going to take a bath and change into something decent." I said. Which reminded me. I don't have any clothes.

"don't worry, I'll bring something for you." she said before leaving the Executive Suite. I grabbed a few essential and walked into the bathroom. I WALKED into the bathroom. I didn't get dragged, I didn't get carried. I walked, on my own. It felt so good. I don't know what I would have done if I had to be like that for much longer. And it had only been a few days!

I allowed the warm water to fill the bath as I took of my clothes. I slipped into the water, savoring the warmth surrounding my body, helping my muscles relax. So now is a good a time as any to think about my feelings. My memories didn't seem to want to make any appearances any time soon. And what could I do about that? Nothing. I can't force myself to remember. So the best next thing to do was go with the flow.

Apparently, I was now in some sort of Twilight dimension, were all the SM characters were real. But, things were turning out differently, there were new characters. Things could have already happened, causing an alteration in Edwards destiny. But there isn't much I can do in that department, at least not now.

The first thing I need to know is how I ended up in a hospital. Although I had a really strong feeling it had something to do with the haunting red eyes from my dreams. The second thing I needed to do is get some basic information to be able to flow right back into my life, at least where Julie and school are concerned. It would be kind of weird if I went back to school and I didn't remember any possible friends I had. Third and most importantly I needed to figure out things between Damien and me. I lost my internal struggle trying to suppress my feelings. But now I knew that I felt something for him.

After a long and much needed bath I walked out into my room. Clothes were spread out all over the bed. A couple different outfits to choose from. I went for the most casual one. Jeans and a nice comfortable blouse. I dried my hair and waited for someone to come in. I waited and got tired of waiting so I started to watch some TV.

The sudden loud bang of the door startled me. I looked up to see a several supernatural beings walking in. Among them the particular one that made my heart beat faster.

***So what do you guys think of Francis? I tried making him sound like a reall hippie but during some point it was complicating,*****

***Also, the definition for Gnarly has changed many times, first it meant dificult but towards the end it meant cool or awesome. for this particular chapter i chose to us it as dificult***

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