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Red you are the best most patient beta. I heart you ten fold. Kristen your my trip. hahaha.

TD Perv-buuuddies...well I know I have not been around much but please know I miss you all loads. You make this shit fun. Oh and ECLIPSE is coming sooooooon...eeek happy dance!

To all my readers. I am so sorry it has taken me so long to post. I have been working over seventy hours a week. I wish I could have more time in a day to escape to Edward land. I miss being able to sit and write. They talk to me all the time. It's as if I'm living with voices inside my head and I don't have time to get them out. Ok...so now that you know I am crazy...on with the chapter.

EPOV

The memory of two men put Bella into a catatonic state. I try my best to calm her but her sputtering of the word "two" for the last five minutes is really starting to scare me. I decide to call Rose in hopes she can bring Bella back from her far away place.

Rose shows up in less then five minutes. We watch as Bella sits rocking back and forth in the center of the bed. Her legs folded slightly under her, the blankets pulled into a tight ball that is wrapped in her fist. "What does 'two' mean?" Rose asks softly.

"She woke up from one of her nightmares yelling. She has been whispering about the attacker, or I should say attackers. She remembers a part of her dream. All I know is that it has something to do with two men." I look over at Rose. Her face turns white with fear.

"Two," she whispers in unison with Bella's murmur. Her eyes are wide with fright. "Two attackers? Does she remember what they look like?" she whispers to me, never taking her eyes off Bella.

"I honestly have no clue. She has been mumbling random things that make no sense to me but may mean a lot to you." I feel helpless, I want so badly to be the one that saves her, helps her, but I have no idea what she needs. I don't deal with crazy every day, especially with my girlfriend. "I don't know what to do for her and I'm afraid this remembering shit will force her to check out for good. It's like every time we take a step forward, shit like this happens and it takes me weeks to pull her together again." My hope of Bella getting through this is blown to smithereens as I watch this smart, beautiful girl, rock back in forth, her face empty as her brain tucks her sense of reason into a safe place far away from this fucked up world.

"I'll stay with her. I'll take notes on her ramblings so we can work through this and so she won't forget her dream. She'll be fine, Edward. She just needs some time to put the puzzle of information together. You need to call Detective Banner. He needs to know about this new information. He may want to see her at some point, so don't freak out." She walks away from me and sits on the edge of the bed, not speaking a word, just listening to Bella's sputtering.

I stay for a few minutes, watching. I really don't want to leave my Bella, but Rose turns and shoos me away. I reluctantly walk out the door, closing it behind me. I find Detective Banner's card and call him to catch him up to speed. He has pulled back on Bella's detail due to the fact that she and I were ready to kill everyone for being so close all the time. Now he insists that she has a bodyguard at all times and makes plans to visit in the morning, the sooner the better. He needs to do this while it is fresh in her mind. He will be bringing a forensic physiatrist to speak with her. He said she will be able to get information out of Bella's memory as well as deal with the trauma she relives night after night.

I have to admit I feel a little better after speaking with him. I want so much for this to cure her instantly, but it can't and it won't.

I walk back to the room, pausing in front of the door. I hear Rose talking, and for a moment I feel slightly guilty for eaves dropping, but then again I want to hear what they are talking about, see if she is able to remember anything.

I walk into the room slowly. Bella is looking at Rose, her face as blank as a new canvas, both of them unaware of my entrance.

Bella's head drops slightly, pondering on what ever it was that Rose asked. She closes her eyes, squeezing them tight. "I see sand and a large light pole with two lights. It's dark and the lights are piercing, blurring my vision." She takes in a sharp breath, squeezing her eyes even tighter before releasing. "I can still hear the ocean." She rubs her wrists. "The rope hurts my wrists."

"Tell me more about the rope Bella. What color is it?" Rose whispers.

"It's blue, thick, like the kind used for skiing," she squeaks through her rough voice. "I feel the asphalt and then…soft…something soft hits my heels. I lift my head to look at my feet as the dark consumes…" She sucks in a breath, choking on her words. Her eyes burst open with force, almost popping out of her head. "Car!" she cries. "One car is still parked in the parking lot. Yellow, four door. I…I don't know the make but..." once again her eyes pinch shut. "It's too blurry, but the license plate in the front has numbers, no wait…letters first." She sighs; all the while my stomach is turning in knots with her every word. "I'm sorry. I can't do this, Rose! It's too much. I just want to go to sleep. I can't do this right now. Can we stop, please?" Her eyes are begging, pleading with her to cease the conversation.

Without thinking I take a step toward her. My overwhelming urge to hold her, comfort her, kicks in. All the while my brain is telling me to stop, assess the situation, assess her before I make a move. What If she pushes me away? What if she wants space? What if she doesn't want me to be near her? I stand two feet away, completely frightened of the outcome that awaits me. The thought of Bella not wanting me makes me sick with panic. I feel the bile creeping up my throat, burning its way up as it settles on the back of my tongue. I take in a deep breath, trying to cool the sensation, praying I don't puke my fear in front of them.

Bella's head snaps my way, her eyes glossy with old tears that threaten to escape. "You left me," she whispers.

I try to clear my throat, forcing the burn back down. "I'm sorry, love. I had to make a phone call." I contemplate moving to her, but my feet seem to be unable to move.

She sits staring at me for what feels like forever. Her mouth pulls into a solid line before she speaks. "Don't you ever leave me again…never." Her words have so much meaning.

I feel my body react before my brain tells it to move. I have her in my lap, tucked tightly into my chest. "I love you, Bella. I would never leave you, baby," I whisper against her hair.

"Promise?"

"I promise. I will never leave you. You are my world, my life now."

"But I'm broken, a half of a person." Her voice comes out so small and frightened.

"So am I, baby, but you make me whole." I kiss her head and pull her heart close to mine.

Rose reaches out and pets Bella's beautiful locks. "We can do this tomorrow, B. You need some rest. I'll bring you some sleeping pills so you can sleep without any worry."

Bella's head shoots up. "No!" she yelps. "My dreams help me remember. I need to remember."

"It's fine, Bella. No pills." Rose simply nods her head.

I tuck Bella back into bed and walk Rose to the door.

"Keep her safe, Edward," she says as she makes her way out. "She has been through so much. Sometimes I think it's more than any one person should have to deal with. But she is strong, and she is lucky to have you." She reaches up to touch my shoulder, "Actually, you're lucky to have each other." She smiles warmly before she turns and walks away.

I close the door and make my way through the kitchen, stopping to fix Bella some sleepy-time tea. I'm hoping this will warm her and calm her nerves enough to close those beautiful browns. I make my way back into the room. She sits perched in the middle of the bed, a slight grin upon her face.

"I made you some tea," I say, handing her the saucer and cup with my crooked smile I know she loves.

"That's perfect, Edward. Thank you!"

I crawl into bed flipping on the TV and turning off the lamp. I pull her close to my side sliding her bottom into my crook. I watch her pucker her lips, blowing softly into the cup to cool down the hot water. I feel my chubby start to grow. What? No, not now! She has had a hard night. I start to think of things that should shrink my pecker. Flowers, baseball…Oh! Who played today? My dick is still responding to Bella's hums as she takes a long sip of her tea. Her eyes close, her tongue jets out, licking at the rim…RIM? Bloody Hell!She is seductive even when she means not to be. Or does she? Gah! What I would give for my dick to be in her mouth. I am a firm believer that if you're good at it you should do it all the time.

She shifts her legs, folding them under her. I close my eyes squeezing them till they hurt, willing my chamber to relax. I have to try to focus on other things. I can't open my eyes or I will look back at Bella's mouth and her skin, her warm luscious skin, and I will lose all control.

I hear her set her cup down. The clink of the porcelain gives it away. I still can't pull my eyes open in fear I may need to excuse myself to the restroom so I can yank my hang down. I feel her move slightly and her hands are on my junk. She startles me. I jump out of bed, slamming into the nightstand, and knock over the lamp.

"Where are you going?" she asks her eyes a bit irritated.

"You scared me. I…I don't want you to have to take care of me in that way right now. You've had a long night." I stammer back to the side of the bed.

"Edward, I want to take care of you. I love you and, well, sometimes it's nice to pound out the bad with just a little fuckery. I'm not as fragile as you make me out to be. I am a grown woman and when I want something I usually get it, and right now I want your dick in my mouth." She turns her body, lying across the bed on her back. I take in a deep breath, and look down at her. She has her mouth wide open and I realize she wants it right now…like this very minute. She wants me to fuck her upside down mouth like a little bird waiting to be fed.

I watch her hands make their way slowly down her frame. She pauses just at her trim line and sneaks them under the elastic to sink her fingers into herself. "I'm wet, Edward. This is what you do to me." She pulls out her hand revealing a sheer glisten of her exquisite juices. It's like jelly for my bread. She holds them up for me to take. I give in, taking her sweet spirit into my mouth. If I could bottle this shit I would. Bella's love potion is what I would call it.

She hums as my mouth makes contact with her fingers. The sound ignites my insides, sending chills throughout my body. "You taste…what's the word you use?"

"Yummy?" she giggles.

"Yes, yummy."

She reaches out for me, pulling the elastic at my waist to release my hard on. Without another thought I dip myself into Bella's warm mouth. It's as exquisite as the rolling hills of Sicily. Her mouth bends and curves as my length fills the void. I feel my tip tickle the back of her throat and she gurgles out a vibrated groan as my shooter resonates its joy. Between the angle and her vibration I am pushed over the edge. I feel my stomach contract, my muscles tighten, and my dick feels like its sucking in air before I shoot my load into the back of her mouth. She contracts her throat muscles, swallowing all my men as I grind out her name.

She wipes her mouth, rolling over to look up at me. "I enjoy it as well you know?"

"Why?" I look at her quizzically. I know why I enjoy my mouth on her. I just don't understand the flip side.

"Think about it. I do that to you…turn you on. I enjoy watching your face as I make all your sexual desires come true. I like the effect I have on you and I never want that to go away. Sex is not just an act of passion, it's an exploration. I want to memorize your body like a map. I want to be able to touch you with my eyes closed and know where your most sensitive spots are. I want to know your body better then you do. That is the make up of a great sexual partner. You have to trust me one hundred percent for all of our fantasies to come true."

"What do you mean by 'all' of our fantasies? What fantasies do you have?" I am shocked at Bella's truthfulness. She is exposing herself, and she doesn't do this often, so I plan on taking full advantage of the situation.

"I'm a victim, blah, blah, blah. I am so tired of playing that role. I have needs, wants, desires and fantasies I want to live out, and I only trust you to take me there. I know that's vague, but it's all I have right now."

If she only knew the path she was taking me down. I just jumped on Bella's kinky train. I can't help but think about all the wrong but enjoyable shit I want to do to her, if she'll let me.

She gently tugs at my hand. "Let's get some sleep, lover," she says with a worn out grin.

I crawl back into bed feeling a little spent myself. I know this next week is going to be draining on Bella. As I contemplate the things I could do to help, I drift off to sleep with my one and only love in my arms.

~~~Hell Week~~~

Day One:

Detective Banner and his team come to the apartment to speak with Bella. She endures eight hours of mind bending questions. I go through a lot of fucking coffee and spend the time pacing back and forth. Bella is a champ, taking breaks only to eat and use the restroom. I have the worry department covered enough for the two of us.

Day Two:

Bella and I go to the station. Detective Banner wants her to meet a few people that may be able to pull the details out of her vortex…so to speak. I am not able to be with her for the interview, so I sit waiting like a good little boyfriend, only to find myself slowly loosing my fucking mind. I toss my breakfast and lunch around hour five. Hour Six is not much easier, I just dry heave until I pop blood vessels in my eyes. Hour seven and eight come and go. I am beside myself. I am fucking pissed that I am not allowed to see her, becoming angrier by the minute. The fact that she has to do all this shit without me is breaking me in two. Half my life is sitting behind the doors five feet in front of me. I stare at them, willing my eyes to see beyond the wood. My heart nearly leaps out of my chest as, after staring at the doors for so long, the knob turns and they open.

I don't realize I've been holding my breath until I see Bella's face and I inhale deeply. She looks tired, like a worn heel, but also relieved. I take her in my arms without saying a word. She doesn't talk much on the way home. She is silent, sitting with a small smile plastered on her face. When we get home she attacks me just as the front door closes. I know this is wrong in so many ways, but she needs me and I need her. We fuck until we can no longer move, hitting every surface, even tainting the balcony. I stop counting how many times she screams my name. The last number I remember is seventeen. Every emotion we were forced to face today is taken out of us, or fucked out of us, until we lay spent in orgasm heaven.

I carry her to bed, and she nuzzles into my side. She whispers words of love before drifting off.

Day Three and Four:

The next two days are just as hard as the days prior, if not worse. I hate this. I feel as if they are using Bella as a guinea pig, subjecting her mind to all sorts of jacked up experimental tests. I find out on day four that they have been hypnotizing her. Detective Banner says she is full of information. He seems to be pleased with the progress and wants one more day with her. I reluctantly agree and bring her back.

Day Five:

Bella opens up and talks to me for the first time in five long ass days. She says they will sit with us both today after her final session and go over the evidence they have compiled. As Bella disappears one last time through the doors I just about lose it. I am the weak one, weak for her. I feel as if I have been walking on egg shells this week. I'm not sure if I can take hearing all the details of her attack. I'm not sure she can. I want to tell them to wait, to give her time, but I know Bella just wants to move on, put this part of her life behind her. To do that, they need to catch these bastards first.

We are pulled into a small room, much like the ones you see on CSI when they question the bad guys. The walls are cold, echoing the air in the room. Bella scoots her metal chair close to mine, the scraping sounds send chills down my spine. She wraps her arms around me, resting her head on my chest. "I know this has been hard for you too," she whispers.

"Not half as bad as what you have been subjected to. I'll be fine, beautiful. I just want to get you home and wrap you in my arms." Kissing her head, I take in her sweet scent.

The doors open and Banner walks in with a few others. They bring us coffee and set down two boxes of case files. If I had not been here all week and knew what they were up to, I would think we were the suspects. He speaks idly to us, or more at us. We both sit in complete silence listening to the rustle of papers and files.

Banner begins his speech by thanking Bella for all her time and effort. He states the obvious. "I know you must be exhausted, but your help this week has gotten us closer, closer then we have ever been before." His smile seems sincere.

Bella's chalky voice pierces the room. "Will you tell me what happened to me?"

"I can only tell you what the evidence suggests and what we recovered from you."

Banner pulls out five files and sets them in front of us, stacked one on top of the other. The file for Isabella Marie Swan is placed on top, Bella's file shining bright as everyone leaves the room. We both can't take our eyes off the damn thing. He goes over the evidence, most of which we already know. He explains how she was abused, the rope in which she was dragged across the parking lot with, even the shape and make of the object she was stabbed with. It turns out she was drained of air with an ice pick. The photographs of Bella's wounds make my insides hurt. She is obviously disturbed by the photos as well, scooting her chair back and standing, pacing back and forth.

We are all quiet. Bella's hands run through her hair and she slowly pulls at the roots. "I don't get it," she growls. "Why are you telling me what I already know? I was there remember? Tell me why. Why me?" Bella yells.

Instantly I'm by her side, wrapping her in my arms. She sobs lightly into my side. "You need to give her something, please!"

Banner moves Bella's file and spreads the four others out, all placed in a straight row, and this is when I learn how very lucky Bella is. "Bella, you are the only one who has lived to tell us what happened, to fill in blanks." We creep closer to the table. It is in slow motion that the next bit of information hits my ears. "Maggie was first, then Heidi, Tanya, Bella, and the most recent victim Tia. We have a serial killer on the loose and you're our only link to his demented mind…or should I say their minds."

I stand frozen, my feet unable to move, my mouth unable to speak. The screaming that is going on in my head needs to escape and quickly.

Bella's hand moves to mine. "Edward, what's wrong? You look as if you've seen a ghost."

My words stammer. "D…did you s…say Tanya? As in Tanya Denali?" I ask. My Tanya. Tanya who was my best friend was attacked and killed by the same attackers as my Bella?

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