A/N: I made a few changes to this chapter so that you could get James better! You'll see what I mean when you read it!

Chapter 21

After that I feel asleep fast. And I fell asleep extremely happy.

I woke up around an hour or two later when I felt someone grabbing my hand. I stirred a bit before opening my eyes slowly. "Edward?" I asked.

"Sorry," he whispered.

"What are you doing?" I asked sleepily as I lifted my torso up to see.

"Just wanted to make sure it fits," he replied back.

"Make sure what fits?" I asked confused.

I rubbed my eyes and looked down to see a diamond ring on my left hand. My eyes widened before I looked up into Edward's eyes, "When did you get this?"

"It was my grandmothers. I got it from my mother when you told me that you loved me for the first time," he lightly caressed the back of my hand.

"That was five years ago," I said astonished.

"Yes and I know it took me long to finally give it to you but I just had to make sure that you still loved me," he whispered.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I thought that sooner or later you'd get sick of me and leave," his voice was full of pain.

I gently pulled on his hand and made him lay back down next to me, "Why would you think that?" I asked.

He gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, "I just always felt like I was going to lose you."

"You're not going to lose me. I promise," I said softly as I lightly traced the lines on his face.

The next week went by pretty slowly. Edward had me take a couple of days off work because of what happened in the bathroom. Will hadn't come over but that was because he was too busy shacking it up with Angela. Apparently my plan worked.

We still hadn't told anyone that I was engaged yet. I wanted to have all of them come over for dinner and then we would announce it. I haven't had the chance to do that yet. Surprisingly, we hadn't figured anything new out. I found that as odd but with James lurking around…it made things harder.

It was harder to concentrate when I knew he could be around ready to kill me at any minute. I had tried my best to keep working but I wasn't coming up with anything new. And during the past week nothing bad had happened.

I was in the bathroom looking in the mirror when a thought occurred to me, "Melissa!" I called out.

"Yeah?" she asked as she appeared at my side in an instant.

I turned to look at her, "Hey did you ever find out if someone had possessed me or not?" I asked. I had totally forgotten about the possession because of the drowning.

"It was James," she told me sadly, "And that's not even the worst part."

I could feel the fear rise in my throat. I swallowed it down painfully, "What's the worst part?" I asked with a noticeable quiver in my voice.

"It's not good," she said looking me in the eyes seriously.

"Just tell me already!" I told her desperately.

"The longer he possesses you the weaker your soul gets. If he stays in you long enough…you can die. He's gotten stronger Bella. He's the one that tried drowning you last week. Let's just say he's not your average ghost anymore." she said slowly.

"What?" I asked in panic and horror.

"I don't think he cares about you solving the case anymore. He has a bigger agenda on his mind right now and whatever it is its not good."

"Wait…why didn't I feel any different last time he possessed me?" I asked confused.

"He wasn't as strong as he is now. Now you can die from it," she said worriedly.

I ran my fingers through my hair and took a deep breath, "Okay I need you to go wherever it is you go and find more information. And if you can, try and make his sister make him stop doing what he's doing."

She nodded quickly before disappearing. I took in a shaky breath and looked into the mirror again. I had been feeling shaky and vulnerable this past week. I knew it was because of James. The only way I can get rid of these feelings are if I get rid of James. How am I supposed to do that now if he doesn't care about the case anymore?

An odd sensation crept over my body suddenly. It felt like I was about to pass out or something. I looked up in fright only to find that I couldn't see my own reflection. What is going on?

Didn't get my little warning the first time did you?

It was James. I looked straight forward to see that James was moving my body around. He was running his fingers through my hair with a huge grin.

Why are you doing this?

You'll find out soon enough dearest.

Dearest? Don't fucken call me that, I said fiercely.

I don't give a shit what you say I can call you whatever the fuck I want; he rustled my hair around a bit and started leaving the bathroom.

You won't get away with this.

We'll see about that.

Already I was feeling weaker. I felt like I was trapped at the far corner of my body unable to feel or control it. My soul was withering slowly and it was getting hard for me to breath. I was suffocating on the inside but I was moving and talking like I was fine on the outside.

Wait…talking? I used as much strength as I could muster up to listen to the conversation James was having with Edward.

I watched as we got closer to Edward and stuck our hand out, "Here I don't want this piece of junk," the words were dripping with venom. I watched as James handed Edward the engagement ring back.

Edward looked back at me hurt, "What? Why?" he asked.

"I'm sorry but you're not a good lover. James was a way better lover than you," my voice chuckled humorously.

My heart pounded painfully in my chest from the words. He can't think that's me. He has to know I'm possessed.

"What are you talking about?! Are you insane?!" he asked completely surprised.

"Umm…no and I'm talking about me not loving you anymore. It was just a very long fling. Now that I know how awful you are in the sack…I don't want you anymore," my voice didn't even have a hint of emotion in it.

He just looked at me with the most pained expression I've ever seen. My heart burst into a million pieces at the sight. "But-."

"I want you out of my house once I get home from work," he, as in James, had turned around and was heading to the door by now.

I took a deep breath and used all the strength I had to slam the door back shut when he had opened it, "Edward," I whispered barely loud enough for him to hear.

I slowly turned around to look him straight in the eyes. I could feel the sweat starting to form on my forehead. I was breathing heavily from all the strength I was using, "I'm dying," I finally croaked out.

He quickly came to my side and helped me stay on my feet, "What's wrong?" he asked confused.

I looked at him with watery eyes, "James…possession," I whispered out.

Sharp pains started to envelope my whole body causing me to grip on to Edward tight and scream bloody murder.

"Bella?!" he moved me to the bed and laid me down there.

The pain stopped and I stopped screaming and thrashing against the bed. I stayed as strong as I could and looked up at Edward who was looking down at me with a pained expression. It was a different pained expression then he had before.

"Help me," I whispered.

"How?" he asked with a defeated voice.

"Call Melissa," I whispered back.

"Melissa!" Edward yelled frantically.

I could feel him trying to pull me back under. Trying to take over again. I gripped onto the bed sheets and threw my head back further into the pillow as he started taking over again.

"Bella!" I heard Melissa yell over my anguished cries, "I brought help!"

I moved my head back in place once I knew I was under control and looked over to see Melissa and a bunch of ghosts with her. I didn't have enough strength to say words so I just nodded towards them.

Edward was still by my side stroking my hair. "This is going to hurt…a lot," Melissa said before all the ghosts appeared on my bed and started touching me.

They all placed there hands on me and closed their eyes. At first I didn't feel anything but the pain that had started reducing before. But after a couple of seconds I felt the agonizing pain sweep over my body. I kicked and thrashed in place but didn't move a bit. The ghosts were holding me down.

I could hear some kind of chanting that I hadn't noticed before now. It was getting louder and louder. I grabbed onto the comforter with a fierce grip and opened my mouth to scream like hell.

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