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Sorry for the late follow up chapter, hope you enjoy it.

EPOV

After talking with Rosalie I had returned to watch Bella sleep. Usually watching her sleep gave me a great feeling of comfort, now I was waiting for my love to wake up and I felt like time seemed to be standing still. Almost like there was no end to this night. I had tried reading but couldn't find the peace to finish reading past the first page and so I was now sitting there, just watching her sleep.

"Seems like you're not that important to him after all"
The words made me jump to my feet.

"Doesn't it hurt to know you are going to die for someone who has left you already."
I had only heard that cold psychotic voice a couple of times before but recognised it immediately. Not understanding where it was coming from, I crouched down in a protective stance.

"Don't worry.."
The voice purred in my mind.

"Why would I get rid of my new little toy without having some more fun."
Her voice seemed to be shouting in my head, loud and violent, pushing out all other minds in the house. Not understanding what was happening I fel to my knees, clutching my head. It hurt, a feeling I had never experienced before. Like something was pushing the words in my head and my brain was trying to resist them.

"That's right.. I'll be back."
This time it sounded like the words came from behind me and I spun around, jumping to my feet in a swift moment, ready to attack. But I found I was growling at nothing, it was empty except for Bella.

Her eyes were open and staring at me in shock. "Edward." Softly she whispered my name, her voice trembling. The sound made my cold heart swell with love, resisting the urge to sweep her in my arms and hold her close to me. I stood in the middle of room watching her, watch me.

"Bella" Not being able to say anything I managed to breath her name back to her. As I did, her face flushed and the knowledge me saying her name did that to her made me rejoice inwardly. Slowly I stepped closer to the bed.

"Would you like a pillow, or perhaps I should move to the couch." Suddenly very awake she started to get up, pushing back the blankets and grabbing a pillow. Clutching it close to her she tried to get out of bed, but her legs tangled in the sheet and instead she fell forward.

In a natural reflex my hands shot out forward, catching her. "Silly Bella, I don't need.... anything." I managed to bite back my words at the last moment, wanting to tell her I don't need sleep perhaps wouldn't be such a great thing at the moment. She looked at me with an angry look and in return I was trying to hide my smile as her actions were just too adorable. Still clumsy and caring, even in the middle of the night. Getting up I pulled her in my arms and sat down on the bed, resting my back against the headboard.

For a moment I thought she would struggle but then she relaxed her body.

"Edward." She pushed herself up on one arm so she could look in my face. Lying on her side, even through her jeans I could feel the warmth of her body against the inside of my legs. My body noticed she was still in-between my legs and I hoped she would stop moving, soon. I could feel the hunger in the back of my throat reacting to her scent and my body respond in a way that was new to me. Focussing on Bella, I tried to push away both feelings.

"Do you have multiple personality disorder?" Her big warm eyes looked at me, a frown on her face showing she was confused.

Her question threw me of balance, not expecting this. For a moment I tried to think what to say, opening my mouth, closing it again.

"No, not that I'm aware of." As I answered her question, her body trembled slightly.

"What's wrong." Looking down at her face I spoke softly, leaning even closer to find out what was bothering her. In response she looked away to hide her flushed face.

"Nothing, nothing at all." Loosening herself from my arms she grabbed the pillow again and got up from the bed. This time staying on two feet. She walked over to the couch and threw the pillow down.

"Bella, wouldn't.." Before I could finish she cut me of.

"Good night Edward." Her eyes were firm, showing me her mind were made up. Turning her back to me she lay down on the couch and curled up again.

BPOV

My back turned to Edward I curled up on the couch. Hoping he wouldn't argue me over the bed. Opening my eyes to find Edward standing in the middle of the room, I realised it had been his presence that had helped me escape out of my nightmarish sleep.

The cold voice was still in the back of my head, but they were no match for his soft velvet voice. I had felt the current run through my body as he had softly spoken to me, cradled in-between his legs. My mind had allowed my imagination to run wild. He had noticed, showing me affection as he had asked me what was wrong. Making my inside melt at his soft and caring words.

Trying to fall back asleep I ignored the rapid beating of my heart, thankful he had let go of me so he couldn't hear that. Taking long calming breaths I could feel the pounding of my heart slow down, until I found myself relaxed. Closing my eyes I allowed myself to fall asleep again, sure that when morning would come, Edward would still be here.

"My hands were reaching out in the darkness, trying to find the light switch. Feeling my way around, I knocked something of my nightstand. It shattered and as I stepped forward, glass cut my foot. The pain shot through my foot like a hot knife. Panicking I realised my own clumsiness might cause me to die before I could... what could I do. There was no way to outrun her.

Finally I made it to the door, my hand hovering over the place were I knew the light-switch would be. A cold familiar voice came from behind me.

You took away James, now I'll make him feel how it is to have your loved one taken away. Suddenly the light switched on and I turned around, ready to face my death. But the room was empty, shaking heavily my knees gave in and my weak body collapsed the door. Sliding down as I started crying silent tears."

With a shock I woke up again. I was on Edwards bed, wait hadn't I just left this bed or was that a dream also?
Thinking about it for a moment, I couldn't remember what was real or wasn't tonight. What I did know was how the feeling of my denim jeans was uncomfortable. Wriggling my body I started to get out of them, it took some effort but in the end I managed to take them off and dropped them on the floor next to the bed.

The cool air in the room gave me goose bumps and I quickly turned over wrapping the warm blankets around my body. It was then I could see someone standing in the corner of the room. Illuminated by the moonlight, he looked like an angel.

"Edward."

My voice barely capable at making any normal sound, I quickly turned back on my other side again. In my rush to turn back, I slightly overdid and flipped myself of the bed.

Still holding on the blankets, pulling them from the bed with me.

How had I not noticed him standing there in the corner of the room. As I tried to steady my breathing I carefully wiggled my toes and moved my legs. Nothing seemed wrong, this time it was just my ego that had been bruised.

"Bella" His voice sounded close to me, the same soft velvet voice that hade me melt earlier this evening. Peeking up from under the sheet I was hiding under, I could see he was standing on the opposite side of the bed. His face pulled in a crooked grin and his eyes clearly amused. "Do you need help?"

Pulling the sheet back over my head again I begged this was a dream and Edward Cullen had not seen me nosedive of his bed for the second time this evening. Pinching my arm I waited for a moment and took another peek. This time he wasn't there.

Relieve flooded my body and I stuck out my head further to find he had now moved to sit on my side of the bed. He was leaning forward, resting his hands on his knees as he angled his face towards mine.

"Are you sure you don't need help?" This time he chuckled and the sound made my heart skip a beat. Oh I was in desperate need of help alright, just not in the way he was offering.

His arms picked my up by my waist as if I was a little child and he carefully set me down on the bed next to him.

All too aware of the fact I had just taken off my jeans and was now sitting next to him with my legs bare. I tried to pull the sheet up and covered my legs. But he stopped me.

"Don't be shy, you're beautiful." His hand was on my hand, just above my knee. I felt his cold touch burn my skin and it made me shiver in a way that was both comforting and exciting.

He let go and looked at me. "I'm sorry, you must be cold."

Happy he had interpreted my shiver as something other than it was I nodded at him. Pulling the blankets around me tightly I sat and watched his face. Soaking in every little detail I hadn't noticed in the past few days.

"You're beautiful also." Whoops, why didn't I think before I opened my mouth. My cheeks felt warm as I flushed at my own silly words. He just laughed his crooked grin again and shook his head. Making my mouth go dry.

"I mean.. in a manly way.. you're very nice to look at ." Stuttering to fix what I had said earlier, I knew my words were only making it worse and felt even worse. Looking down I tried to steady my breath. Hoping he understood I needed a moment.

"Bella." His hand cupped my cheek, softly caressing my skin. It took all my strength to not lean into his touch and close my eyes. Instead I stared at my hands that clutched the sheet tight to my body.

"Please look at me. I need you to see my eyes, so you know my words are true." His face was now closer, a cold whisper against the flushed skin of my face. Slowly he put his hand under my chin and lifted my face.

His face was very close to mine. I couldn't remember ever being this close to Edward before and the knowledge made me feel both sad and glad at the same time. As my eyes connected with his, everything around me seemed to fade away. They were a rich golden brown unlike anything I had ever seen in my life, but at the same time it felt like when our eyes connected.. this was how we were supposed to look at each other. Had we always looked at each other like this? Unable to look away, I let out a sigh instead and relaxed.

Knowing he had my attention he took a deep breath and leaned back slightly. He held his breath for a moment before slowly exhaling.

"After seeing you in the parking lot last week, I've made a mess of things. I tried to stay away from you, when that didn't work I tried to keep you close to me so I could keep an eye on you. I tried to give you freedom, to give you a chance to be friends with my sisters. To give you a chance to remember yourself how you feel about me. But the truth is, all the things I tried... they all were a failure. Because every time I would see you my cold heart breaks a little bit more, my soul darkens an even deeper shade of black and my natural instincts take control of me. You Bella Swan are impossible to stay away from."

His voice was low and husky as he spoke to me. Most of his words didn't make any sense to me but the intensity of his words made my eyes tear up. Biting my lip I tried to hold back the tears as I forced myself to look away. Outside the sun called to us, bringing a new day as the shades of yellow and orange warmed the room.

"Yes that's right Bella..... Look outside, that is you. You are my day and light, you are the only warmth in my cold world, without you at my side there is no reason to live through this endless life." As he wrapped his arms around me I buried my head in his shoulder, afraid to show him how his words touched me.

"How can you say that, I'm broken." My voice croaked as I finally managed to speak out loud.
"You deserve someone smart and beautiful, bright and funny. Someone that knows who she is." Silently sobbing he just held me, playing with a loose strand of my hair.

He pulled me onto his lap and I found comfort in his cold embrace. Trying to lean in even closer I moved around, pushing my body closer to his.

"Bella" His strained voice sounded like a warning as he held me still. When I looked up at his face, I could see his eyes no longer showed the calm loving gaze but held a raw hunger. "I know who you are, and I only want you." Feeling the intensity of his eyes locked on my face, there was no doubt in his words.

His words repeated in my head over and over again. He knows who I am and he only wants me.

Could it be this simple. A part of my mind and body seemed to need him close and at the same time... another part of my mind seemed to warn me about him. Something was different, could it have to do with us breaking up in the past. I knew nothing about him, about the relationship we had, and the reason why it ended.

"Edward, I need time." I couldn't look him in the face as I softly spoke the words, afraid they would chase him away. Instead he just loosened his arms around me and got up. Placing a soft kiss on the top of my head as he let his fingers run through my hair.

"Don't worry, time is on my side." His voice sounded sure as he left the room, softly closing the door behind him. For a moment I couldn't move, still feeling the effect of his voice and the words they had spoken.

EPOV

Leaving my room I felt like walking on air. Bella still wanted me and if I had seen correct in her eyes loved me. All she wanted was time and that was something I could give her in abundance. It hadn't been a surprise to find Alice outside my room, waiting to go in and get Bella ready for school. She had seen what sould happen and had waited outside, excited for both me and Bella.

Smiling I walked down the stairs and stopped in front of Carlisle's office. There was one other thing that needed be solved, as soon as possible. And I hoped Carlisle could help me. From his thoughts, I knew he was in there, going over some paperwork for the hospital.

Knocking on the door as I opened the door, he looked up and put his papers down.

"Good morning Edward, come sit and talk with me." He put down his papers and relaxed, waiting for me to join him. "Charlie Swan had a great surgery, we were able to stop the bleeding. If the first 48 hours of observation show good results they are transferring him to Forks end of this week. He'll be able to go home somewhere next week ."

"I was never in doubt he wouldn't make it Carlisle. You're a great surgeon and Charlie is a very strong man." Sitting down in the chair in front of the window, I needed to see the suns. Reminding me of this morning, how warm and comfortable I'd felt with Bella.

"Thank you...Now what is it you came here to ask me, I know that frown." Never wasting time with small talk, Carlisle turned to face me.

I took a deep breath and looked at him. Knowing he was old, even for a vampire, and had seen many things. "This morning in my room, I heard someone in my mind."

"Doesn't that happen on a daily basis with everyone you meet?" Confused Carlisle looked at me.

"You're right it does. Except this time, it felt like the person was using my gift to talk to me directly. And it felt threatening." Not knowing how else to describe the way I had experienced what had happened this morning I paused, leaning forward and pressing my fingers against my forehead. "It hurt a little bit."

"You experienced pain while you heard the other persons mind? Are you ok now? That has never happened before, has it?" Worried words flooded my mind.

Smiling at Carlisle I shook my head. "No this has never happened before, that is why I came to you."

For a moment we just sat in silence, both of us thinking about a possible explanation. All I knew is that whenever I replayed the events from this morning, the voice in my head was familiar. I had only heard it once before and vampires don't forget. But at the same time, it should be impossible... in theory.

"The voice was familiar, it took me a few minutes to connect it with someone but I'm sure it is Victoria."

"That's impossible, she's dead." Carlisle got up and leaned over the table, looking me in the eye. Adding strength to his words. But no matter how sure he was, the feeling I knew the voice and recognised it to be Victoria, that feeling wouldn't leave me.

"Then if Victoria is dead, how could I hear her voice in my head this morning?" Speaking out loud, inside I felt fear consume me. Knowing that there was an unknown threat and neither of us was sure how serious it was.

"When the wolfs took apart Victoria, how do we know she was killed? Could she have pulled herself together and regenerated, saved herself?"

Waiting for him to answer, I looked outside again. Not being able to look into his face and see his honest and loving face as he tried to go through the possibilities. Knowing that I had put my family through a lot of trouble already and the thought of adding more trouble made me feel guilty.

"They promised me, they burnt the pieces on the cliffs. There is no chance she is alive. I went to see myself, seeking permission from Billy Black first, owing him for receiving safe passage on the reservation. A debt that was repaid yesterday." Understanding better why we had gone out to look for Jacob, I nodded at Carlisle. As I sat and waited, his mind was going over what he had seen at the cliffs that day and I could tell he believed this was the truth.

He had gone to see the fire himself, seeking permission from Billy Black to cross the line between our land and Quileutes. It had been very difficult for him but in the end, Billy had granted permission as a favour in honour of Charlie. Sitting down across from me he crossed his arms and leaned back. Waiting for my response, his eyes showed concern and his face was tense.

I knew the only response that I wanted to give, would only be another question that couldn't be answered. A crazy consideration but my last resort.

"Carlisle. In that case there is only one option left. Can a vampire turn into a ghost?"