BPOV

Alice parked the car and was welcomed by Jasper. As he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately. It felt like I was intruding on something private. Quickly I turned and headed outside the garage. Walking over the lawn, the serene surroundings helped me loose the last bit of anxiety from my run in at the hospital.

After he had left and I had made sure to regain control of my breathing I had gone back to Charlie. Watching him sleep had been heartbreaking and made me understand better how he had felt when the situation had been reversed. Sitting at his bed, I had held his hand waiting for Alice to return. When she did, her nose had wrinkled as soon as she entered the room, asking who else had been here.

It had taken some time to tell her what had happened and her fierce response made me decide not to confide to her how much pain my shoulder was in. Thinking she might call security, make me file a report against him. Something that perhaps would have been the right thing to do but felt wrong at the same time.

Just before we wanted to leave, Charlie had woken up. I'd spend another 20 minutes talking to him but the medication obviously made him drowsy. After a very incoherent conversation where he again had asked me to thank Edward and also Jasper, he'd fallen back to sleep again and we'd left.

The drive back had been comfortable and 20 minutes from the hospital, I'd fallen asleep. Alice had woken me up when we were close to her house and now we were here, I remembered the text message from this afternoon. It's a date.

Smiling I looked at the front of the house and headed straight to the door. When I got to the front door, it was open. Somewhere in the house, a record was playing.

A piano concert that was powerful and also gentle at the same time. It was a piece I had never heard before and it called to me. Following the sound I went down the hall. The sound led me to the one room I hadn't seen yet. Stopping in front of it I paused, afraid I would interrupt someone. But the music was so beautiful it was impossible to turn my back on,so instead I placed my hand on the door.

The door was slightly open and carefully I pushed against it, letting it swing open completely. Before me was a large open space, there were candles all around the room giving the room a warm and gentle glow. In the middle was a grand piano and sitting with his back towards me was Edward.

He seemed to be completely unaware of my presence as his fingers flew over the keys, flowing free and fluent. I couldn't believe the music that had drawn me to this place was his. Afraid to interrupt him I stayed in the hallway, listening to the breathtaking music.

As he came to the end of the complex piece of music I closed my eyes, letting the last note run through me. Holding on to that tranquil feeling it had given me.

"Bella." The voice calling my name in a soft and seductive way made me gasp, opening my eyes to meet Edwards. He was standing in front of me, seeming to have moved from his seat behind the piano in a flash.

Taking me by the hand he carefully walked me into the room, leading me to the seat in front of the piano. Sitting down he pulled me down next to him and smiled.

"Sit with me?" Again his voice was soft and seductive but it wasn't his voice that made me sit down. Instead his eyes seemed to have captured me, taking me hostage in the endless golden depths that called to me.

Sitting down I kept my eyes on his, holding my breath. Afraid that if I would make any noise at all the spell would be broken.

Edward placed his hands back on the keys, not taking his eyes from mine either as he did. For a second the silence consumed me, then his hands began moving and his agile fingers seemed to blindly find each note. Within the first few notes I recognised the song.

Carlisle had given it to me when I first started having nightmares, allowing me to softly play it in my hospital room. It had been the only thing that could find me comfort. He had joked, saying it was my special lullaby.

The CD didn't do it justice. Edwards playing seemed to lift the piece to a higher level making me wish this was the first time I had heard the piece. Listening to every note I regretted knowing when the last chord would be played. As it approached towards the end there was a subtle change and instead of the piece ending, there was another sonnet intricately weaved into this this one.

"I changed the end slightly, just for you." Edward whispered to me as he saw my eyes wide with surprise at the realisation the song was different. Finally finishing the piece he gave me a croaked grin, making my heart stop for a second.

"You wrote this?" Unable to hide my shock at this revelation. I sat and watched his croaked grin change into a huge smile.

"Yes, you inspired this song when we first met." His honest and modest response made me love him even more. There was no remorse and no sadness behind his words, just his way of letting me know that our history hadn't been erased with me loosing my memories. And I regretted missing the history he so vividly could remember.

"Can you tell me about the time we first met?" Hoping his words could help me remember. I looked at him, waiting, hoping for an answer.

To my surprise he frowned and looked away.

"Do you really want to know about the first time we met?" His voice sounded strained, as if he memory didn't hold such great feelings for him.

"Yes." Not sure why I needed to know, but the feeling was there and impossible to ignore.

"You moved to Forks, the entire school population was talking about you all day. By now you must understand, none of us mixed with the other students. We keep to ourselves. That day when we entered the cafeteria, you were at a table with Jessica and Angela. By the way Jessica kept looking at us and the awkward glances you were giving us, I knew she was telling you about us. For a moment our eyes connected and I knew you were different." The way he said the word different made me cringe. It sounded like he felt the awkwardness of that realisation again and it effected me also.

"What happened next?" Wishing he would continue, even with the realisation this story wasn't like I had hoped it would be.

"You were in my biology class. Something about you, I felt so drawn to you. You can't imagine how I felt. Class seemed to last an eternity, when it finally ended....' His back still towards me, his shoulders hunched as he shook his head in silence.

"When it finally ended, I ran." Finally finishing the sentence, his words cut through me.

"What do you mean, you ran?" My voice was now shaking, feeling fragile and broken as the perfect bubble had burst. Knowing that the memory I had of my first day at school was real. A shudder ran through me as I remembered the pitch black eyes and the murderous look he had given me as I had walked down the aisle towards our teacher. The way his tight and tense body had been angled away from me as if he had been appalled by me.

"You hated me." The words barely managed to leave my mouth. It was one of the few memories I did manage to recover and the fact that I could remember it so vividly hurt me. Pulling back I felt the need to leave this room, as soon as possible. But in a movement so fast it was almost unnoticeable Edward turned towards me and put his hand on my wrist, willing me to stay with him his long fingers closed around my wrist. Reminding for a moment what had happened earlier at the hospital.

"No I never hated you." His words sounded rough and full of remorse.

"I wanted you so bad... unlike anything I had ever experienced in my entire lifetime and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself. So I went to Carlisle and told him I was leaving, trading my car for his and driving up north. The next morning I was in Alaska."

"What's in Alaska?" I forced myself to ask him, coaching him into telling more as he obviously wanted to tell me by the way he was gripping my wrist, holding me in place. His touch was cold and surprisingly calming. Making me lean closer to him, eager to hear more from him.

"We have some friends there, I stayed with them for a few days. Enjoying the mountains, the outdoors and the wildlife.... With some difficulty I managed to convince myself it was weak to run away, weak to be afraid of you a little girl and I returned. Feeling stronger about myself I talked to you in class, trying to make you forget my behaviour the first day at school." As he spoke of me wanting to forget he paused, closing his eyes again just barely allowing me to glimpse the pained expression he was trying to hide.

"It all changed, you changed me. The day when Tyler almost crushed you with his van. At that moment all I could think was how I wanted you to be safe so I could have you. My reaction to that event caused me to fight with my brothers and sisters. They wanted me to stay away from you, to not bring you into our life. But it was too late."

Opening his eyes at me the pain was gone, replaced by a tender look. "You had altered me beyond the point of return. I loved you and couldn't stay away from you any longer."

His last words made me melt. He loved me and couldn't stay away from me. Allowing myself to look into his eyes, there was something else. Something he was still keeping from me.

"From that point on, we were together?" Asking him for a final answer, I hoped he would answer. Instead he shook his head. Trying to file away the information that apparently I had almost died twice this year. Something Charlie hadn't confided in me.

"No. There was still one more thing that happened. Something you found out that changed everything, that opened all doors into my life, into our lifes." Looking me in the eyes I understood how desperately he needed me to understand the importance of that revelation.

The knowledge that somewhere in my mind seemed to be the key that would unlock all doors made me frown and bite my lip. Not for the first time I felt torn between the feeling to start screaming or crying, the need to kick and fight or run and hide.. all at the same time.

"So until I remember, we can't be together?" Whispering the words, I prayed he wouldn't answer. Wishing he would just put his arms around me and tell me that no matter what, we should be together.

"Because, what if I never remember?" Telling him my biggest fear made me feel vulnerable and the silence that followed made me know, it was a mistake speaking my fears out loud.

"What if you don't like what you remember?" Turning my fear around, I realised that like me he was scared also. Moving closer to him I brought my hand to his face. As the tip of my fingers touched his skin, Edward seemed to freeze completely. The cold flawless skin made me pull back my fingers.

"I think... not being with you is worse than anything that could ever happen to me. Ever since last Friday, you are all I want." As his hand caught mine and our fingers intertwined I knew, his last defence was falling.

"Tell me." No longer pleading or asking but demanding answers. I sat and waited for his response. For a moment it was very silent and neither of us moved, around us the candles flickered making the warm glow in the room the only thing around us that changed.

Edward got up and walked towards the hallway, at the door he stopped and looked over his shoulder. "If that is your wish, follow me." Knowing this was my chance I got up as fast as possible. Almost tripping over my own feet as I stood and turned at the same time. Stumbling towards the door he opened his arms for me, welcoming me close to his body.

Sighing as he wrapped his arms around me he pulled me close. It felt like coming home.

As he let go and stepped back I pouted at him. Making him grin that croaked grin again I loved so much. Leading me to the living room he opened the door, leading me out in the veranda.

Outside twilight had begun. Without thinking I opened my mouth.

"You're favourite time of day." Not sure where the information had come from, his soft kiss on my hair made me sure it was right.

"Bella, do you trust me?" His words seemed strange to me. But the cautious look in his eyes told me, he was serious.

"Yes I trust you." Not sure why he asked me, I knew it was the truth.

"I want you to climb on my back and close your eyes." Turning his back to me he crouched slightly, giving me easy access to climb on his back. Hesitantly I looked at his shoulders before carefully placing first my right hand and after that my left hand on his shoulders.

"Are you sure, I'm not such a lightweight like your sister." My remark made him laugh and he quickly moved his hands back, scooping them behind my knees and pulling me on his back effortlessly. The very swift move surprised me and I could just manage to stay quiet. Afraid to fall backwards I locked my arms around his neck tighter and leaned closer to him. I could feel his body underneath mine and it was impossible to not notice how lean and strong it was.

"Now, close your eyes and promise to not open them until I say you can." Standing with me on his back, Edward waited as we were facing towards the river and forest. The view was spectacular and with a small feeling of disappointment I obliged to his demands.

"Not sure why, but ok. I promise to close my eyes." I closed my eyes and burying my face into his shoulder I inhaled and was captured by his sweet scent. Not knowing what would happen I waited and only by the slight rocking of his body and the cold wind brushing past me, I could tell we were moving.

Underneath me, his muscles moved and it amazed me how easy he seemed to be carrying me on his back. It seemed completely natural to be this close to him and I forgot all about closing my eyes.

Opening them I expected to see he was carrying my somewhere inside the house or perhaps the garden but all I could see was a blur, shocked at the green and brown blur that surrounded me I closed my eyes and bit my tongue. Afraid that I would scream.

Clinging even closer to his body I silently begged for whatever was happening to stop and concentrated on breathing.

"Bella, you can let go now." His soft velvet voice brought me back to him.

"I can't." Afraid to open my eyes again I stayed in the same position, arms locked around his neck in a death grip.

"I told you to keep your eyes closed." His laughter made me flush as I understood he knew I cheated. Carefully I loosened my arms and allowed him to put my feet on the ground.

Carefully I opened my eyes and found he had turned around and wrapped his arms around me.

Stepping back I pulled loose, and panic started to consumed me as I realised we had travelled far away from the house in just a few minutes. In front of me Edward stood, his hair blown into a mess by the force of the wind that had brushed past me. He didn't move, didn't even seem to be breathing as his eyes cautiously looked at me. His pale flawless features seemed to be frozen as he cautiously watched me.

Suddenly understanding that something was completely wrong I backed away from him. As the events of last days and the strange memories I did have seemed to melt together in a threatening mess, all I wanted to do was run. But his eyes, tortured and black held me prisoner and instead I froze in place.

Gathering all the strength I had, I pushed myself to speak out loud. My voice sounded far away and broken as fear consumed me.

"What are you?"