A/N – Sorry about the delay. I was bit stuck on how to go about this, but I think I'm satisfied with this.

Bella POV

I woke up from the strangest dream. I dreamt I was on the back of Paul's motorcycle driving towards La Push to have a talk with Sam about something. What was it? Was that really a dream? I sit up and realize I am not in my bed, nor am I in my own pajamas. The hell?

Then it hits me. I WAS riding on the back of Paul's motorcycle and we WERE heading to talk to Sam about Paul helping me work on the bikes I had picked up for Jake. We were rounding a curve when all of the sudden Paul's muscles tensed and I felt like I was flying through the air. I heard the screech of metal on concrete and the boom of something hitting rock or really solid tree. The wind was blowing through my hair and I felt ice cold hands gripping me tightly. I started to struggle, which I knew was futile but instincts kicked in. Then I felt a pinch on my arm and there was darkness.

I surveyed the room. It wasn't huge. The walls were a dark grey with white trim all around. The one nightstand, dresser, and armoire matched the bed in the center of the room, all in a shiny cherry wood. The bed was covered in a grey and burgundy bed set and was soft. I felt like I would sink straight into the center. There weren't any other distinguishing factors about the room really. I assumed the one door led to the hall way, but I was cautious about trying to get out the bed. There no telling who was holding me here.

Who could have taken me? I was sure it was a vampire. The cold arms that had held me previously gave that away. I didn't think any of the Cullens would do this. And James was dead… But Victoria wasn't. Holy Crow! Victoria! Why would she want me though? Unless, it's some kind of revenge for James' death? But that wasn't my fault! He was the one who attacked me!

I was drawn from my panicking thoughts by the creaking of the door. I said some silent prayers to whoever was listening to let this be it, let it be quick and painless. Don't let them go after my family or friends. Oh God, Paul! What will happen to him when I die? Oh man, oh man, oh man…

I couldn't look at the door, could not face my end head on. So like a coward, I ducked my head and closed my eyes. I didn't open them when the bed dipped nor when cold fingers touched my face. I only opened them when I heard my name whispered. "Bella." I jerked up, eyes wide, mouth agape in disbelief. No way. He's supposed to be gone! No, no, no, no, no, no…

Edward

It came out as a breathless whisper. I just stared. Of course he hadn't changed one bit. His hair was still a mop of copper, his alabaster skin still flawless, his eyes shined golden. I shook my head to clear the daze that I always seemed to be in around him. "What the hell are you doing here?! Where are we?! What the HELL is going on?!" My voice got louder and stronger the longer I ranted. No, he could NOT be here! He could not ruin everything I worked so hard to gain! I was ALIVE and LIVING a real LIFE. I had friends, I had Charlie, I had finally found someone with the potential to love me unconditionally!

Edward just stared at me, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Oh my Bella, I have missed you. I can't believe I have the mistake of leaving you. I have been a shell of a man since I left. I realize now that it was a pointless endeavor to leave you."

I knew I looked like a fish the way I was gaping at him. Was he serious?! "Here my love. I brought breakfast." It was then that I noticed a tray on his lap with pancakes, eggs, bacon, juice, and coffee. "Edward, stop! Answer my questions." He sighed unnecessarily. "I am here to be with you again Bella. We are in a cottage in the woods behind the family home. You are my mate Bella. You sing to me; your silent mind, your blood, your sweet innocence, everything leads me to you, always back to you. We belong together." I continue to stare at him, unable to truly process what he is saying. I just can't understand why he would say those things now after the way he left me in the woods. Time for me to check out of here. Ok, I know where I am; now how the hell do I get out of here? "What time is it Edward?" He glanced out the window to the right of the bed. "I'd say it's about 9 AM right now."

Oh my God! Charlie, Paul… They must be freaking out! I've been gone almost a whole day! My breathing hitched for a moment and became heavy. I moved to get off the bed and out the door, mumbling quietly to myself. "Oh no no no no no… Charlie… Paul… Jake… gotta go… need to see him… Paul… help me." As he sensed my movement, Edward stood to grab my arm. I jerked out of his reach, backing in the wall next to the window and turned to look out. "NO!"

Watching his reflection in the window I saw him pause at my shout, furrowing his eyebrows as if confused by my violent reaction to him. Well what does he expect?! That I would just jump right back into his arms? Not just no, but HELL NO! But apparently that's it. "Darling, I don't understand. I love you; I want you back in my life. I NEED you back in my life. I can't live without you. Everything I told you before was a lie. An absolute lie that I thought would prevent you from becoming involved deeper in our world. I wanted to protect you, let you live a normal life. But I am selfish and I cannot let you go so easily."

I can't help the incredulous look on my face as I turn back to him. "Protect me?! You honestly have no idea what you and your family did to me. I was addicted to you Edward. I was a junky on a vampire high and I never wanted to come down. And to just be thrown to the side like that?! It nearly killed me. I thank God everyday for Charlie and his patience and for Jacob and Quil and Embry for bringing me back to life." I saw him flinch as I mentioned my Quileute friends. Oh, he would have been with Carlisle when the treaty was made way back when. Huh, guess he wouldn't like the fact that I'm now a mate to one either.

"I know Bella. I hurt you in every way possible both by being with you and leaving you. I warned you what we were like. I told you that everything about us was meant to draw you in and like a bee to honey, you came. But you were weaving your own magic too. I was and still am pulled towards you with no hope of release and I don't want it." My patience started to wear thin at that point so I began looking around the room for something, anything to help me out of here. Of course it was pointless, usually is when dealing with a vampire. But I was hoping that maybe his "love" for me would let me go. Yeah, no such luck.

His ice cold grip is suddenly on my arms and I am back lying across the bed. The loud crash of the breakfast tray was nearly drowned out by the growl coming from Edward's lips. It seemed that his patience was lost too. I struggled futilely for a moment before I gave up. His scent began to overwhelm me. I knew what was coming but found myself unable to stop. I was finally getting a hit of what I have craved for months. Then he began whispering in my ear. Oh that voice that wove magical fantasies of an endless life and love; of times spent in passion and learning and so much more. "Bella, my love I need you to listen to me." I couldn't help my eyes as they drifted closed and my body as it relaxed at the sound. I knew I should be struggling but I couldn't find the will to do it. He leaned up slowly. "Isabella, my beautiful Isabella. Won't you open your eyes for me?" His voice was barely audible, his sweet breath washed over my face and my eyes obeyed his command. I stared into the golden orbs, just barely noticing the slight smirk on his mouth.

"You've missed me, haven't you Bella?" I nodded my head slightly. Well of course I missed him. He was my first love. "Don't you want to give us another try? I promise I will do whatever you want. I will make love you to you night and day, I will marry you, I will change you, whatever. Just please be mine again." My eyes were hazy with tears and my heart conflicted. I felt the pull to him, was almost fully intoxicated. But there was a little niggle inside of me, something saying that this was wrong, I was not supposed to be here with him. And then he touched his lips to mine. A faint press, barely felt, but it made my decision for me.

"OK"