AN: It has been awhile. Sorry it took so long, I just broke up with my boyfriend and it's MAJOR dramatic. More than need be. But I felt that I needed to finish up Edward's POV. Finally. Plus, my sister won't stop bothering me about every one of my stories needing an update since I made her read them. Stupid me… Anyways, this is Edward's POV on Everything Part III.

I need some help with how to end this story. It needs an ending and I am better with drama then fluff. So whoever wants to help me write an ending that keeps THIS Bella's personality, message or review me. Thanks.

Last Chapter's Lyric Answer Was:

Pressure- Paramore

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Skatergurl96792 (as always), obsessededwardcullenluver. That's it this time.

I will thank all recent reviewers at the end of this update. Enjoy.

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Chapter 24: Edward's POV on Everything Part 3

Recap:

I watched closely as her hair turned a beautiful brunette, her skin turned snow white and her body gained curves. She opened her eyes, and they were golden.

I gasped. It was Bella. My Bella.

I couldn't see anything else. All my color drained from my body slowly. Along with my feelings. Like a tub when you pull the plug. All you can hear is the gurgling noise, like someone is choking the water.

That's what it was like. Someone was choking me. Strangling me. It is the only way this could be real.

My Bella is dead. She has been for years now. Why is this girl deceiving me? Was she sent by someone to kill what little of myself I had left? Did they send this…shape-shifter to ruin what little peace that remained?

I couldn't even notice anything else. I only could stare at her. This girl who looked so much like the girl I loved, but so different at the same time.

I compared my perfect memory of Bella.

Her mahogany hair, waist-length and brilliantly thick. This woman, Iz, had waist-length hair. But it was more…brunette, but more mahogany at the same time. Deeper color, with more sheen, and more beauty.

Her eyes. Bella's eyes were so beautifully brown, a color that I loved after I met her. Rarely deep, unlike other brown-eyed girls I had met. Her eyes were my mirror into her thoughts, since I could not read them. So stubborn, yet vulnerable, I could tell what she was feeling by merely gazing into her eyes. The girl in front of me though, her eyes were pure golden. Her eyes seemed to show more memories than feelings of the heart. Her eyes seemed to tell a story, with confusion, pain, and discovery. They held depth to them though, just like Bella's. More than meets the eye would be a perfectly ironic statement in this case. By looking, gazing, at her eyes, I could tell there was more to her than what I could see. I could see the feelings, but not what caused them.

Her eyes held a deer-like quality that reminded me of Bella though. They seemed to be searching for something they lost. And they seemed to ask me to help them find it, this thing that caused them misery.

Then my inspecting was interrupted briefly, because Iz fell to the floor, seconds after a changing in her eyes. I felt a yearning to catch her, to never let her hit the ground, but Nicole caught her before I could take a step. A type of…acceptance, relief, hit her eyes before they closed. But before I could continue that train of thought, my bran hopped onto another train, riding the opposite direction.

And I continued my inspection. I looked at her skin then. So pale white, whiter than snow. Whiter than me. It seemed that I could only compare it to fresh snow, though. Like she was covered in snowflakes, so many snowflakes that you couldn't see what was underneath. Whiter than my Bella, though not by much.

In contrast to her skin, her lips were dark red. They stood out like a red fox sleeping on a snow bed. So plump, and full, they reminded me of a rose. Fully blossomed, and such a vibrant red that the petals color seemed painted on. How could it be that this was the face of a powerful predator, and possibly a person out to ruin my life, yet her face looked painted on so perfectly? A china doll, a mockery of Bella.

Then she woke up. I realized that Nicole was still holding her, and that my family was holding Alice. I quickly dove into Alice's thoughts behind this action, and was shocked to find that she felt hatred towards this fainting girl. Alice wanted to kill this girl before me. She wanted to harm her, for impersonating my love.

I felt a wave of anger toward her crash over me. But I quickly calmed myself as I realized, What if she was right? What if my suspicions were true? And she really was just trying to hurt us?

I didn't know the answer, but I know that I didn't want to this girl to be hurt by Alice. Because Alice hardened after Bella left. And mocking her for that…with her sister…would not be safe.

So when she shook off Nicole's retraining arm and took a step towards my sister, I had to make a split second decision. I tackled her to the ground, I touched the girl who could rip the last of me into little pieces. I touched her. I froze as I realized what I had just done. I replayed why in my head over and over and didn't even realize she wasn't under me anymore until I hear the 'thump' of her and Alice's united collapsing.

I quickly searched Alice's head for what was going on, but I discovered that there was a wall. Just like the one that blocked me from Bella's, Iz's and Nicole's mind now. I couldn't see it.

As I started panicking about this, they woke up from their brief unconsciousness.

Alice muttered one word, though we all could hear it as clearly as if she had shouted it, "Bella?"

I was sent reeling. Bella? No. How could Alice think that? How could she believe for one second that this…girl…was my Bella? She saw the gravestone. She read the obituary. She knew. And yet, she still had this moment, where she thought Bella was alive. What could have happened to make angry Alice, peaceful? And trusting of an imposter? Alice wouldn't be fooled.

I dove into Alice's thoughts to see what had happened, yet I only could see her confusing thoughts about Bella's longevity. Nothing told me what had happened when Alice and Iz were out cold.

So I studied Iz closer, trying to get more details. But I only saw what I had seen before. No change, no difference. What had happened?

Then Iz had a look of determination on her face, as she asked, "Who is Bella? I want a real explanation this time." Her stubborn look would have been comical. If it didn't look so much like Bella's.

Alice's happiness was short lived. As soon as she heard the confusion about Bella, Alice was back to menacing. "How did you show me memories of Bella? Is this some kind of joke? 'Cause I don't think it's funny."

What? Memories…of Bella? That's what had changed Alice's mind. Iz showed her…memories of Bella and Alice together. Something no one else would know. Not every little secret, every little thing said. Alice remembered them all perfectly, and this girl just showed Alice that she had those memories too.

"I am Bella?" Iz interrupted my thought process, with her confused question. Like she wasn't quite sure who she was exactly.

Alice almost roared in fury at this girl's deception. "No! You just look like her. You did this to prank us, am I right? Who told you or showed you a picture of Bella?"

She still looked confused as she told us, "No one told me to do anything. This is how I look, without my disguise. About the memories, you said those were memories with you and…Bella? Well, then I must be Bella, because those are my human memories!"

She didn't know who Bella was, and yet here she was, claiming those were her memories! How did she get them? Did she have amnesia, over only knowing her name? Knowing us? How did she get those memories, and not remember me? Did she only remember Alice then? I felt depression sweeping over me. Of course she wouldn't remember me. I left her in the forest, never to return. Even if she did remember me, she didn't care about me anymore. I let the depression continue to choke all feelings.

I couldn't hear the conversation anymore. If this was truly Bella, then she wouldn't care about me anyways. She was over me, and that in itself was enough to kill myself all over again.

I realized that she had stepped up to me, staring at me and holding out her hand. I was shocked. I didn't know what to think. All I felt was unbelievable joy. All I had to do was quickly scan everyone's mind to tell that they all believed it was truly Bella now. No imposter, no fake. My Bella.

As she paused mid-step, she got a thoughtful look on her face. I could have spent a decade pondering over what it meant, but she quickly shook whatever doubt she had away, and took another step forward.

And then my family was in front of me. No. I was this close to Bella, and they stood in the way. I would have gladly plowed over them to get to her, but my own doubts quickly registered in my mind. My family obviously still had doubts, though I couldn't focus enough to read their thoughts. My own head was confusing enough as it was.

"Let me touch him, please. I am almost done. I still don't get the memories I shared with all of you." So that was it. It was to get her memories. She didn't want me. She wanted the memories of me. Why though? Why would she want the painful thoughts that I came with? Or maybe thoughts of me came with feelings of triumph. Crushing a vampire, when you were only a human.

I heard my family's protectiveness come through in their words. They had been very careful of my feelings since Bella left. Not that I showed many feelings. But they could tell if something hurt me, I was more stoic, more silent. More alone in the world.

As Nicole defended Iz, I still couldn't be sure it was Bella, I winced in pain. That had been exactly what I was thinking. Why would she want the memory of that? It caused me pain, how could she handle it? Unless it didn't cause her pain, unless she didn't care, she just wanted to make sure that I knew that she had moved on. A pain so great it felt like millions of vampire teeth in my skin, ripped through my chest at the mere thought.

But then my family stepped aside, and I looked up at her, feeling the teeth in me, eating away everything I had left. She stepped forward, and touched me.

All of a sudden, I flew backwards, about 55 feet. It didn't hurt at all, so I was shocked when my whole family crowded me asking if I was all right. I just stood up, I was fine. And they knew it. Then I could see Iz again, and my family formed a type of vampire wall to protect me from her. My possible love.

Esme again told her that she couldn't hurt me, and Iz admitted that she flew backwards too. I looked past her and saw that a tree looked like it had been struck by lighting.

But my eyes trained back onto Iz when my family moved away, yet again. Then Iz firmly grasped my hand, and I felt us falling.

Then we were caught, by what seemed to be just…empty space. I turned to Iz and saw that she was watching a moving picture. I watched too, and realized it was like a movie of our relationship. Everything was showed. How we met, how we fell in love, and everything was from her point of view. I saw everything she had seen, and I finally understood how she felt in our relationship.

I winced through my cold glare when I first met her, I felt a ripping sensation when I saw how inferior she felt to me. She saw herself as the lucky one, and me as this god-like creature, who by some chance loved her. Oh, how she had it the other way around. It was like looking through the wrong ends of a binocular. You saw everything far away, without the right details.

I felt pain through everything. Even the scene in the meadow, I felt pain when I felt how scared of me she was in that one moment. Everything I had done to her, everything was wrong.

By the time we got to the part where I left her, I was stock still. I couldn't even bear the pain, and I didn't even notice I had fallen. Even as I wasn't looking at the moving picture, it played before my eyes. I felt the gripping sensation of her…dying inside. The pain in her eyes that I had seen when I left her, they revealed so little. They hope in her rising, then being crushed like I had stomped on her heart myself. Everything was heightened. I could see every little wince, I could hear my cold, detached voice, and I could feel the shutting down of her feelings, her emotions, her heart, herself. I gasped at the sharp pain, I could really feel the ripping…hole in my chest. And I couldn't make the image stop. It played over and over my eyes. I couldn't breathe, or blink, and if I had a heart that kept me alive, I would have ripped it out of my chest at that very moment.

But I didn't have to do these things, so I just laid there, watching the painful scene, feeling the crushing sense of losing something so important, you would die for it, over and over, until I was just…numb.

I couldn't feel anything. And time had no meaning to me. All that I could see was that scene. Me. Breaking my beautiful Bella, over and over.

I don't know how long I sat there…until I saw her leave. I saw Bella, backing away from me. I could barely register importance to that action. Then as I realized that it was…no it still is my Bella, running away from me, I tried to make myself focus.

And then she ran. All I could hear were her footsteps running. I could hear every crunch and crackle from leaves and grass and dirt and bug that she ran over. And now my mind was completely off what I did to her and completely focused on what I would do now.

Because she hated me. I could tell by the way she ran away from me. And it hurt like no pain I had ever felt. Leaving her had been less painful. At least then I was doing what was best for her, and she didn't hate me.

I bolted for her when I heard the snap of the tree. I was there in mere seconds. There she was, my Bella, back from my past, sitting on the ground. Crying. I could smell the faint scent of chipmunk blood, for the chipmunk was extremely small.

I saw that Bella was sobbing in front of two chipmunks. One dead, one alive. She had crushed the dead one.

All of this I processed in a second. And then her eyes snapped open. She uttered my name sorrowfully. And it took all I had to not run to her, beg her forgiveness and give her the world. Just because she said my name. "Edward."

As she said this she stood, brushing dirt and dust from herself. She was looking at me, but it didn't look like she was really there. Like she was trying to think something else. And then she closed her eyes, shut them tight and held on to herself. Her hands gripped her torso like it was a life or death situation. I could see the endless grief etched on her face, my angel's face. And I couldn't take it anymore.

I had her in my arms, and she resisted at first by struggling. But I held her as tight as I could, afraid to let her go again. I couldn't bear her loss again. I couldn't stand seeing her in pain, because of me. Again.

So I cherished every millisecond I had with her. I needed to hear her story, but I needed her in my arms as well. And I knew that this could be the last time for that opportunity.

It was too short. We soon arrived back at my house, and I stopped in front of my family. Immediately, Bella untangled herself from my arms, unwillingly on my part. Then she discreetly looked up to the sky, hinting that it was getting dark.

Esme rushed us inside, into the living room. Everyone took their respected seats, waiting for Bella to begin. Something we all wanted to hear, was how my human, fragile, clumsy Bella, became strong, fast, vampire Iz. The transformation I never wanted her to make.

And she didn't disappoint, giving us every little detail she could. Something that took us hours to finish. I couldn't repeat it all, for I couldn't wrap my own head around it. Everything she did, everything she went through, was because of me. And I still couldn't believe it.

But then it hit me.

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Song for today is:

Sometimes I'm a selfish fake,

Your always a true friend.

And I don't deserve you 'cause I'm not there for you,

Please forgive me again.

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