Wow! I am so sorry this chapter took so long! I have been so busy lately with a 600 (I just found out it is actually worth 600 not 300) point project and homework until midnight everyday. These past weeks have not been fun!

I hope you guys like this chapter, I personally didn't. It was really hard coming back to it after a few weeks. This was really hard to write and I thought it felt choppy in places. Let me know what you think.

I do have good news, though! 1: I finished my English project. 2: I made it into honor's English. 3: I am now a volleyball coach. Number three is cool, except now I will have even less time. Okay enough of my rambling. On with the show…

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight ,or New Moon or any characters in them. Stephenie Meyer does. I own Cyprien and Troy so please don't steal them!

Chapter 4

Rose

Edward had hurriedly pulled me out into the downpour and we were now walking toward the Volvo. He held my waist with the one hand, and was leading by the elbow with the other.

"Alice, why didn't you see them?" he growled menacingly, causing me to shiver involuntarily.

"I honestly don't know. It was like they had a block on their minds. That would make sense, since it is Cyprien's power, but as soon as they walked into the cafeteria, the block was lifted and I saw a vision," Alice explained.

"And what was it?" Edward hissed. He was obviously very impatient at the moment, distaste for the situation radiated off him like body heat would for a normal person.

"It was just of them shaking hands. I think Cyprien sent it to me to reassure me that Bella would be okay."

"Have you seen what they wanted?"

"No, that was blocked from me as well."

We were just reaching the parking lot now and the rain came down harder, pattering upon the top of our heads. Alice and Edward were completely silent now, both lost in their own thoughts. That, or communicating through their minds.

"Edward, we should be cautious, but they do not pose a threat right now. I don't think they would hurt Bella," Alice finally interrupted the silence.

I guess Alice was talking to Edward with her mind, and only voicing things she wanted me to hear. It made me uneasy for them to be talking without me knowing what they were saying. Like, when two people start talking in another language, and for all you know, they could be talking about you. The difference now, was that I knew they were discussing me, and I had no say in it.

"We don't know that. We don't know what they are here for. And until we do, she," Edward signaled to me, "is not going to be anywhere around them."

"You're in all of Bella's classes so even if they happen to be in some, you will be there. There is no reason to run," Alice continued on. Run? Was that what Alice was telling Edward not to do in his mind? Why would we have to run?

Their conversation was slowly turning from a conversation to an argument. The rain had soaked my clothes, and I could feel the wet seeping underneath my jacket, my shirt. I felt it against my skin and a chill rippled down my spine, followed by a set of violent shivers.

Edward and Alice had stopped walking. In the midst of his argument with Alice, he had released me, but was standing barely an inch from me. I wrapped my arms around my chest, holding my soaking clothes to me, trying to keep all the warmth possible close. My hair was soaked, and plastered to my neck; strands stuck to my face. The rain drops hit my hair and ran down my face, then fell to the ground. There was no use wiping them away, the rain wouldn't cease.

Alice and Edward continued to bicker, oblivious to the raging wind and the harsh rain that came down,. Both were soaked as I was, but neither seemed to notice. Their cold skin was exempt to the chill the rain caused.

Edward looked even more perfect when he was wet. His messy auburn hair was running into his smoldering eyes. His marble skin was shining with the water, and his clothes were clinging to his muscular body. This momentarily took my mind off of the shivers that coursed through my body, but they were still there.

"Alice," Edward snarled, "Remember last time? Do you remember James, or have you lost your memory? That is not going to happen again. Not now, not again. Not to her. I can't let it." Edward's voice had gone from a snarl to a low, soft voice filled with heartbreak as he remembered Phoenix.

I froze with the mention of James; my body going rigid, the shivers seeming to stop. That had been the worst experience in my life, and I am sure it had been a thousand times worse for Edward. I unconsciously moved my hand to the crescent scar on my other hand where James had bitten me.

Alice stared down at her feet, ashamed at where she had taken the conversation to. Edward's eyes were brought down to the ground as pain flickered across his face, and suddenly his eyes jumped up to me.

He ran his gaze over my wet hair and soaked appearance. Edward had never brought up Phoenix or even mentioned it, and now I realized why. I had never seen him in so much pain. I knew that it had been hard for him to see me like that, bloody and broken on the floor, but I never understood to what extent he felt it still. Alice never mentioned it to me either; though, by her face now, she must have seen it numerous times. She probably tries to avoid it also.

Edward moved toward me, now, and wrapped his strong arms around me, pulling me to his marble chest in reassurance that I was there. Edward stroked my hair and then rested his chin on the top of my head. I rested my hands on his chest and stared out at the forest around us. The rain fell down in harder pit-pats and I shivered. I hoped Edward would not notice for I did not want to move away from him, but he did. He looked down at me.

"I am sorry," he muttered and gently pulled me toward the Volvo. He opened the passenger side door, and I sat; bringing my knees up to my chin as I tried to gather all the heat left around me.

I watched through the rear-view mirror as Edward passed Alice, where she still stood, and spoke quickly to her before she nodded and walked away towards the school. Edward moved to the other side of the Volvo and climbed in. He sat silently for a moment before gracefully sliding off his jacket. He gently tucked it around my soaked body and started the car. The jacket was wet all the way through, but I still pulled it against me.

We drove in silence for the next five minutes. We were headed in the direction of the Cullen house, I noticed. I laid my head on my knees and closed my eyes; my wet hair falling like a curtain, ready to shield me from the world. My mind went empty and I drifted into a slumber.

I sat up as Edward pulled the car to an abrupt stop in the driveway of the Cullen mansion. The short sleep had not completely fogged my mind, so I was still able to refuse as Edward tried to pick me up. My left cheek was wet and red from being pressed against my wet knee as I slept. My jeans stuck to my legs as I hurriedly walked through more rain and made a sloshing sound.

Edward had turned unresponsive and just walked along my side. His thoughts were probably years away. We approached the door and I opened it and ran inside, slipping on the door hinge with my wet shoes. Edward caught me with one hand as I began to fall, and then briskly passed me and walked up the stairs.

"Esme will get you some dry clothese," he said quietly as he passed.

Esme, holding a thick, leather-bound book, came around the corner of the hall and took in my appearance and Edward's departure up the stairs.

"Edward?" she softly called after him. He stopped and then quickly continued, disappearing before my human eyes could register movement.

Esme moved quickly toward me and looked at my wet clothes. I was shivering again and I was sure she noticed.

"Bella, are you alright? Are you cold? Oh, you look freezing! Here, come with me," she said in a worried was before taking my hand and guiding me up the stairs.

"I'm fine, just cold…and a little wet," I chattered, glancing behind me at the puddles of water I was leaving behind on the staircase.

"A little?" Esme laughed, "Darling, you're drenched and shivering."

We left the stairs on the second floor and walked down the hall away before entering the door that I had come to know as Esme and Carlisle's room. I had never been in it before, when I could actually see.

Their room was huge, probably the biggest bedroom in the house. Their bed was in the center, against one wall- a trunk at the end of it-, with bookshelves lining two walls. Along the other wall and a half that the bed did not occupy, there was a hallway and a deep-colored wood vanity with a large mirror.

Esme disappeared down the hallway and I followed slowly. There were two doors down the hallway. Esme opened one and walked through. I walked to the door and my mouth dropped in awe. It was the largest closet I had ever seen. There were clothes that lined both sides of the walls and cases of shoes and jewelry in the back.

Esme was shuffling through a rack of dresses and stopped when she reached a light pink flowy dress. It had two thick straps and a sash that tied around the waist. It was gorgeous and looked to be very expensive. She held it up in the light before coming toward me. She took my hand again and we walked out of the closet, turning the light off. Directly across the hall, was the second door. She opened it and I was shocked again.

It was a bathroom, but not any ordinary bathroom. The sinks and counter tops were marble, as was the floor. On one side, there was a huge, marble Jacuzzi and on the other there was a marble shower with glass surrounding it. It was beautiful.

Esme dropped my hand and walked toward the sink. She opened a small cabinet and pulled out a towel.

"Here," she said with a smile as she passed me the towel, "I'll warm up the tub for you."

"Thank you," I replied.

She turned one knob on the huge tub and hot, steaming water began to cascade down. After a few minutes, the tub was full and the water was shut off.

"I'll be in my bedroom if you need anything," she spoke.

"Thanks," I repeated. My wet clothes and hair were making me feel sticky with the fogged up room. I was itching to peel off the layers and dive in; to free myself from the wet clothes that covered almost every inch of my freezing skin.

"It's no problem, Bella."

Esme hung up the pink dress on a brass hook next to the door before shutting the door behind her with a soft thud.

I turned back to the bath and began to peel of my jeans. I stumbled once or twice, but managed not to fall completely. I then proceeded to strip off Edward's jacket, my jacket, my wet shirt, and underwear before approaching the tub

The water felt extremely hot against my icy skin as I shrank into the water. My numb skin tingled as I sat. I laid my head back once I was fully submerged and watched my dark hair float on the surface. I felt the warmth of the water seep through my skin and begin to warm me up, though a few chills still climbed my spin now and again. Next to the Jacuzzi, a large, red bottle of something sat. I picked it up and read the label:

Aromatherapy Bath: Fresh Rose Scent

I unscrewed the top and poured some of the thin, burgundy flakes into my hand and sprinkled them around me. As the flakes began to dissolve, the aroma of roses filled the bathroom. The steaming water turned a deep, dark burgundy. I laid my head back, and sank down into the warm, red water.

Once again, I am so sorry to get this out late. Part of the problem was that I had perfected the middle of this story yet. Right now, this story looks to be around 15 chapters long. It might changes later though. The next chapter should be up soon since I know where I am going from here. Thanks to all of my faithful reviewers!

-CJ