"Who?" I gave her a questioning glare.

"I'm not exactly sure…but I could feel his presence…power illuminating off of him. It's very strange, I have never felt anything like this before, especially coming from a Vampire." she gazed at the bed spread, lost in her own thoughts.

"What should I do? Is Edward coming back for me? Does it drink humans?" frantic now, I gripped her by the shoulders, snapping her attention back on me.

"Bella, calm down. I think the safest thing to do here is bring you back to my house…and then we can worry about what to do next." she had a calmness to her tone that left a haze of relief on my worried brain, but her eyes melted with terror.

"Okay, lets go then…let me just go leave a note for Charlie." I bounded down the stairs, only tripping once, and came abruptly to a stop when I reached the refrigerator. I searched for a piece of paper, when found, I clutched the pen tightly as I wrote:

Dad,

I'm going over to the Cullen's for dinner,

I might spend the night, so don't worry if I'm not home.

I left a casserole for you in the fridge so you don't have to

eat one of your disgusting frozen dinners.

Love You,

Bella

"Ready?" I turned to see Alice already in the front doorway, giving me a quizzical look.

I gazed at her for a moment, wondering why she was holding her arms out for me to rest in.

"You drove?" I asked hopefully. She only shook her head with a negative. My heart started to pound, heat rose in my cheeks, and dizziness swept my limbs. I hate running.

As I wobbly strode towards Alice, her face grew more and more amused at my antics. A small giggle escaped from her glittering stone lips as I was lifted in her arms, cradled like a new born.

I closed my eyes and dug my face into her shirt, taking in the scent, trying to steady my sputtering heart. And then we were still. I peered up to look at Alice's exhilarated face, giving her a tiny smile of thanks as she gently set me down.

We walked through the door of the Cullen household, the atmosphere solemn and almost…hostile. We sauntered into the living room where the whole Cullen family were talking. I followed Alice in, the conversation hushing to a whisper. All at once they looked at me, concern washed over their radiant angel faces.

Angels shouldn't look so sad.

All except Rosalie, an evil smirk tugged at her pale, glossed lips.

"Bella, how are you?" Carlisle suggested, trying desperately to change the dark air of the room, for my sake, I thought.

"Are you feeling well dear? You look so pale…" that was Esme, her motherly charm and concerned tone filled my ears.

"Ye-" my voice cracked, my throat burned on the exterior, "Yes, I'm fine, thank you." I finished politely, embarrassed at my childish tone.

"You look…" Emmet trailed off, searching for words to fit my description. I finished for him.

"Like death?"

"uh, yeah…"

my lips twitched into a small smile, that suddenly reached across my face, roaring laughter escaping from my throat. I could barely contain my self, I closed my mouth in an attempt to stop, but it just kept flowing from me like an unruly river.

I stifled it for only a moment, to get my explanation out, so they didn't think I had gone insane. Although by the looks I was getting from everyone, I'm not sure it would help.

"t…the..then .. I look …like you!" bouts of trader laughs still escaping my iron clad lips. Still looks of confusion, and concern. Yes, I'm quite sure they all thought I had gone off my rocker.

"b…because.. Your all dead!" once I said it, I realized that it was not funny at all, very stupid actually, but laughter still came. It was so boisterous, and sharp, even to my own ears. I was gasping for air, trying to get a hold of myself, when a blanket of darkness swept over my tired body. I heard the loud thump of my own body hit Edward's iron arms as I tumbled forward to fall. sleep came fast.

The hand gently glided through the liquid and grasped my own. I floated effortlessly out of the water, and on to a dry, heat drenched beach. I leaned back onto the ground, millions of sand particles stuck to my clothing, not wanting to let go. I breathed in steadily, not phased by my suffocation only seconds ago. I looked up to see a pale beauty…somewhat tall…long, dark blonde curly hair….skin glittering in the sun. A crimson substance stained his lustrous lips and teeth as he grinned widely. With one quick gesture, his hand was held out to me, to help me up. I firmly gripped his hand in mine, feeling the icy burn of his touch, trusting him completely. I felt as if I had known him all my life, brimming with feelings I had not known before…not love, nor lust….bewitchment. He held my gaze with his horizon blue stare. He lifted me up with no hesitation, and stood before me, as still as a Greek statue, and as beautiful. His hand trailed up my neck, his fingers stopping at the throbbing vein in my throat. And then his cool hand engulfed it, suffocating me once more, still the same crimson grin at his lips.

"Bella?" a soft whisper broke my reverie. I had to get back to him. I tightened my eyes, but I would not drift back to the place I was before, with the person I wanted to know.

"Bella?" louder this time. It was my Angel.

"uhhgg…hmm…" my eyes fluttered open to display Edward caressing my face with the back of his palm. Confused, I looked around at my surroundings, finding myself in Edward's room, but there was daylight.

How long have I been asleep?

"Edward?" I croaked. He looked down at me with love and relief in his light topaz eyes.

"Bella, my love." he cooed in a velvety smooth voice, he knew it would calm my nerves.

"Edward…what happened? How long have I been out?" I questioned a little less nervously.

His expression grew concerned and frustrated. "Three days."

I gasped. "did you change me?" I was shocked, but happy in a way. This was what I wanted after all, I just thought I would at least know about it.

"No." he stated flatly. I couldn't tell If he was angry with me or not…he looked very distant.

"Edward, why did you lie to me?" I glared at him, memories of the past flooding back.

He looked sorry, frustrated, and stressed. He grabbed my hand, and gazed at me longingly, for my understanding.

"It was dangerous Bella. If I would have said anything other than 'hunting' you would have wanted to come with me. I am sorry. I didn't like lying to you." he shyly admitted, his fingers combing through his bronze messy hair.

"I forgive you." I whispered, my fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.

"so this person…he came already? And left?" I asked curiously.

He hesitated, "Yes. I met with him…we had a brief…" he was searching for the right word, "discussion. And he left."

"oh." a pang of sadness drenched through me, for what reason, I did not know.

"So what's wrong with me?" I questioned, worried now. I don't think it's normal to sleep three days straight.

"Besides the obvious?" he smirked, amusement sparked in his eyes.

"watch it…" I warned playfully.

"Well, Carlisle said it was a nervous breakdown, caused by stress…" his eyes filled with sorrow. He stroked the heat in my cheeks.

"Well I'm better now." I stated reassuringly, knowing he thought it was him who caused my 'breakdown'.

I reached up to tug at a lose wave on his forehead, knowing it wouldn't hurt him, I pulled it until his face was level to mine.

"I love you, now and forever." my heart bled for him.

"I love you, for all eternity." he pledged.

He closed the gap between our waiting lips, my heart sped fast. His eager fingers trailed up my arm, over my shoulder and up my neck, he stiffened. He pulled away quickly, looking into my eyes.

His voice was a panic "Bella who did this to you?"

"what?" I said, confused as to his actions.

"Bella, tell me right now!" blood rising in his pale face.

"I don't know what your talking about!" I shouted, shocked and hurt.

He raced over to his desk and pulled out something with a wooden square handle. It was a mirror.

He grimaced as he raised it to my face and gently pulled back my hair with his loving hands.

I glanced at it, not knowing what he was talking about, he bent my head to the side, so I could fully see my extremities of the situation.

An outline of a slender hand was traced by fresh bruises along the entire length of my throat.