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I started reading Wuthering Heights again, before Eclipse comes out, and I realized to my total embarrasement last night that in the first chapter of this story I spelled Cathy's name with a "K" I fixed it.

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Please don't forget - there is an epilogue!

This chapter starts immediately where the last one left off.

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I guided Edward back to the blanket and pulled him down to sit by me under the ancient tree. Needless to say, I wasn't quite sure where to start on all I wanted to tell him. I positioned myself directly in front of him. He had no idea what was going on. He was completely taken aback by how calm I seemed.

"Edward," I began. "After our last conversation on the phone, when I was at the condo, I was very upset." I was hurt you wouldn't open up to me and that you cut me off so harshly. But, then I started to think about you. You had always been so honest about everything having to do with your life, that I knew that whatever was bothering you had to be so bad that you felt you couldn't tell me."

I took both his hands in my own and said, "I was so far away from you and had no idea how to help you. I sat on the beach for hours that day trying to find a solution, and that's when I decided to do something I've haven't done in many years." I took a deep breath and told him. "I decided to pray."

Edward's head shot up. He jerked his hands away and looked at me with narrowed eyes. I couldn't tell if it was skepticism or surprise that I saw there.

"Be serious Bella," he said.

I drew back a little from him. I had not expected that. I was no longer sure he would believe anything I told him. He had never acted that way to me before.

I looked in his eyes to try to understand what he was thinking. I didn't comment on his remark. I decided that for the moment I would continue with my story. "After I prayed, I sat on the beach until it was past dark and I was soaked through with rain. I went to sleep that night planning on flying back to you the next day. I just wanted to get back to you, then something happened."

I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts and said, "Edward, I had a dream that night, and I am going to describe what I saw." I swallowed hard and began.

"First, I saw a beautiful boy holding a little girl with dark curls and she was wearing a white dress. She was bloody and dirty and she was dead."

When I said that, it was as if an explosion went off in Edward. He shot back five feet from me and rocked back on his hands. He was shaking. He choked out the words, "Who told you? I've never told anyone! Somehow Alice. . ." He was glaring at the house. He was standing now and preparing to take out his wrath on Alice when I grabbed his hand as he went by and said quietly, "Edward, Alice told me nothing."

He stared down at me with large eyes. I could feel the tremors in his hand. I pulled him down to me and said gently, "There's more."

"Next, I saw a man with dark hair and a mustache beating a little boy and saying, "You killed my little girl."

In a flash he stood up again and was backing away from me. He started wandering around in circles. His breath was coming out in ragged gasps. He looked at me like I was someone he hardly knew. I had never seen him behave anywhere close to this.

"Bella, I don't understand what's going on here." He seemed so lost, so confused and so angry. He was very upset that I knew anything about this.

I ran and grabbed his shoulders and squared him in front of me.

"Edward, I am going to help you sort this all out. I'm not leaving you no matter what happens this day. I have so much to tell you, but I can't unless you take a deep breath and calm down."

He took his breath, but he was nowhere near calm. He was focusing on me though, which was a start.

"I am going to ask you a question," I said calmly. "Do you remember that the man with the dark hair and mustache is your father?"

He let out a large sigh. "Yes, I have always remembered that he was my father." He closed his eyes and continued, "What haunts me is that he said I killed his. . .It. . would have to. . . to. . . mean. . . that I killed my sis. . . . That I killed a little girl." His lightning fast hands were at his face then he wrapped his arms around his sides. He was backing away from me and tearless sobs were coming from his chest.

I caught up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, "Edward, my love, you didn't kill Annie."

He froze. After a moment he pulled back to stare at me with wide eyes that actually had fear in them. "Did you say Annie?. . ." "How could you possibly know about her?. . . . about any of this?"

Calmly, I touched his face again and said, "Edward, In a dream, I saw what has been tormenting you. My dream, vision, whatever it was, I hope, will give you your answers if you will let me tell you everything." I smiled. "My love, I have so much to tell you. I grabbed his hand and brought it to my lips and then to my cheek. Are you ready to hear it?"

He looked at me for a moment and then held me in a tight desperate grip to his chest. His breathing was so fast. I could tell he was torn between wanting to hear what I had to say, and running, far away, ashamed that I knew anything about this. I closed my eyes and held on to him as tightly as I could. His chest was like a hard stone, but he seemed so breakable right now.

"Bella," he whispered, "I ask you this. . . do you promise everything you are telling me is true? You really had a dream about all of this, about my life 80 years ago? No one else has said anything to you? This is all too impossible to believe."

I looked up into his eyes and said, "Edward, I swear I am being completely truthful. I have had just a little more time for it all to sink in, but I am just as amazed as you. As far as I know, you have been torturing yourself privately about all of this and have never confided in anyone."

Edward ran his hands through his hair and over his face again. He looked at the river for a moment and then back at me. Nothing has ever touched me as much as the look I then saw in his eyes. It was the look of trust.

He took a deep breath and shook his head and then he guided me back over to the blanket and pulled me down to sit beside him. "Something tells me I'll need to sit down for this," he said.

And so it began, I prayed this was the beginning of the end of all his demons.

I turned so that I was looking directly at him. "Edward, that night after I came in from the rain, and had this amazing dream, I saw the images we spoke of, plus some others we can talk about in a moment. When I awoke, I was terrified and in complete wonder of what I saw, and what it all meant. But, there was one thing I was sure of." I lifted his chin to my face as I said it. "I knew it all was a direct result of my praying about you. It was my answer, and I needed to act on it."

He stared at me with hurt in his eyes and said, "If there is a God, he forgot about me a long, long time ago."

I pulled his face to mine and kissed him softly, and said, '"You can make your own judgments after I tell you everything."

I continued my story, "That morning I made up my mind what I was to do next. I went to Chicago."

His head snapped up and his voice rose. "You went to Chicago?" he fumed.

"Yep." I said.

He set his mouth and looked out at the river. "Bella, going to Chicago. . ." he was shaking his head in frustration. "I have spent countless amounts of time and money trying to solve this mystery. There is no record of Annie anywhere. I have been trying since 1929 to figure this out. The horrible images started coming to me during the 10 years I was away from Carlisle. When I came back to him, I did all I could to stop the. . . scenes from playing in my mind. The neighborhood where I lived was all but killed off with the Influenza, I found no one who could tell me anything. How could you have possibly figured all this out in a matter of days?"

I nodded my head in agreement, and said, "I spent an entire day running into the same roadblocks you spoke of. I just knew Annie existed, but there was no record of her."

I smiled at him again and said, "But, I had one small break. I could see you both very clearly in my dream, and from that, I guessed at your ages. I spent one day searching archive newspapers for a story about Annie's death. Just before closing, I found what I was looking for. It only gave me one clue, but it was a good one. Her name was Annabelle Masen."

Edward's eyes widened. "Annabelle Masen! That's what the newspaper said?"

I smiled and nodded my head. "I went back to the hotel that night happy for what I had found, but I still was lost. I didn't know if she was your sister, or maybe a cousin. . . there was no sister on your family records. I eventually went to bed that night feeling very discouraged."

I positioned myself so I was looking directly into his eyes and said, "Edward, that night something wonderful happened."

He raised his eyebrows and said, "You had more dreams about me or Annie?"

I shook my head and said, "No Edward, your mother came to me."

He blinked his eyes and all the air went out of him, "My mother?" His voice was high and broke when he spoke. It came out sounding like a young boy.

Telling him about this, was too much and the tears started in the corners of my eyes. "Oh Edward, she was beautiful. You look so much like her. Your mother touched my cheek and thanked me for making you so happy, she said she hadn't seen you happy in so long."

"She told me that she knew I loved you a great deal. And Edward, she told me to tell you something."

"Bella, what did she say?" He had taken my hand and was gripping it so tightly.

"Well," I said smiling, "She was holding my hands as tightly as you are, then she looked deep into my eyes with so much intensity and said, "Tell Edward his soul is not lost. It's never too late to be redeemed."

Edward let go of my hands and rocked slowly onto his back. He was staring straight up with his arms on his forehead. I could tell his mind was racing trying to process everything he had just heard.

"She's knows what has been happening in my life," he whispered. "Redeemed. . . ." he muttered to himself. "She said that to me shortly before I . . ."

"Before you collapsed on the sidewalk after your father's funeral," I finished his thought for him.

His eyes looked into mine, he seemed amazed that I knew this, but his look was far away, remembering things that had been long pushed out of his memory.

He stayed on his back and stared up through the tree in silence. I couldn't imagine what was going through his mind.

After several minutes of silence, I said, "Before your mother left, she said the name of Sarah Jane Dutton, and then she was gone."

He looked at me, "Who is Sarah Jane Dutton?"

I smiled once more and shook my head. Edward wasn't done with all this quite yet. I moved closer to him and put his head in my lap. With my left hand I ran my fingers through his hair.

I looked down into his face and said, "Sarah is the person who solved the mystery."

Edward's eyes grew wide and he stopped breathing. "Bella, tell me everything." he quickly said.

As I thought about Sarah I began to smile. "Well, Sarah is a 96 year old woman who still lives in Chicago. She knew your mother and father and. . . she adored you."

Edward actually smiled. "She remembers me?" Edward stared out again and said, "Someone actually remembers me from back when I was a. . ." He swallowed hard and didn't finish. I knew he wanted to say when he was human, but he couldn't make himself say it.

All of the sudden, I saw recognition flash across his face. "Sarah . . .she was a little girl that I knew. I can barely make out her face," He whispered in frustration. He looked at me as he raised his eyebrows and said, "She remembers me?"

I talked to him gently as I touched his hair and face. "Edward, she has done a lot more than just remember you. She had tears in her eyes when she spoke of you." I told him all of Sarah's memories of him. I recalled all the details of how well he treated Sarah, and what a sweet and kind boy he had always been. He loved hearing everything I told him. As I finished, he swallowed hard and said, "What did she say about Annie?"

I recounted the story about Sarah's mother and then said, "She asked your mother to raise Annie as her own. She really was your little sister. There was no record of her because Ruth's parents would not allow a legal adoption. Your parents always planned to take care of it later, but she died and then all of you died as well."

Edward looked at me and said, "Tell me how Annie died, please."

I looked at him lovingly and said, "Edward it was all a sad and horrible accident. You were playing baseball with your friends on a field next to where you lived. You were just a twelve year old boy. Annie really wanted to play the game too, but you told her to leave. Usually, you included her in everything you did, but this time you didn't. She got very upset and ran off the field. She got too close to the road and when she turned around to tell you something, she stumbled off the sidewalk and. . ." I paused for a moment. "She fell into the path of a carriage pulled by four horses. She screamed, and you saw the whole thing."

Edward sat up slowly. He was staring down at the ground. He took a breath. I didn't realize until that moment that he hadn't been breathing through my entire story.

"I didn't kill Annie."

I rubbed his back and said, "No Edward, you didn't."

He brought his knees up and rested his elbows there with his head in hands. His eyes were closed and his breathing was deep in his chest, almost as if he was cleaning out all the torment and horror that had been living there for so many years.

"You know, I said, "If it wasn't for the good person you are, things would have been much worse. Your father did not take her death well, as you remember, but it was you, who through your patience and love brought him back to you and your mother. He began drinking heavily and left. You went and searched for him. I saw you looking for him in a dark alley."

Edward silently nodded.

"You all grieved for Annie, but your father became lost in all his grief. You found him and helped him heal, and made the family whole once again."

Edward looked up and gazed out at the river. "All this time, I thought I had killed Annie. I thought my soul was damned before I ever became a vampire." Then he whispered, "I thought all of this was my punishment for what I had done to her. I thought I just kept losing my soul a little more everyday."

I came behind him and grabbed him around his middle and put my chin on his shoulder. "I always knew you didn't do it. I went to Chicago to prove you wrong. I know you are not a monster, you never have been. You are my beautiful miracle and my reason for everything."

Edward turned around and grabbed me and held me to him. His hands held my head tight to his chest and I could feel kisses in my hair. I began to hope that there was a chance for us to have real happiness. To live a life where he didn't believe he was a monster and constantly try to push me to leave him. I breathed in his scent and felt his chest go in and out. His breathing eventually took on a calmer rhythm and I looked up at him and smiled.

"Edward, there is one more thing I haven't told you. His shoulders slumped. He playfully rolled onto his back and said, "Oh please, tell me there isn't anything else!"

I laughed and crawled over beside him. He put his head back in my lap again and looked up at me.

"Edward, I told you that Sarah has never forgotten you. There is more to that." I brought his hand up to me and kissed his fingers. "You taught her to play the piano."

Edward's eyes brightened, "I did?"

I nodded my head enthusiastically and said, "Edward, you just won't believe it. . . she has your piano in her house!"

Edward looked stunned. "Bella, you're kidding!"

I was smiling and hugging his hand under my chin. "Edward, after Sarah saw the way I reacted when I saw your piano, she offered to play a song for me that you had taught her." Tears started in the corner of my eyes again just picturing that moment. I opened my mouth to speak but I was still too emotional. Edward looked at me and said, "Bella, are you okay?" I swallowed hard and tried again.

"Edward, she played my lullaby."

He sat up and stared at me in amazement. He shook his head and looked down then back up again and said, "After I met you, the music came so easily, from deep inside me." He looked at me with so much love. "I guess it took you to bring it out."

He ran his fingers over my cheek and said, "This is all more than I ever hoped to regain." He shook his head slowly back and forth and said, "Oh, my love."

He touched our foreheads together and he said, "I can't believe you went to Chicago and. . . that you went through all this just to help me. How am I so blessed to not only have the love of my life here with me, but to have you do me such a kindness and take care of me and love me. Bella, thank you, so much."

"Edward, I would do anything for you, anything."

He pulled away and looked at me. "It's going to take a while to think through all you've told me."

I looked at him very seriously and said, "The most important part of everything I've told you, is that God has not forgotten you, and you have a soul. A magnificent soul, a beautiful soul."

Very quietly he said, "I will think about that."

"You should always listen to your mother," I said.

He awarded me with my crooked smile.

He kissed my wrist as he lay back down in my lap. He closed his eyes and he looked so peaceful and calm. He turned towards me so that he could put his arm around me. His face was buried in my stomach.

I didn't want to disturb him. I hoped with all my heart that this was the first of many peaceful moments for him, for us. Two weeks ago I left to decide my future. I never dreamed our future could look so bright. I would spend the rest of the world's days loving him. One lifetime wasn't enough.

I started to run my fingers over his back and down his marble arm, through his hair, on his neck and shoulders. A breeze wafted through the tree and it brought his scent to me. My heart began to beat a little faster and he glanced up at me.

"What were you just thinking about?" He rolled over on his back.

"I'll never tell," I smiled playfully.

He slowly lifted his face up to mine and his eyes looked hungry, not thirsty.

He put his hand on my neck. I knew my pulse was now racing under my skin. My breath was quickening and I longed to feel his cold lips on mine, as if by command, he pulled me to him.

All the stress of the last few weeks melted away under his touch. This kiss of his was different. So many kisses of the past had a desperation to them, almost daring me to stay. But this one, was love. He lingered on my lips and we moved together in a way he was always afraid to do before. His hand caressed up and down my neck. My hands were on his face and in his hair, but I wasn't wild, and he wasn't afraid that he needed to stop. He slowly pushed me down on my back. He laid beside me and kissed my neck and my jaw. His lips were on mine again slowly kissing me. Each kiss seemed to be a new way for him to tell me he loved me.

When we finally parted, he rubbed our noses together and whispered, "Bella, I love you."

I whispered back, "Oh Edward, I love you so."

He laid his head on my chest and closed his eyes. I wondered if he would still do this when there was no heartbeat there to listen to. I hoped he would.

I turned my head and saw the envelope just within my reach. "Oh gosh, I can't believe I forgot." I said. Edward looked up at me. I smiled and said, "There is just one more thing."

"You're kidding," he said.

I reached out for the envelope and handed it to him. He raised one perfect eyebrow and sat up and opened it. As soon as he saw the picture all the air went out of him.

"Oh Bella."

He touched the faces of his mother and father. He stared at Annie and himself. He studied the picture intensely for several minutes.

Then he looked at me and asked, "How did you get this?"

"Sarah gave it to me," I answered simply. "I wish you could see her. You would like her very much."

"Bella, I have to tell you. When you left, I was sure that when you had a chance to think clearly you would realize how foolish you were and make the decision that you were leaving me."

"I just kept dreaming that you'd be with me, but I never really thought it would happen. It has always been so much easier to believe the bad."

"Now, in one afternoon so much has changed for me, for us. I can't believe what you did for me. I just can't believe it."

"You know," I said, "This was all a miracle. I had nothing to do with it."

Edward looked at me and said, "If there really is a God, I will start by thanking him for you."

"Does this mean that you will change me?" I asked hopefully.

He sighed a large sigh, "I just want you to progress and change and be everything that you can be." He touched my cheek. "You have so much promise. Like I said before, you are more beautiful now, than you were two weeks ago. Think how beautiful you'll be when you're 25. Or 45. Or 85."

"That was such a lovely thing to say," I whispered.

"By the way," he said. "You said something earlier about me not wanting to change you because your scent would go away." He got a little breathless then he said, "Actually, your scent would be much, much more concentrated. He ran his lips over my forehead and said, "I would be driven mad by it."

I was a little breathless myself as I said, "Just think how great it would be to have all that intoxication and actually be able to do something about it." I stared up at him with what I hoped was an alluring gaze.

Another crooked smile, "Oh believe me, I dream about it all the time." Then his lips were on mine again.

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Sigh . . . don't forget the epilogue!