A/N: Plot time! Yay!

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College Beginnings

In the morning, after a considerable six hours, Edward left Bella with Alice to speak to Carlisle. Alice was trying to coax some last minute "fun" out of her before they left for college. Edward was worried about Bella's apparent lack of memory.

"Is she really supposed to lose her memory so fast? I don't remember it happening so fast with Rosalie and Emmett, but you, Esme, and I never really knew them before the change, either," Edward asked him after telling him what had happened.

"It's not supposed to happen that fast, no… but everyone's different, and it might happen at different rates for different people. And her power affects the mind… Maybe her control of others has forced her memories to be removed. We could try showing her things from her past to see if she recognizes them," Carlisle suggested.

"I think we should. We should know just how much she remembers and how much she's lost," he murmured somberly.

"Bella," Carlisle called out in a normal tone, "could you come here for a moment? We want to show you something." He pulled out a photo album as he said this, one of many albums of pictures from when Bella was human. Many of the pictures were the ones she had taken herself with her eighteenth birthday present camera.

"Alright," Bella conceded, bouncing down the stairs and meeting them at the couch. They opened the album and searched through the album, showing her the pictures of her past. She recognized herself, Edward, and the rest of the Cullens and their home, but she had maintained constant contact with them through the change and after.

She was confused by pictures of her friends, not even recognizing most of them when told their names. Memories of Charlie were vague, and most of her old house as if she had never lived there. She knew Charlie mostly by his voice; all contact with him had been kept through the phone for his own safety.

"I can't believe this," Edward murmured. "You really don't remember?"

"No…" Bella replied, looking at something she had written in caption in the album. "Who's Renée?" she asked suddenly. There was complete silence throughout the entire house, as everyone would be able to hear her words.

"Oh, Bella," Esme sobbed, coming into the room and throwing her arms around Bella. "She's your mother, Bella. Your own mother."

Bella was shocked and sobbing now as well. After being comforted for a minute on the couch and calming down a bit, Bella brought every album up to her and Edward's room. She looked at every single photo, and begged Edward to explain everything to her that she couldn't remember, committing everything to memory by sight and name.

A few days later

Bella and Edward drove all the way to Dartmouth, staying in the car to keep Bella away from any human blood scents. They made the trip in three days, not stopping except to refill the gas tank at regular intervals, and then Edward taking care of everything and making sure that no one approached the car. Alice would be watching to make sure of safety, only a phone call away should she see something coming.

They were to rent an apartment that was as remote as possible while not too far away from the school, within walking distance to keep up the human charade. Bella wouldn't actually attend her classes. A doctor's note, supplied by Carlisle, proved that she was too sick to physically be in class. She would be sent work in the mail from the school regularly, or the work would be given to Edward to bring home to her. Edward would be attending night classes.

They would hunt on the weekends; a suitable location would be relatively close. They could go out and entertain themselves at night during the time that Edward didn't need to be at classes. This way, most people would be asleep, and Edward would be right next to her should Bella attempt to assault someone. And as always, Alice would be watching.

The first few months of school worked out perfectly fine. The teachers seemed skeptical at Bella's "illness," but Bella was sure that the Cullen wing of the library would not only cover her late application, but the doubts of her health as well. Edward monitored the thoughts of the teachers and any administration he could, watching for suspicion or a possible surprise visit.

It was a Friday night, and Edward was on his way to class. There were two campuses, and he had to go to the campus that was farther away. He was smiling to himself; he was very happy with how everything was working out, everyone remained perfectly safe and Bella was studying in college. He was probably moving a little too fast for what would be humanly acceptable, but he didn't much care. It was dark out, and no one would be able to tell at that range or with such a lack of light. Besides, he was almost at the school.

His cell phone buzzed. He picked up with a simple "Yes?" after reading the screen. And almost immediately dropped the phone when his hand went limp from Alice's voice passing on her message as fast as possible. He didn't bother to pick the phone back up off the ground.

In a class at the other campus

Craig's class was almost finished. He had never been happier in his life. Classes just sucked in every way possible. He had never liked them, only doing them now to get the highest wages he possibly could later. "Yes…" he whispered when the teacher called the class to a close.

"Oh, shoot. Craig, will you do a favor for me?" the teacher called to him.

Ugh. What now?

"I forgot to send Miss Isabella Cullen's work out. Would you mind dropping it at her apartment?"

Ooh. "Sure," Craig acquiesced, brightening. He knew that this girl was supposed to be too sick to be in public, on some special quarantine or such, but maybe she was hot. He walked quickly out of the classroom and towards the apartment. He was glad that this was at least the closer campus to the apartment.

Craig looked back, his spine slightly tingling as if by instinct when he was almost there. A man who looked like a bronze-haired god in casual designer clothes was running perhaps a little too fast to be believed along the street. He was almost too far away to be seen clearly, but it looked like he was looking directly at Craig and shaking his head no, but Craig just shrugged and kept going. As he approached the apartment, he thought he saw movement at the window. When he turned his head to look, there was nothing there. He walked to the door, which was slightly ajar, as if it had been open but then was pushed as if to be closed. That push had not entirely closed the door.

"NO!" he could hear from behind him. He turned back to see the bronze-god, now much closer than before. He glared suspiciously at the man, but continued to the door. He pressed on the door lightly, enough to open it.

"Isabella?" he called inside. "Isabella Cullen?"

"In here," came a quiet reply from another room.

"I'm here to bring you some work," Craig said, a little creeped out by the strange tone of her voice. Her voice was almost fearful itself. Fearful, and dangerous.

"Yes… I know you are. Why don't you come here? You can shut the door, if you wish…" His mind blanked. The next thing his mind registered were his hands on the door, pushing it closed, when the bronze-god came in the door, breaking his strange trance.

"No, Bella! Hold your breath, take control," he commanded.

"It's so hard," a voice wailed from behind Craig. He turned around to look into a girl's bright red eyes, her teeth bared.

"HOLY SHIT!" was the first thing to come from Craig's mouth. Both of their head snapped around to look at him. He threw the door the rest of the way open and bolted, a slight wind blowing in after him, bringing his scent once again into the house. He heard loud, vicious growling from behind him. Couldn't someone deliver homework in peace anymore?

"No!" he heard from behind himself yet again, and he couldn't help but look back. The bronze-haired god had the red-eyed girl by her arms, holding her back.

Craig would have kept running, but the sidewalk greeted his face and the air his toes. He attempted to stand up, shaking.

"Stay there!" the girl's voice rang out. Craig's mind blanked, and he couldn't move. He didn't want to move. He remained crouched on his hands and knees, not budging an inch.

The bronze-haired god sighed. "Now what? Bella, you need to calm down. And bring him into the house," he added wryly. "We need to stop this before it can really start."

Craig had been registering his voice, but he couldn't really focus on the meanings of the words. He couldn't focus on anything except staying where he was.

"Come here," the girl's quiet voice told him. His mind, still in its blank state, reacted to this. He mechanically stood up and walked back to the apartment. Bronze-haired god and this "Bella" had followed him, Bella retained as if she wasn't to be trusted entirely. Trusted with what?, Craig wanted an answer for.

He walked back into the building, his mind beginning to reel. Why? He didn't want to come back here! This was starting to scare the hell out of him. His heart was beating faster and faster.

He heard faint growling from behind him. "Bella, this needs to stop escalating. It's getting too much for you to bear anymore."

"Calm down," Bella commanded, and Craig found his heart slowing as his mind settled down into blank surrender. Then the phone rang, and the bronze-haired one picked it up. He seemed to be reassuring someone on the other line that everything was fine.

"Landlord," he explained after hanging up. "Some people heard a commotion… he's going to come check it out even though I told him everything is ok," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose between his eyes. Bronze-god walked over to Craig. "I'm Edward Cullen, and that's my wife Bella. I understand that you're here to drop off some work for her. Why don't you bring it this way?" he suggested, leading him quickly to a different room.

Craig stared around in consternation. How did this Edward know why he was here? And they were married? Edward's mouth twisted into a small smile. Then he looked toward the door as if someone were approaching. "Bella, hurry."

Bella had gone to another room and come back. Her clothes were changed, and her eyes were dark. How did everything happen so fast?

Edward was almost amused from how confused this man was. Almost. But the situation was too serious for any amusement. He had seen too much, and now the landlord had to be assured. He looked to Bella, who had taken on her "sick" façade and put contacts in.

"You are a close friend, almost family. You came for the weekend to assist me," she told the boy, and watched to make sure his mind would Accept her command. It did, of course. "Lie," she added to Edward, watching him Accept as well.

"You don't have to do that," he muttered.

"Just making sure," she said, grinning at him. Edward looked back at the door, and someone knocked. Bella grabbed Craig around the waist and pulled him into the living room area. She sat him down next to her on the couch, and coughed a few times as Edward opened the door, making it sound like a permanent cough.

The landlord made his way into the house as if some sort of giant cat would leap out at him from behind the TV. He had apparently been reported that it was growling, perhaps roaring. Edward laughed as if to show that this was ridiculous. Who could have possibly heard growling in an apartment building?

Edward toured him throughout the apartment, inviting him to examine whatever he felt was necessary. When they got to the living room, he introduced Craig and gave their excuse for his presence. He internally smiled at Craig's shock that Edward knew his name. Thankfully, Craig did play along. He could have found a way to work around Bella's vague command.

Edward could tell that Bella was having a lot of trouble. She had a tissue held up to her face, a common trick they used to emphasize her sickness as well as to help filter out the blood scent. But she was also breathing raggedly. She was trying her hardest to not attack then and there.

With both of the humans in the room, and the door closed, the scent of blood was filling the room. She would have stopped breathing, but that wouldn't exactly help to further their cause. Craig was once again becoming anxious, and his increased heartbeat wasn't helping at all.

But her uneven breathing convinced the landlord of their "family friend" story. He thought that she had grown worse in her illness, and decided to leave the three of them alone to aid her. The second he was out the door, Bella ran to the other side of the house, not bothering to mask her speed.

Edward looked to Craig, musing. "Hmm… what shall we do with you, now?" The phone rang again.

A/N: So that was my vague plotline :D I could use some suggestions as to where this can go… I only have a little bit more vague-ness to work with, so I will need help soon :X I really have no idea if Dartmouth has more than one campus or not, but work with me here lol

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