I sat down on my piano bench and began to play. I played my melody for what felt like hours but that was normal for me. I decided it was probably already late so I laid down on my bed and began to dream.

Vampires cannot sleep or dream but I still tried to keep this human trait. Around night hours, I would lay down close my eyes and turn my daydreams into night dreams. The good thing about this is you could create and control your dreams. You never had nightmares. But I did have one nightmare.

I did not know who I was.

I focused carefully on details. I mostly tried to dream about my past life, trying to remember and dream about the possibilities of my life and the ones I must have loved. But after a while, my tries fail. I can't remember and it scares me. I do not know if any of the possibilities I thought of our true and I might never know. I think that scares me the most.

Also, a new dream lingered in my thoughts now, it was more of a mystery. Edward. His face appeared in my head while I tried to focus on my usual dreams. Somehow, my mind always wondered back to him and the rest of his family. Why they called me Bella and there reactions. It was all a mystery and it bothered me now that I couldn't simply solve it. And it bothered me more that when I saw there faces and herd their names I felt something but I couldn't figure out what. And the whisper would go haywire in my head trying to scream at me to many things at a time. I didn't understand, it never did that before, it gave me a headache because it wouldn't go away once it started.

Just then I herd a slight knock on my door. I hardly heard it-I was to deep in my day dreams that I turned to night dreams and my thought, that one thought, in the back of my head that lingered and turned into my nightmare-and I got up to answer it a minute late.

My body tensed. Then I froze.

"Hello.'' He said after a long pause. There stood Edward leaning against the door frame casually with his hands in his pockets. Then straightening up when he spoke, only to stare at me intensely again.

I stayed quiet.

"May I speak to you?"

I stood there like a fool starring at him. But he didn't seem to mind, he starred right back, his eyes looked tortured.

"Okay." I said as I moved to the side as I let him in. He hardly took his eyes of me as he entered.

He looked at my piano for a second then turned back to me and watched me. I gestured towards the cushioned couch offering him a seat. And I sat on my bed. I waited for him to speak. Instead he watched me.

"Your name is Persephone, correct?" I flinched a little at the sound of his voice.

The whisper went crazy once again in my mind at the sound. I whished I could tell it to shut up for the first time ever. It was ruining my silent enjoyment of his beautiful voice. His voice did sound disturbed but still oh so beautiful.

He spoke low and restrained. His voice sounded longly tired and sad. He did sound tortured and it made me feel…awful. Like I felt his pane. I felt tortured. How eerie.

"Correct" I answered, looking away trying to pull my gaze away from him to find my voice again so I could answer him.

"And…you don't remember much about your past life? Do you?"

I now wondered what they talked about when we had left. I blocked everything out. I know wished I had paid more attention.

I felt a longing pain as he asked that question.

"No." I answered simply but my voice no longer sounded calm but saddened. I waited and he starred.

"Bella-" I herd the pain in his voice. It heavily hung on the name. "Persephone," he corrected. "how much do you remember?"

I looked away momentarily. "Nothing." Why did have to keep asking? It just rubbed it in and bringed back my nightmare.

My answer seemed to pain him though. Before he could tear away his gaze I saw a quick flash of anger in his eyes.

"Do you have any clues who's fault that is?" He said looking away then turned back to me again expecting an answer. His question surprised me. I was confused. I wasn't sure what he was asking. The voice went haywire yelling at me hard. I could almost hear it speaking at a normal tone. It didn't want to be ignored. But I didn't think about the name it screamed at me.

"No." I answered but it sounded more like a question I was asking myself.

"How much has Victoria told you about when she changed you?" I gasped at the name. It was the same name my voice was screaming at me. I went into panic. He sneered at her name which offended me but the whisper told me I shouldn't be offended at anything about Victoria. Why? I thought. The voice simply answered distrust.

"She hasn't told me much about the time she changed me to protect me from the pain that it caused me." I said defensively. I defended my mother. But the voice was telling me not to trust everything she has said in the past. And what Edward seemed to be implying was distrust .

"What has she told you about her past life?"

I stood up, now completely in panic.

"Why does it matter?" I demanded.

He looked up at me a bit shocked.

"She hasn't been very truthful with you has she?" He said angered and restrained.

"What are you saying?" I asked upset.

"Bella" he said as he stood. His voice sound indescribable. Still wonderfully beautiful but completely sad it was scary. It almost sounded relieved but yet tortured.

"Who's Bella?" I asked horrified because I think I already new the answer as he placed his hand on my cheek gently. His touch was like lighting and thunder being sent through my body. My face held chagrin as its only expression.

He knew!

He knew more about my life than I did.

"What do you know?" He simply stroked my cheek gently and starred into my eyes.

I quickly pushed away his hand.

"Tell me!" I yelled.

"Bella" He spoke. "Your true name is Bella."

"Victoria lied to you! She knows more and lies more then you think."

Complete chagrin.

"Your crazy!" I yelled as I stepped away.

"Bella, she changed you to keep you not because she was saving you from death. She was planning to kill you herself!" The whisper was quite. It was now letting him tell me the truth nnow.

I ran out the room.

"What the h***s going on?" I said to myself as I walked down the hallway almost yelling. I saw my mother in the living room. If she was really my mother anymore. She paced then stood still, her arm wrapped around her and the other on her chin thoughtfully, she starred down worried.

I repeated myself, yelling at her for the first time. She turned and looked at me her eyes saddened. She opened her arms to me. "Persephone."

I flinched away from her. I herd the whisper telling me she was not dangerous but she has lied.

"Get away from her." I herd Edward yell as he came out of sight and stood between me and Victoria. I couldn't see her as my mother anymore.

"Start explaining." I said calmly demanded.

She scowled at Edward. " I wont let you take another one I love. You already took one."

He growled. "What about what you took?" He hissed at her. "What you took from her. You didn't giver her a choice."

I saw John Ryan's face appear from the backdoors. He glared at Edward the moment he walked in. I suddenly felt hurt. I wondered. What have they kept from me? Have they keep something from me too?

"What did you know abut this?" I yelled at him.

"Persephone." he said sounding worried. I rapped my arms around me protectively. If I was human Id be crying my eyes out by now.

He glared at Edward. "What did you do to her?"

"Ask Victoria, she hasn't been very truthful." Edward said glaring at her. Victoria looked at him hurt. I felt Edwards arm wrap around my waist protectively.

I herd a growl from across the room. I looked and saw it came from John Ryan.

"Get your hand off of her!"

Edwards arm tightened.

"Persephone please understand." Victoria spoke stepping closer, her eyes pleading. My eyes tightened not knowing what to trust anymore. "I love you very much-"

"If you loved her you would have given her a choice!" Edward yelled.

"Explain." I demanded. "Someone just tell me everything!"

"Your real name is Isabella Marie Swan." my eyes opened wide as I first herd my real name. Edward continued.

"You once lived in Forks Washington, when your parents divorced you moved to Phoenix, Arizona with your mother. When your mother remarried, you moved back to Forks, Washington with your father." His voice softened. "That's where you met me and my family." He momentarily paused. "We fell in love but my I put you in danger because what I was. Victoria's mate wanted to kill you but we saved you." Victoria cringed at the mention of her mate. He paused again. "She wanted to kill you, to avenge her mates murder. A mate for a mate. But she decided to keep you as her daughter she never got to have, before she killed you."

"I believe your leaving out some details." Victoria interrupted. I now noticed my whole family was here and so was the Cullen's in our living room. My family was shocked walking into the argument. Details about my past life thrown right in front of me. They weren't such pleasant things. "Did you tell her how you left her? The pain you left her with had her begging me to kill her and take her out of her misery! She wanted death so bad I was surprised she hadn't already killed herself!"

Edward growled at her.

"Yes I take credit for my mistakes! And I planed to fix them but how could I when I came back and she wasn't there! They declared her dead!"

"Its not my fault you left her in the first place!" Victoria sneered.

"I was trying to protect her!"

I felt like I had enough of the truth. But I wanted badly to know more about my life, but I was scared to know more.

"Stop!" I yelled. I closed my eyes. Their was a lot to think about but I didn't feel like thinking about it now. Ellaynese came towards me to help. She didn't need her senses to tell her I was in distress, it was obvious.

Edward over reacted and hissed at her as she came close. He was becoming over protective.

"Get away from her, she isn't your mate!" John Ryan growled restrained.

"She isn't yours either!" Edward retorted.

I broke away from the room and headed to my own. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way Persephone, I do love very much. You are my daughter." I herd my mother- I herd Victoria say.

As I stood in my room alone, I wondered if I should just leave. Stay some where else. I wouldn't no where to stay. I guess I would stay in the woods for all I cared, just to get away from here for now. I wanted more answers though, but I didn't want to deal with all the drama.

I asked for the story of my life before I was changed and what I got was the story of betrayal of my mother.

For once I didn't play my melody. I knew it might not have a pleasant story to it anymore. Although I still wanted to play it for comfort, I didn't know the story behind it. Like my mother, who had once planned to kill me, I didn't know that story till today.

I herd a light knock on the door just then. I looked at the clock. A few hours had passed. I wasn't sure if I felt like talking to anyone, I felt every ones worries in the other room. I didn't know who it was. The voice whispered John Ryan.

"Come in."

"Persephone, I'm sorry if I did anything to offend you."

"Just tell me, did you anything about this? Anything about my past you didn't tell me?"

"I knew about her dead mate and her trying to avenge his death. I knew it had something to do with you. She told me you were in a horrible accident and she wanted to drink your blood but instead she kept you because she saw something in you. I did have suspicions about Victoria though."

"Why didn't you tell me anything about what you knew or suspected. I didn't think Victoria was evil," he sat down beside me, "and I still don't. And she told me she would tell you about it when she was ready and didn't think you would hate her for almost killing you. She really does think of you as her daughter. At least that's what I think. You might know better with your senses."

I stayed quiet. I knew he came in here to talk to me about something. And that was about half.

"I forgive you. I'm not mad at you." At least I wasn't mad as much but I didn't want to disappoint him that I was still furious tat him and hat nobody told me anything about what they knew.

"Thank you. And I am very sorry, Persephone."

"Don't call me Persephone." I stated.

He paused for a moment. "Do you prefer Bella instead?" He asked before he continued. I didn't even now what I wanted to be called.

"I guess so."

"Bella," he corrected, I don't ever want to upset you." I wanted to say then why didn't you tell me Victoria almost killed me and there might be a reason why you suspected? But starting an argument wouldn't help.

I sat silent. I waited for him to speak once more and leave. But he sat there beside me looking out the window.

He wasn't really looking out the window though. I knew there was more he wanted to say.

"Is there something more you wanted to talk about John Ryan?"

He hesitated. "No, why? Was there something you wanted to talk about?"

"No, but I can sense there was something more you wanted to say."

He remained quiet.

"Remember how you said earlier, I might know better with my senses."

"Right. You do know better most if the time, since you can sense things."

"Yes so spit it out before it tells me later."

He sighed and waited a moment.

"Did you happen to take notice of my behavior earlier today? I was hoping to explain why I exactly acted the way I did."

I wasn't sure what he meant. Then I remembered the way he acted when the Cullen's first visited. He was more protective of me then anyone else. Like how a mate would react. Then how he reacted earlier when he saw Edward and how he reacted when Edward was to protective of me.

"I think you've noticed how I prefer your company more then anyone else's."

"Yes, I've realized and noticed that." Just now, I thought.

"Yeah."

"Or how you let me call you by what I please but correct everyone else when they call you by your middle name."

I always called John Ryan by both his names, he preferred just John because when they called him John Ryan r just Ryan it reminded him of his father and that's what everyone called his father. But our family still called him Ryan, they just got used to it. He still corrected them but he never corrected me.

John Ryan chuckled. "Yes, that's true."

I had just noticed how when he wanted to be alone he would let the person know politely he wanted to be alone. But when it was me he quickly put down his book or whatever he was doing to listen or talk. Sometimes I wouldn't bother him while he was reading but I would sit beside him and watch. Then later would interrupt and ask him about the book. Then we would get to discussions about the books we have read. He never talked much but with me we would get into deep discussions about anything and everything. We would go to the movies together and he spends time with me more then anyone else. I know ore about his past life he doesn't like to talk about then anyone else in our family.

"I never realized that till recently." John Ryan stated, his voice awoke me from my recalling.

"What?" I asked

"When the Cullen's hissed and there was a sign of danger, it upset me that their could be a possibility of you getting hurt. And then when that other male vampire showed a preference for you, it upset me and I felt jealous and protective of you. I never realized how I felt about you till recently."

I stayed quiet for a moment. I wasn't sure what to say.

"Oh."

I wasn't sure how I felt and didn't know what to answer. As I looked up at John Ryan's eyes starring down at me smiling, I felt a sudden urge to hug him and not let go. I hugged him not even thinking about it.

I did love him.

I wasn't sure if I loved him as strongly as he loved me. Or I only loved him as a brother or best friend. He leaned his head on the top of my head. We sat there for a while. I want sure what to say. Then finally he picked up his head.

"I'm going hunting, to be ready for school. Do you want to come?"

I felt that sick feeling when I thought about blood.

"No thank you."

He seemed disappointed. He stayed quite for a second. "Okay. Just don't put it of to long. Lets not make it a habit of skipping class." We both chuckled.

He walked towards my balcony "Goodbye Bella." He said before he jumped out.

Bella. Was that my new name for now on? Or was it still Persephone, the name I was use to, but the lie of a name my mother gave me. Did I still see her as a mother. I could now look up my real mother and father. Know who they really where now that I had my true name I could use to search. Maybe they could still be alive, just really old. I sat there for a long while thinking.

I herd a silent knock on the door. I wondered who it was. If it was Victoria, could I handle talking to her right now or felt like talking to anyone else right now?

I herd a silent familiar whisper speak at the back of my head. It spoke one name.

Edward.

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