Thank you to Lotusblosm, maxandmo and my husband for your support.

Also, a big thank you to LadyTx, my beta.

She has really contributed to this story and is trying to make sure I don't sound like too much of an idiot.

Thank you to all my readers and reviewers, this story is for you, and now we are getting to the good stuff. I can't wait to see where this relationship is going.

~Chapter 6 -Magnetic Force~

~Edward~

I have been working since yesterday at noon and was just plain exhausted. As I was ready to leave for the day I was approached by Victoria. She was this gorgeous red haired Nurse Practitioner I was seeing for a short time. We had a great time the two times we went out, but I just didn't feel the spark with her. She didn't do it for me so I quickly broke it off with her after our last date. She was gracious about it and I think she has moved on.

"Hey, baby, how are you today?" She asked as she dragged her finger down my chest.

"I'm good, just a little tired, I have been on call since yesterday. Anything new with you?"

"Not much, just thinking about you." She said with a seductive tone.

"Please tell me you're joking. Why are you thinking about me?"

"I am just kidding you, but I do want you to keep in touch, you got it?" That last statement sounded a little odd but I just blew it off, Victoria has always been a little forward. "I am off to deliver another baby, talk to you soon sexy!"

"Bye Victoria, take care."

As I was walking away my cell phone rang, I checked the caller ID and saw it was Esme. She called me to ask if I would come to the funeral for Isabella Swan-Black's family. It's rare for her to ask something like that of me so I told her I would be there. Also, I know how close Carlisle and Esme were to them. I shudder at the thought; it could easily have been Carlisle's funeral that I was going to. I'm glad he was able to get out of there safely and I feel empathy for Mrs. Swan-Black for her loss. I don't think I could ever handle losing a child, much less both of my children.

I was wondering a few days ago what had happened to her family since she didn't mention them. My questions have now been answered by Esme's call. It's hard to believe she lost everyone, no wonder she was acting so distant and quiet when I saw her in the hospital.

I was finally able to leave the hospital and go home to get some sleep. I was going to have to wake up early and get ready for the funeral, due to the drive time to Forks. As I arrived home and took a much needed shower, I couldn't get the image of Isabella out of my mind. She was such a beautiful and gentle woman. As thoughts and images appeared over and over again in my head, the arousal began. Her perfect body, her perfect soul, I began to stroke my very hard erection. Dreaming about her always made me very hard. I just pictured her in the shower with me. I watched the water run down between her perfect breasts. Then I had the image of thrusting myself inside as she moaned my name. We took it slow and we just enjoyed the feeling of being inside each other. We kissed passionately as our tongues danced with each other. I was close to release. I imagined what it would be like to feel her orgasm. This thought put me over the edge. As I came hard, the feeling was phenomenal. I tingled from my head to my toes, it was like the same electrical charge I felt when I touched her. I wanted her in every way possible, her body, mind and soul. I felt like I knew her so well, yet I only spoke with her for a few minutes.

Why am I feeling this way? I'm so confused, I don't even know her. Maybe this is just the fatigue making my mind ramble through all these random thoughts. I need to get to bed and see how I feel about everything in the morning.

I quickly got out of the shower, toweled off and got into bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out.

I kept looking around and saw blue skies and puffy clouds. As I progressed forward I noticed a playground, there were several kids playing on all the different slides and jungle gyms. There was a couple sitting across the park on a bench talking to each other and two children. It was a man around my age, he had dark hair cut short and he was built. The woman had beautiful brown hair as did the two children. As I walked closer the woman came into view better, it was Isabella Swan-Black.

Where am I? What is she doing here? Who is that sitting with her? Who are the children? I had so many questions I knew were not going to be answered. I began to feel anxious, my heart was pounding and I was sweating. Then a peaceful and soothing voice spoke to me. But there was no one standing by me. Whoever it was their voice was just heard in my head.

"Go to her, she is here for you. She will guide you, help you. Take her hand." For some reason the voice immediately calmed my nerves. I was slowly starting to breathe at an even pace and my heart started to beat at a regular rhythm.

I kept walking toward the beautiful woman and the three people she was talking to. Then she started to cry as she hugged the two young children, she spoke some words I couldn't hear. Lastly she hugged the man, spoke some words to him and kissed him passionately. Now I know who they are, they are her family. She was saying goodbye to them. My heart was beginning to hurt as I was witnessing the exchange between all of them. How hard it seemed to be. The children surprisingly seemed happy and I saw them wave to her as they played.

When I finally reached Isabella and her husband he said it was time for her to go with me. He told her to take my hand and I would lead the way out of this gorgeous place. At this point I still had no idea where I was going or what I was doing.

The voice spoke again, "take her hand and lead her toward the light."

I did as the voice requested. Isabella and I walked hand in hand away from her family. She was at peace with this. She gave me no resistance.

I woke up with a deep gasp for air. What just happened? Was that a dream? That was strange. Why has she been in every dream I have had since I met her? Why am I so drawn to her? It's like she was an angel sent down from heaven. I need to see her again so I can get some answers. I know now that I need to go to this funeral and not just because Esme asked, I want to go. I looked at the clock and it was minutes away from the alarm going off. I decided to get up and get ready for the funeral.

I hopped in the car and started the 3 hour drive to Forks. All I could think about was her. How she smelled, how she looked and her soft delicate voice. When she spoke it was as if she sang to me. My heart raced and my stomach did flips. She made me sweat just thinking about her, and it wasn't all sex in my mind. Don't get me wrong I fantasized plenty about making love to her, but I felt there was more with her, more than just physical attraction. It was a deep feeling I felt every time we touched.

I came to the realization that I had been driving for an hour with no music on, the car was silent. I decided I needed to stop obsessing about her, so I turned on my iPod. Clair De Lune was the first song to play. Perfect. I needed to calm my thoughts and focus on anything else but her, I will be seeing her soon enough.

I pulled up to the Olympia Funeral home a few minutes late; I hope Esme is not to upset with me. As soon as I stepped out the car the feelings all came back, everything I felt in the car for the first hour of the drive. My stomach and heart doing flips, profuse sweating, oh crap, what am I going to do? I need to compose myself. I took a couple deep cleansing breaths and talked to myself. If anyone saw me out in the parking lot they would think I was nuts. "She is just a woman, she is just a woman." It wasn't working that well, but at least the sweating was no longer profuse.

I slowly walked through the front door and saw the sign, 'Black" with the arrow pointing in the direction of the correct room. It was only a few paces away. I walked in and the first person I saw was Carlisle, he looked so sad and tired. He was pale and had large bags under his eyes. He shook my hand and did the one arm hug thing that guys always do. He whispered a thank you to me for coming. I simply nodded without speaking back to him. I let go and moved onto Esme. We greeted each other with kisses on both cheeks and a tight hug. As I hugged her I closed my eyes knowing if I didn't I would see her. She was next in the receiving line and I was trying to delay the inevitable.

"Where have you been, I feel like I am hugging a stranger?" Esme whispered into my ear.

"Sorry mom, work has been crazy."

"Sad excuse, but thank you for coming." She whispered again as I nodded in acknowledgment.

We let go of each other, I moved forward and came eye to eye with the most beautiful brown eyes I have ever seen. She had a different look in her eyes this time, it wasn't sadness anymore, it was peace. I reached my hand out to her hoping they were somewhat dry from the perspiration. She grabbed it and then it hit me, a jolt of electricity began at my fingers and ran through my body. We looked at each other shocked as we both took a long, labored gasp. She must have felt it too.

"Dr. Masen, it's nice to see you here. You didn't have to come. Do you know Esme and Carlisle?"

She asked with mild shock and excitement in her voice.

"This is Eddie, Bella." Esme chimed in.

"Oh, I didn't know."

"Sorry Bella, my name is Edward. I am Esme and Carlisle's son."

"But your last name?"

"I'm adopted, they took me in when I was twelve."

"Well, it's nice meeting you, Edward. Again, thank you for coming."

"I am so sorry for your loss." I do not handle funerals very well. I am always at a loss for words. What do you say to a woman who has lost her entire family?

"You can take a seat. The Reverend is going to start." She spoke with such grace and elegance. She appeared as if she was at peace with the loss of her family. She was still sad but not distraught. She smiled and nodded toward the chairs.

I smiled back at her and her face seemed to light up a little. I turned, walked away and found a seat. Moments later Carlisle and Esme took the seats on either side of me. Bella had some words with the Reverend and then she took the seat directly in front of me. I was drawn to her, it was if we were magnets and I was being pulled toward her. It was a strange feeling and very calming.

The morning and afternoon were spent at the funeral, church and cemetery. I could not stop looking at her. She did shed some tears and I heard a few sobs. I couldn't stop feeling her pain. I wanted to take it all away and heal her in every sense of the word. The worst moment for her was at the cemetery when it was nearly over. All the people there, which weren't many, walked by each casket, said small prayers and put some flowers on them. I don't know what she said when she went to each one; I imagine she was saying her final good-bye. An announcement was made by the Reverend that everyone was invited to meet back at Esme and Carlisle's home. I knew now was my chance to talk to her and try and find out what was going on with us. I wanted to know why I was having these strange feelings and if she felt the same. I needed to find out without offending her though. After all, she had just buried her family.

As I walked into my parent's house she was standing at the door to welcome all the guests.

"I'm so glad you came. I really appreciate it." She spoke quietly. Then she opened her arms to hug me. I opened my arms and went to hug her back. As we touched I felt another jolt and her breathing hitched. She did feel it too; I was not imagining any of this. Where do we go from here?