All belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Execution style

"Well I was born in 1810, I'm 23 years old. I lived a very uneventful life, I guess you could say. My parent's were wealthy, I hardly ever had anything to worry about," he said, while it looked like he was sifting through his memories.

"Then the first newspaper came. The killings were widespread. All over the country, in all of the states, except this one. Washington. Anyways, what were the chances we would be the next targets?" I saw horror flash though his eyes and his arms snaked around my waist.

What you may have noticed, in my room, that I ride horses. Sometimes just to get away, to think," he said while he laid his head on mine. His sweet breath tickling my hair.

"Well that night…. My parents told me to lock the doors, because I usually stayed out riding for a few hours into the night. I didn't," he stuttered on the last part.

"When I came back in, I couldn't believe what I saw. My parents were on the floor. Hands tied behind there backs, sobbing. I tried to get them undone, I tried…

"Then I heard loud footsteps behind me. I remember exactly what he said, 'well now that the last of the party is here, we should get this finished.'"

Terror washed though me as I listened to him. This stuff belongs in horror movies, not reality.

"He kicked my back, and I fell on my chest. He tied my hands behind my back," he whispered, looking at his wrist that wasn't around my waist. It still had rope marks on it.

"He told us to be quiet, and it would go much easier. I couldn't see what he was doing. I was shaking so hard. I couldn't help them, this is my fault, I thought to myself," he said, and I wanted to comfort him and tell him it wasn't. That it could happen to anyone.

I was about to open my mouth but he put his finger over my mouth and shook his head.

"No, Bella. It was. Now let me finish. You need to hear this," Edward said, while burying his face in my hair.

"I heard the gun fire off and my mother scream, 'no.' My father's body hit the floor beside me. Then next was my mother. I still couldn't stop shaking. I was so scared. I made on last wish before I died though. Or more like a hopeful thought. I wished that God would let my parents and I live on, and find happiness wherever we go," Edward said softly. "The wish was in vain. I The last thing remember hitting the floor and then blackness. When I woke up… I saw myself, and my parent's corpses. I saw them Bella! I couldn't even die right. Now I'm damned to this world, and up until now, I've been alone. Living on, just like I wished. But I haven't found happiness yet. I have been alone for so long. Until you," he said while looking at me strangely.

"Why can you see me? I've been invisible to the world since then, and trust me; I have tried to get people to see me. So, if they knew, that would explain the falling things," I really had no answer to his question. Why can I see him?

"Edward, I'm so sorry," I said while I felt a tear fall down my face. Edward lifted up his hand and touched my face. I'm not sure if I was seeing things or not, but it looked like he tasted it. I looked at him in confusion before he started talking again.

"Bella, I haven't talked to anyone in 165 years. I haven't touched anyone in 165 years. When I made that wish, my parents lived on without me. Maybe because they already had happiness together. So they could go to Heaven. But not me. I got to live on, but I've been so…depressed. I can't kill myself. I've tried. Even when I jumped off of this house, I would not die. I didn't even have a scratch on me!" he said while looking annoyed.

Then he stared at me with a strange emotion in his eyes. "Maybe you're my happiness," he said while looking serious, but then smiled.

What happened next surprised me, he pulled me into his lap and his arms deadlocked around me. His breath was on the back of my neck. "Isabella, why can you see me?" he asked while his nose was touching the back of my neck.

"Um…. I don't' know," I said as I let out a shaky breath. I felt a sensation run through me that I didn't know I had. I wanted so bad to turn around and kiss him. I turned in his lap so I could see his face. His eyes were slightly darker as he looked intently at me.

"What now?" I asked, inching my face away from his and blushing.

"Well, how about you tell me about yourself?" he smiled crookedly.

"My life isn't nearly as interesting as yours… but, since you told me about your afterlife, I'll make an exception. I was born in Arizona, over a hundred years after you. I was raised with my mom, while my dad lived here in Washington; they go a divorce when I was younger. So I moved here when I was 17 with my dad because my mom got married. And I finished college here. Here we sit," I finished lamely. He held me even closer to him. But I did have one question.

"Why haven't you changed out of those clothes?" they smelt pretty bad, even though he smelt good.

"What? Not into the 1800's style?" he asked while fingering one of the buttons on his shirt.

"No, I'm not against the style. More like the stench. You smell like my grandma. I bet you haven't even taken a shower!" I said accusingly.

"Yes. Nice guess, how did you know?" Edward said teasingly. I looked at the clock as it let us know it was 12 a.m.

"Well why don't you go do that?" I asked so I could get up and get him some new clothes.

He looked down, and I'm sure if he could blush he would be. "What's wrong? Edward?"

"After the first fifty years of not thinking of anything, at least that had to do with taking my clothes off… I forgot. I can't get these damn buttons undone," I started laughing so hard. He scowled at me.

"Oh my gosh Edward! You haven't changed or taken a shower because you can't remember how?" I was still giggling when he finally smiled.

"Maybe you can help me?" he said while wiggling his eyebrows.

"I thought you were supposed to be a gentleman," I said while putting my finger on his chest.

"I am. Whatever are you talking about?" he said with big innocent eyes.

"Oh come on," I got up and pulled his hand to get him to move.

I went to the bathroom with the black and white. "You know, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to do this," I said while unbuttoning his shirt.

"I never really had a reason to. It was just me. So it didn't bother me that I was wearing the same clothes," he said with a shrug.

"Besides, as long as you're here to complain, I'll take a shower."

I smiled at this. I don't know why, but I feel like I want to spend the rest of my life with Edward. But he was dead. How would that work? And we've only known each other for a day, maybe less.

When I got to his pants button, his eyes went wide and he looked away. "Uh, I think I got it, Bella."

Oh…. I stepped away and felt blood rush to my face. I walked over to the shower and turned on the water. "You know how to use these, right? Just step under it."

"Trust me, I've seen plenty of people take a shower in here," he said with humor. I eyed him with suspicion.

"You know, when I come in here to shower, you better keep your dead self out. I mean it Edward," I threatened, even though he knew I was teasing. He smiled a lopsided gin.

One thing has been bothering me though.

"Why couldn't I see you before?" I questioned, looking at Edward's tall frame.

"Maybe because you were in denial that there was a supernatural being living in your house, and trust me, people only see what they want to see."

"Yeah, well. That'll come in handy for when I want to poof you away," he chuckled at that. "I'll go get your clothes," I said while walking out as he got out of his clothes.

I sat by the door, waiting for him. All I could give him was sweats, so he'd have to go commando. The thought made me laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" somebody asked me, and it wasn't Edward.

My heart stopped. "Alice what are you doing here?"

"What? Is it such a crime to come to your friend's house after midnight so they can have a movie night? No! Now come on! I know you love the Sixth Sense!" Alice said excitedly.

"Alice now might not be the best time…," I said as her head snapped in the showers direction.

"Why do you have the shower running and the ugly tattered clothes in the middle of the bathroom? Are you trying to pretend you're dating someone? Because you would have told me," she said with curiosity.

"Nope, nobody is in there Alice. Just nice to hear besides the quiet," I lied, hoping she would believe it.

"And the clothes?" she jabbed her thumb at Edward's old garments.

"Um… I found them. Now why don't we go watch that movie?" I said a little bit louder, trying to get her attention away from the shower.

"Well let me turn it off first, Bella. Seriously, you have me here now. You don't need the company of a shower.

Oh god. "Alice don't open-"

Oh no, too late.

She flung open the curtain and standing there naked was a bewildered Edward. He was staring at me as Alice's hand reached right through his stomach and turned off the water. So he only materializes for me? Alice didn't shut the curtains. Edward couldn't shut them or Alice would have a heart attack, because to her, they would be closing by themselves.

"Hold on Alice. I have to go to the bathroom. Wait for me downstairs," I said as I slammed the door in a confused Alice's face.

"Here. Put these on just like pants," I said as I put my hands on his shoulders.

"Do not make any noises to scare Alice, okay?"

"Um…. Okay Bella. Could I put these on and then we can finish this lovely conversation?" Edward asked uncomfortably.

"Oh yeah. Go ahead. We'll be down stairs," I whispered not wanting Alice to hear me. He had a really nice body for a dead guy.

I shuffled down stares to where Alice sat in front of the old TV.

"Good thing I got VHS. This thing won't even play a DVD," Alice said while looking strangely at me. "Who were you talking to?" she asked, and at the risk of sounding crazy….

"Myself. Who else?" I said nervously and she knew I was lying. Thank goodness she didn't push it.

The stairs creaked and Alice looked at me then slowly the stairs. She looked back at me and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Bella, you're house is scary. It's really adding to this movie," Alice said while biting her nails. She turned her attention back to the TV but I still looked at the stairs.

Edward was on the last step and I couldn't hold my laughter in any longer. The sweats I gave Edward were pulled all the way up to his belly button and were tied in a not so the would stay up. It made them look like high waters. Other than the grandpa essence, he looked striking. He had a really muscular chest and his untidy hair was wet and dripping down his face.

"Bella, what's so funny? The little boy just got locked in the closet!" she exclaimed, and I could tell she was scared of this movie. "You need help, Bella," she said quietly and I swore she added on 'demented.'

Edward sat next to me in obvious discomfort and wrapped both of his arms around me. "Can I please take off these and put back on my old clothes?" he whispered in my ear. The strange sensation went back through me and I turned my face in his direction.

That was a mistake. His eyes burned into mine and they almost look black with desire. I had to get out.

"Alice do you want anything from the kitchen?" I said as I shook off Edward's arms.

"Uh…. No I'm good." She said, her eyes still transfixed on the TV.

I walked into the kitchen as Edward followed me.

"Edward I-"

But before I could say anything his lips came down on mine.

I know, right? Some 1800's gentleman.