A/N: So this is what you missed. So, you could see it as a sort of flashback. As always, I'm not happy with this chapter. Too rushed, not edited enough, too damn lazy all of a sudden. I'm also a little freaked out, and I battled with myself as to if I should redo it or just post it as is. I was listening to Frank Sinatra songs at 11:00 at night, so maybe my imagination got a little carried away and it might be too much. I don't know, I didn't redo it because then I think I would be cheating myself, if this is how my subconscious pictured how it went, then I'll leave it at that.

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Eyes that gaze into mine,
A smile that is lost on his lips—
That is the unretouched portrait
Of the man to whom I belong.

When he takes me in his arms
And speaks softly to me,
I see la vie en rose

He has entered my heart,
A part of happiness
Whereof I understand the reason.
It's he for me and I for him, throughout life,
He has told me, he has sworn to me, for life.

In endless nights of love,
A great delight that comes about,
The pains and bothers are banished,
Happy, happy to die of love.

- La Vie en Rose (translated into English), Edith Piaf

"Tell me something about your childhood." I asked suddenly.

She leaned back into me as I let my arms wrap around her waist. She giggled slightly, my own symphony.

"I think we're going to end up breaking the hood of my car," she mentioned, shifting as I pulled her closer.

"I'll buy you a new hood." I replied as she laughed again. I brushed her long locks to the side of her neck as she sighed.

"Childhood memories?" She questioned, that same brightness in her tone. I loved it when she talked about her past, the images in her head were so vivid, it was as though I could extract segments of her life and witness them through her recounts. It was amazing, I had never heard or seen an image so clear in someone's mind. It was as though it were my mind, almost as though there was a certain connection between the two, linking our two brains together. I could hear her thoughts from dozens of miles away, clear as a bell, farther than what was possible with my hypersensitive ears.

"I think if a young Lia had her own reality show, I would tune in every night." I teased, laughing as she scoffed.

"I'm shocked that you find my bratty, spoiled tantrums amusing." She grabbed my hand, twiddling my thumbs together.

"You still have them now" I whispered secretively.

She elbowed me in the ribs. I had no idea why she hit me all the time, she really did too. When she was angry at me, I had no idea why, but she would either throw the closest thing to her, aiming at my head, or she would slap me.

I chuckled as she rubbed her elbow, "It isn't fair, I try to hurt you and I'm the one ending up with a bruise."

I shook my head slowly, smiling as I did, "We've gone over this many times Lia, but you refuse to listen to reason."

She shook her head violently, "Mark my words Edward, one day, I will hurt you."

I held on to her closer, gently bringing her elbow to my lips.

"We'll see." I responded.

"How about I switch the topic?" She asked.

"No, I asked you a…"

"Tell me about World War I." she interrupted, suddenly turning in my arms, looking at me with the brightest eyes.

I couldn't help but to smile.

"I was a man of war, it was all I had wanted to do."

"Go to war? You mean?"

I nodded, "It was my greatest ambition to enlist, but my mother and father were against it."

"It must've been scary for them." She concluded, tilting her head as she looked with sympathy.

"The Great War was supposed to be the war to end all wars, the technological advancements used were like none other before them."

"Is that why you were so excited to go?"

I shrugged, "In some aspects, yes. The war was a huge deal, as an American, I felt it was my duty to protect my country. The thought of fighting for my country, amidst nearly all of the world's nations was more than my young mind could begin to comprehend. But the thought of it amazed me."

Her eyes widened, "Imagine if you would've gone. My poor Edward, stuck in a trench for nearly a year, your foot would've rotted by then…" she paused for a second, looking thoughtful, "you would've probably been an early Audie Murphy."

I could only laugh, "I'm honored that you would compare me to the most decorated combat soldier of World War II."

"It's true though! I can imagine it now, a 17 year old Edward, off to war. You'd be brave, no doubt about it, you'd be just like him. Receiving medals for your valor."

I could only smile wider, "If I'd be stuck in trench warfare as your previous assumption, I doubt that would've happened."

"You could've been the one to end it, in a crazy fit of machoness and desperation, you would've jumped out of that horrid trench with your rotting foot and ran all the way across no man's land, single handedly shooting everyone on the other side while you were doing it."

I could only raise my eyebrows at her imagination.

"Machoness?"

She waved me off, "I'll call Webster later."

"I highly doubt I would change history as much as you believe so. Running out of the stalemate? Really Lia?" I tried to hide my amusement, to no success.

"Ok then, so you wouldn't be on the Western Front…" she though once more, "I know! You'd be in submarine warfare then, you'd receive your first medal by destroying a German U-boat. All by yourself too." She concluded.

I could only laugh harder. "You have quite the imagination don't you?

She nodded, looking at me brightly. I could only stare in amazement. Bella had never paid much attention to my past interests.

"I would've never gone though, if Bella had been in my life." I could only slightly shake my head as my mind automatically entered the word you in the sentence.

She could only stare in confusion.

"Why not? I think it would've been terribly romantic." She sighed, shifting slightly and tucking her legs under her knees, while continuing to face me.

"How so? If I would've met Bella, I would've never been able to leave her. In fact, I would've dropped all plans of war and married her as I'm doing now." I regurgitated the words I said to Bella, not feeling the strong conviction I had once felt from the previous time.

"That wouldn't have been very fair." She said quietly,

I would've let you go. Wanted you to even.

"Really?" I asked.

"If it was something you would've wanted badly," she shrugged, "Maybe it's because I watch too many war movies and they fascinate me and if I were a boy during your time, or World War II, I would've wanted to go as well."

I smiled, "And why don't you want to go to war now?"

She scoffed, "Are you kidding? I'm a girl Edward, I would've gotten killed. That's terribly unladylike, besides, I would hate being a nurse or something like that."

"I thought you were a feminist?" I pointed out.

"Only a little." She teased.

I continued to look at her, rubbing my hands up and down her arms as I pulled her into a hug.

She let out a small gasp as I embraced her harder.

"You're so understanding. It's hard to believe someone like you would be interesting in such old topics."

"Why wouldn't I be when I have a human library of 20th century American history at my access 24/7?"

I chuckled, "I feel so used."

She laughed, "I think you secretly enjoy telling me all these stories."

I shook my head, "I believe you're confusing me with Confederate Army Veteran Jasper Whitlock."

Her eyes widened as the wheels in her head started turning.

I could only chuckle, "Don't worry, I'm sure he'll be more than happy to give you a history lesson."

She smirked, "Oh Jasper, he has no idea what you just signed him up for.

She looked so happy then I couldn't help but to kiss her on her cheek, that wonderful rose smell swirling around her skin.

She let out another tinkling laugh as she hopped off the hood of the car.

"You know what?" Lia asked as she lightly walked over to the cliffs edge.

"What?" I humored her, following her towards the steep drop, feeling as though she could fall towards the ocean's waters at any moment.

"I changed my mind, I would've never let you go to war."

I stepped closer to her, the smell of roses intensifying as I inched towards her body.

"You wouldn't?" I smiled, somehow keeping my distance.

From the moonlight's beam, I could see her hair move swiftly as she shook her head.

If I had you. I would've never been able to let you go.

Her thoughts, although brief, shocked me to my core. Tiny needles were spreading throughout my skin as they set my nerves on fire. I vaguely felt my feet walking towards her, so close I could feel the tiny wisps of her hair lightly tracing my chest.

"I love this song." She replied, humming as she stepped away from me, looking towards the cliff's depths. I held her steady as the fear of her falling overcame me once more. She slowly turned around, her eyes bright, inching closer to my body.

"Dance with me?" she asked, swaying slightly to the beat.

I smiled slightly as I grabbed her hand, the softness of her skin soothing my own. Twirling her slightly, I pulled her to me as she let out a tinkling of laughter, her hair billowing around her. and she looked so beautiful. Her dark eyes met mine as she molded into my body, letting me take the lead. The soft cotton on her dress sending the softest, most delicate feeling shooting through me..

Something in your eyes was so inviting, something in your smile was so exciting, something in my heart, told me I must have you.

Sinatra's voice drifted through the lonely night, the radio on the car transporting us to earlier times. It made me feel so young. She ran her hands through my hair as murmured the words in my chest, resting her head on it. I closed my eyes in complete bliss, her romantic scent clouding my senses as I gently waltzed with her.

Strangers in the night, two lonely people, we were strangers in the night, up to the moment, when we said our first hello.

Her soft skin, her lovely smell, it was heaven to the touch. Her delicate fingers spun at the ends of my locks, tracing my neck, massaging it softly. My head drooped slightly, resting on top of hers as I held her closer, her small frame molding onto my own.

Little did we know love was just a glance away, a warm embracing dance away and -Ever since that night we've been together.

She sung as I marveled at her cool breath hitting my body. She was always singing, beautiful in it's simplicity. It was the only thing simple about her.

Lovers at first sight, in love forever. It turned out so right, for strangers in the night.

"My father used to sing me this song at every party he threw." Lia commented, snuggling even closer.

I couldn't speak, because there was only one thing I wanted to say to her.

"He would play the piano, and he would sing this song, or any Sinatra song. He used to love him."

Her hair was shining in the moonlight as she enveloped me in memories of her and her father, a cup of scotch in his hand as he raised his little girl onto the piano bench.

"It always made me fall asleep, made me so happy…" she continued to mumble as her breathing got heavier, her hands making their way to my shoulders.

As the song drifted off, being replaced by a similar melody, she stayed… content in my arms.

"I have something for you." I whispered in her ear, running my hands across her back, the fabric of her dress sliding deliciously.

Her eyes lit up as she pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes.

"Don't spoil me too much this time," she teased slightly, setting my nerves on fire.

"I think I did." I admitted, smiling down at her form.

Slowly, I reach into my back pocket, pulling out an egg-blue, slim box.

She gasped slightly as I handed it to her. She looked to me knowingly, shaking her head as she did so. She carefully opened the box, revealing a thin, silver chain holding up a single ocean pearl, a diamond adorning the top. She took on the sweetest smile then, looking up into my eyes once more, bringing her wrist up slightly as she did so.

"Matches my bracelet." she cooed.

I couldn't stop my smile from growing, "the one I gave to you on our first night out."

She nodded as I took the box from her, carefully removing the necklace as I went behind her.

A different song came on then, a little tune I had always heard Lia humming when she was doing nothing.

She sighed slightly as I put my arms around her, placing the necklace across her neck, my hands brushing past her collarbones. Clasping the back, I slowly traced her neck with my lips, leaving a light open mouthed kiss as she automatically pressed her body against mine.

"Are you cold?" I mumbled as I ran my hands along the goosebumps that marred her flesh, she nodded slightly as I hurriedly grabbed a blanket from the car.

She had made her way towards the edge of the cliff, sitting there, still humming.

The moonlight played with the ends of her hair, making them shine, her dress illuminating under the natural light.

I walked slowly towards her, absolutely mesmerized.

"Quand il me prend dans ses bras, il me parle tout bas…"

"Je vois la vie en rose…" I whispered behind her as she turned around, smiling at my contribution.

I slowly wrapped her up in the blanket, wrapping my arms around her as I did so.

"The necklace is absolutely lovely," She mumbled, pressing herself onto my back, settling her neck in the crook of mine.

"It's even lovelier on you." I commented.

He slowly grabbed one of my hands, entwining his long fingers as he brought it to his mouth, kissing each knuckle with unbearable calmness.

His mouth on my bare flesh sent waves of electricity throughout my body, the feeling of being alive. I let out a barely audible sigh as my eyes fluttered closed, overwhelmed by his touch.

I felt him slowly turning the bracelet on my wrist, the one I never took off, my hand still on his chest.

He slowly brought my wrist to his lips, repeating the same ritual as I melted further into him. My body wasn't listening to me anymore, it wanted to be closer. I let my neck fall back onto his shoulders, feeling the moonlight glowing on my face, my eyes were still blissfully closed, unable to open.

He made his way down my wrist, all the way up my elbow, his soothing lips. The coolness of his feather-light touch relieving the heat of my skin.

He traced back up to my wrist, opening my hand slowly, my fingers once again meeting his own.

My heart was pounding, I almost felt as if I wasn't in my body anymore, it was so light.

He brought them to my chest as the rhythm of my heartbeats fought against the pressure of both of our hands. I brought my head back up as I smiled widely, reveling in the feeling of his body pressed against mine.

There was not a single fiber in my being that recognized what this would lead to, nor what the consequences would be during the aftermath. I simply didn't care, this felt incredible. This felt right.

Edward let out the most provocative sound as he lightly kissed the side of my neck. I could feel my breath getting heavier, as my eyelids threatened to shut once more, my heartbeat pounding faster.

The waves crashing below us soothed the turmoil that was threatening to rise as his lips climbed up to my jaw.

I grasped one of his hands as the other fell on his cheek, moving only slightly as the muscles in his jaw bone worked.

I suddenly turned toward him, looking him straight into his eyes. The light butterscotch hue had turned darker, heavier. His lips were hovering above mine as I felt my nerves go into haywire, I'm sure he felt it too.

Don't regret this.

Was the last thing I thought before he closed the gap between us, his smooth lips molding into mine. I pressed him as close to my body as I could as I felt my brains slip away.

It was an obsession. Her body, her scent, her mind. I kissed her hands, her wrist, her arm as though I were performing a ritual. Worshiping her. I couldn't have stopped it, I didn't want to. She had taken a hold of me, fogging my mind to right and wrong.

It hadn't taken long before I began sucking on her neck, kissing the thin veil that protected the precious blood that ran through her paper veins. Her smell was strongest there, I had never smelled something so sensual in all my years. It was a provocative lure, begging me to succumb. The sounds she was emitting only drove me to a further frenzy.

I wasn't prepared for her to face me, she hadn't though about it, after all. Her heavy-lidded eyes sent fire through my veins as her lips hovered against my own, their heat begging to be cooled.

I didn't want to, couldn't have stopped even if I did.

I kissed her as deeply as possible, savoring the moment of her lips wrapped in mine, molding perfectly. It was like nothing on this world, it was heaven. Why hadn't I done this earlier? Surely, this was why God had bid me to live forever; so that I could do this, with her.

She was driving me mad. The feel of her pressed up against was only marred by the fact that I couldn't feel all of her flesh. She moaned into my mouth as I tried to pull her closer.

Her scent was the only thing I could smell, her skin was the only thing I could feel, and she was the only thing I could think about. I wanted to do this with her forever. I felt her hands weave through my hair. The feeling of her fingertips tugging at my roots making me groan.

She kissed me deeper, her butter smooth lips enveloping my own as her tongue massaged mine. I reached my arms around her waist as I tried in vain to feel her skin though the cotton fabric.

I felt her hands getting restless as she ran them across my chest, finally landing once more on my shoulders as I tore my lips from hers, ravishing her own neck as she dropped her head back in ecstasy.

"Edward" she moaned my name, and I had the sudden urge to beg her to say it over and over again.

I continued to kiss her bare flesh, a man obsessed. She slowly wrapped one of her legs around my waist, bringing me closer, closer, closer. I let out a low growl as I became unsatisfied. It wasn't enough. It was as though I wanted her under my skin.

I felt her lips next to my ear, as she sucked on my earlobe, the feeling only spreading the fire, gaining in intensity.

She left desperate, wet kisses, working across my jaw, finally deciding to end with a slow, open-mouthed kiss on my throat. I let out yet another groan as she pulled my lips to hers again. I felt her tongue trace my lower lip, begging for entrance, as I pulled her flush against me for what seemed the umpteenth time. She fell on top of me, as the both of us suddenly lay on the ground. She tasted exquisitely, as though her lips were dusted with sugar. The feel of her tongue on mine was almost too much. She shifted on top of me as the friction sent yet another thrill racing through the both of us. She let out a soft whimper as I slowly kissed the base of her throat, slowly tracing my lips back up to hers.

Feeling more alive than I ever had. Feeling a way I had never felt with…

Bella.

I suddenly willed my body to stand up. Lia moved away from me then, as realization dawned on her.

"I'm sorry, so, so sorry." She gasped as she brought her hands to her lips, moving away slightly.

I shook my head. "No, no. I'm sorry, it's all my fault." I made myself respond.

What had I just done? I had never behaved so irresponsibly. I quickly got up as I heard a familiar car a mile away.

"Damn it." I cursed, Lia continued to breathlessly apologize, shutting her eyes forcefully.

"What's wrong?" She asked, opening her eyes to see me pacing, I was determined to not look her in the eyes. Doing so would only make matters worse. My skin was still on fire from the contact, yearning for more.

"Alice is coming." I snapped, hating myself for not being in control.

Lia suddenly flared up at my tone, adamantly picking up the useless blanket and angrily walking towards the car.

She slammed the door shut as she kicked her feet unto the upholstery, crossing her arms against her chest.

Tonight was living proof that no matter how old you tried to act, your age would always come back to bite you in the ass. Edward could say he was over 100, but he still had the hormones of a 17 year-old boy.

I was still shaking from his touch, willing my heart to calm down.

What had just happened?

I shut my eyes tightly, wondering if this was just another overactive dream I was having. Maybe my dream Lia had finally gotten the courage to kiss dream Edward. She never had before.

My eyes opened slightly as a new pair of headlights shine on. My heart sank as I saw the look on Edward's face. The sudden bright light ruined the cliff, enveloping in it's harsh, artificial light.

The car slowly parked next to me as three, very startled looking vampires made their way out. The first one, the smallest of the three walked briskly up to Edward as the two began to talk furiously. Too fast for me to hear, but I could tell by their stance that it wasn't good.

The last two vampires wasted no time in joining Alice as they got into my car.

I saw Rosalie hurriedly start the engine as Jasper made his way into the back seat. He made no sudden mood changes.

Rosalie backed up sharply as we sped away from the scene, leaving the two siblings to argue on their own. My heart was still pounding frantically, and my body was still trembling. I let out a shaky breath as I waited for the full weight of what me and Edward had just done to hit me. I was still in the "shocked" phase, apparently.

The car ride was deathly silent, my inhales and exhales the only sound. It almost became obnoxious to breath. It wasn't my fault I felt this way, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jasper fidgeting silently in his seat.

"Can you calm the girl?" Rosalie spat, pressing her foot harder against the exhilarator as I felt my body calming down. My heartbeat slowed to it's regular rhythm as I began to relax. Now that my body wasn't fried, the weight hit me like a ton of bricks.

What was going to happen? How much did Alice see? Would she tell Bella? Did all the Cullens hate me now? Was I going to be seen as some high-priced slut?

I ran my hands between my fingers as I tried in vain to shove all thoughts of Edward away. This was not the time, nor the place.

"Are you ok?" Rosalie suddenly asked, never taking her eyes off the road.

I could only nod uneasily, unable to repress the worry that had attached to my heart.

"Don't be afraid to talk." Rosalie said, trying to smile.

"You… you aren't mad?" I questioned, feeling like a little girl. God, how could I even try and act innocent after that?

"At Alice and Edward? I could rip them two pieces." She answered, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

I looked at her in confusion, "And… me?" I asked timidly.

"Of course not Lia, you're just human. Now stop acting so shy or else I may believe that you and Bella are actually related." She tried to joke. I didn't like the excuse she gave for me.

"I don't think being human justifies my actions." I pointed out, feeling a bit lighter as I felt Rosalie on my side. Alice had always been Bella's.

"Yes, but it's a hell of a lot harder to act with reason rather than emotion when you are one. Edward could've stopped." She reasoned.

"I could've stopped Rosalie, but I chose not too."

"Yeah, and neither did Edward. So don't pin this mess all on yourself." Rose countered, winking at me out of the corner of her eye.

"I'm not doing that exactly, but I do feel guilty." I said, something told me that this would be the only time I'd be able to talk about this. The calm that had enveloped my body had also cleared my head. I could no longer feel the lingering touch of Edward's fingers, or his lips on my skin, or his scent, or his…

I took a deep breath, running my hand through my hair again as I looked out the window. The relaxed state of my mind coming to terms at what the consequences of my actions.

"I'm not saying it wasn't incredibly stupid either Lia." Rosalie sobered, staring at me from the corner of her eyes.

Jasper nodded slightly behind me.

I groaned, my head making contact with the window. I had another headache coming on.

She was yelling again. Switching from frustrating whispers into screams, berating me like the second mother she believed to be. I could only clench my hands into fists as she continued to accuse me of trying to ruin my engagement.

"What did you think was going to come out of this? Huh Edward? Did for one second you stop and remember the girl you fell in love with? The girl you're engaged to?"

"Don't say that." I growled

"So what do you want me to say Edward? Do you want me to pat you on the back and congratulate you from almost screwing another girl, a girl you most certainly have no commitments to?"

I could only feel my anger flaring

"Don't jump to conclusions my dear sister, you know damn well that you didn't see anything like that."

She shrugged, still maintaining her cold stone glare "Doesn't mean it couldn't have happened, it's not something people spend too much time planning anyway."

"Stay out of my business." I hissed, walking back towards the car.

She forcefully turned me around, yanking me down to her height.

"Not when it's going to hurt the people I love most."

"I suppose you mean Bella." I spat.

I've never seen you say her name with such hate.

"It isn't directed at her." I countered,

She could only shrug. Might as well be, tell me Edward, are you planning to tell her?

"Don't you dare Alice, don't you dare." I warned, hating her with such an intensity at the moment. Alice was always in our problems, always interfering in our personal lives, I failed to remember when my decisions were mine for once.

"I'm not going to tell her. I'm not going to be the one to break her heart." She shrugged again, letting go of my arm as she walked back to the car.

"Unless you failed to remember, she broke mine first."

Alice laughed, cruelly, without humor

I fail to recall when your relationship turned into some sort of sick game.

La Vie en Rose - the full saying "je vois la vie en rose", one definition is seeing life through rose-colored glasses. These intriguing words are really open to interpretation and to the imagination. They have a history though, of music, love and romance.

Piaf had a very emotional, tragic life, and her songs reflect her life. This famous, somewhat autobiographic song is about a very sad girl who did not have much happiness in her life, and just met a guy and forgets everything bad in the moment where he holds her in his arm and tells her loving words.
The song is slightly tragic because this happiness is brief and could disappear again as it came, because her lover dies (which happened to her in real life with Marcel Cerdan), or leaves her, or there comes some other misfortune.