Disclaimer: Stephenie Myer and associates own all Twilight characters/etc. I just want to play with them for a while and give them something new to do.

Chapter 3: Inside Out

(BPOV)

I made it to my hotel, into the room, and into the show before the tears finally fell. Why I was crying, I couldn't honestly say. Between seeing him again and spending most of the night in his arms I should have been ecstatic.

He didn't recognize me.

That was it. That was the reason for the waterfall pouring out of my eyes and down my face. I spent the entirety of my life from age 2 to 11 with the guy and it seemed that 7 years and a change of hair color was enough to erase me from his life as though I never existed.

I hadn't felt pain this deep since the day I left.

I let the water run down my body, washing away all traces of his scent and any proof that the night ever happened. I scrubbed my skin till it was a bright pink and starting to sting. I washed my face, removing all the make up that seemed to hide my identity.

As the water ran cold, the tears finally stopped. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in one of those ridiculously fluffy towels that you can only find at hotels and left the bathroom. I grabbed my iPod and layed down on the bed, not even bothering to put on pajamas.

Headphones in, volume up. I let the music wash away all the thoughts that plagued my head, leaving only the good memories from the night.

As I drifted off to sleep all I could think about was the feel of his body pressed against mine and the look in those beautiful emerald eyes that had haunted me for the last 7 years.

(EPOV)

What the hell?

I was back in my room and still completely confused as to what had happened. I was looking in her eyes and all I could think about was kissing those perfect lips and then all of a sudden she leaned in and brushed her lips to mine. She whispered in my ear and then disappeared.

My lips were still tingling.

Soon. What did that even mean? I didn't know anything about her, besides her name and the general direction that she was heading in. She knew even less than that about me. How were we ever going to see each other again?

I tore open the mini-fridge and proceeded to drink myself into oblivion.

No thoughts about the girl who had left me in the club. No thoughts about the tingling that I felt in my lips until my face started going numb from the alcohol. Not one single thought about her soft skin and her luscious curves that I was dying to touch.

Until I fell asleep.

I know that alcohol in large quantities gives me some fucked up dreams, but this was ridiculous.

I was a vampire. Bella was my singer. We spent months together until finally I changed her. She was even more stunning, if that were possible, as an immortal. And then this big wolf came and ripped her to pieces.

I woke up screaming.