A/N - I own nothing.

Well looky here at what I have for you!..

SURPRISE MEAGAN! heeheeeheee

Well I got some written done yesterday since you all seemed to like that other update.. but that's not all. There's still one more chapter coming after this.

Not sure when I am going to update again since my trip but you never no..

Twilightbyus... you make me speechless sometimes.

"Carlisle you stay here and stand guard!" Jasper demands. "And be sure to let us all know immediately if anything happens to change."

"Oh yes, sir," Carlisle responds sarcastically. "You got it sir." He shouts to Jasper then begins to pace infront of the door making a mockery of him.

Jasper rolls his eyes at Carlisle. "Okay Mrs. Platts, we might as well go down stairs and start putting everything away." Jasper makes is way down the hall, ignoring Carlisle.

Mrs. Platts follows giggling at Carlisle and give him a sly wink as she jumps away from him.

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Edward bangs his way into his private room in the forbidden part of the castle. "I tried to ask her nicely," he grumbles to himself. "But No. She refused me. I don't understand what she wants me to do. Does she seriously want me to beg?" He slams things that are in his way around. He doesn't quite care because in the past, since the curse has started, he has felt the need to take as much care for the finer things that he had. And in many fits of anger he has ruined almost everything in the room.

His eye catches a small table next to the hour glass. On the table is a small painting, one that normally would have reminded him of a happier time. It is of him and his parents when he was smaller, just a little green eyed boy, before they left him so suddenly. It reminded him, to always wonder how his life could have turn out, had those events never taken place. Would he have turn out the same. So miserable, angry, and temperamental. Would this hideous curse ever come upon him.

He turns and looks at his one wall that shows no damage. The wall that holds all the nutrition his body will ever need again. All the red filled vile's.

He believes his life would have been much different.

But now the painting holds even more meaning. A means to seeing the outside world.

He stares at it wondering if he should or not. But in the end his curiosity wins. He picks it up.

"Show me the girl."

Instantly the picture in the painting changes to show Bella, in that moment, in her room. Edward watched on through the flowing picture.

Alice and Bella are speaking while sitting on her bed. Bella is tensed up with her arms crossed while Alice, is sort of leaning on it, being that its hard for her to sit down now days. Being a piece of furniture and all.

"Awe Bella, Edward really isn't that bad. Honestly once you truly get to know him."

Alice was one of the few people in the castle who could truly say that about Edward. She had grown up with him her whole life, being the daughter of Carlisle. She has also been in charge of Edwards clothing since she was only enough to work for the castle.

"I'm not interested in getting to know him. I don't care if I ever have anything to do with him."

Hearing that alone make Edward put the painting back in its place on the table, bringing the original painting back to view.

"Who am I kidding. She's never going to see me as anything, but a... beast." He looks at the hour glass as more sand falls. "This is hopeless."

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