Woot! Long chapter!

Okay, so I'm not completely sure how I feel with this chapter. I don't think I liked Edward's POV too much. I usually do Bella's but it was requested so I gave it a shot. A portion of this story is straight out of Twilight and you'll know which part when you come to it. I tried to reword it as best as I could.

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Chapter Four
Fear

Edward's POV

Alice and I ran quickly back to the house, while I held Bella tightly to my chest. Alice kept sending glances over in my direction but her eyes never looked at me. They rested on Bella's sleeping form.

I can't believe she's alive, Alice's voice drifted into my head. I nodded in her direction. I couldn't believe it either.

The last time I had seen Bella was when she was twenty-two, nearly 140 years ago, and it had been her wedding day. I knew that she didn't know I was there but I'm sure her soon-to-be husband did. After all, she was marrying a werewolf.

His name had been Brian Thompson and he had just turned twenty. He had imprinted on my Bella. I should've been the one to marry Bella and it wouldn't have been a problem if I had agreed to change her.

You're an idiot, I heard Alice say.

I gave her a shocked look. I was shocked. Alice rarely ever called me an idiot but I knew why she had.

I let go the best thing that had ever happened to me.

Bella wouldn't have tried to attack me with a bat.

I let out a quiet chuckle as the house came in to view. Bella Swan had actually swung a bat at me!

The trees flew by quicker than they had been. I had picked up speed and Alice was trying desperately to catch up with me. I let out a roar of laughter that would be heard by my vampire family.

I smiled when I noticed them all standing in the doorway, waiting for us to return from our "midnight run".

Emmett held a look of amusement over his face as I slowed down and approached them. "What'd she do?" he asked, trying to hold in his laughter. "Fall down again?"

"She decided to attack Edward with a baseball bat," Alice replied, trying to hide her own enjoyment. Even I found it funny that a fragile human would try to attack me.

Esme and Carlisle looked stunned that I would bring Bella back here. From their thoughts, they weren't expecting her ever again. Jasper was smiling; obviously feeling the joy radiating off Emmett, Alice and me. Rosalie looked bored but her thoughts said something else.

She was happy to have the clumsy little human girl back.

"You are my life," Bella whispered quietly. I looked down at her in my arms and she was still sound asleep. "You're the only thing it would hurt me to lose."

I frowned at her words but gasped in surprise. Somehow, even hidden deep within her mind, she remembered me. The words she had spoken happened 145 years ago. I wanted to rejoice.

"It's definitely broken," I heard Carlisle say. Everyone moved out of the way for me to enter with Bella.

It's so good to see her again. Esme. She had missed Bella almost as much as Alice and I had. It hurt to see her day after day.

Yes! My sister's back! I chuckled at Emmett's thoughts.

She'll have to be in a cast for at least eight weeks with the way she hit herself, Carlisle said. I nodded to him in understanding as I placed her down on the couch. Carlisle hovered over Bella's foot once again, examining all the broken places. The way it was swelling up it looked like every bone had shattered.

I never left Bella's side while Carlisle put a cast on her foot. She only flinched a few times as Carlisle poked and prodded the injury.

It was more than just wonderful to see Bella again. I was completely thrilled. While I waited for Carlisle to finish, I thought back to today at school when we had seen Bella and she had seen us.

FLASHBACK TO EARLIER THAT DAY

We all sat at a table in the eastern corner of the cafeteria; none of us eating our food like always. It was a rough day. It always was when we had to start a new school without Bella. Rosalie was the only one acting her typical self.

Thoughts of the student body filled my mind, while their conversations flooded my ears. I simply brushed them all away until one particular conversation reached me. By the stiffness of my siblings, they had obviously heard it too.

"Tell me more about these new students," a girl said, probably to a friend.

"Those are them," her friend whispered.

"But who are they?"

I looked over in the direction of the two gossiping girls and it felt like my dead heart had started beating again.

There was Bella. My Bella!

She was alive and beautiful. I wanted to go over to her and talk to her but soon the two girls turned away from my gaze.

"The one with bronze hair is Edward Cullen."

I turned away from the two and sighed.

I could hear Bella gasp at the mention of me and I couldn't help but wonder if she really did know who I was or if she had just heard the name before. She looked back up and let out a sigh.

"Who are the others?" Bella asked.

The girl she was with also looked back up and said, "The small girl is Alice Cullen. She's with Jasper Hale. …Jasper is the boy with blond hair. Then there's Emmett Cullen and Rosalie Hale. They're together."

"They're all very beautiful," Bella murmured. I tried to hide my smile but it was hard to do. I could feel the gaze of my siblings and Bella on me.

"They are aren't they?" her friend asked. "They were all adopted by Doctor Carlisle Cullen and his wife. Rosalie and Jasper are twins."

"The Cullens don't look like they're related," Bella stated. I looked back at Bella and I could feel all my emotions behind my gaze. Confusion. Happiness. Shock. It was everything I felt since I first set eyes on Bella a few mere minutes ago.

Her beautiful brown eyes met my sad topaz ones. I heard her friend giggle and I glanced at her. She had noticed Bella and me staring at one another. "The Cullens aren't related at all," Bella's friend said. "Just the Hales."

Bella nodded and turned away to eat her food.

I stared at her for a few more minutes before turning to my siblings who all appeared to be rather confused. "I'm transferring out of your English class, Alice," I told my sister. She nodded and her gaze drifted over in Bella's direction. She squealed with delight and clapped her hands together.

"Bella's back!" she exclaimed. Jasper and Emmett smiled but Rosalie only went back to gazing in her mirror.

"I'm placing myself in sixth period American History with a Missus Quaid," I said. My siblings nodded.

We all didn't look so sad anymore. In fact, we were actually rather happy. Isabella Marie Swan was back and by the looks of it, it didn't look like she was going to die anytime soon.

BELLA'S POV

This time I wasn't in the meadow. I was in a ballet studio watching a scene before me. An evil looking man stared at me as if I was food.

"Would you mind, very much, if I left a little letter of my own for your Edward?"

I let out a gasp of shock and quickly covered my mouth with my hand. My heartbeat quickened as I let out a breath, realizing that no one had heard me.

The man took a step back and touched a small digital video camera that was balanced on top of an ancient stereo. The red light flashed, indicating that it was recording. The man adjusted it a few times. The dream me he was talking to stared at him in horror.

"I'm sorry, but I just don't think he'll be able to resist hunting me after he watches this. And I wouldn't want him to miss anything. It was all for him, of course. You're simply a human, who unfortunately was in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and indisputably running with the wrong crowd, I might add."

The man stepped toward dream me, smiling evilly. "Before we begin, I would just like to rub it in, just a little bit. The answer was there all along, and I was so afraid Edward would see that and ruin my fun. It happened once, oh, ages ago. The one and only time my prey escaped me. You see... the vampire who was so stupidly fond of this little victim made the choice that your Edward was too weak to make. When the old one knew I was after his little friend, he stole her from the asylum where he worked – I never understand the obsession some vampires seem to form with you humans – and as soon as he freed her he made her safe. She didn't even seem to notice the pain, poor little creature. She'd been stuck in the black hole of a cell for so long. A hundred years earlier and she would have been burned at the stake for her visions. In the nineteen-twenties it was the asylum and the shock treatments. When she opened her eyes, strong with her fresh youth, it was like she'd never seen the sun before. The old vampire made her a strong new vampire, and there was no reason for me to touch her then." The man sighed. "I destroyed the old one in vengeance."

"Alice," I breathed at the same time as dream me did. Both versions of me clearly seemed astonished.

"Yes, your little friend. I was surprised to see her in the clearing. So I guess her coven ought to be able to derive some comfort from this experience. I get you, but they get her. The one victim who escaped me, quite an honor, actually. And she did smell so delicious. I still regret that I never got to taste… She smelled even better than you do. Sorry – I don't mean to be offensive. You have a very nice smell. Floral, somehow…"

The man took another step toward dream me, until he was just a few simple inches away. He lifted a lock of dream me's hair and sniffed it. I felt nauseated just by the scene. I wanted to scream out to myself to run away but I knew that my screams and cries would only go unheard.

I watched closely as the man gently placed the lock of hair back into place as his cold fingers brushed against my throat. It was me now that he was touching. Dream me had vanished into the air!

He reached up to stroke my cheek once swiftly with his thump. He looked extremely curious. I urged myself to run but I was frozen in place. This man terrified me with his dark red eyes and pale translucent skin. He wasn't anywhere near as beautiful as the Cullens.

"No," he murmured to himself. He dropped his hand from my face. "I don't understand." A sigh escaped his pink lips. "Well, I suppose we should get on with it. And then I can call your friends and tell them where to find you, and my little message."

I could feel the vomit begging to come up my throat and I could sense that I was about to feel horrible pain. It was visible in the man's eyes. I felt my knees begin to shake.

He stepped back, beginning to circle, casually. It was as if he were trying to find a great place to dig in. His wicked face looked open and friendly.

My heart quickened even more as he slumped forward into a crouch and his smile widened until I realized that he was only smiling to show me his teeth.

Without much thought, I turned around and bolted for the nearest emergency exit. The man was in front of me before I even had time to breathe. I couldn't tell what he used but a crushing blow struck my chest. I flew backward and heard the crunch of my head as it bashed into the mirrors. The glass shattered, some of the pieces exploded and splintered on the floor next to me.

I could barely feel the pain as I struggled to breathe. The man walked toward me slowly, pleased with what he was doing.

"That's a very nice effect," he said, investigating the mess of glass. His voice was friendly again. "I thought this room would be visually dramatic for my little film. That's why I picked this place to meet you. It's perfect, isn't it?"

I tried my best to ignore him as I stumbled on my hands and knees, crawling toward the other door.

He was above me at once. His foot stepped down hard on my leg. I heard it snap and felt nauseated all over again. I screamed out as I reached for my injured leg. He was standing over me, smiling pleasantly.

"Would you like to rethink your last request?" he asked. The tip of his foot nudged my broken leg and I screamed out again.

"Wouldn't you rather have Edward try to find me?" he inquired.

Yes, I wanted to reply. I wanted to tell this man that I wanted Edward to kill him without any regrets. I wanted to feel safe in the arms of little Alice but I wasn't safe. This man was going to kill me. I was sure of it.

"No!" I found myself crying out. "No, Edward, don't –" I felt something smash into my face. The force threw me back into the broken mirrors.

I could feel the sharp rip over my scalp where glass cut into it. I'd rather feel the pain of my shattered leg then this. Blood began to spread through my hair quickly. I could feel it soaking my shirt and hear it drip on to the wooden floor.

The nausea was becoming worse at the smell of blood but I didn't know why. Blood had never bothered me before. It never made me sick so why was I feeling this way? Was it the fact that there was so much?

Through all the pain I felt, even with the dizziness from blood loss and nausea, I finally saw a face that gave me some hope. His eyes burned with an uncontrollable need. My blood was spreading across my white shirt and forming in puddles on the floor. It was driving him mad with thirst.

I hoped that whatever he had in store for me that he would just get on with it. Nothing could hurt as much as my broken body did right about now.

The man let out a fierce growl and through my glossing eyes I could see him coming toward me. Weakly I raised my hand to protect my face. My eyes drifted shut and I felt myself drifting off into a deep sleep.

I was sure I was dreaming but I could still hear everything going on around me. I heard another person snarl. It was deeper and wilder than the one who was hunting me.

I felt myself being taken back to the world of the living until a sharp pain slashed against my hand but I couldn't force myself to open my eyes. I wanted to open them but I couldn't.

Was I dead?

But then the sound of sobbing filled the air.

"Oh no, Bella, no!" the person cried.

It was Edward, my savior.

Beyond Edward, I could also hear more growling and snapping until it finally just became silent.

"Bella, please! Bella, listen to me, please, please, Bella, please!" Edward begged.

I struggled to speak but nothing came.

"Carlisle!" Edward called out. His musical voice was filled with agony. I wanted to ask him why he was calling for his father but still no sound came out of my lips. "Bella, Bella, no, oh please, no, no!" I could hear him sobbing uncontrollably and for some strange reason, I knew that no tears were falling from his gorgeous golden eyes.

Pain engulfed my head. It hurt. It hurt a lot. Then, stronger pains came. I cried out, gasping for air, trying so hard to find my way to Edward.

"Bella!"

My eyes snapped open and seven sets of golden eyes stared intently at me. I sat up quickly, wincing in pain. Remembering, my injured foot I looked down. It was wrapped in a cast of plaster all the way to my knee. "What happened?" I asked, still groggy from my sleep.

I heard Alice giggle and reply, "You hit Edward with a bat and hurt yourself instead."

"Did I hit my head too?" I asked as I rubbed it. "It's pounding."

The big burly man that Jenna had identified as Emmett Cullen continued to hover over me. He looked amused. "What?" I asked.

"It's just so good to see my little sister again!" he exclaimed.

I raised an eyebrow at him. I needed to quickly get over my obsession with Edward Cullen. Not only did he claim to be my boyfriend but his brother claimed that I was his little sister! What the hell was going on?

"Bella," a woman with a heart shaped face said. I turned my attention to her and was startled by her beauty. She was almost as beautiful as Rosalie and she looked so young, barely over twenty. So why was she adopting teenagers? "Are you alright?"

I shook my head no and rested it back on the arm of the couch. This was all so strange. The whole Cullen family was strange! I wanted to go home but I was afraid. I was afraid that the man from my dream would come and get me, as odd – and childish – as that may sound. I didn't feel safe. I began breathing heavily, each time gasping for more air.

"She's having a panic attack," I heard Jasper Hale say. I gasped for more air as I clutched my shirt. I never thought the dreams that I've been having for the past four years would affect me this much.

Edward took a seat on the coffee table and handed me a glass of water. He held me up as I slowly sipped the refreshing liquid. "Better?" he asked. I nodded as my breathing began to slow and return back to normal.

"I don't want to go home," I whispered not even realizing that they all could've heard me. Edward glanced back at a man with blond hair. He kind of resembled Jasper but he looked older and a little bit more compassionate. They appeared to be having a silent conversation. I raised an eyebrow at Edward when he turned back around to face me.

"Stay here," Edward bluntly said. My eyes widened in shock at his straightforwardness. I barely knew them! This was becoming all too much.

I forced myself to sit back up on the couch and with one foot, I made myself stand. "Where are you going?" Edward asked while I made my way to the door.

Quickly turning back around, I glared at him. His face was so close to mind that I could smell his scent and his cool breath. He smelled… minty. "Why should I stay?" I barked. "I barely know any of you! And to be honest… you all really creep me out. I mean honestly! Who climbs into someone's bedroom in the middle of the night and stares at them while sleeping? Who really does that?"

Edward slowly raised his hand.

"You're kidding me right?" I asked in disbelief.

He shook his head and replied, "I've only ever down that with you and before tonight the last time I had was over a hundred years ago."

My eyes widened with bewilderment. "You really are crazy!"

"Crazy for you, Bella."

I groaned and quickly turned back around to the door. I went to open it but it quickly slammed shut. Edward stood there with a cheesy grin on his face. "Move," I demanded.

"No."

"I'll scream."

"So? No one can hear you anyway."

"Stalker."

"Bella."

I glowered and the more this game continued, Edward Cullen's grin grew even larger than it was before. "You can't keep me here forever," I snarled.

His eyes twinkled with enjoyment and I had the sudden urge to punch him. I brought my hand back and hit him in the face. I could hear the bones shattering in my hand. I cried out in pain. "What are you?" I asked, trying desperately to fight back my tears.

"I've told you already," he replied. He reached for me and I jumped backwards, hitting something – or someone – that felt like stone. I turned behind me and I was created by a huge, muscular chest. I looked up and Emmett was grinning down at me.

"Two times in one day," Emmett laughed. "Interesting."

I cringed away from him and walked backwards into Edward. I jumped when he started laughing. He placed his cold hands on my busted hand and like before with Alice, I felt immediate relief. I sighed with contentment and my eyes once again met Edward's. The stunning bronze-haired boy that had my mind swirling with thoughts all day and night was still smiling.

Blushing, I turned away from his gaze and focused on Alice. She was also grinning, jumping up and down with enthusiasm. She was definitely an energetic little thing.

"Bella," Edward said.

I continued to stare at Alice, pretending to ignore him.

"Bella," he said again. His voice sounded determined. "Please. Look at me."

I didn't.

I felt a hand reach up and brush along my cheek. His touch was amazing. It felt like he had touched me this way before. "Please," he pleaded.

Unwillingly, I lifted my eyes up to meet his again. He smiled softly before leaning down and pressing his soft lips to mine.