A/N: I thought I would clear a few things up. I originally got the idea for this story when I learned about Alice's history. She lost her memory because of the shock medication while human and I was thinking what would happen if the morphine had the same effect on Bella as the shock medication had on Alice. The reason it didn't work on Emmett is because it didn't have time to spread and affect him. I hope this clears up a few of the questions about how this could happen. I hope you all love this chapter and there is a lot more to come. ~JerinAnn

A Love Forgotten: Chapter 2

Bella's POV

"No!" I heard a high pitched voice scream as I tackled the bronze-haired boy to the ground. He was so shocked by my outburst that he didn't react. His lack of response didn't matter because I felt two sets of arms pull me off him and restrain me.

"What's gotten into you, Bella?" One of the men that were restraining me demanded. I turned my head to see a boy with dark, curly hair with concern eyes. He was the one who spoke. I growled at him and bared my teeth. His eyes widened and the other pair of arms tightened on me.

"Who are you people?" I screamed.

"Your family." The curly haired one said in surprise.

"No you're not!"

"Yes we are," he insisted.

"I would remember you if. . . ." My eyes widened. "I don't even know who I am!" I sobbed out. I sank to the ground and curled up in a ball. Thankfully, the restraining arms released me cautiously.

"Bella. . . ."

"Isabella," I said suddenly. A honey-blond haired boy raised his eyebrows. "I only know my first name," I whispered dejectedly.

I felt like I would go crazy. How was it possible that I couldn't remember myself? I felt like I should remember, but I couldn't. Did the fires of hell not only burn me physically, but also burn away my memories?

The voice of the boy who I attacked broke my train of thought. "Carlisle, how is this possible?"

The one he addressed as Carlisle shook his head. "I'm not sure, Edward. Maybe . . . maybe it was the morphine."

The boy - Edward - shook his head in denial. "No, I refuse to believe that my wife doesn't remember me."

"Wife?!" I almost screeched. Edward looked at me with sadness etched in his eyes. "You're lying; you're all lying! I would know . . . if I . . ." I trailed off as something on my left hand caught my attention. A beautiful diamond right with a webbing of gold was on my third finger. I looked between the right and Edward a few times. "Oh my God. . . . what . . . I . . ." I couldn't form a sentence. They must think that the morphine made me mentally challenged as well.

"Why don't we take you hunting?" Carlisle asked me in a soft voice.

"Hunting?" I asked in surprise. Why would I need to hunt? All I needed was a nice cold drink to quench my burning throat.

"I'll take her," Edward said not taking his eyes off of me. "It would be better if I told her everything without an audience."

Carlisle face was full of concern. "Are you sure, Edward? The risk . . ."

Edward turned to look him dead in the eye. It was obvious nothing would change his mind. "You took the same risk as me. It will be fine."

"Edward . . ." a woman who was clearly the mother spoke up, concern in her eyes for both her son and me. "Be careful and make sure she's completely safe."

Edward nodded. "I always do, Esme." He turned to me, with a soft smile on his lips. "Why don't you come with me, lo - Bella."

I stood up slowly. "You won't hurt me?"

The dark haired boy that restrained me before laughed. "He couldn't hurt any lady, let alone you. He would rather kill himself than hurt you so you have nothing to worry about."

I nodded slowly and followed Edward over to the window. I was confused as to why we were going over here if we were going to talk privately. Realization dawned on me, and I stared at him wide eyed. "We're jumping from the window? Are you suicidal?" I demanded.

He smiled slightly. "No, not recently," he said which didn't reassure me. "But if you are really worried I could carry you." He had a smile on his face that gave me the urge to smack it off. How could I have married him? Maybe they slipped on the ring when I was burning. No, I didn't believe that. What the hell was I thinking when I chose him?

He was dead set on jumping out of that window. I didn't want him to carry me because it would be mortifying, and there was no way I would ever want him that close to me . . . but I didn't want to fall to my death. If he carried me while he jumped, I would be out of his house, and he would hopefully have a broken leg or two along with a neck. That thought made me smile.

"Uh . . . sure," I replied as I looked out the window three stories off the ground. I sized Edward up with my eyes. Yup, he would break a leg. There was no way he would survive that fall totally intact. He would take most of the impact so I should be fine.
"My answer seemed to take him off guard, but he started to smile like an idiot so I started to wonder if he was the mentally impaired on. He walked gracefully over to me and scooped me up into his arms. I was pressed against his chest and I felt his arms holding me tighter against him before he jumped out of the window.

It was terrifying and amazing at the same time. I could see every detail and process everything before we hit the ground. The wind in my hair was oddly comforting. When we did land, it was almost silent. The jerk who was holding me didn't break a single bone in his body. What a disappointment.

"Do you want me to continue to carry you or do you want to run on your own?" he asked me with a small smirk on his face that made my head foggy. I gently shook my head to clear it up. Oh how I wanted to smack him, or kiss him. Oh God, I was going nuts!

"I'll walk." I didn't want to make an even bigger fool of myself.

He nodded and set me on my feet. He reached for my hand, but I pulled it away. Pain filled his eyes only for a second before his face turned impassive. "Okay, follow me."

He turned and ran into the forest at an inhuman speed. I gritted my teeth and took off after him, desperate not to be shown up again. Amazingly, I was running as fast as him. The trees were a streak of green and brown all around me. We reached a river a few seconds later and he jumped over it without any hesitation. I growled under my breath. Show off.

I caught up to him, and when he saw me he smiled. I was surprised to find that I wasn't tired nor did I have a hard time breathing. "So do you care to explain all of this?"

He frowned slightly. "You won't believe me."

"Try me. I'm running at a speed that shouldn't be possible, and you didn't break a bone jumping out of that window." I half-hoped the disappointment didn't show in my voice. I guess I didn't hide it because he smirked.

"You're. . . . not normal anymore," he said in a hesitant voice trying not to insult me. "You changed."

"Into what?"

"A . . . vampire," he quickly looked at me from the corner of his eye.

I was still running as I was staring at him in shock which wasn't the smartest thing to do. The next thing I was aware of was an Isabella shaped dent in a once standing tree. I was shocked that I wasn't dead let alone hurt. Huh, maybe he was telling the truth.

"Bella!" Edward said urgently as he knelt next to me. "Are you hurt? Are you alright?"

I looked into his eyes and was surprised to find only concern and . . . love in his eyes, not a single hint of amusement. He might not be as big of a jerk as I thought he was.

"I'm fine," I mumbled, embarrassed that I actually ran into a tree. Now that he was sure that I was not injured, he laughed lightly.

"Of course," he mumbled. "I forgot for a second that vampires can't be hurt easily." He looked at me with love and pride in his eyes. "I guess old habits die hard."

"Huh?" I asked. "You lost me again."

He ran a hand through his hair as he sighed. "I forgot you don't remember. . . ." He sighed again in frustration. "After everything we've - you've - been through, you would think we would get a break.

"I'll explain the basics of being a vampire before I talk about your past as it's more important at the moment. Vampires don't sleep at all; we don't have to breath. Our strength, speed, and agility increased largely as you probably already figured out. Our skin is cold and as hard as granite. We don't burn in the sun, instead our skin reflects the light to make it look like it's embedded with diamonds. Anything else you're curious about?"

"Can we die?" I asked in a small voice, everything seeming surreal. This couldn't be happening.

"Yes, but it's difficult."

"How?"

This question clearly troubled him. "I guess you have the right to know. We have to be ripped apart and burnt. If we are only torn apart, we will pull ourselves back together . . . literally."

I shuddered. That seemed painful . . . and disgusting. "So we're immortal in a sense."

He nodded slowly. "We stay the same as we were when we're changed. For example, I was seventeen when Carlisle changed me so I'm still physically seventeen though I have been a vampire since 1918." My eyes widened at that knowledge. The way he said it made it seem like it was a long time.

"What year is it now?" I asked slowly.

"It's 2006."

"So you're . . ." I trailed off.

"More than a century old? Yeah."

"How old am I?" I mused.

"Eighteen. You're eighteen right now. Your nineteenth birthday is in a day. . . ."

"Oh," So I was only a year older than him . . . physically.

"Is it true that vampires drink blood?" I whispered the question.

He nodded. "The majority of our kind drink blood from humans because it tastes the best, but our family survives only on animals."

Our Family. That was a little disconcerting. It was weird that I didn't remember my family at all. When I pulled myself away from that thought I asked him something in one word. "Animals?"

He smiled slightly. "Animals," he confirmed. "My family can't stand the thought of destroying human lives. Don't humans hunt animals? It makes us feel more . . . humane. We don't want to be monsters."

I nodded, feeling sympathetic for him. How hard it must be trying to be something you're not. I guess he had a reason for being a jerk.

"Now, how long have I been married to you?" I asked in a tight voice.

He smiled at me. "I promise to tell you everything I know about you after you hunt. Your throat must be hurting, and I don't want you in pain."

I tried to swallow past the burning pain in my throat and nodded. "Will it make it go away?"

He shook his head slowly. "The thirst never truly goes away completely, but after you hunt it starts to be bearable. The older you are - the longer you've been a vampire - the easier it is too handle as well. We just want to keep you away from humans for about a year or two because it will be almost impossible to keep from attacking."

I nodded and took the hand he offered me to help me up. His eyes sparkled with hope at my gesture of acceptance. We took off running in a comfortable silence with only one thought in my mind; I guess I can see why I fell for him.