Okay, sorry to kind of mess some stuff up for you people. If you read the last chapter of the story I just finished, A Magical Surprise, then this story kind of doesn't make sense at the moment. The William that showed up in that chapter was the same one in this story, just after this story is finished. Sorry if it kind of wrecks the ending for you!

P.S. And if you haven't read that, this doesn't mean you have to go and read it to find out what happens at the end of this story, cuz it only reveals one thing that really isn't that big, so DON'T READ IT!

P.P.S. Also sorry it took me SO long to post this! I've really been working on two stroies on FictionPress as well as getting settled into the summer schedule!

-Very Sorry Author!

Chapter 9

The next few weeks were just as they had been before Edward had been abducted. It was summer, so we didn't have to go to school.

We went to Port Angels and stayed clear of dark alleys, even though Edward could beat the living daylights out of anyone that came after us, vampire or not. Mostly, we went to dinner in fine restaurants and hung out around Forks with Jessica and some others from school.

One day, three weeks after Edward's return, he called on the phone. A normal occurrence now, though sometimes, I yearned for the days of him sneaking into my room while Charlie was down stairs, oblivious.

"I have a surprise for you." He breathed into the phone.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Do I ever tell you?" he retorted.

"No." I replied. "But can you blame me for trying?"

"I suppose not." I could almost see the grin that was spreading across his face. "I'll be there to pick you up in twenty minutes." He said and hung up. That was one thing I didn't miss about Edward being a vampire: his fast driving, though I had felt safe while he was behind the wheel, as long as I kept my eyes shut.

He was there in exactly twenty minutes. I ran out the door before Charlie could ask questions, and climbed in the Volvo.

"What took you so long?" I teased.

"Oh, I thought I would make the wait even worse for you by taking my time." H replied, the lop sided smile I loved spread across his face.

"So where are we going?"

"You'll have to wait and see." He replied and sped off, leaving a skid mark for sure. We drove for an hour through the countryside, before we got to a small airport just outside of Port Angels. There was a jet waiting for us.

"Are we leaving the country?" I asked. "Because Charlie said that he wanted me to warn him before I went out of the country again. He was really freaked out last time, when your phone was out of service in China."

"No. We're staying inside the country, though not the state. Is there any rule against that?"

"Not that I'm aware of." I replied.

"Good.' He said and ushered me out of the car and into the open door of the waiting jet.

We flew over state after state, the scenery from the window of the plane giving me no insight to where we were going.

"Are you thirsty?" he asked as I starred absently out the window at the land below. If he had asked this a few months before, I would've freaked out or pretended to at least. I had noticed that the plane had a bar when we got on, so I wasn't confused either.

"Sure." I replied. "What do you have?"

"Everything." He replied.

"Soda please." I said, and then answered his next question before he could ask it. "Orange if you have it."

"Coming right up." he breathed and gracefully slipped over to the bar. He grabbed a soda out of a small fridge hidden under the bar and walked back over to me and gave it to me. It was really refreshing. I hadn't had anything to eat or drink yet today.

"So how long until we get to our destination?" I asked.

"Ten minutes." He replied, glancing out the window. It was a strange thought, but somehow I knew Edward knew where we were just by glancing out the window.

We landed ten minutes later like Edward had said. We got out of the plane onto the runway area, but were quickly taken inside the airport. I looked around desperately, trying to figure out where we were. I saw a sign hanging form the ceiling; "The Chicago Airport Welcomes You."

"We're in Chicago?" I asked.

"Yes." He replied. He slid his arm around my waist and we headed for an exit.

"Why are we here?" I had never been to Chicago because it was too far north for my mom. She said it was too cold, even in the summer!

"I told you, it's a surprise!" he replied and led out the door of the airport. People were staring at us because of the speed we had come out of the building in, but I didn't care. It's not like they were staring at the pearly white skin of a vampire.

Edward hailed a cab and we got in. He told the cab driver the address of an unknown place-to me anyway- and we were off.

"That's a long trip." The driver said as he pulled away. "You sure you can pay for it?"

"You will get your pay, don't worry." Edward assured and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. He pulled a wad of bills out of the pocket in the wallet and handed them over the seat to the driver.

"Is that enough?" he asked.

"Yeah." The driver replied, glancing in the review mirror. I imagined that the driver was wondering if we wanted our change back.

"If you take us there quickly, you can keep the change." Edward prompted.

"Of course!" the driver bellowed and stepped on the gas. I didn't feel safe with this guy going this speed, but I had to trust him and Edward!

We drove until the driver had to stop for gas. Edward and I passed the time by cuddling in the back seat, sleeping, and, as corny as it sounds, we played eye spy and other long car ride games. He let me win.

When we finally got going again, I was only about an hour before the driver said we were close. He pulled onto what appeared to be a gravel driveway. It was more of a road though because it was at least two miles before we arrived in a clearing. There was a large house bigger than the one the Cullens lived n now. It was all white with a wrap around porch that had an old swing on it. There were windows covering eighty percent of the front of the house and no doubt more as it went back. Vines grew up the side of the building, all the way to the top of the red brick chimney.

"It's beautiful." I whispered, knowing Edward would hear me anyway. The house must have been at least 100 years old, if not older, yet it looked as if it was fully occupied and kept up looking perfect.

"Thank you." Edward said to the driver and led me out of the door of the cab. The door closed behind me and the cab drove away.

"What is it?" I asked as we moved closer to the front door.

"It's a house Bella." Edward said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. And it was!

"I can see that." I retorted. "I mean why are we here? What does it have to do with us?"

"This was my house." Edward said. "From when I was human. I thought we could live here when we get older. That is, if we are still together."

"How could you say such a thing?" I demanded. He looked worried for a second. "We will always be together." He relaxed.

"Then let's go inside." He said. We got to the door and he pulled a key out of his pocket. It fit the motif of the house; ancient looking, yet in perfect condition. He slid it in the keyhole and turned; the door slowly slid open, just like in a horror movie.

"Ladies first." He said, allowing me to enter before him.

"Thank you." I said and blissfully walked in. Inside, it made me feel like I was in the early 1900's, back in Edward's time. I could almost see apparitions of the people that used to live here; sunshine flooding in through the large windows, maids rushing up and down the stairs to complete their chores, a beautiful couple standing in the doorway of the kitchen, their small child clinging to their legs.

"It's even more beautiful inside than outside." I said, starring in amazement at the large, crystal chandelier hanging above us from the ceiling. The ceiling must have been twenty feet tall. A staircase curved to the upstairs, then disappeared in two directions by hallways. A door to the kitchen was across from the stairs. There was also one other door that was closed.

"Would you like a tour?" Edward asked.

"Of course." I replied. "I'm going to have to know where everything is if I'm going to be living here."

"Very true." He said and laced his arm in mine. He led me to the staircase. Walking up it made me feel even more like an inhabitant. At the top, there was a small coffee table. On it was an antique jewelry box.

"Was that your mother's?" I asked.

"Yes." He replied and looked down at the floor. "I feel bad because I can't remember her very well. The only memory I have of her is her laying in a hospital bed, dieing."

"That must be horrible." I whispered. I grabbed his face and turned it so he was looking at me. "I can't imagine not having memories of my mother."

"Another reason why you shouldn't become one of us." He said. "Eventually your memories of her and your father would fade."

"Well then, I will enjoy them while I have them." I retorted.

He chuckled. "This was my room," he said, pointing toward a door to our right. It was closed like the rest of the doors down this hallway, but he opened it for me. It was a simple room, with just a single sized bed and a tall dresser, but it was clean of dust like the rest of the house had been so far. "I know it's nothing special, but it used to be." He dropped his head and closed the door. "Let's move on."

We walked a little more, him pointing out what room was behind each door as we went until we got to the end of the hall. It was a dead end with a door against the wall.

"What's in there?" I asked and pointed to the door.

"It's a surprise." He replied. "Would you like to see?"

"Yes." I answered. "I want to see everything in this house."

"Okay." He smiled and opened the door. This room was much different than the others I had seen. It was the biggest and, unlike the others, looked as if it hadn't been touched in a hundred years. There was dust on every surface of the room, including the ceiling, from the looks of it. One of the largest beds I had ever seen sat in the middle of a wall and a closet was across from it on the opposite wall. An old style dress was laid on an armchair, as if it were pulled out for someone to put on and that someone had never made it. Then I wondered who that someone had been. Could it have been his mother?

"This was my parents room." He said. "I hope it will be ours someday."

"I hope this doesn't sound stupid, or overly obvious, but why is every room perfectly clean and this one is all dusty? It looks like no one's been in here for. . .a long time."

"That is the way I wanted it." He answered. "This is the last place my mother was in before they took her to the hospital where she later died. It's just the way she left it. I wanted it preserved as long as possible."

"Who cleaned the other rooms?" I asked.

"There is an old. . .friend that comes and cleans the house every couple weeks. I asked this person to make sure it was nice and clean for when you came."

"What do you mean by old friend?" I asked.

"He means me." The door of the closet flung open and someone came out of it. I recognized the person before I even saw him. William stood in only a few feet away from us, a brawd smile spread across his face.

"Edward!" I gasped. "What does he mean?"

"Didn't your he tell you?" William asked, the smile seeming to grow as he took a step closer to me. "He and I became very good friends during his brief stay with me."

"Is he telling the truth?" I asked Edward desperately. I searched his face for some sign of confusion or fear at the arrival of our enemy, but there was none.

"Yes." He replied.

"Come with me now, Bella." William said. He was now close enough that he stretched out a hand and grabbed my wrist, as if I were going to be able to escape him in the first place.

"Let go!" I shouted, fighting against his grasp all the same. I couldn't just go nice and peacefully. "Edward please! I don't know what he's done to you, but you have to help me! Please!" My pleas were worthless though; he didn't move. Not even his expression changed.

William started to drag me toward the door, me pulling and scratching at his hand, trying desperately to get him to release me. Edward stayed where he was in the room.

"Are you coming?" William asked him.

"Yes." Edward said, finally moving to follow us. We continued out of the room- Edward shutting the door behind us as all three of us left- and down the stairs and out the door to a waiting car, stretch limo to be exact.

The back door to the limo popped open and William thrust me in. Edward got in next to me while the girl from the beach was on my other side. I starred at her and she starred back, indifferent to the new arrivals in the car. William was the last to get in.

Edward and William's eyes met and a silent message was exchanged.

"I'm sorry." Edward whispered to me. He leaned closer and covered my face with a white cloth. I struggled for breath, but it couldn't make it through the hanky.

I passed out, looking at the sadness in Edward's eyes, not believing it was real.