I am a fast updater.

Wow. I just updated on my other story, Wherever you are, only half an hour ago. Please check it out. I don't think it's as good as this, but its still good.

R&R

"Okay, Jane, see you tomorrow. "

"Yes, Aro, see you tomorrow."

I walked out the door. My brain said that I hated Lucky. But somewhere, deep down, a microscopic part of my heart was saying that I wasn't sure.

EPOV

People pass these days like a dream through my head. I see them, then forget about them.

I used to always look for Bella. Look at everyone and just hope and pray for those beautiful brown eyes.

But now Bella's dead, or least so old I'll never be able to recognize her.

She went to join my family. I hope she had a happy life, without intrusions from monsters like me.

I don't care about anybody anymore. I don't really ever use my power. I mean, what's the point? It's not like I can ever hear the sound of what I want to hear most.

I still can't believe that my family is dead. Jasper, Alice, Carlisle, Esme, Emett—even Rosalie.

I came to Volterra only to kill myself. Who knew that Aro could convince me to stay alive and join them? I guess he knew that I wouldn't put up much resistence. I was in a trance when my family died, so I agreed, and now I still am.

Aro was nice enough, but God knows he only wants me to use me. But use me all he wants! It's like I care anymore.

I sighed and walked into the piano room, always the product of what happened whenever I thought of Bella.

I sat down and played her lullaby.

When I had written it, she was still here with me. It used to be happy, sweet, and gentle.

Now there was only sadness, though none of the beauty of the song had faded.

I smiled sadly and closed my eyes, swaying to the music, remembering. My hood gently fel down.

And that's when the moment shattered.

I heard a screeching noise from behind me. There was only an air vent behind me. Unless something was behind that!

I turned around and jumped up, prepared for anything.

Except what happened.

The air vent was ripped away and thrown aside.

I girl with blonde hair and red eyes emerged, charging full speed at me.

Oh, no, not another admirer, I thought.

But her hair was slowly turning brown, and her face was changing. She hit me full forcr, causing me to stagger back a little.

And then her scent hit me.

Oh, my gosh. It couldn't be. I must be hallucinating.

But it was. It was my Bella.

All of her, in my arms. \

She was hugging me tightly, enescapably.

She was exactly the same as when I left her a hundred years ago.

The same as the Bella I had always loved.

But she was cold, not warm. And her eyes were golden.

But she was Bella.

I'm going slow with the Edward meet Bella again, but I just love this moment too much.