Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series but I do own a sixty four pack of crayons WITH the built in sharpener. You're jealous.

A/N: Hello everyone your questions will be answered here so read this or you will be clueless. Edward's parents are still Carlisle and Esme but he is an only child. The others will show up soon with my own twist. About Edward being able to resist Bella or not, well you'll see. (Very key point thank you for noticing.) I'll stop my rambling now. Enjoy! Oh and remember they knew each other before this, long, long ago.

Things will be a bit more…thought out because of Edward's POV.

Edward:

It was ridiculous if she ever thought I would tell her- I just couldn't- and to even begin with it was almost impossible to even be near her. But I would play along for now, if that's what my long lost friend wanted I would give it to her willingly. Although it wouldn't be the truth it would still please her to some extent.

So I continued putting on my most convincing act.

"I'm not what you could ever think of." I announced hoping to be a decent actor.

What I had said was the complete truth so far, but it was only one sentence- okay so I was dancing on the very thin line of lying but I was still in the safe zone. "Can't you just tell me?" She asked in a very irritated tone-it was adorable.

"No you have to guess." I answered playfully while reaching towards her face and abruptly placing my hand back at my side. She looked extremely cross and I had to laugh, obviously increasing her over-the-top temper but I wasn't one to talk. I slowed my breath keeping up the charade, while looking at her with waiting eyes letting her know that I was serious about her guessing.

"Are you Superman?" She asked with an overly sarcastic tone. "If you become violent I have some kryptonite in my closet…" She trailed off a small smile playing at her lips.

Huh, violent, I could be more than that if I was being honest. But I wouldn't, not in front of her. "That wont be necessary. "I don't quite think I'm as heroic as Superman." "And if I were him than I have failed many people." I finally spoke up, and of course, her smile was contagious and I had caught the very pleasurable disease.

"So no fictional characters?" She asked keeping her wide grin, and scooting a bit closer to me. I didn't think she even realized that she did it; I think I just seem to have that affect on people.

"Unfortunately no, but you're heading in the right direction." I edged her on- gave her the bait in a sense of speaking. "I'm in your nightmares." I joked and let out a few chuckles.

"Oh great so you're the giant man eating sock puppet." She announced and regretted it the moment she said it, obviously embarrassed. Her blush was very lovely. So I tried my best to suppress my laughter; I mean she was half right in a way. I didn't kill humans but I was capable. Very capable.

"I think I'll rephrase what I said, in any normal person's dreams."

She made a face that looked like it belonged to a five year old girl that had lost her cookie. Finished with the game she let out an exasperated sigh. "I want to know." She murmured. Before she could say any more I lifted her into the air effortlessly and layed her gently on her bed placing the familiar looking quilt on top of her.

"Sleep." I whispered. She tossed -without protesting-to get comfortable -I had noticed while talking to her that she was exhausted- and for some odd reason I flinched away from her-like I was afraid, of her.

Well, not afraid but some strange emotion emanated from a place that I hadn't noticed. Impossible. I also hadn't realized that as soon as I was away from the house that I could finally breathe.

It felt as if I had been lifted from a pool of water and finally tasting air again. A sweet taste indeed, but the thrill of the experience vanished. Like the adrenaline rushing through your body during your last few moments of life. It was a bit different for me, but a good metaphor at best.

Had I been suffocating myself for that long without notice? One last thing-maybe the most important- that hit me. My nose burned with a strange sensation.

It was simply sweet and mouthwatering. Those adjectives couldn't describe the feeling; they just didn't do it justice. And a loud voice started to scream menacingly inside me- a voice that I hoped would have been blocked out in the small amount of time I'd had to silence it. But it was viciously clawing at me.

How could I have missed it? Had I deluded myself so much in her presence that I didn't realize what had been second nature to me? What explanation did I have? There wasn't one. Yet. But I wasn't going to just dismiss what had just happened, it was suspicious in a way.

So I would go back tomorrow and spend more time with my old, perceptive friend. I'm beginning to think every second that I'm here that coming was a mistake. But when I'm near her there's, nothing.

Well, nothing until about three minutes later when it kicks in and makes me want to go straight up to that room and silence her even breaths forever.

But that's too cruel, for anyone. Too terrible, trying to blame someone for your own weaknesses. Even I sometimes wish that things were the way they used to be. A careless childhood with the best friend possible, that's what it was. What about now?

I doubt things could ever be the same, and her thoughts were so hurt…no wait. I couldn't hear her, nothing so another thing that I had missed. A very important thing for that matter.

I grew angry with frustration then, always hating mystery books when I was little and would often read the last page before the first. This was a mystery a very large one, and it was reality no little book. I would discover the truth though, even though I might make a pathetic detective.

I never went back to the house that had been vacant for soon long, I just paced back and forth in the Swan property until it was a reasonable time to "come over", a bit too late for that.

It still was too early but I was growing anxious. As I reached the door to knock a slight figure stepped out unknowingly. "Oh." She exclaimed while bumping into me, a small smirk played across my face then.

"What?" She asked, already annoyed. Same old same old. It was…refreshing. To not here the same voices over and over again for so long, but this was…different. There was nothing, silence. I mean of course her lips were moving, but nothing anywhere else.

Could she really be absent of any thoughts? No, I don't think someone with so much…intuition could be thoughtless. I tried to dismiss it, but it made my extremely cross. I inhaled deeply-startling her- there was something this time. A very threatening something indeed.

I froze, stiffened into place, and became a statue at best. I took in a ridged breath of air and held it, I wasn't going to take the chance of breathing now, and it was too risky. Risking someone's life was the greatest risk of all, well for her kind anyway.

I took five deliberate steps back realizing the close proximity we had been in before. How pathetic, I couldn't even touch her without being stabbed at by a painfully familiar voice that begged to have her. Bella, my dear friend. Pathetic indeed.

She looked up at me then waiting for an explanation for my more than strange behavior. She stepped towards me with a concerned expression on her face, making me stumble backwards.

I decided to walk into the house before I looked like a complete fool, which I hoped I hadn't yet. I caught another expression on her face: she looked dumbfounded and slowly followed me in, dragging her feet on the carpet. Like a student disappointed by getting a terrible grade.

"Get enough sleep?" I asked casually like that small scene on the porch didn't happen. "Not exactly." She answered wryly. "What kept you up?" I could feel a grin creeping onto my face. "Thinking what the hell you are." She paused. "Or what you're keeping." Great she wasn't going to let this go.

What would really happen if I told her anyways? Would she believe me and run away? That would probably be best. Would she think I was mental and dismiss the truth right in front of her? Not as good as the first but still an acceptable alternative. Or last, would she accept what I am and be okay with it? The most unlikely and dangerous. Purposely putting herself in danger knowing about everything, but that one was the one I wanted most. I was selfish.

I looked down, I hadn't noticed that she had slowly inched towards me, a normal distance for her but too painfully close for me. I decided to walk as I said my next sentence hoping to get farther away, for her sake.

"For every question you asked, I get to ask two." I spoke up in a smug tone while keeping up my slow, unnoticeable steps.

"Fine." She muttered, defeated, but still getting what she wanted. Or so she thought. I still ignored the screeching voice blaze under my skin and continued with the conversation. But the will to hear her, truly hear her was overbearingly strong.

"You first." I said in a coherent voice while trying to compose my face. Without being able to read her I already knew she would start with an easy question and work her way up, and I would endure every small, meaningless question until I couldn't answer the others.

"Okay, why did you come back after so long?" "Are you here to stay?" She asked in a strangely urgent voice while inching closer to me. I thought to myself that she probably did not even realize that she was doing this so I began my slow pacing again holding my breath while doing so.

But I had to take in even the smallest of breaths to answer her. It struck me yet again, the simply mouthwatering aroma. It was still extremely hard to resist any normal human, but this was ridiculously impossible.

I tried to shake of my tightened features and speak up. "That's two questions." I answered while letting a small smile reach my face. She let out an exasperated huff-still like a small child-but it was quite adorable.

"The first question." She muttered under her breath. I had a small picture play in my head of her crossing her arms over her chest and stomping off, but that would be a bit over the top.

"I came back to see a dear old friend that I missed very much; is that so wrong?" I caught a confused expression on her face as those words left my lips but it was that of a somewhat happy confusion to say the least.

I thought about my question carefully and finally picked one.

"What are you most afraid of?" I asked trying to keep a composed expression.

"Nothing unparticular." She answered a bit taken back by my off topic-if there was a topic to begin with- question.

Our questions continued back and forth, and on more than one occasion I got to see her turn a lovely shade of scarlet and stutter on her words. It was also nice to hear her heart literally skip a few beats and also speed up.

It took more than hours for her to finally get to the question that I had been anticipating for so long. I wondered now if that was one I could still get out of. I couldn't afford anyone to know anyways, but maybe it wouldn't matter.

When she finally did ask I muttered a 'next' and told her to continue, but she stuck to it and would not let go of the topic this time. We continued debating for an eternity, but it was nice, refreshing.

I finally decided that she couldn't ask and she couldn't guess she'd have to find out all on her own with proof to back her answer up with. It would be like a ridiculous wild goose chase, and I would be the only audience-in the front row no less.

After I announced this to her she refused, saying all the trouble wasn't worth it. But I had known her too long, and even without being able to read her mind-which annoyed me without end- I knew she was more than interested. And this was the way we used to do things, playing all sorts of games a never giving in.

After grudgingly accepting my proposition the games begun in a matter of words. Never had I thought that she would come anywhere near the truth. But after such an amount of time I had forgotten how perceptive my little Bella could be…

READ THIS OR YOU WILL HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS GOING ON IN FUTURE CHAPTERS, AND YOU WILL ASK UNIMPORTANT QUESTIONS.

Edward has only been a vampire for four years. I made a mistake and Bella is eighteen at the moment. Edward was twelve at her ninth birthday. So his thirst is a definite question that people have been asking about, don't worry all will be explained. Oh and if you want it to stay in Edward's POV tell me, if not just say Bella. Sorry that this chapter wasn't very eventful, but even so I would like to have at least twenty reviews before I start the next one. OH AND READ THIS TOO. I am unfortunately grounded so it might be six days until the next chapter and even more before my other story. Review, it's like Skittles.

It not shorter by the way. Just set different because of Edward's POV.