"Your parents would have been so proud of you Edward." She whispered to the grave.

Wait? A million questions flew through my head. Why was she sitting in front of my son's grave? How did she know him? That puzzled me, my son died over seventy years ago; she looked no older than eighteen did. The cool Chicago air blew our way, blowing the sent of the young girl. She was human but I could smell a vampire on her.

Then she got up leaving a small slip of paper by the grave and walked away.

Elizabeth and Edward Masen,

Your son Edward is still alive. Ironically enough, considering he was born on 1901. He's my fiancé. I wish I could meet you. I would have loved too.

Thank you,

Isabella Marie Sawn Cullen

Was my son alive? My husband read the note repeatedly with a shocked look on his face.

I walked quickly to Old Chicago Cemetery. I was sure Edward's parents were buried here, the receptionists told me many of the dead of the Spanish Flu Epidemic were buried there. She clarified that only the rich had marked graves, the poor had unmarked. Edward told me his parents were affluent, so they should have a marked grave.

An old iron wrought gate alerted me to the presence of the cemetery. The wear and tear of over seventy years showed with rust. I gently pushed the gate open hearing the resounding creaks bounce off the old trees.

I walked swiftly through the graves glancing at every name. Many families were grouped together. They all died in the epidemic together. Every grave death date ranged from March 1917 to January 1919. It was so sad to see that so many people had died because of the flu.

Charlie had a police convention in Chicago that he had to go to. Why he was going was unknown to me. He decided it would be a nice father-daughter trip, which roughly translated into, I'm-not leaving-you-with-Edward-your-fiancé-for-three-days-alone. Therefore, I was stuck I Chicago in a very unhappy mood. Then a flash of an idea came to me while on the plane ride over here.

Edward's parents died here over ninety years ago and ironically, Edward was still alive. The second I got to the hotel I asked the lady at the desk where the very old cemeteries were located. She gave me an odd looked, which I responded I was seeing the grave of a great-great-grandfather. The directions she gave me were easy to follow and soon I was standing at the gate. I pushed through the overgrown weeds looking for the graves of the Masens.

I walked until I came to the graves of the Masen's. I could tell Edward family was well of considering the beautiful and ornate grave stone. It was made of white marble with dark gray veins running through it. It formed beautiful spider like webs. The inscriptions were deep black and carved deeply into the marble. The graves read:

Edward Anthony Masen Senior

A beloved father, son, and husband

1878-1918.

We shall not forget the great epidemic that claimed so many lives.

Elizabeth Anne Masen

A beloved mother of and wife.

1978-1918

A mother who nursed her son even in death.

Edward Anthony Masen Junior

The beloved son of Elizabeth and Edward Masen

1901-1918

One of the thousands who died too young.

Seeing Edward grave almost moved me to tears. Seeing his name on the grave contradicted everything I'd known. The grave was proof that he was supposed to be dead. However, he was alive. It made me think. What if Carlisle hadn't been in Chicago? Edward would have never been changed and I would have never known him or his love. I couldn't think of a world like that.

I traced my hands on the marble. I traced the letters of Edward name, burning it into my memory. The marble was cool under my, which made me laugh. It wasn't cold as Edward's marble skin but the similarities were striking and ironic, so I couldn't help but laugh.

I wrote a letter earlier today, one to Elizabeth and Edward, thanking them for their son. Though they'd never read it, I seemed hopeful that I could get the point across. The chill of the Chicago air sent shivers up my spine. I needed to leave soon or I would be back before dark. When I left the cemetery the street lights were already on. They cast an eerie glow of the streets of Chicago. Charlie was waiting for me when I got back to the hotel. Edward had called. He wasn't too happy either.

"Hey." I greeted when I called Edward back. "I missed you."

"Same here love. What did you do with yourself today?" he asked.

"Just sat around. I went for a walk." I couldn't tell him I visited his grave. Edward would be scared.

"Really?" he questioned as if he knew there was something more. I hope Alice didn't see anything.

"Yeah" I said lying through my teeth hoping he wouldn't hear the lie.

"That's not what Alice said." He clarified. Did Alice see me in the cemetery? If so, did he know that I went to the cemetery?

"Okay then, what did Alice say?" I asked innocently playing dumb. Pretending not to know what I did.

"You didn't go to the cemetery did you?" he said with a slight accusatory tone. He didn't sound worried either.

"Oh" I paused trying to find a way out of it the situation. "I might have. I have a very old relative that used to live here. Therefore, I visited his grave. What's the harm in that?"

"This old relative was born in 1901 and died at seventeen during the Spanish Flu epidemic?" he asked knowing he had me cornered.

"I'm sorry, I was just curious. If I sacred you I'm sorry." I pleaded not knowing what his reaction would be.

"It's okay. I'm not going to bite your head off." He laughed at the statement. "It hits a sore spot. You shouldn't be visiting your boyfriends grave when he's still alive. Actually I was thinking that we could go tomorrow actually, together." He said with a click of him hanging up the phone.

Therefore, he was I Chicago. Charlie wasn't going to be happy about it. He solely took me here to get me away from Edward. Would I see him tonight or tomorrow? I ran to my hotel window to open it for Edward. I wouldn't budge. It was locked so you couldn't jump out and kill yourself. I sat on the bed too excited to go to sleep. I figured if I went to sleep now if would only be a matter of time before I saw Edward. I quickly changed into my nightclothes, said goodnight to Charlie, and got under the covers to wait for Edward. Then my cell phone that Edward gave me rang.

"Nice try Bella. I'll come when I want." Said Edward quickly and then he hung up. I sat up looking for him. I slumped back down on my bed hoping for sleep to overcome me.

When I got up the next morning there was a note on my pillow.

Meet me at three o'clock at the front of the cemetery.

Edward

I smiled folding the note and putting it on my dresser. I put my clothes on for today choosing Edward's favorite shirt and ran to the breakfast room of the hotel where I saw Charlie conversing with one the other policemen of the convention. I could see the back of his head. He had light brown hair, an almost golden brown tone. Charlie caught my eye and motioned me over.

"Bella, This is Mr. Edward. He's one of the guys holding the convention." He said to me. Then he turned to Edward "this is my daughter Isabella or Bella as she likes to be called."

Edward, I laughed at the name, turned to me with his hand held out for me to shake. I noticed four things immediately about Edward's appearance. He was deathly pale something I only saw with the Cullens. He had the same golden eyes. When I shook his hand, it was of course cold. Finally his face, I could see subtle planes that were identical to my Edward. He looked me dead in the eye and took several glances to the ring on my left hand as if he knew it from somewhere.

Sorry not updating guys I suffering form some major writer's block.

Who do yall think Bella just met?