Chapter 15

Bella's POV

"Edward, please talk to me," I begged.

I placed my hands on either side of his face. He closed his eyes tightly, pained almost. He sighed.

"Read my mind again and I'll show you," he whispered.

My face tightened. I concentrated as hard as I could. The last time I read Edward's mind my shield did it involuntary. I didn't know how much strength and concentration it would take me to force it to work.

I pushed and I pushed. This time my shield didn't cover his whole body. It went straight to his head, contracting as uneasy as last time.

As he opened his eyes I finally heard the faint murmur of Edward's thoughts. Suddenly they became stronger and clearer and I understood exactly what he was thinking.

"Nod if you can hear me," he thought. I complied.

"Ok, I'll show you," he thought quickly as he stared intently at me waiting to judge my reaction to whatever he wanted to show me.

I gasped.

His memories started flashing before me. They were unclear, obviously human memories. He kept repeating the same three images. One of a house, another of a man and another of a woman.

A gasped when I realised who the woman was. She had the same bronze hair colour as Edward.

Stunned, I lost concentration and my shield sprung back. I groaned. I wanted to see more. The little I'd seen of Edward's mind was indescribable. Those beautiful memories. Now I could understand why Edward always wanted to read my mind so badly. There really is nothing else like it.

"Edward… I-" I whispered before he interrupted me gently but with obvious pain in this voice.

"Bella please, I need you to understand. Unlike you I can't remember much from my human life. Only little flashes of unclear memories like the ones I've just showed you. When I was first changed I blocked out all my memories. It pained me too much to think about my own past. But in the process I forgot nearly everything. I never realised until now how important those forgotten memories really were. I've been given a second chance here Bella and I'd like to take it. Just to see their faces one last time. To be able to have a clear memory of them. Would you not want the same if you had one last chance to see Charlie or Renée?" he confessed, opening completely up to me.

"But Edward, this is different. We're not in our time anymore. What about those paradox things the Doctor was on about?" I responded. Edward sighed and took my hands from is face, taking them in his and squeezing them to his chest.

"I know… I know… it's just…" he paused. "I won't interfere or anything. Just look on from the sidelines. Just enough to see their faces for one last time. Bella, please," he begged.

As soon as he stopped talking I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight. "Edward, I'm not stopping you from seeing your parents. I understand completely. I would do anything for mine. I just want you to realise how dangerous this could be."

"I know," he repeated. "And thank you."

He smiled as he answered my hug by wrapping his arms around me.

There was so much I would do for Edward to make him happy. I really would do anything but I knew this was the one thing I couldn't give him. I couldn't stop him from seeing them, I would be a monster if I tried.

"Edward go," I said, pulling from our embrace.

"I want you to come with me. Like I promised, I'm not letting go of you," he said as he intertwined our fingers. "We just have to be careful and not let ourselves been seen. Nothing will go wrong," he said as if trying to convince.

"Ok, lets go," I nodded in response. I smiled without showing any of my teeth to show my support. I could tell he acknowledged and appreciated it as he swerved round as fast a he could. We started to run, hand in hand though I stayed a step behind him, following.

We were running for over five minutes, through countless alleyways. We ran out to a main road when suddenly he stopped.

In front of us was a three story town house. It was quaint, with flower baskets on the upper windowsills. Edward stiffened, his entire body froze. He took a deep breath before squeezing my hand and breathing out heavily. "I think we are here," he whispered.

"It will be ok," I reassured him. He took a step forward. There were no lights on in the house. But I could hear the relaxed heartbeats of its inhabitants. Three to be exact. Hearing them made me nervous for myself and Edward. I could not believe we were about to do this.

"It's late, they must be asleep," I stated.

"Hmmm," was all he could respond with.

He dropped my hand and walked over to the larger window on the ground floor. He effortlessly opened it, slowly using his strength to break the weak, dated latches. He signalled for me to follow him. He lifted one leg over the windowsill as I stepped towards him. He grabbed my hand pulling me in after him.

"This is trespassing," I whispered quietly.

"Technically, it's my house," he responded lightly. He sighed as he took in our surroundings.

It was a living room, decent size. An upright piano stood in the opposite end of the room. With a fireplace to our side, still with a few dying embers.

I followed as he lead the way out the living room door into a hallway. Everything was clean and old fashioned, no wide screen TV or even a telephone. Not that I was expecting any, as that would be silly it being 1917 and all but I'm just amazed at how different a life it must have been for Edward back then… I mean now… God! This is getting confusing!

We walked slowly down the hallway until we came to a stairs. He took the first step.

"Where are-" I whispered but before I could finish my sentence he interrupted me.

"Shush!" he hissed. I can't believe he just shushed me! A scowl took over my face. Normally I would give out but not while we were in this situation, so I complied.

Suddenly and surprisingly as I took my first step up the stairs Edward picked me up and cradled me in his arms like he would when I was human.

He ran as fast as ever as I succumbed to my own bewilderment. We hid in a doorway to a kitchen. He put me down but he rested his right arm around my waist. He closed to door in front of us but he left it ajar.

Quickly I realised what was going on. I heard I door creak open upstairs and someone mumble a few words. Then whoever it was slowly made their way down the stairs.

Edward leaned forward and I followed. We stared out the crack he left in the doorway. We both stayed very quiet.

I could smell a human come closer. Then a tall man walked by the door, entering the living room across the hallway. His back was turned to us as he scratched the back of his head in an act of confusion as he noticed the window Edward and I had left open. He walked over and pushed down the window. As he closed it he noticed the broken latches.

Suddenly I heard the door creak upstairs again and another human began to descend the stairs, this time at a much quicker pace. The human passed our door and entered the living room.

It was a woman and she had Edward's messy bronze hair. It was undoubtedly his mother, Elizabeth, and the man must be his father, Edward Senior. His mother had her back to us as well so neither of us saw their faces. I looked up to Edward and his face was emotionless but his eyes were wide.

She stepped forward and placed her hand on Edward Seniors shoulder. "Are you alright love? It wasn't a thief was it?" she asked her husband.

So that's where Edward got 'love' from. None of the rest of my family used it and I don't remember anyone from my human life use that term of affection either. I always wondered where he got it from. Well I guess now I know.

"I do not know. Nothing seems to be taken and everything seems to be in the right place," Edward Sr. replied.

Elizabeth sighed "I am going back to bed. We shall deal with this in the morning. I don't want to wake Edward up," she said as she began to turn around.

I gasped.

Edward quickly put is hand over my mouth. I was stunned but regretted making a noise.

Edward's mother was beautiful. I could tell where he got his looks from. She looked a lot like Edward but her face was more circular and obviously more feminine. Her hair hung around her face complimenting her large, stunning, deep, emerald eyes.

They both noticed my gasp and the looked at each other before stepping towards Edward and I. I was mentally kicking myself for being so stupid.

Suddenly they stopped in there tracks as they heard movement upstairs. A door was opened and closed and the whoever it was began to run down the stairs. Then it dawned on me. There was only one person it could be.

Edward looked worried, obviously thinking of what we should do. Then a figure quickly shot past our door.

If I had a beating heart it would have stopped.

I felt like I was hit by a ton of bricks. There was no image violent enough to encapsulate the force of what happened to me in that moment.

A fire exploded in my throat worse then ever before, even worse then the first a few hours of my existence as a vampire.

Copious amounts of venom swelled in my mouth, drenching my killer sharpened teeth. My stomach twisted in hunger and bloodlust.

All I could smell, all my world now centred on was this scent. This heavenly, sweet scent. It was like nothing I ever smelt before.

I had to have it. I never wanted anything as much in my entire existence. In fact I never wanted any humans blood like this before. I was about to destroy my perfect, honoured self-control and I didn't care. I needed and wanted this blood more then anything.

Suddenly with all my animalistic force I lashed from my position tearing the kitchen door from it hinges, throwing it across the room with a loud crash.

I was snarling and growling. A monster. A predator.

I ploughed towards my pray.

The last thing I registered before I succumbed to my barbaric nature was Edward screaming "NO! Bella! Don't!!!"

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Authors note: VERY IMPORTANT!!!

Please I need your help!

Should I go back and do the last few chapters in Edward's POV and then Continue in his or will I just continue the story straight away?????