.A/N: Fast upate! So I had my Computer exam today and let me tell you it was HYSTERICAL lol. No one understood a thing and we all answered the exam by luck loooool. I mean, COME ON! Who like "visual basic"??? lol, I won't babble about that now cuz I know that it's not the computer exam you want to hear about, it's the chappy lol. So if you wanna know what happened just ask lol. Hope you likey!

Ocake! So back to the riddle!!!!!!

Recap:

Yes, I could know exactly what made her happy, and see exactly how happy she would be when I did it. But I could also see exactly how hurt she was. And I was too weak to handle that.

The Parchment

Notice this

And notice that

Once small click

Can mend all cracks

"Hey can I come up?" I heard Damien call from under the tree. I looked down at him and smiled.

"Of course" I whispered and in a quarter of a second he was up sitting beside me.

Bella was sleeping now. Her friends had wished her a good night and departed for their own night sleep. It didn't take her time to play the lullaby on her cell and fall into a deep slumber, allowing me to think peacefully without the distraction of her beauty.

So now I could hear her mind. Now what? Should I block her? To save myself the pain? But……….. I've been always craving this. Now that I have it, would I really block it? I highly doubted that. But the question that ran in my mind was why? Why now? Why not before? What could have caused this odd change? Surely my gift cannot develop. But her mind could…….deteriorate. Was that it? Was her mind deteriorated? That deteriorated? But why? What could have happened to cause that? I sighed. I was going to drive myself insane. Why couldn't I just be happy that I could finally read her mind and get over it??

Where's the paper? I heard Damien think.

"What are you searching for?" I asked trying to distract myself from the maddening unanswered questions. I wondered if I was being inquisitive by asking that but Damien's smile assured me.

"I was just thinking about that stupid riddle. I have it on paper" He said as he searched in his pockets.

"Oh, I was meaning to ask you about that. I got really interested in that riddle. Could you please recite it again?" I could recall it but I wanted to see it through his memory. Maybe the lady that passed it to him had left a clue anywhere.

"I have it here" He said once he found ………a parchment? and got it out of his back pocket, "after she had disappeared I found this parchment in her place on the ground. I picked it up and found that it had the riddle written" he handed it to me.

I took it and opened it slowly, afraid of tearing it apart. It was a yellowish color and it had bits and pieces torn from the edges. The riddle was written in the most elegant handwriting I have ever encountered. So elegant that it had to be a lady's penmanship.

I started reading it again (A/N: sorry guys, I have to write it again. Hope it won't be boring for you)

In the dark you may have walked

In the dark you may have liven

Never seen a bright side

Always in the dark side

Thy was engulfed by evil

Death, and loss

Loss of a family

And death of your own

Drowning in crimson regret

But fear would always dawn

Fear not little pet

What you seek but do not know

Lies ten to south

And six and ten west the crest

A young lady owns what you seek

Hair embraced with brown

And cut too deep

Once you find your unknown desire

You'll combine to be

One so powerful

So exquisite

Yet easily displeased

Trust is the key

Not even a melody

Once you find what you seek

Troubles eased

Solitude concealed

And from all melancholy

You shall be freed"

"Damien" I whispered as I noticed something.

"Yes" he said as he leaned towards me to see what caught my attention in the riddle.

"Did you notice these?" I said as I pointed at some smudges that were on the parchment.

"Yes, I did." He shrugged, "it's old"

He was missing the point, "Yes I know that. But I wasn't referring to all the smudges. Some of them are under certain letters" I said as I pointed at the letters: R, E, F, A, T.

His eyebrows furrowed, "I noticed them before but thought that it might have been a coincidence." He said but now he started thinking about it not being so.

"I don't think it was a coincidence. They are exactly under the letters" I looked at each letter that had a smudge under it. No, certainly not a coincidence. It was too measured to be a coincidence.

He took the parchment from my hand and leaned against the tree more comfortably as he stared at it. "So what are these supposed to mean? Do they stand for something? Or are we supposed to make a word out of them?" he wondered aloud.

I settled back beside him so I could see the parchment in his hand. "hm, go for the easiest I guess. Make a word?" I suggested.

"Rat?" He said at once then added, "fe" laughing, "Rat-fe"

I chuckled, "Re-fat?"

"Feat?"

"Eat?"

"Reat?"

I laughed, "I think we're doing it wrong. I think we should include all the letters"

"But that's even harder" he whined but conceded. "Feart?" he said suddenly as if it was a real word.

I raised an eyebrow, "and that is?"

"Something very smelly" he said wrinkling his nose and nodding.

I couldn't help the hysteric laugh that escaped me, "What you mean ………doesn't contain ……an 'e'" I laughed.

I could see him fighting his own laugh as he tried to glare at me, "I say it has an 'e'. Dare you contradict me?" He said in a very firm voice but I could hear it in his head. He was having hysterics.

"N…No, sir" I said trying to hold my laughter as I held my hands up, a sign of surrender, "I wouldn't dare"

"That's what I thought" He coughed and reassembled his collar.

I was finally able to stop my laughter and concentrate again on the riddle. My mind kept struggling, trying to find a fit word.

Fraet, treaf, reaft, traef,………It was an endless circle of unintelligible words.

"Any luck?" Damien asked.

"Nope" I sighed.

I kept trying again. But no luck. I just couldn't find a sensible word that had all five letters.

"Hey what's that?" I heard Damien say. I turned to see him holding the paper to me and pointing at the very end of the parchment. Something was their. Emblazoned with silver. The moonlight showed it, made it glimmer.

Two letters. L and D. Only those two letters were there. I ran my hand through my hair. Why were things getting more complex rather than just ease into an answer?

"Should we add those on the letters or what?" Damien asked as he scratched the back of his head.

"I know not" I mumbled, "Were those here before?" I wondered.

"No, I just saw them. I think it was because of the moon light"

I tried covering it with my hand. Shielding it away from the moon's beam. Damien was right, once the beam was shield I couldn't see the letters. Like they were never there. I lifted my hand and they appeared again.

"This is ……" I started and trailed off. Caught in the dilemma of finding a word that fit.

"hard?" he suggested. I chuckled at his use of a simple word that certainly didn't fit the complex of the situation.

"yes. Hard. Very hard" I mumbled. I kept staring at the parchment, trying to decipher it's hidden clues. I put my hand on the branch that was beside me and traced mindless circles on it.

Damien's cell rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and answered, "Hello Carlisle" he said cheerfully.

I smiled, it seemed like they were getting along. I liked that. Damien deserved someone like Carlisle. He would make him feel like he hadn't lost his family, just like Carlisle made me feel.

"Hello Damien" His voice was grave, "I talked to Bella's doctor……"

The branch that was in my hand snapped and I paled, "Bella's WHAT?!"

A/N: You probably wanna kill me. :D But I know you love me :p . SO what do you think???

Abby: Yay! Lol. I love it when you can't figure out where I'm taking this. What do you think of this?

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Mai