Okay, sorry it took so long. I'm kinda thinking of this on the spot so if I make any mistakes please tell me and I will fix them as soon as possible. Someone commented, mentioning how I will pull off Bella's fake death to Charlie. Actually, I've been thinking about that since I started this story and I have a pretty good idea on how it's going to happen. However, we'll just have to see. 8)

Anyway, this is chapter 2. I'm sorry it's also not as long as I hoped it would be (I swear it looked a lot longer on paper!!). Again, sorry if I take a while to update. I just started my freshman year in High School so it's pretty busy but I will try my best. Please enjoy!!

Disclaimer: I sometimes dream of owning Twilight. Sadly, my dreams don't seem to like me much. Cries

(Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, not me. D: )

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Chapter 2

I slowly drew in a breath, gasping as too many tastes and smells hit me at once. My eyes fluttered open and I looked around, frantically searching for his familiar face. I didn't know what had just happened to me but as my eyes met his, I really couldn't care less. I sighed as his hand caressed my face, agony clear on his.

"Bella," he breathed for the first time in what could have been hours. The smell of his breath hit me like a wrecking ball. I could imagine what he had felt when he had first smelled my blood, only this was better. I knew that I wouldn't, I couldn't, hurt him. He began looking down and shaking his head as if he were arguing with himself. "Bella, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

I gently covered his mouth with my hand as my feeble memories came back to me. "Shh, don't be. It's not your fault. I cam here on my own-" he stopped me abruptly, anger now evident in his perfect features. I stared into his eyes becoming engrossed in the honey color of them. I couldn't tell if he was angry with me or himself but he shook me, breaking me from my trance. "Bella, please! I shouldn't have left you alone in the first place. I should've found you earlier. I- I should've seen it..."his voice grew dark and distant.

My eyes grew wide as I took in everything he said. The memories flooded back now, James' piercing eyes, running at the airport, my mom. Renee...she was safe. I exhaled. Then, I remembered the pain, the searing flames in my veins. I couldn't believe I had forgotten it even for a moment. Next came shock as the realization hit me, my perfect eyesight, hearing, the way the pain was exactly as Alice had described it what felt like so long ago. I sat up quickly, gasping as the movement was so swift, so natural. "Charlie..." I whispered. "What will we tell him? How long has it been?" the questions shot out and I paused to revel in the bell-like tone to my voice.

"Calm down Bella." It was Jasper's voice this time. I heard his light footsteps which were always too quiet for my human ears before. I could also hear the swish of fabric. Silk? I figured it was Alice, and they both walked slowly, cautiously, into my view. Jasper's calming waves spread through my body and I was instantly relaxed.

"Thanks," I mumbled. Edward interlocked our fingers and squeezed my hand tight. I smiled and leaned my head on his shoulder, looking up at his still-pained expression and my grin turned to a frown instantly. "I think this is better though," I whispered. Edward's eyes grew wide. It was times like this when I wished he could see into my mind too, to understand everything as I did. I was utterly blissful. I couldn't be any happier as my fingers twined together with my angel's. I was his and he was mine, forever.

Jasper simply asked, "Why is that?" with a confused expression on his face, no doubt from my emotion of joy that he was feeling. Alice looked at me curiously and wrapped her arm around Jasper's waist. Jasper must've been mentally conversing with Edward because I saw him grimace from the corner of my eye and I squeezed his hand tighter.

I became aware that Alice, Jasper, and Edward were not my only company. I found it somewhat funny that I could already differentiate between each of their footsteps. Alice had a graceful, lithe step that could make just about any ballerina cry, but Esme's was the quietest. The exact opposite could be said for Emmett. I smiled and wondered how I hadn't been able to hear him before. Carlisle's step was measured, as if he watched while he walked. Jasper's step was somewhat careful and balanced.

Edward had not moved and none of them spoke as I wandered off into my own little world, comparing steps, listening to cars speeding down the highway, a mouse crawling across the wall. It had only taken me a mere second to observe all of this but Emmett was already looking perturbed and impatient. Edward just continued to stare into my eyes, dazzling me.

"Think about it," I said as I lightly stroked the back of Edward's hand with my thumb. As they all still had confused expressions, I decided to elaborate. "Now nobody has to worry about me. I'll never get sick, or grow old," Edward's face saddened at this but he was speculative. I continued, "I can't get hurt, and best of all," I turned to face Edward and whispered for only him to hear, "I'll get to be with you forever."

He seemed pleased by this revelation and leaned in and pressed his lips softly to mine.It felt odd for him to be the same temperature as me but I didn't care. It was like no one else in this world existed. Only him. I leaned in deeper and traced his bottom lip, shivering with pleasure. My fingers automatically wound into his hair and I pulled him closer to me and for once, he didn't hold back.