SO, WE LEFT BELLA WAITING ON A TRANSLATION OF THE WRITING IN HER DREAM JOURNAL,

THE NEWSPAPER ARTICLE ABOUT EDWARD COMING TO CHATTANOOGA, TENNESSEE,

HER BIRTHDAY AND THE FINDING OF THE ...WELL JUST YOU READ AND SEE...LOL!

WILL THERE BE A TRIP? WILL SHE FIND OUT WHAT THE WORDS MEAN IN HER JOURNAL?

SHE STILL HAS TO FIND THE ARTIFACT THAT IS GOING TO CHANGE 'EVERYTHING' FOR

HER AND EDWARD.

SO MUCH GOING ON...AND WHETHER THEY KNOW IT OR NOT...SO LITTLE TIME!

I WANT TO THANK MY FRIEND ARC, WHO GAVE ME SOME MOST VALUED WORDS OF ADVICETOTALLY HELPING ME TO MAKE THIS A WONDERFUL STORY. A FRIEND YOU'RE VERY LUCKY TO FIND ONCE IN A LIFETIME.

I DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO YOU, ARC. THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART.

I OWN NONE OF THE RIGHTS TO ANYTHING TWILIGHT...THIS STILL BELONGS TO STEPHANIE MEYERS. I'M ONLY USING HER CHARACTERS TO FIT MY STORY.

SO, NOW WE ARE SET FOR THE STORY TO CONTINUE.

CHAPTER 4

TRANSLATION, DREAMS, BIRTHDAY SHOPPING, AND FINDING OF THE...

Two Lovers Lost To Time

Forever In A Circle

Seeking Each Other Out

To the Ring that Leads Them

Together

~Jamie Crabtree~

After a quick lunch, and a lot of daydreaming, I realize it is time to return to the lab. Surely they will have everything ready for me to start work. Professor Cullen is waiting for me upon my return with the new artefacts. They have already started to take some samples for carbon dating, and I am left to clean them up and catalogue and take pictures as new features appear. They are truly beautiful!

They seem to be pieces of a wall mural, possibly of a King or Queen and the other carvings seem to be revealing moments of things' that happened in their lives. It is so hard to not get so deeply involved, so personally absorbed into the beauty of these pieces of the past. I'm wondering from what era they are going to be finally dated.

I love my work, and I am hoping it will take me on to other places once I get my doctorate. Hopefully this will be soon as at almost 31 years of age I want to do more extensive research, even across the country. Just a little bit longer...be patient. Then I can go and start to do what I have worked so hard towards.

On top of that, I just reminded myself that tomorrow is my birthday. I hate birthdays.

I look up and had not realize how late it is...time for lunch. I make my way towards the school's cafeteria, and figure I'll give Alice and Rose a call to see how they felt after last night. I grab a salad and a bottle of water, and look for a quiet spot. Finally, a seat opens up near the windows where I can at least enjoy a little sun. Alice and Rose had made a good point last night, that I am spending too much time with my studies and I need to get out more to see what I'm missing, and maybe find someone interesting enough to want to spend some time with.

After enjoying my lunch I figure it's time for what I'm sure is going to be torture. First, I give Rose a calland when she picks up I can tell she is having a wonderful morning.

"Rose's Garage. I hope this is an emergency as I don't have the time for idle chat," Rose growls down the line.

"What, not even for your BFF Bella?" I reply.

"Oh, hey girl! So, how did your morning turn out, cause mine was mortal hell. I thought my head was going to explode from the pain. I have got to give up the tequila. Well, maybe let up a little," she laughs back at me.

"Well, you certainly didn't sound like it when you answered the phone," I chuckle.

Rose replied, "I can't find the ringtone for this damn thing. It sounds like a siren going off. So what you got going on this morning, as if I didn't know. Got your head buried under some old pieces of rock, or something."

I feel a little bit angry at Rose's words and get that they don't understand how important my work is, so I reply curtly, "I'm working...maybe not on something as interesting as a 'Humvee', which brings me to the matter of this guy. Has he been by, or called?"

Rose answers a little hurt, "Yes, he has called just to check in and see how things' were going on the repairs. Then, he asked me out to lunch, yeah!"

So I play along and inquire, "So, what did you say?"

"Well, I said YES! What in the world makes you think I would have answered differently? Oh Bella, I really feel something could come out of this with Emmett. But, I'm just going to follow his cues, and if it takes too long I'm jumping his ass."

I can't help but laugh out loud at her...she runs around with sex on her brain as much as Alice. I just tell her to take it slow, and let me know how things' go. I say my goodbyes and hang up and figure I'll wait a while before I call Alice. One overly excited female friend is all I can handle right now.

So, I head off back to the lab for another four more hours, and then I can finally go home and only hope to get some more rest after the previous night I had. I feel totally drained.

After reaching the lab, I work on the artefacts for a couple more hours when I receive a message from Professor Cullen that Professor Volturi called and wanted to see me as soon as possible. I wrap the artifacts taking care of their delicate condition and take them back in to the storage vault informing on my way out to my Professor that I am going to see Professor Volturi.

"Bella, I have asked you numerous times to call me, Carlisle. It certainly would cut down on things' seeming so formal around here, and besides we work together practically every day. You don't mind, do you?" he asked and smiled warmly.

It seemed like a reasonable question and one I didn't feel uncomfortable answering, so I replied.

"No, calling you Carlisle seems very reasonable."

"Good then. I'll see you tomorrow, Bella," he grinned and returned to his work.

So, I make a mad dash and run to the other side of the school and upon entering Professor Volturi's office, I'm not sure which one of us is more excited.

"Professor, have you been able to decipher any of the language?' I eagerly inquire.

"I have only been able to make out a couple of words and believe me; I have been working on this since you left earlier today. This has truly got me fascinated," he states. "What is so fascinating, or better yet, why is it so hard to translate? It doesn't seem to be but an older version of Latin, possibly used around 500 A.D..."

At this point he becomes overly excited and replies, "It is older than that, possibly by 200 to 300 years less, and it also contains some forms of Aramaic. This was used by Christ, and his followers. It was also the general language of the people during this time."

I stand there in a state of shock, just frozen with this revelation turning over in my mind. He said that by studying some of the other writing samples from my journal that it was written by me. But, I have never studied Latin, and certainly not Aramaic? I am not a religious fanatic. Am I?

So I continue to ask him, "What words have you been able to translate?"

He pulls out the copies he had made of my dream journal and proceeds to show me what he has been able to figure out.

"First off, please call me Alex, cause I feel you and I are going to be spending a lot of time on this," he says.

"Sure and just call me Bella, please," I reply awkwardly.

He proceeds to show me the three words he has been able to decipher. They are...with...will...you.

"With, will, you...after spending all this time studying this writing and this is all you have been able to come up with?" I ask.

"Bella, I am fairly fluent in Latin, even dating back into the late hundreds A.D., but with your permission I would like to take this to another colleague of mine that is even familiar with Aramaic, and Latin dating back to around 200 B.C.," he asks.

I'm not sure what to say other than to tell him to go ahead and seek out any help he needs to get it translated. I've got to know what it means, and I feel an urgency building inside me that I find out as soon as possible. It's as if I 'feel' it is all linked to parts of my dreams, and I sense a kind of panic that things' are not becoming more apparent fast enough.

After advising Alex, Professor Volturi, to go ahead and see if his colleague can help him to translate other words I told him to please give me a call as soon as they learn anything else. Also, if he has to even go further than this other man, then by all means please do. I also give him my dream journal to see if anything I might have written from my previous dreams could possibly help. I assure him that I have plenty more where these came from, and I even have eight more filled up with details of the dreams I started having around the year 2004. I shared with him this had been going on for this long and they were only becoming more in detail. That the dreams were intensifying in detail and frequency. This really peeked his interest and mentioned he may ask me for them at a later date. I assured him that if and when he felt they might be necessary that they would be at his full disposal.

So, with that I made my excuses and left the campus headed home. This experience is truly draining me, and all I could think about was getting home and crawling into bed. I was so tired that I didn't even stop to grab anything to eat. I just wanted to get home...fall into bed and pray to God that anyone could help me.

Once I got home, I dropped my satchel on the couch, walked into the bedroom, undressed, and grabbed my sweats and t-shirt I had worn last night. I slouched into the kitchen to get a bottle of water and see if there was anything to grab to eat. Damn, I had not been to the grocery store in a while from the looks of it. Oh well...I guess I could order in Chinese or a pizza, but I just don't feel I can stay awake long enough for it to get here.

So, with that thought in my head I walk into my bedroom pulling down the covers, set my alarm, crawl under the covers and can just barely remember getting settled in. The warmth of the bed, and the peace and quiet surrounding me I quickly succumb to sleep.

I see the headlights of our car racing ahead of us as we are speeding down the road. The dust and dirt flying around, and behind us. There are two men sitting in the back seat, and you can feel the tension filling up the car as if the two men are truly scared. But as I look across at Anthony, my husband, friend, lover, and my whole world, I don't see anything but calm in his expression and his touch as he holds my hand. He holds my hand rubbing soothing circles on the back of it, and giving it a squeeze. Entwining our fingers, he brings my hand to his lips and kisses my wedding ring and then each of my fingers, ending it with a kiss to the inside of my wrist.

Suddenly ahead of us there are blinding lights covering the road and men standing around holding rifles and guns. Anthony just looks at me and smiles, then looks at the two men in the back of the car and tells them to hold on tight...that they are going through the road-block. The men outside try to move some of the cars out of the way, but Anthony still hits a few of them spinning the car out of control. You can hear gun shots ringing out all around us, and the last thing I remember is reaching for Anthony's hand, and then...blackness.

Across the country, in some part of California, in a lone hotel is a man sitting straight up in his bed with a scream coming from his lips, sweat pouring off his body, and his eyes wide open with horror and sadness. The sheets are twisted up and damp from his sweat, as are his t-shirt and lounging pants. He is breathing in great gulps of air, shaking from fear, and not the coldness from all the sweat. A silent sob escapes his lips, and tears run down his face as he tries so hard to remember the remnants of his dream.

He remembers a beautiful woman sitting next to him in a car, the sounds of gun shots ringing in the air, the crashing of the car, and pain. He remembers looking across to the woman, his wife from looking at the wedding rings on her hand, and noticing the blood covering the front of her dress. She had been shot through the heart. So much pain running through his body as he looks down and can see the engine has come in and is crushing his chest. So much blood, so much pain, and the feeling he's not going to make it out of there alive. So, with his final bit of strength he reaches across the car seat, taking his wife's hand and telling her, "I love you...always." Then nothing but...blackness.

His security runs into the room, checking out every part of the suite finding nothing, and return to him asking him if he is alright. He tells them he is alright and to go on back to bed, that he only had a bad dream.

Edward awakens from a dream about a beautiful woman, his wife, and their death. God, what are you doing to me! What is the reason for these dreams? Every night you torture me in my sleep, and there is always the same beautiful woman.

What does all this mean, and who is this woman.

Back across the country, Bella also wakes up at the same time with a scream escaping her lips, tears running down her face, covered in sweat, and shaking. Not sure if it is from the fright of what she just dreamed, or from the sweat drenched clothes and sheets she is covered in. My God, the gun shots, the speeding car, my husband, Anthony, my wedding rings, and the two men in the back screaming. After looking around at all the damage, and turning and looking at Anthony, I smile.

Anthony is so beautiful, his sculptured chin, his beautiful lips, his nose I love to get Eskimo kisses from, that mop of copper colored hair, but most of all...those beautiful pools of the greenest eyes, always able to look into my muddy brown eyes, and him saying he can see all the love I have for him, right down into my very soul. I am his...for always. Then just the slightest bit of pain and then...blackness.

What in the world. The dreams just seem to be getting more real, as if that woman was me. But, what if...what if it was me!

Maybe from a different life time, but I don't believe in all that. But, what if it were possible, I mean past lives, being reborn, starting all over again in another life. Maybe I could check it out online. Maybe I could check on it at the university. Maybe there is a chance...

They both realize there is no sense in trying to go back to sleep until they both calm down. Bella grabs her dream journal, heads for the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water, and sitting down at her table she starts writing every detail of the dream she just had.

Edward grabs a bottle of Peroni beer and sits down on the couch, not believing what he just saw in his dream. This has been going on since I was...eighteen? Damn, six years of these dreams and they are just getting more detailed, and there is always the same beautiful woman. What is it about her that I'm always left with a lingering feeling of love, and sadness? Sometimes as if my very heart has been pulled from my chest, and nothing is left but the shell of a man. Why do I feel so empty, like she is such a vital part of me, and I've got to find her. What can I do?

I know what I can do, at least maybe to the point I have a picture of her. I will find one of the sketch artists from the studio tomorrow, and see if they can help me come up with at least some kind of an idea of what she looks like. I've seen her so much in my dreams, and they are becoming so much clearer, I can almost see her face. 'll just have to get to the studio a little earlier, and see if I can find someone, or I'll just get my assistant to find someone for me. At least it's a start, but I'm not going to make it in early if I don't go on back to bed and try to get some more sleep. Damn, what a night, just like every other. If there is any possibility that this woman exist now, I am going to find her, one way or the other.

I've sat here for almost an hour writing non-stop everything I can remember about that dream. It scared the hell out of me. To feel so out of my mind, and ending up not even knowing what happen to the man...my husband. I feel so helpless, so lost, and all these dreams are doing is just making it much, much worse. All the love I have experienced with the different couples in all my dreams, they have so much love for each other, as if it were never-ending...even in death.

Oh, to find someone to love me even half that much. Who am I kidding! I stay buried in a lab, up to my elbows in what...the past? Not likely to be a loving future for me if I don't get out and learn to just live. Maybe, tomorrow being my birthday I'll call Rose and Alice and see if they feel like just spending the day with me. I've wanted to go to this open market where they are supposed to be selling anything and everything. I had not planned on doing anything for my birthday, but I just 'feel' like getting out and living.

But, right now I need to go to bed and try to call my professor and tell him...tell him what? That today is my birthday and a couple of my friends' have decided to kidnap me for a day of shopping and fun. Sounds good to me. Around eight o'clock in the morning I'm woken by a lot of loud banging on my front door. I stumble into my living room, checking first to see who it is, and all I can see are a bunch of balloons. I hear someone giggling and I proceed to unlock the door, and as I start to open it there is a big rush of balloons and two crazy women rush into my living room hollering,

"Happy Birthday!" But of course, who else would it be but Rose and Alice, the two craziest friends a girl could ever have."How did..." I start to say.

"Well, you really didn't think we'd forget today was your birthday, did you!" says Rose. Alice jumps in saying, " Bella, we are here as two concerned friends to make damn sure you have a fun filled day doing anything your little heart desires."

"Well, first off I need to call my professor and tell him I'm not coming in today," I say. "I've already got that covered," Rose replies smirking.

"Well, there is this open market I've been wanting to go too. They have everything you could possibly think of for sale, and lots of places we could stop to eat,". Alice looks up, "Well, what are we waiting on? Let's get this act in gear. Bella, you go get a quick shower, and try to put on something that looks...happy, cheerful, and with a touch of sexy. I'll make us some coffee while Rose is making her call. So, what's the problem? Get your butt in gear. Let's get this party on the road."

If I didn't know better I'd have to say Alice has already been hitting the caffeine...wide open.

So, off I go to get me a shower, and per Alice's directions, look for something she would find suitable. After the three of us having our coffee and making plans for the day, we all go downstairs and hop into Rose's car. Our next stop is the open market.

Across the country in California at the hotel, Edward decides to get up instead of just lying in bed. I've not been able to sleep since I had that dream. No sense in just laying there tossing and turning. I can get up and get started at the studio at finding a sketch artist. I want a picture of this woman before I call it a day. Something I can see right before my eyes' instead of just in my dreams.

I shower, and not knowing what they have planned for me today, I just throw on a pair of jeans,a black t-shirt, and my shoes. I call Daniel and Jacob, my security, and tell them I am ready to go to the studio. I've got a lot to do today and I think they are going to try to throw a new script at me. I so want a break from this all, if nothing more than a couple of weeks at my parents' home in Forks, Washington. I certainly wouldn't be that far away that they couldn't get in touch with me if necessary. I am definitely talking to my agent about it today, or I'm just fixing to walk out and take it. But first things' first, I have to find me someone that can draw me a picture of this woman that occupies my mind..awake and in my dreams.

Well, we finally arrive at the market, and I am definitely getting excited as the day progresses. There seems to be every kind of market stall selling everything you could imagine. It is going to be a good day, a good birthday, thanks to my bestest friends. Once we get parked, we're on our way down the main aisle. There are shops with beautiful clothing, which I know Alice is going to want to go to, so that is our first stop.

She buys me a very beautiful blue peasant blouse with tiny beading along the neckline, a shawl that is embroidered with all kinds of flowers, and a skirt that looks like it is made of just different patches of material and all kinds of patterns, and sweeps the ground. It has the touch of blue to match the top she also bought me. Then she finds me a pair of 'egyptian sandals' that looks like nothing but the sole to a shoe adorned with leather straps that wrap around the leg. She won't take no for an answer, and declares it all my present from her, and who can say no to Alice when she lays those sad looking doe eyes' on you. I smiled cause I really like it all, and I reach over giving her a big hug, a kiss, and a thank you. We are both almost in tears as it is the first birthday I've just let them have their way with me, and I'm really having a good time.

We're walking from one shop to the next, looking at all the different things' on display. Alice and I talking about my wearing the outfit she just bought me, and the three of us going out one night this coming weekend. Rose, in the meantime has run ahead to a vendor selling jewelry,declaring she wants to pick me out some earrings and some bracelets to go with the outfit. We start going through all the earrings and she finds a pair with just a slight dangling of pastel colored stones. They are definitely beautiful, but when I look at the price I tell her that it is to much to spend on just a pair of earrings. She just rolls her eyes and still tells the sales lady to hold on to them, and starts looking at some bracelets.

I begin to wander away but something is pulling me to the back of the store. A very strong wave of emotions comes over me as I glance in a display case of what looks to be very old antique jewelry. My eyes roam over the pieces, and I just know there is something there that wants me to find it. Wants me to take possession of it, and never let it go. Finally my eyes' come to rest upon a beautiful gold band with beautiful etching on it. It's almost half an inch wide, and I ask the lady to let me see it. She opens the case, taking the ring out and laying it in my hand. A chill runs' through me, and it's as if I can feel a slight tingling to my skin, running up my arm with such warmth and an overwhelming feeling of love...flowing straight to my heart. I slide it on my finger, and it's as if it is saying to me...I'm finally home.

At that moment a man's face flashes before my eyes', and he is smiling. I look at him and smile too as one lone tear runs silently down my cheek. I feel such an overwhelming surge of love coming from him, pouring out of him and into me. The feelings are so strong and as I remove the ring from my finger he starts to fade, and then he is gone.

I know I must wait until I am at home before I try to wear it again. But, the feelings keep flowing through me with such force that it almost takes my breath away. The ring truly is home, and maybe with it's help I can find this man that now holds my heart.

Back in California, Edward also has a slight tingling in the palm of his hand, then a feeling of warmth surging up his arm and straight to his heart. The woman's face flashes before his eyes'. She is smiling, and he looks at her and smiles too. I can feel her, and all the love pouring out of her for me and into me. Then she is gone...

I know I must find her, as she holds my heart within her and all the love I could ever give anyone. The feelings are still flowing through me, so warm, and so strong. Something tells me I will spend my whole life looking for her; my one true love.

The lady of the shop looks at me and sees the gleam in my eyes', and it's as if she knows it has found it's way to the one person it truly ever belong too. I purchase the ring, and let Rose get me the earrings and a couple of beautiful silver cuff bracelets. I was getting anxious and ready to go home the minute I had that ring on my hand. I had removed it and put it into my purse. There were too many feelings, and flashes of memories coming at me all at once and I knew I needed to be alone. I would have to wait until I was at home alone before I could put it back on and see what it was trying to show me.

In the meantime, I put on my best fake smile and tried to enjoy the rest of the day with my friends. We got to a few more shops', and finally after what seems like many, many hours we find us a Cantina to settle in for some dinner. Suddenly I come to realize just how much time we have been there today. But, Rose and Alice keep saying it was so worth it because I really seemed to have had a good time, and that was what they wanted for my birthday. I could never ask for better friends. They are practically my sisters...hell, they are my sisters. I will always be there for them, just as I know they would do the same for me. Just as they did today.

They just don't know the importance of what they have done for me today. They helped me find what I believe to be the link to my dreams, to my past, my many past lives, and maybe to the man that now holds my heart.

SO, THERE WE HAVE IT...THE FINDING OF THE ARTIFACT THAT IS DESTINED TO CHANGE THE LIVES OF BOTH EDWARD AND BELLA.

A LOVE THAT HAS PAST THROUGH MANY LIFE TIMES, GROWING IN STRENGTH...NEVER ENDING.

I HOPE YOU HAVE ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER AND IT HAS ANSWERED QUITE A FEW QUESTIONS, BUT REST ASSURED...THERE WILL BE MORE.

ANY QUESTIONS, OR ANY SUGGESTIONS ARE WELCOME. I LOOK FORWARD TO ALL YOUR REVIEWS AND WILL TRY MY BEST TO REPLY TO THEM ALL. THEY ARE REALLY THE HIGHLIGHT TO WRITING EACH AND EVERY CHAPTER.

NOW, GET READY FOR MORE SURPRISES AHEAD. PLEASE STAY WITH ME WHILE I TAKE YOU ON A WONDROUS JOURNEY THROUGH TIME WITH THIS COUPLE.

SEE YOU NEXT TIME. UNTIL THEN, I ONLY ASK ONE THING OF YOU ALL...

BELIEVE !