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One Smart Cookie

I dreamt of Edward Cullen that night.

It was the most bizarre dream I had ever had.

In my dream I had just oddly woken up. I bolted upright in my bed. There was a figure in the corner of my room, the moonlight from my window lighting the person's face. A name popped up in my head and I thought I was crazy when I said the name out loud.

"Edward?" I asked the air, almost in a whisper.

The figures face shifted as did the body. The figure moved toward me, about a step or two. The moonlight made the figure's face even more evident and I realized that my assumption was true. Edward Cullen was standing in my room.

"Why are you awake, Bella?" Edward asked in his velvety voice.

I didn't now what to say to that. I didn't even know why I had awoken.

"I never really sleep well," I answered. Edward stepped closer to the bed and I suddenly became self-conscious.

I was in a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top, but I felt completely exposed.

"Well….that's a shame. Sleep is a very valuable thing. You should cherish it," Edward said and sat down on my bed…..at my feet.

I sat up more, moving my feet away from him.

"Why are you here, Edward?" I asked. I knew he wouldn't answer but it was worth a shot.

"I'm not here, Bella," Edward said. "This is a dream."

"I know," I said. I sighed. Oh course it would be a dream. "But if this is a dream then I can ask you anything I want you'll answer. Right?"

Edward smiled at me. "Its your dream."

"What are you Edward?" I asked and moved toward him. I sat on my knees and starred at him, impatiently.

"What do you think I am?" he said, smiled at me, then placed his hand on mine.

His touch was cold, he didn't hold my hand just laid his hand over mine cautiously.

He leaned his head toward me, almost like he was going to kiss me.

"I have been trying to figure that out. But I can't," I admitted. Edward chuckled lightly.

Then Edward glanced at my clock.

"I think you need to go back to sleep," he advised.

No!" I protested. "I want to know."

Edward chuckled again, then leaned even closer to me.

"If you sleep now I'll tell you one thing that will clue you in on what I am," he said, which was good enough for me.

Edward stood up. He leaned over me, placing a hand on my neck and the other on my back….leaning me back to bed. When I was again in sleeping position he smiled down at me. He leaned in so very, very close that I was sure he was going to kiss me.

"I am very, very different from you, Bella," he started to say. "I'm so very different that when you do figure out what I am, you won't believe yourself. You will call yourself insane for thinking it."

Then he closed the gap between us and kissed my forehead, I wasn't shocked by the gesture but I was shocked to find that his lips were cold also.

"Good night, Isabella," Edward said and started to move away from me.

"Wait," I called after him. "Will you be in my dreams again?"

Edward laughed. "I'll try. Now sleep sweet Isabella."

And then I woke up at four in the morning. The sun not even coming over the clouds yet.

My dream had been so realistic. Half of my brain kept trying to tell me it wasn't a dream. I then decided that half of my brain was insane while the other half was sane.

I showered since it was so early, dried and fixed my hair.

As I was standing in front of my closet and trying to figure out what to wear, insane brain and sane brain still arguing over my dream, when insane brain suggested something that caught my attention.

Edward probably got in threw your window, did you even check it?

Sane brain recoiled. Well….no.

So I forgot about what I was doing and bolted to the window.

Maybe insane brain isn't so insane.

The window wasn't wide open, just a little crack. Open enough that I could tell that it was warm outside.

Had my dream really been a dream? Oh my god I'm going crazy. And Edward Cullen is sneaking into my room. What fun.

I pushed the window the rest of the way down. I had to stop thinking about this.

I walked back to my closet, trying to very hard to focus on my closet and nothing else. I chose the darkest and skinniest jeans I could. Because of the warm weather I wore my blue and black dress tank. Then my black high tops. I even grabbed my sunglasses for the sun. I did my make up, grabbed my shit then booked it out of there. Happy that I was getting away from my room for a few hours.

When I was driving to school my brain tried to start thinking about Edward and my dream but I wouldn't let it. I focused my attention on the sun which was out today, probably the first time it had been out since I had gotten to Forks. As I pulled into the school, way to early, I parked and slid my sunglasses on. There were only a few cars here and there. I looked at my phone and saw it was 6:30.

I got out of my truck, grabbed my bag, and stood against the back. I examined the dent at the end of my truck where….where….well I really don't know.

I didn't know if that was where Tyler's van hit or whether….that was where Edward's back had been.

I ran my fingers over the dented metal, trying my best to remember. But I couldn't. I searched everywhere in my brain but I couldn't draw out the memory.

"Bella!" A voice called me out of my memories.

Angela was walking toward me, book bag and all. I smiled at her. I liked Angela. She was quiet and collected unlike Jessica.

"Hey Angela," I said as she neared closer and came to stand next to me.

"Hey. Um I was wondering….if….you wanted to do like a girls day thing with me and go to the blood drive," she said. I hadn't even thought about.

"I had asked Jessica, but she wasn't really into the whole…." she started to say.

"The whole sticking a needle in her arm?" I asked. Angela smiled at me and nodded. "Sure. It's a girls day."

"Great!" Angela was all smiles. "I'll pick you up Saturday."

Then we stood and talk about upcoming school shit until the bell rang.

English was a blur, so was half the school day.

"So what did Edward Cullen want yesterday?" Jessica asked in Trig.

"I don't know," I lied. "He never really said."

"You looked mad," she tried again to wheel the answer out of me.

"I was mad," I answered, truthfully this time.

"You know, I've never seen him sit with anyone but his family before. That was weird."

"Yeah, it was really weird," I agreed.

She soon dropped the subject when she realized that she wasn't getting anything. And what was there to tell her? That I was going crazy? Yeah, that would be all over Forks High School in a minute.

The rest of the day, excluding lunch, went stupendously.

As I waked into the crowded cafeteria with Mike and Jessica my eyes went straight to his table, like they always did. And I was filled with disappointment when I only saw Rosalie, Alice, and Jasper. Their heads all bent together, talking to one another.

My usual lunch table was full of talk about Mike's beach trip tomorrow. Mike was putting all his faith into the weatherman's hands. I acted enthusiastic for his sake.

Biology was Biology. We started some new unit or something but I lost interest. Gym was the same: we started a new unit, didn't play anything just sat around will the teacher explained meaningless shit.

At dinner Charlie seemed excited for me about my trip to La Push tomorrow. I think he felt bad about all the time we hadn't been spending together. I liked it this way. All the years with Renee and the way she always want to "hang out", this was like a vacation.

When I told him about next week he said that it was good. He said he wanted me to hang out with kids my own age and, in his words, do "teenage stuff". Which was fine with me. He was giddy as he signed the blood drive slip.

I stalled myself as much as I could from going to bed. I watched tv with Charlie a little. I wanted to dream about Edward again, but then I didn't want to go up there because I would confirm my own going crazy. I finally figured I had to go.

I walked slowly up the stairs. When I was in my room I shut the door, making sure it was pushed tight against its shutting mechanism. I stood in the middle of the room, staring down the window. Should I leave it open? Should I put tape on it to know if someone enters?

That's it! Tape!

I hastily dug threw the bottom drawer on the old vanity until I came across a large roll of duck tape. I pulled off a rather large piece, as long as my hand, and ripped it form the roll. I placed the tape at the bottom of the window so if anyone, or anything, got in the tape would successfully break and I would know.

And I would know if my dream was real.

Satisfied with my handy work I dressed in some night clothes and sat on my bed.

I began to think about something that I hated thinking about. I looked at my phone in its charger and got an idea. I got an idea about how I could figure out what Edward Cullen is.

I grabbed my phone, turned it on, and hurriedly touched the internet button. Google popped up onto the small screen. I furiously typed into the search box: Ancestry Search.

I clicked on the first website, which brought me to a whole archive to look threw. It asked for a last name and I typed: Cullen. Then hit enter. It took 3 minutes for the page to load. I know exactly because I counted out loud. When the page had finally loaded there were exactly 10,000 matches to the name I entered. Half of them, I'm sure, were not related to the Cullen's. I skimmed down the list: most of them were birth records from the 1640's and them some were death records from the 1660's. It seemed that all the Cullen searches centered around that time, a few after that but only a few. I didn't know which ones would be right.

Then I can across an old news paper, the first few sentences from the paper read "Doctor Carlisle Cullen disappears…". I clicked on the link and up came an old newspaper clipping. The paper was brownish yellow and old. The clipping was of the story of a doctor who went missing. I zoomed in on the small print and began to read:

Doctor Goes Missing, Police Have no Leads

Wednesday Doctor Carlisle Cullen went missing. The authorities have searched his home and have found nothing. The attendants and nurses at the hospital remember seeing the twenty three year old Doctor Tuesday, and they reported that he seemed fine.

But also, a strange coincidence, Edward Anthony Masen, seventeen, has disappeared as well from the same hospital as Doctor Cullen. The doctors and nurses who attended him Tuesday remember him still in his state from the Influenza. But the next morning on Wednesday his nurse went to his bed to find him not there. The nurses even report that Doctor Cullen was Mr. Masen's doctor.

The police are looking into the disappearances of both of the individuals, but have no leads so far. If you have seen any one of these individuals please contact the police.

And under the writing……were two pictures…..and I felt sick just looking at them. I felt crazy. I felt like I was falling. I felt like someone had hit me with a car. Hell I wished someone would hit me with a car.

The pictures were yellow and tattered, but I could tell who of they were.

The pictures were of……Edward Cullen and his adoptive father…Carlisle Cullen.

Carlisle looked the same as he did now: same super model face. But Edward…..Edward didn't look quite the same. He still looked beautiful, but….the only word I could think of was….that he looked normal.

I had to get my eyes away from those pictures, so I began to scan the small clipping for a date. And yes…..I found a fucking date. Even though I wish I hadn't found that damn date.

The date was in the corner, on the right.

1918. 19-fucking-18.

I threw my phone down on my bed, grabbed my pillow, and screamed into it. I was going crazy. I was seeing things.

But the pictures, was I going crazy? How………

Okay lets just sort this out.

Edward is….still…..17. And Carlisle is still 23, from what I've heard.

Now if they were 17 and 25 in 1918, then that would make them……oh fuck. That would make them both almost one hundred years old. But then what about the others? Were they all almost one hundred years old too? How old was the good Doctor's wife? Did she even know that they were both the ages they were? What had I just stumbled on too?

"Your one smart cookie, Isabella Swan," I said out loud.

Yeah, I was a smart cookie. I was smart because I knew exactly where to look. I was smart because I could do the math and figure out how old Carlisle Cullen and Edward Cullen should be by now. I was smart because I had put tape on my window.

But then I wasn't smart, well I wasn't a smart cookie. I was a smart ass and a dumb fuck. I was a dumb fuck because, yes I had known exactly where to look, but I had just opened up a bunch of doors that I didn't know how to shut. I was a dumb fuck because, yes I had done the math and all, but I had just discovered something that made me feel like I was going crazy. And I was a dumb fuck because I had put tape on my window, which had entrenched me being crazy.

But then Edward's words from my, hopefully so I wouldn't be going crazy, dream. " I am very, very different from you, Bella, I'm so very different that when you do figure out what I am, you won't believe yourself. You will call yourself insane for thinking it."

But I still didn't know what the fuck he was. But I was calling myself insane, so I was part of the way there I guess.

"Some smart cookie you are, Swan," I said out loud again.

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