What occured in Edward's missing years is revealed. I hope you enjoy this latest chapter. Disclaimer: I have not yet bought up the Twilight franchise, however I am working on it but as of yet the characters do not belong to me.

His missing years? My head was spinning as my beloved stalked to our bedroom, green stains, moss by the smell of them, clinging to his jeans as I was wont to do, well at least until they were off. His tight shirt accentuated every muscle in his back, all taught. He made me think of a caged lion, ready to pounce on whoever was silly to get in his way. I longed to follow him, gently massage all those knots out of his perfect, marble white back. Before the night is through, I'll do bad things to you, I promised myself with a smirk, hopefully it would be enough take his mind of Jacob and Renesme.

My thoughts returned to his cryptic hint about 'his missing years'. What did he mean by that? Then I remembered him mentioning how he had rebelled against Carlisle and vampiric vegetarianism, the memory distant and fuzzy as all my human memories were. I needed to find Carlisle, he would know what was going on.

I got up and stretched gracefully, the stretch not necessary but a force of human habit I still hadn't lost, much like breathing. My clothes were crumpled and I wanted to change into something fresh, but I didn't want to disturb my husband. I slowly walked across the room, trying to hear something, anything to give me an indication of his mood. But I couldn't even hear him breathing. I gave up and left our cottage, shutting the door quietly behind me. Moonlight bleached my already pale skin paper white. Dew on the grass reflected what little light there was. The main house loomed ghostly in the darkness, reminding me of a haunted house in movies. A few lights were on upstairs and the red glow of embers, undetectable to human eyes, gently smouldered from the living room window.

As I continued up the path, faint strains of music floated towards me, carried by an errant breeze. I followed it to the house, curious as to where it was coming from. It was coming from the basement, wher the Cullens kept all their technology. As I slowly walked down the stairs, the music, now accompanied by a frantic tapping noice, got louder. I walked in to find Alice and Jasper having an epic battle on Guitar Hero. As I came in, they paused momentarily, slightly guilty looks on their faces before continuing easily on expert. I sort of wondered what the appeal was, with vampiric senses, even expert levels on games were easy.

'Do you know where Carlisle is?' I asked once there song had finnished.

Alice shot Jasper a look before answering me. 'I think he's on call tonight, he should be back by lunch, latest.' She told me. 'Why?'

'Edward told me to talk to him, ask him about his 'missing years'?' It was more of a question than a statement, 'Do you know anything about them?'

Alice and Jasper shared another look and remained silent.

I decided to try and explain the situation a little better, to get them to share. 'He and Jacob had a fight, he left for hours and when he came back he pretty much just told me to talk to Carlisle 'cause he didn't want to tell me.'

Alice smiled weakly after shooting Jasper yet another look, 'I'm sure it's nothing major, porbably just something about how he's struggling to remain a vegeterian with the added stress of Jacob.'

'But, he seemed really really angr...'

'Why don't you play Guitar Hero with us until Carlisle gets back? It'd also give Edward some time to cool off' Alice interupped me, her perfect features became a dazzling smile.

Jasper opened his mouth to say something.

'Go get a mike for Bella.' Alice cut in, her musical voice hitting sharp notes, before he could say anything.

'I can't sing though.' I protested.

'Fine, you can play the guitar or drums, and I'll sing.' Alice replied sweetly.

'I'll play the guitar.' I took the guitar from her and adjusted the strap.

Even though we were playing cooperatively, Alice and Jasper still really got into the game, comparing percetange of notes hit, streaks and of course pay, insults flying left right and centre. Alice had to sing hers, her pitch perfect voice ringing in my ears, but that just made it funnier. It was nice to relax after the stress of Jacob and Edward. Soon I was as competetive as Alice and Jasper.

'You basta...' I was in the process of squealing at Jasper when I heard footsteps behind me. Now I knew why Jasper and Alice had looked so guilty when they saw me.

'Can I play mum?' Renesme looked folorn, her brown eyes still slightly blood shot.

'Are you alright?' I asked, my guilt being replaced by concern.

'I'll be fine,' She replied sounding thorougly depressed. 'Plath has nothing on me though.'

'Plath?' I queried.

'A poet, she commited suicide.'

'Play with us, it'll cheer you up.' Alice said with a smile.

'What time is it darling?' I asked her.

'Almost midday.' She replied.

'I'd better go, I need to speak to your grandpa.' I told her handing her the guitar. 'Have fun, sweet heart.' I gaver her a kiss before going upstairs to look for Carlisle.

I quickly found him, talking to Esme, concern clouding their perfect features about his day. Apparently the tycoon was back, Carlisle was thinking about giving the hospital an anonymous donation to keep it out of the tycoons hands.

When he finnished talking, I gently put my hand on his arm to attract his attention, his strong bicep, not as defined as Edward or Emmet, but still inhumanly strong, twitch gently under my hand.

'Carlisle I need to talk to you.'

He turned to me and smiled gently. 'About anything in particular?' A hint of gentle mockery coloured the tone.

'Edward's 'missing years'. For a moment his smile froze and he glanced quickly at Esme, a motion to fast for a human to follow, almost to fast for a vampire to follow, but I just managed to catch it.

'Why don't you come with me? We can talk in my study' He wrapped an arm gently around my waist, his muscles slightly tense. I resisted slightly and he suddenly tightened his muscles, forcing me with him.

Once in his study, he shut the door firmly behind us. 'Sit down, please.' His voice was calm, his face serene.

I stared at him blankly.

'Well, if you don't want to.' His voice trailed off as he then sat down on a brown leather wingback armchair behind the desk opposite me. Avoiding his eyes I looked around the room, there was an ecclectic mix of objects, this room a contrast to the modernity of the rest of the house. What appeard to be a gold footbath was filled with scrolls of ancient looking parchement and a couple of pieces of papyrus. The latest computer sat on a beautiful mahogany desk that must have been at least a century old. The chair opposite the desk was covered in blue and white striped silk. I didn't think that either Alice or Esme were allowed in here, they would have longed to change everything.

Finally I sat.

Carlisle leant forward interlinking his fingers, his elbows on the table and rested his chin lightly on his fingers.

'You know Edward had a period of...' Carlisle paused searching for the right word. 'rebellion.' It was a statement rather than a question.

'Yeah, he wasn't a vegetarian.'

'Exactly.' Carlisle beamed as if I were a slow student who had got something right. 'And you know something of vampire hunting stratagies in urban areas like cities?'

'Um,' This was starting to feel more like a lesson. 'vampires use their looks to attract prey.'

'Well done. And a vampire bite, unfortunately, you never had a chance to experience it in such a way as circumstances got in the way, can be,' Again a pause. 'intimate. But also an act of control and possesion.'

This was starting to feel like a sex ed lesson, a slight blush coloured my snowy cheeks.

'Well Edward, while he was away from the fold, drank almost exclusively the blood of men.'

Suddenly something clicked. 'So the blood of men tastes better?' I asked.

Carlisle paused before sighing and agreeing with me. 'Edward should have cooled off by now.' I didn't question how he knew that Edward had been in such a state before. 'Why don't you return to him.' Relieved that it had all been so trivial, I could forgive him for drinking human blood, I had already known it and wasn't that part of being love, forgiveness? I happily smiled at Carlisle and hurried back to my beloved, to enjoy an afternoon together on our new bed before he saw Jacob.

Perfect.

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