Chapter 2! I do own characters now! Only 3 of them though.
I approached Carlisle's office, hesitating as I raised my hand to knock. My nerves were overtaking me. If I could breath, I'd be on the verge of hyperventilation. So I decided to calm myself by listening into Carlisle's thoughts.
His thoughts were not on his family, but on his patients. He was a dedicated doctor, how I envy his strength, I would give anything to do what he does daily.
Come in Edward. Carlisle thought, he probably heard my shuffles and smelt my scent, outside of the door.
I slowly, walked in, I almost felt like a young teenage boy, walking into his fathers office to receive "The Talk" for the first time. I inhaled deeply, preparing myself for information I have avoided for 90 years.
"Carlisle, I need to speak to you about something that only you can answer," I rushed. All Carlisle did was bow his head, urging me to continue.
I couldn't help but to invade his personal thoughts at that moment, I must know what he is thinking. I wonder what could be so urgent that Edward would be so disturbed about, I bet Bella wants to experience sex as a human… I stopped listening.
"It has nothing to do with Bella Carlisle, I has to do with 'her'. I need to know who she is, what she was to me. Carlisle I feel like something is not right, I have never felt this before!" I exclaimed.
"Are you sure you must know?" He asked with sympathetic eyes.
"Yes, Carlisle, I must know."
"All right, sit down, my son."
I did as I was told. I sat down and waited for Carlisle to continue. And he did.
"You see Edward, I believe that there is part of our memories we repress when we are turned, to make this life easier for use. We do still have it deep within us, it just takes something to trigger it," Carlisle started.
I just wished he'd go faster, I knew this already.
"I believe your memory of her was locked inside of you, I still don't know if you can handle it. But I would have to soon anyways." He paused. He took a rather large intake of breath before he continued. "Her name was Samantha Margaret Jameson. Heiress to Jameson fortune, her family owned the Jameson hotel back in Chicago. Her parents were close friends with yours. She was gorgeous. She had the deepest blue eyes I have ever saw, golden blonde hair, fair skin, perfect figure; as a human she put Rosalie to shame. You and her were inseparable as children, along with Abigail Montgomery and Howard Winchester.
"You started courting her at fourteen, engaged at fifteen. By sixteen, she was your wife. She, if I recall, was everything a man could want in a wife. She loved you, Edward. She refused to leave your bed-side. The orderlies had to drag her out of your room after your mother passed; by that time, you were all she had left, her parents and younger brother died from the influenza weeks before you and your parents were brought in.
"I tried to keep an eye out for her after your change. Howard, Abigail, and Samantha all disappeared weeks after your funeral," Carlisle finished, regret in his eyes.
"M-m-ma-married…" I stuttered. I was in shock. I could not think.
"Yes, my son. I'm sorry I kept it from you for so long," again he paused. "I do believe that even though you could not recall her memory, that she was he reason you waited so long to fall in love again. You waited until you were sure was passed on, well subconsciously."
"It's all right, I never wanted to know until now. Carlisle, did she play an instrument? Did I?"
"She played piano, composed her own music. As for you, you had no musical talent until you were turned. I believe, you un-conscience memory of her brought you to learn to play. Why do you ask?"
"No reason."
"OK. Son go on, you have a lot to think about."
"Thank you Carlisle," I said as I walked out of his office.
Married. Wow. I just can't understand why I could not remember her. What am I suppose to do now- Bella? Oh god, Bella. How am I suppose to explain this to her? My thoughts continued as I made it back to my room. As I sat down to think I heard that same soft, depressing melody, the same one from my past. All I could think about was Samantha- my wife.
I made up Jameson hotel.
And I felt like making Edward musicaly challenged as a human. You'll understand why later.