Recap from "Isabella Who?"
Those eyes, I've dreamt about were now staring at me, cautiously. I swallowed, a small burning sensation formed in my throat. I groaned and this time, the golden-eyed God spoke, "Isabella?"
I frowned and finally seemed to find my voice, "Who's Isabella?"
Edward
Her answer caught me off guard. Curiously, she was staring at me to as why I would ask her such a question. I knitted my eyebrows together and leaned in closer to her. She didn't flinch.
"Do you know who you are?" I asked, in a soft whisper. She seemed to think for a moment. Her newly scarlet eyes, look down, almost in a shameful manner.
"No." She answered softly, her eyes concentrating on a square patch that was sewn onto the bed's quilt. Leaning back against the headboard, my eyes never left her. She never broke eye contact with that damn quilt. I sighed, pondering how I should approach her once again.
"Do you know what happened to you?" She looked up slowly, glancing out the window, her eyes still avoiding mine. She sighed softly, she was thinking.
"I…I don't know. I was dreaming ... I felt as though I would never wake up." She said in a sad tone. She then attempted to sit up and I automatically grabbed her arm to help her, my fingers touching her skin softly. She gasped, as my touch was unexpected. In an almost dreamlike manner, scattered images of Carlisle and myself came into view. I quickly withdrew my hand from her. I wasn't even thinking about trying to read her thoughts, it never came to mind as I was too busy being concerned with her well-being. People's thoughts would almost automatically come to me, welcome or not welcomed, but in order to read hers, I had to touch her.
Not that touching her was a bad feeling. I smiled to myself. She however, didn't say anything. I looked at her once again, her bright red eyes stared back at me. She wasn't scared, that you could tell. She looked almost … joyful.
"Why aren't you scared of me?" I asked questionably. She seemed to smile at my question.
"Because I've seen you before, you helped save me." She answered gratefully. I pondered her words.
"Because I've seen you before, you helped save me." I then remembered what I had saw just a few moments before. What happened to this girl? Why did she feel like she was dreaming, and most importantly why were Carlisle and I in it?
Jacob Black
It's been days yet it felt like weeks since I got that fateful, horrific call from Bella. Yet, we've had no significant progress in trying to find her. And here I was on borderline exhaustion. Charlie along with my dad insisted that I come back home and get some rest. I refused of course, knowing what little good it did. I wouldn't be able to sleep anyways. As soon as my eyelids got heavy, that night I lost Bella haunted my dreams.
"J..Ja...ke?" My heart dropped. Something was wrong. "Bella, what's going on, are you hurt?" Instead of answering, I just heard her sob. My heart started to pound in my ears and my mind started racing.
"Bella, answer me!" I finally heard breathing on the other line and a voice spoke out, but it wasn't my beloved Bella. It was an unknown voice, a man's voice.
"Bella just wanted to call and say goodbye, Jacob. You know, it's such a waste. She's such a beautiful girl." Rage, anger, and sadness was rising in me.
"Don't you dare touch her! You..." I yelled, but I was suddenly cut off by the soft sound of the other end going dead.
As always, I woke up in a cold sweat. Annoyed, hurt and angry, I threw my pillow in protest. Sleeping was useless, four days was too long for Bella to be missing. Knowing that I was going to get reprimanded from both Charlie and my father, I grabbed my jacket and headed out to my old Rabbit.
I have to find her, my Bella. She's missing and it's all my fault, my mind reminded me. More determined than ever, I started the engine and headed towards the police station.
Carlisle
As I approached the house, my mind continued to reel.
Could this be something or perhaps just a coincidence? I would need to talk to Eleazar. But how would I bring it up? 'I'm sorry to bother you, but we've found this girl, she's been bitten and then we just happened to find your coven symbol around the area where I found her. Thoughts?' Oh yes, that'll be such a pleasant conversation.
My thoughts were interrupted by another conversation that flowed throughout the house. A young girl's voice sang into my ears.
"Because I've seen you before, you helped save me."
She's awake! My mind screamed. I rushed up stairs, and found myself staring at the new delicate creature in front of me. She and Edward blinked at me; her eyes were wide and childlike. I turned to face Edward; he had a look of disbelief in his eyes.
Isabella just sat there, blinking at me. She didn't move, didn't say a word. I had to start the conversation.
"Hi Isabella, I'm Carlisle, the er, father figure of the house. Do you know who we are or where you are, dear?" She shook her head in response.
"Ah, well we are the Cullen family, and you are near a town called Forks in Washington." I studied her newly scarlet eyes, they seemed to be taking in every drop of my words. I hesitated.
"Do you remember anything?" She shook her head and then softly spoke.
"No. I've felt like I've been dreaming forever though. And my throat is starting to burn." Her new musical voice chimed as she pointed to her throat.
"Also, do you insist on calling me Isabella?" She asked, annoyed. "It's a bit of a stuffy name, don't you think?"
"Isabella isn't your name?" I asked. She shook her head no. I looked at her, perplexed.
"Do you remember who you are, at all?" She seemed to think for a moment.
"Well, not exactly. I know who I am, but I don't know exactly everything, there's something missing, but I'm not sure what it is. Does that make any sense?" She asked questioningly.
I thought for a moment. Post traumatic stress? Temporary memory loss? These things were plausible, yes, but I wasn't too sure and I didn't want to jump into conclusions just yet.
"Well, it doesn't make complete sense, but there are some possible causes … of your memory loss…" I trailed off, I really didn't want to fill her head with any medical nonsense ideas until I had a good one to give her. She sighed and the groaned slightly.
"What's wrong?" I asked. Edward looked at me and answered for her.
"She's thirsty," he said.
"Thirsty?" she asked. Edward nodded and looked sullen. He hesitated, looking at me briefly. I nodded, encouraging him. She needed to know.
"There's something we've haven't told you quite yet. We are… well, you are a… a vampire."
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