Jacob

"Jacob Black! What are you doing here? I thought I told you to go home and get some rest?" My father's voice boomed throughout the tiny room. I sighed and looked sternly at my father.

"You know there's no way in hell I can sleep while she's still out there missing, Dad." I retorted. He sighed in defeat. He knew I was right. Not one person in this small sleepy town has been able to sleep while Bella was still unaccounted for. The investigation was starting on day five and we still had nothing. No evidence, no ransom notes, no phone calls. It was daunting. Some gullible people took her disappearance as a runaway, but the people who knew Bella, knew what a bunch of bullshit that was.

I took a look around the tiny, shabby station. A few cops were standing around the small TV, sipping their cold coffee as if awaiting the picture box to tell them where she was. Pictures of Bella also scattered the pale, faded yellow walls all around the office with her face staring back at each one of us, as if asking us why we haven't found her yet. I sighed inwardly as more guilt consumed me.

Everyone knew that this was my fault, although everyone would deny it; if I hadn't cancelled on her, if I hadn't abandoned her, she would be here, in my arms. But, I see the blame in their tired, restless eyes, especially Charlie's. Of course he's denied many times that he blames me for Bella missing, but behind his outward nonjudging demeanor I knew he blamed me. Hell, I blame myself. Everyone knew that I did, my disheveled appearance gave me away, if my guilt-written face did not.

Dirty, tattered jeans, my usually unwrinkled t-shirt, crumpled, and my usually somewhat neat hair was sticking out in unnecessary directions. My smooth, tanned face was wrinkled with worry - worry for the one I loved. I missed her, I needed her, and I loved her. I never got the chance to tell her that. I wanted to, but the moment just never seemed right, and now, now I may never get my chance. But, I refused to believe that she was gone. She was out there... I felt it. We just had to find her, and I, for one would never, never give up.

Bella

They must be joking. I sat still for a moment thinking these golden-eyed gods would just say, "Haha, she almost believed us! Silly, stupid girl." But they did nothing of the sort. They just stared at me waiting, wanting a reply.

"Um, a vampire? As in the, 'I want to suck your blood', Dracula?" I asked teasingly, they had to be joking.

However, the look on Edward's face was less that amused.

"Yes, exactly like Dracula, Isabella," he answered.

I sighed. Enough of this, I wanted answers.

"Look, I don't know why you think this whole 'vampire' bit is amusing, but I'm done playing, there's more important things going on here, like remembering exactly who I am, and I am not Isabella…" as I pointed to Edward who's started to open his mouth. "And I want answers, plain and simple." I stated, crossing my arms looking at the two men in front of me. The older one sighed and looked somberly at the younger one. Edward nodded his head slightly and sighed as Carlisle left the room. I stared after him, incredulously.

"Where is he –" but I was cut off by a wave of his hand.

"Isa…" He started, but was cut off by my glaring look I gave him. Not only did he just dismiss my question, but he started again with that stuffy name, Isabella.

"Okay then, what is it you would like to be called?" He asked, slightly annoyed. I pondered for a second. What did I prefer to be called? Isabella wasn't a horrible name, but it wasn't who I felt that I was. Maybe I could shorten it? Izzy? Nah, too pretty. Belle? No, too Princess for me. Maybe Bella? I could live with that one; it almost felt – natural. I looked back over to the man who continued to stare at me. I felt a rush of something feel up my body. I cleared my throat and sat up a little straighter.

"Bella, Edward. You can call me Bella." He nodded, leaning in closer to me, "Bella fits you better than Isabella."

If I'd known any better, I swore I could feel a slight heat creep up to my cheeks. He leaned in even closer and this time, his scent over took me and I inhaled it greedily. He smelled… wonderful. Leather, soap, and something sweet… maybe sugar? I didn't know exactly, what I did know was that it was intoxicating.

"Mmm, Edward you smell, so … delicious." I said myself, realizing then that I had said it out loud. I groaned inwardly. Great. Did I just call him delicious? As in good enough to eat, delicious? Jesus, I'm such a girl. I looked up awkwardly at him, he didn't seem to look awkward or taken aback by my comment by any means, actually he looked semi-amused.

"Give me your hand please, Bella." I nodded. I'd give him anything right about now, my hand, my heart, my left finger... I shook my head softly. Give it a rest, Bella. He stared intently into my eyes and that's when it all happened. I heard him, Edward.

I wonder…

Edward

I gingerly took her hand, I didn't want to seem like I more than over eagerly 

reaching for it. She smiled, watching me. I smiled back waiting to see if I could have a repeat of earlier. However, what I heard next was unexpected.

I wonder…

I pulled my hand away from hers quickly, looking at her incredulously. She seemed upset by this.

"Did I scare you Edward?" I ignored her question, I was too intrigued with what I just heard.

"Bella, can you hear me?" I asked. She looked at me puzzled. I sighed, slightly annoyed. "My thoughts Bella, can you hear my thoughts?" She looked down and fumbled with her long, pale fingers.

"I heard your voice, Edward. You said, I wonder and then you pulled away…" Her voice trailing off in a slight sad tone.

"What's happening?" She asked, I hesitated. Should I tell her of my gift? Or will it just freak her out and push her away? I sighed. She wanted the truth and I would give her whatever she wanted.

"Bella, I...I can read minds. It's a certain gift I have acquired." I looked up at her, expecting a look of confusion, however, what my eyes saw was her newborn eyes transfixed on my lips. I cleared my throat softly, she looked away almost instantly. I smirk slightly, licking my lips playfully.

"Um, Bella?" She seemed to recoil quickly and looked back at me.

"You can read minds? But, how Edward?" She asked.

"Well you see, people's minds are usually open to me; I can hear their thoughts freely. With you however, I'm only able to hear your thoughts when I touch you." My eyes automatically looked down at her delicate hands. I reached out to touch one.

I suppose when we touch that you can hear my thoughts as well, am I right? I looked up at her, her eyes questioning mine.

Yes, yes I can Edward. Her eyes filled with worry. She was scared and didn't know what was happening-- and I didn't know what to do. I sighed. She needed to know – everything. I hesitated.

Bella, something happened to you about a week ago. Carlisle found you near death. He brought you here in hopes of saving you. I looked at her. She was looking down, her eyes closed. I squeezed her hand reassuringly.

When he examined you, he noticed you were bitten, by one of us Bella. By a vampire. I heard her sniffle. I knew if she could cry, she would be doing so. My emotions got the best of me and I enveloped her in my arms. Her thoughts hit me with such a strong force.

I'm scared Edward, I'm so scared. Please, don't leave me. I rubbed her back soothingly; I knew that this wasn't going to be easy - for either of us.

I won't, my dear Bella. You are safe with me, with us. I looked up, knowing that my family was standing around us. They were here supporting her, supporting me. This wasn't going to easy, but I knew that we would get through this no matter what. A genuine smile spread across my lips for the first time in over 100 years.