A/N Stephenie Meyers may own Edward Cullen...but we all know crazy Edward is waaaay better :)

APOV

I sat on the piano bench looking expectantly at Edward.

"Well?"I said after a very pregnant pause, "What do you mean you never left her?"

"I mean what I said. I never really left her." Edward looked at me like I was dumb and continued playing the eerie version of Bella's lullaby.

"Edward you're not making any sense. Of course you left her; we all did. You came to Maine with us and Tanya said you'd been to Denali to see her. You weren't here so how did you not leave Bella?" I was really starting to think he'd lost his mind; that he was delusional.

"How long did I stay in Maine?" he asked me.

I shrugged, "I don't know, two weeks?"

"Precisely. I came back here after Bella came home from Phoenix. I'd sit in her room at night and listen as she cried and screamed." Edward looked down at the piano keys. The ghosts of past mistakes floated to the surface of his dark butterscotch eyes.

I was appalled to say the least. "Edward that's…" I trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"Perverted? Masochistic? Tell me about it. About a month after she came home, I stopped going to her room. I couldn't bear the screaming; knowing I was the cause of it. I started photographing her instead. You can't hear the screams from a photograph. I turned a spare room into a darkroom. Playing this wretched thing stopped being my salvation a long time ago." He slammed his hand down on the ivory piano keys, breaking them. The piano screamed out an eerie howl that echoed off the empty walls.

"Edward, you're stalking her. Sneaking into her room, taking pictures of her; it's like that bad Robin Williams movie from few years ago. It's beyond creepy…not to mention wrong."

I got up from the piano bench and dusted the crushed ivory from my jeans. I walked to the window and looked out over the yard, wishing for a fleeting moment that things could go back to the way they were.

"It'd be nice wouldn't it? The way things were." Edward sighed.

"Why'd you do it Edward?" I asked, suddenly very tired.

"I couldn't leave her. Victoria and Laurent were both still out there; who knew how long until they came for her. I couldn't leave her to deal with that alone." Edward plucked out a new tune on the remaining piano keys; it was high pitched and haunted.

"That's not what I meant," I said to him, still staring out the window.

"I know," he replied, still plucking away at the piano, "I didn't want to be the one who ruined her life. James could have killed her; would have killed her if I hadn't been there to stop it. I couldn't subject her to that again."

I didn't say anything for a while. "Did they come back for Bella?" I finally asked.

Edward's tune changed back to Bella's lullaby, "Yes. Laurent came back first. I found out when I went to Denali. Tanya said he'd left after abruptly after being contacted by Victoria. I came back here as fast as I could. The wolves got to him before I had the chance."

I nodded, "And Victoria?"

"They got her too. Apparently she came here looking for us while I was in Maine." Edward said, weaving Esme's tune into Bella's.

"So why didn't you leave?"

"Because she's still not safe; because the dog imprinted on her. And he's just as dangerous as the damn vampires were. Probably more dangerous; young werewolves can't control themselves. She could be hurt if he loses his temper in the slightest."

I glanced at him over my shoulder, "Your nuts." I said seriously. "I didn't think it was possible but you've gone bananas. You didn't stay because Jacob's a werewolf, now out with it, tell me the real reason."

I sat down on the still covered couch and looked at Edward expectantly. Part of him stayed because he felt Bella wasn't safe with the wolf, but Edward was deeper than that, there was an underlying reason.

"I stayed because she fell in love with him," he said sadly.

I didn't understand, of course she fell in love with Jacob Black; he worshipped her. It wasn't an easy thing to ignore.

"I went to see her one night about nine months after the…incident in Phoenix. I shouldn't have, but I did. When I went to leave I kissed her forehead and she called out for Jacob; not me." Edward stood and started pacing, "if I had a heart it would have broken," he said forlornly.

"So I started going back, night after night; she only wanted Jacob. It was my own personal purgatory. I was sentenced to watch the girl I loved, the one I'd waited a century for, fall in love with someone else. It was a catalyst, set in motion by my own hand. I was the cause of my own undoing."

If I'd been human, I would have wept for what Edward had lost; I could only imagine his suffering. I don't know what I would do if I ever lost Jasper. I'd probably go just as crazy as Edward apparently had.

He paused, letting all he'd said sink in for a moment; then continued his story. "Right after graduation I went to see her. I sat in her rocking chair, watching her sleep right up until dawn. When I went to leave she called out in her sleep."

"What did she say?" I asked, now truly curious.

"No, Edward. Don't. I thought she was asking me to stay. Like she knew I'd come to see her. I sent her a letter when I came home a few weeks ago. And I still go to see her sometimes. Not so much anymore, she kinda reeks. I bumped her desk one night and she called to me. I knew then that she still loved me. I left her some pictures, and a note."

"What kind of pictures?"

"Pictures I took of her; pictures of her and the dog and sometimes her and Charlie. And sometimes just her," Edward sounded almost proud.

"And the note? What did it say?"

"I just told her that she still calls for me. If she still calls for me she can't be that much in love."

I had a hard time controlling my thoughts. If I thought the wrong thing I could never get him to abandon this psychotic mission he was on, "What was the point of leaving her those things Edward? What was it supposed to prove? How much better off she is with Jacob Black, because I can bet you that exactly what she's thinking right about now."

"I was trying to show her how unhappy she was. That she didn't love him the way she loved me." He sounded like a stubborn two year old that was refusing to take his afternoon nap.

"Edward, you have got to stop this. I know what you're going to do. If you break the treaty and go on Quileute land all of us will be in danger; and those wolves will kill you."

"Let them try," he scoffed.

"Okay, well what if she doesn't want you? What then?" I was desperately trying to change his mind; I already knew what his contingency plan was.

"Italy," he simply said.

"And if the Volturi won't end your life? They are friends of Carlisle's and will be leery to destroy one his 'children'." I knew I was grasping at straws; the Volturi could care less whom belonged to whom.

"Then I'll will pull a stunt so fantastic they'll have no choice but to destroy me," he said smugly.

I got up off the couch and growled at him, "You're so damn pigheaded. She's just a girl. There are thousands, no more like millions of them. Pick one of them."

"I don't want them," Edward said in his stubborn toddler voice, "I want Bella."

BPOV

Jakes call had scared me. He sounded beyond freaked out. "What's wrong?" I asked him.

"Nothing…I just had this totally realistic dream that Edward showed up in my living room and told me to leave you alone. I woke up on the floor of my bedroom. In all my flailing around I knocked Wuthering Heights to the floor."

"Uh, okay," I had no idea how knocking Wuthering Heights to the floor was relevant to the conversation.

"There was a note inside the book," Jake said meaningfully.

"Um, okay. I probably used an old piece of paper as a book mark. No big deal."

"Bells, it was from him."

"Oh. Oh! What did it say?"

"I'll be up in a few minutes. We can talk about it then."

I hung up the phone and went to the living room. Charlie and Billy were watching a Mariner's game on the flat screen.

"Jake's on his way up," I told them as I sat down. Billy looked at me knowingly, "Lazy bones finally got him self outta bed, eh?"

I smiled and nodded at Billy, "yea. He's been real tired lately."

"Your keeping him out all hours of the night Bells?" Charlie joked.

I rolled my eyes at him and picked up my new copy of Wuthering Heights Jake had given me for my birthday and opened it. I read the inscription again, then opened the book to the first chapter and immersed myself into Catherine, Edgar and Heathcliff's strange love triangle.

I was so engrossed in the story I didn't hear the doorbell ring. Charlie got up and answered the door, then came back with Jacob. He sat down next to me on the love seat, "I don't know how you can read that," he said in my ear.

"What? Why? This book is amazing," I raved.

"Yea, amazingly boring," Jacob scoffed.

"Shut up, you," I said poking him.

He laughed and wrapped his arms around me. I hummed in content. It was warm and safe here in my little house, with my sports fanatic father and my whole world wrapped around me.

"Come on," I said closing the book, "let's go upstairs."

We walked out of the living room, "Door open!" Charlie called around the corner.

"I know," I grumbled as I trudged up the stairs. Jake stretched out on my bed; I lie down next to him and put my head on his chest.

"Tell me about this note," I finally said.

"It just said that you still call for him. He wondered what I would think of that," Jake replied with a yawn.

"I still call his name?" I said in a small voice.

"I guess so, if his not is to be believed," Jake sounded like he didn't believe it.

"I still have nightmares sometimes," I confessed.

"I know. Your dad told me. He said sometimes you start whimpering and calling out. Yelling no and don't."

I got up and walked to the window and gazed out at the rain slicked street.

"What am I going to do? This is has got to stop. He needs to understand that what we had is gone and he needs to understand that I love you; not him."

I went and sat back down on the bed. Jacob pulled me down next to him. I laid my head back on his chest. I lay there, listening to his heart beat lull me to sleep. I hadn't been sleeping well lately. Every time I closed my eyes a nightmarish version of Edward was waiting for me. I could see his bronze hair in a wild, frenzied halo above his hardened angels face. The purplish bruises under his eyes had darkened, matching his black, hungry eyes.

I stretched and let my eyes drift shut, listening to Jacob's heart beat. He ran his fingers through my hair.

"We could go out there. You and me; the pack. You can tell him whatever it is you want to say to him," Jacob offered.

"Really?" I said.

"Sure. Its too bad we don't know where it is that they live in Bangor, we could go out there and ask them to please come and collect their psycho."

I giggled, "Maybe he had a bad deer."

"Mad deer disease," Jacob crowed.

The bed shook with our laughter, "Someone must have had their Crazy Flakes for breakfast," I gasped.

Jacob laughed, "What the hell are Crazy Flakes?"

"They're a crazy person's version of Frosted Flakes," I said giggling.

"You've got a real talent at driving men mad, don't you Bella?" Jacob joked.

My sides were aching, "okay," I gasped, "enough of the uber lame crazy person jokes."

"So we'll go out there and tell him to piss off then?" I asked.

"Mhmm. I'll talk to Sam and see if he can get the pack together and once it's organized, we'll go out there," Jake said.

The doorbell rang, I heard Charlie open the door. Beside me Jake stiffened, "There's a vampire at your door."

"Uh, Bella," Charlie called up the stairs, "There's someone at the door for you."

Reviews are awesome...you guys rock!

& incase you missed..yea...Edward's gone a little off his rocker...I know the whole Jacob realizing what the pictures meant last chapter was probly a little confusing...he knew Bella still had nightmares about Edward and he knew that Edward was in her room...he figured Edward heard her having a nightmare (the no, Edward don't was part of a nightmare...she still dreams about the day he left her in Phoenix..)and had convinced himself that Bella was still in love with him.

And for curiousities sake..would you guys read a story with all human characters...a Jacob/Bella story? I'm working on another one that starts with them as kids, they meet and form this lifelong friendship with lots of ups and downs and twists...sound interesting?