Okay, chapters 7 & 8 are now here! Sorry for the long time it took to get them up. Chapters 9 & 10 should be up quicker!

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(APOV)

Air filled my lungs painfully, waking me to my body for the first time in days. I was fully aware of everything: the dull ache in my bones, the slow movement of blood through my veins, the weight of my eyelids against my eyes. It took more strength than I had, to open them and the whole time I had to remind myself to breathe.

I tried to sit up but failed so I contented myself to lie down and stare at ceiling. It was high above me, a startling shade of white that held no dirt but it was suddenly obscured by an angel looking down at me. His hair was almost golden and looked oddly wind blown. His face…was that of an angel, too beautiful to be human. And then I found his eyes. They were a beautiful liquid topaz and it felt like they were scorching my soul.

A faint smile passed over his lips then disappeared, a calm, collected look on his face.

"She can't remember."

The angel spoke barely above a whisper yet I heard him clear as day. I felt a hand brush the skin on my arm gently, and the angel seemed distracted.

"Anything?" another voice said, from somewhere off to my right. I tried to turn my head to see if it was another angel when a searing pain shot down my body from my neck. Unable to help it, I gasped.

I was suddenly sitting up, leaning on the angel for support, his arm around me, holding the thick black blanket tight against me. I couldn't see his expression but he didn't move from me as I let my head fall on his shoulder.

"There's nothing. It's blank," the angel said. A small tremble ran through me when I felt his voice through his body as he spoke.

"Are you sure?" This voice was just as beautiful as the angel's but sounded older, caring and held a bit of authority.

"I'm sure." The angel was getting annoyed, frustrated. I could feel it as his muscles tensed beside me. As the silence fell again I blinked, taking in my surroundings.

I was sitting on a black couch with the angel, surrounded by six more angelic beings looking back at me, all of their expressions nervous. The other being in the room was not angelic and had a peculiar smell that filled my veins with a heavy ache. She seemed almost annoyed, looking at me like I had taken something precious from her. I lifted my head slowly and turned to look at the angel, spasms of pain coursing through me.

"She's ready," said the blonde male angel, looking at the angel next to me.

He took a deep breath before looking deep into my eyes.

"I'm not an angel." His face was neutral but I saw a hint of sadness in his eyes. A small sound came from the non-angelic; she seemed surprised by his words. I looked at the other angels. Their eyes were on the floor. Only the two who had already spoken were looking at me.

"Are you sure?" I asked him, blinking tiredly.

"Believe me, nobody in this room is an angel." He paused and looked at the others for help. A small pixie like angel, next to the blonde male angel, smiled at him encouragingly.

"Do you feel different?" he asked, more sure of himself this time.

I tilted my head and blinked confusedly.

"Am I supposed to?"

A crease formed on his brow.

"You don't feel hungry…or … stronger?"

I shook my head.

"Nothing at all?"

"I feel…tired," I said honestly, yawning for good effect. Mostly I just wanted to be alone. A sudden urge to flee these angels had overcome me. The angel beside me exchanged a quick glance with the blonde male before standing up.

"Can you stand?" he turned to me, holding out a hand.

"I think so," I replied quietly, gripping the blanket around me and starting to stand. A small smile formed on my face as I stood, then felt my knees buckle. When I didn't feel the impact of my body on the floor I looked up and saw the angel holding me. My feet were no longer on the floor and he held me carefully, but I didn't care. Pain was flooding my body from the broken dam in my neck.

"Her neck's still tender," the angel said quietly. "Could you all give us a minute please?" The angels nodded and left gracefully. The pixie like angel returned immediately with a small bundle in her hands which she placed on the couch, then left again. Only the non-angelic remained where she was.

"I'll only be a minute Bella," the angel said, and the non-angelic left slowly, glancing at me before leaving the room.

"Will you explain now?" I asked as he set me back down on the couch.

"Explain what?" the angel asked. He knelt on the floor beside me, looking at my neck.

"How you know what I'm thinking."

The angel stopped what he was doing and adjusted himself so his topaz eyes were level with mine.

"I'm a vampire, I can read minds," he said quietly, almost ashamed to admit this. I continued to look at him, unfazed by his confession. The word vampire stirred inside my mind but all that came up was a cold feeling in my neck.

"Can the rest of the ang-vampires read minds?"

"No, only me," he said, returning to my neck.

"What's your name?"

He stopped again and looked up at me with a bemused expression.

"Edward."

I smiled at him and stared back into his bottomless topaz eyes. Despite what he told me, I still thought he was an angel, which reminded me of the other angels that had been in the room.

"What are their names? The others who were in here?"

At this Edward smiled and started to bandage my neck. His hands felt nice and cool on my neck where his skin brushed mine briefly.

"Carlisle and Esme were closest to you. Jasper was the one who was talking to me. Alice was with Jasper. Emmett was the one more muscular one. Rosalie was with him." He faltered slightly after and his eyes seemed different momentarily before they returned to normal.

"Who was the other one? The non vampire?" The term nonangelic seemed to suit her better but since they weren't angels…

"Bella. That was Bella."

"She's not a vampire."

Edward fell silent, finishing the bandage on my neck. When his hands fell away he looked me in the eyes and I could see a faint sparkle in his.

"She's my fiancée."

So that's why she looked mad to see me with Edward.

"Does she know you're a vampire?"

He nodded then looked at me peculiarly.

"You're not hungry." It was a statement, not a question. I didn't answer but I felt a little light headed for the first time since I woke up. An ache flooded my veins, my jaw was on fire and a new, bitter taste was in my mouth. I looked up at Edward who was standing and almost at the door.

I glanced down at the blanket still wrapped around me then back up at Edward. He nodded to the bundle that Alice had left before turning his back on me.

I leaned over and grabbed the bundle, finding a pair of jeans and a brilliant red t-shirt. I pulled them on as quickly as possible, folded the blanket and set it on the couch. I stood up by myself, weak at first, then stronger. I made it to Edward before my legs started to give out and pain flooded me again. He wrapped his arm around me to give me some support and together we started down the hall.

Where are we going? I thought, knowing Edward would hear me.

"To get you some food."