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Flashback:

"The only times people come over are when I try to kiss you!" I complained. "Honestly, no one, and I repeat no one ever comes over. These are the first times in years. So WHY today?" I grumbled, heading to the door.

I swung the door open and cursed. If Bella was my personal heaven, he was my personal hell.

"Dad?" I asked furiously.

Chapter 4

EdwardPov

"D-dad?" I repeated, this time my voice shook. I heard Bella gasp from inside the house. I groaned internally. Why did she have to be here when he came? My father- though he never acted like a father -was not a friendly man. Well, at least, not around me. If I loved Bella, he would hate her. Or at least pretend to.

"No. I'm sorry, but you know I won't call you my son until you prove it." He stepped inside the house, ignoring my glare; I knew he saw it though. I followed him inside. He examined his surroundings, a sneer on his lips.

He froze abruptly, and I crashed into him.

"Who is this...girl...if you can call her that...Your little toy?" He exclaimed in disgust, wrinkling his perfectly straight nose. I felt my anger rising.

How DARE he insult Bella?! I could handle his arrogant, rude remarks about me, but he didn't even know Bella! I felt my fingers clench into tight, tight fists.

"Oh, hello!" Bella said, after a stunned second. I was starled at her cheerful, amiable tone. "You must be Mr. Masen." She smiled warmly. "I'm Bella, Edward's friend."

My heart sunk at the word friend, but then it stopped altogether as my father spoke.

"So, you're a freak like him, then? You go around in all black, never laughing, and you expect everyone to just worship your bloody feet?? Well, Isabella, I think you're a no-good piece of scum. Why Edward would be friends with you is obviously clear: he is just that desperate for company." He snorted and continued. "Or he just wants you for his convenience. This wouldn't be the first time he used girls before dumping them aside like the rubbish they are.

"And I bet that's what he wants you for- to satisfy his lustful cravings. You're nothing more to him than he is to me. A tool, something that works FOR you, to YOUR advantage. I need him because eventually, he will come to his senses and run the family business. Until then, he's less appreciated to me than you are to me. And by the looks of you, you're done. He doesn't need you anymore."

She blinked her large, wounded eyes. "Oh." She whispered softly, tears welling over. She shot me a frantic look, a hopeless helpless heartbreaking look. My heart winced, and I could see her doubting herself.

"DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO BELLA LIKE THAT!!" I roared defensively, standing in front of her, as if my body could block his harsh, untrue words.

His left eyebrow raised. "Wow, so you actually know her name, now do you? Well, Isabella," He sneered, "can go jump off a cliff, for all I care! And I'm sure for all you care. Because I know you don't."

I could fell Bella tremble behind me. I was infuriated that he could so casually degrade her like that. My teeth clenched, and my next words were hard to force out through them.

"Well, I don't give a #!$% about your opinion of Bella!!" I screeched. "She is very important to me, and who are you to try to ruin that?! I want to kill you right now; can you imagine how she must be FEELING right now BECAUSE OF YOU!?" I growled at him, and he took a half step backwards.

"You are very passionate about this slu-"

"Don't you even think that word." I hissed. "Don't you EVER called her names. She is nothing less than a beautiful angel, and you should just back the $!%# off!! LEAVE HER ALONE!!" I screamed, and his icy blue eyes widened.

"I-I don't need to listen to your orders, boy. I am your superior, and who are you to challenge my authority??" His eyebrows were scrunched together; his ego was obviously wounded. "You think just because you bought yourself a house takes away the fact that you are my son, whether I like or not, whether you like it or not? Hmm, it that it? Do you like because you have some...girl...in your house, obviously just coming out of bed, in your clothes, makes you a hot shot- someone who can make his own rules?"

I narrowed my eyes. "At least I HAVE rules. I don't stoop to insulting teenage girls, now do I? And the only rules I have from you are 'don't embarrass me' and 'wipe your shoes.' You think I can't make my own rules for myself? And that I can't break those said rules? Hmm, you think that I can't be responsible enough to manage this house for FIVE YEARS without your help?! You don't think I can?? I won't let you bring me down! It's here and now- I'm breaking out! I will stand..."

"A broken man." Bella whispered in my ear, and I almost smiled. She reconized the song I had been quoted for the last few sentences.

"I don't." My father answered, a calm mask on his face.

"Well, I don't care. And you can't do anything about it. I don't understand what happened between you and me...I don't care if you want to look into my eyes and say, 'I disown you.' I'd actually welcome it, Mr. Masen. Why don't you just do that?" I seethed. "Oh, and the reason that I need- I need to let go of the things I see that have always let me fall. And I cannot find my way home, no, because I'm already home"

"Safetysuit. The Moment." Bella murmured in my ear. I nodded subtly.

I continued on my rant, using more lyrics for inspiration. "And I don't know what you need. But I know you're listening now. And I don't care what you think because you didn't think to care about me! How can you call yourself a father, you ignorrant man?? How could you dare claim that I owe you anything??"

He stumbled backwards as I advance towards him in my anger. "I think you should leave. NOW."

"Wait now, Edward. I-"

"NOW!!!" I roared. He flinched, and...

He left.

I trembled. How on Earth did my father find me? I had used a false name in school, told no one but Bella that my last name was Masen. I had NO contact with anyone who could have possibly told him. Did he Google every single Edward there was? Did he place a tracking device in my iPod? I got a new cell phone. Did he- Oh. Crud. My car.

He still knew my license number. And my car was registered under my new name.

But, he waited five whole years to come to me. Why? What did he need from me? Why?? WHY?

"Edward?" A shaky voice asked me, and a light hand rested on my shoulder.

Her voice reminded me. Bella's innocent, sweet, concerned voice reminded me of one I had heard long ago. A voice that I would never hear again, I was sure of it. She was the only reason he would visit, I was sure. No. Not her.

I had been in her will. That must be it. He must want my share. He was as selfish as to not care that she was gone. He was greedy enough to go mad over his own wife's will and the treasures she had left him.

"E-edward?" She called again.I spun to face her, and she gasped. I wondered what my expression was. It seemed to shock her deeply. "Oh, Bella." I whispered, feeling weak. "She's gone." I felt my knees tremble beneath me, and I stumbled, falling to the floor. She quickly knelt next to me.

"Edward?" She was deeply worried, I could tell.

"Death. It's a thief in the night, come to grab her. It came. Death took her." I could feel my eyes welling up with tears. "The only person who remotely loved me. Tanya- I had thought she liked me. But she didn't love me, not like she did. No. She was the only one." My shaking hands grasped her shirt collar, gripping it tightly. "Oh, Bella!" I sobbed, leaning my head on her shoulder. "Oh, Bella. It hurts so much. She's just gone."

"Who's gone?" Was her gentle reply.

"My mother." I whispered. "Elizabeth Masen."

She gasped and threw her arms around me. "Oh, Edward!" She murmured softly. "I'm so sorry, Edward, I really am."

"It's...not your fault." I croaked.

It wasn't, but her apology helped soothe the ache a little bit. It helped my agony, my mourning. Now it was just sadness, a depression of sorts. I would miss my mother, but at least I had someone to love me. I had Bella. She had stayed by my side, strong, as my father insulted her, hurt her. She didn't run away. And when I melted down, she didn't flee. No, she was right here beside me. When I needed her.

Bella caught me yawning through my tears. She frowned. "This excitement is wearing you out. I think you should sleep." I nodded meekly, standing carefully. She supported me as I staggered. "Easy, Edward. Let your body catch up with your mind."

I listened to her lovely voice, her calming, caring tone that eased me. She coaxed me through the hallway, and I barely could stand any more. I was so tired. And so dizzy. My head was swimming in colors, colors so bright. The colors seemed so light, so happy, and I didn't, couldn't, see any black anywhere. But it was so cold, so very freezing. I felt like I was in Antarctica, watching the Northern Lights. So beautiful but so cold.

"Edward!?" Bella's scared voice appeared through the colors, and suddenly I was infront of my bed.

"Thank you." I muttered, sinking down, my bones mush. I felt her lift my legs gently and place them back down, under the blanket. She pulled the blanket up, tucking it around my body. She brought a pillow over, lifted my head, and placed my head back down on it. i sighed, already drifting. I barely saw her trying to leave silently.

"No, Bella," I whispered. "Please, stay." She stopped moving.

"Alright." She agreed softly, climbing on the golden blankets. I groggily lifted them up, and she snuggled inside them. I sighed contently as I wrapped my heavy arms around her tiny waist. She was so warm. Bella cautiously held still before leaning her head on my chest, moving closer to me. I smiled faintly.

"Bella." I breathed. My eyes shut, and they were much too heavy to open again. Though I wanted to. I wanted to see her beautiful face.

"Yes, Edward?" She asked quietly. But by then, I couldn't function my mouth, and I couldn't speak. She took my silence for being asleep. I felt her fingers gliding over my still face, lingering first on my cheekbone. She brushed them up very quickly and briefly to my eyelids. Then they sunk to my lips, just resting there for a while. She took one hand and placed it against my torso. She drew a faint design on my shirt, and she casually made her way to my waist. She paused, before slowly lifting her arm around me, hugging me. She stayed that way.

And even though my heart fely heavy and it was full of hurting pain, I was happy. I was complete. With Bella in my arms, and a huge grin on my face, I fell into pleasant dreams...

I was standing in my meadow, and it was raining. The crystal drops of water were so beautiful, and the were illuminated b the meek sun. As was I, drenched in rain, and I sparkled. I was waiting. But I wasn't sure what for. What was I waiting for?? Or, who? Was it a person? A boy? A girl? What did she look like? Did she like the rain? Would she come to the meadow? Was she lost? What if-

Hands enveloed my eyes, and a giggle rose to my ears. "Guess who." A voice whispered in my ear.

"Won't you tell me?" I teased.

I felt lips on my neck, leaving a warm trail of kisses. I shuddered, and I felt her grin. "Do you reconize me now?"

"No." I whispered, turning around to face her.

Bella froze as I swept her into my arms. But then she regained her composure, smiling widely. "Can you guess yet?" She asked kiddingly.

"An angel." I murmured, holding her closer.

She laughed. "Right. Stop looking in the mirror, and tell me my name."

"Bella." I whispered. "My angel."

"Thank you." She spoke softly, and I smiled gently. I placed a small kiss on her forehead.

"Angels live forever." I told her. In my heart, I wanted to add.

"Right. Then I'm a vampire." She scowled.

I chuckled. "No, that would be me."

She paused, thinking. "We can both be vampires together."

I nodded. "Or we can both be angels." I spoke in her delicate ear.

"No, I want to be a vampire." She was stubborn about this. "Vampires have super powers." She grinned, and I did so in response.

"Fine. I love you, my vampire angel." I relented, kissing her fully on the lips.

BellaPov

I watched his muscular chest rise and fall, rise and fall. His lips parted, and he let out a soft snore. I smiled, and I brought the blanket over us closer. Edward moaned, tossing restlessly. I held still, not wanting to wake him. Suddenly he rolled over, and he was on top of me. Oh shoot.

His body pinned mine down, and I couldn't move, even if I wanted to- which I didn't. I could feel every outline of his body on my own, and I shuddered. His arms around me tightened in response. I wasn't sure what to do. I could hold still and hope not to wake him. Or I could respond. He ducked his head, leaning it against my farther shoulder, stretching his neck infront of my face. I leaned against it, placing my lips on his throat. I slowly gave little kisses along his jaw. He gripped my waist tighter, and I smiled against his pale skin.

My eyelids felt heavy after a while. I was tired. Today had been a long day. But so worthwhile. I met Edward, my angel. Though he did look rather dark. Like a vampire.

"Goodnight, my vampire." I muttered to him, although I knew he couldn't hear me.

And as I faded into unconscousness, I could've sworn he said, "I love you, my vampire angel."

Everything went black.

Hey everybody. Like it? Hate it? LOVE it? Please. I felt like it was kind of short, so I threw in Bella's pov. I AM NOT CONTINUING THE STORY IN HER POINT OF VIEW! Don't worry. It will be an occasional thing. I just felt like you guys deserved it. Besides, Edward's so cute when he's sleeping. :)

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-Belmo