Hi guys, sorry it's been so long! I have been so busy! I am writing from a winter wonderland – totally snowed in here! Haha all good for now though!

Thanks to biddy429 and TOPAZHEAT for their help! This chapter will be re-uploaded when Topazheart has finished her NaNo! She has the patients of a saint for writing for a month solid – I couldn't do it!

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Previously:

Bella bolts up and gasps for breath, looking around her frantically. She finally locks eyes with me. "Help!" she breathes, her eyes full of fear. Her heart rockets but her lungs struggle to move. Before I can do anything to help, Bella flops back on the sofa.

Alice stands at the opposite end of the room but doesn't say anything. I don't know what is real anymore and I can't stand around doing nothing. It's not supposed to be real but I can hear her heart faltering. If this is all Henry's doing, then he is killing the girl I love and suddenly I feel my anger tinge through me like wild fire.

"Stop this!" I roar as I get up. "Stop this now, Henry! You have had your games, you have shown what you can do but it's enough now! Just stop it and leave Bella alone!"

Bella's heart falters even more and when she starts shaking violently on the sofa, I see red.

Chapter Fifteen
Possession

Henry POV

I just wanted him to remember me. All I had been waiting for was Edward to know that I existed. But all these years he had never even mentioned my name out loud to anyone. I sat and watched him all day every day. I followed him every day from the day I died, I watched him change and turned cold, and every day since. But all this time he never knew I was there, he had forgotten me, his twin brother.

Sometimes I would wonder if he knew I was actually there. When I would smash glasses out of anger, I would see him turn with a look of wonder on his face and a glint in his eye, and I would always think, just for a second, that he knew I was nearby. But instead, he would shake his head or shrug it off. Over the years he made me feel sad and angry and over the years, when I was mad, I broke his toys; all those shiny disks that he loved to listen to. I smiled when he got mad at his new brothers, blaming them when his toys were broken, when it was me that had done it.

I liked watching them be mad at each other; they fought with each other because I made it that way. I wanted them to be mad at each other because they made me mad. They were taking my brother away from me. He loved them more than he loved me.

When the girl with magic eyes saw me, I was excited. She could tell my brother that I was here, but I was so excited that I couldn't speak, and I couldn't tell her who I was. Then I overheard Edward speak about her and it made me real angry. I wanted her to go away then; I wanted her to never see my brother again. He was mine – not hers! I couldn't let her take him away too. He said he loved her. But he still didn't love me.

Edward POV

I was losing her, and I didn't know what to do about it. I kept pushing down on Bella's heart but it shuddered under the weight of my iron hands. I blew air into her lungs, but her body just stayed limp on the sofa.

"Change her," Alice whispered in my ear. "It's the only way to save her."

For a split second I stopped CPR and stared at Alice in horror. I looked away quickly and continued my efforts to get Bella's heart working on its own.

"Don't be absurd," I retorted, gritting my teeth in anger. How could I possibly do such thing? It was not even in the question. It was monstrous. I would never choose this life, and I would not inflict it upon another.

"We are going to lose her," Alice said gently, but I heard the strain in her voice. "You have two choices: let her go, or change her."

I saw many different visions from Alice's mind. Some of which Bella was lying in my arms - dead, and the rest of the family were discussing what to do now. Others were of Bella alive, but like me: cold, pale but with red eyes. She was a predator. No longer human.

"It's not an option." I pushed Alice's visions out of my head and continued to bring Bella back to life.

Although it had only been seconds, it felt like hours. The colour was slowly ebbing out of Bella's beautiful face; her lips are changing from a healthy pink to a deathly blue, her skin changed to a deathly grey. After my sixth attempt of reviving her, my hope dwindled fast; she was floating away from me, I was losing her.

"Henry," I begged hopelessly. "Please. Please. Just stop!" I had never felt so broken in all my years. I had never felt so human either; I never knew what it was like to love someone so much. And I knew that if the worst happened, then I wouldn't stick around much longer after. I knew I had to be with her for the rest of her life, but her life was slipping away under my fingers, and my life would fall with hers.

Alice POV

Watching Edward hopelessly carry out CPR on Bella was heart breaking. She had only been in our lives so briefly, yet if felt as if we had known her forever. I felt drawn to Bella, like we had a connection and to lose her now would have been like losing family.

I saw many futures, all of which orientated around Bella's fate. Unfortunately, however, none of them seemed to have Bella alive and human.

"Change her," I told Edward with determination, as I felt it was the best hope. "It's the only way to save her." I heard the sadness in my voice as I knew his answer already. Stopping CPR, Edward turned to me with venom in his eyes.

"Don't be absurd," he spat as he turned his back to me. I looked away, biting my lip, keeping my emotions in. I knew we are going to lose her, but I couldn't force him. Edward needed to make the decision on his own.

"You will lose her," I said bluntly. "You have two choices: let her go, or change her." Edward's back stiffened as I laid out his options.

"It's not an option," he whispered, controlling his frustration.

We could both hear how Bella's heart and lungs were struggling. And we both knew that Edward was doing all the work, her organs were simply not strong enough to keep working on their own. It was all so horrible, there was really nothing wrong with Bella, we all know this, it was all connected to Edward's brother. However, not being able to see or hear Henry meant it was impossible to communicate with him. If Henry didn't stop soon, it was going to be too late. I had already seen the outcomes, and it was not only Bella we were going to lose.

"Henry," Edward begged, his voice broken. "Please. Please. Just stop!" Uselessly, I looked around. The room was no longer shaking; there is not a sound other than the sound of Bella's struggling heart trying to beat.

Suddenly, as I took a step back from the sofa, away from Bella and Edward, I felt as if my body was being bathed in ice. I felt much colder than normal, and a violent shudder ripped through me.

Despite not needing air, I gasped. My eyes flew open and my head felt light. I felt strange and my arms tingled.

Before I could do anything, I found myself shouting, "Get her out!" I could feel the shock on my face and Edward's head turned to me, with a question on his lips.

"Get her out," I yelled again out of my control. "I can stop him, but you need to get her out! Now!"

At the same time both Edward and I seemed to know what was happening. He scooped Bella up in his arms and he was all but a blur as he ran out of the house with Bella limp in his arms. As the door slammed in his wake, the windows started to rattle from all over the house. I heard things smash, pots and pans clatter and the keys of the piano sounded as if they are being banged. It began to get windy inside and doors started banging.

I turned on the spot but I couldn't see the origin; the noise was coming from all directions.

"Henry, stop!" I yelled out of my free will. "Just stop, please. It is not Bella's fault, nor is it Edwards! If you love him you have to stop."

My body moved without my permission and turned towards the piano. For a brief second I saw nothing, and then suddenly, out of know where, a little boy appeared. My hand flew to my mouth, and I gasped in shock.

"Henry," I whispered on my own free will this time. The boy looked at me and that was when everything in the room became still. The little boy was a miniature vision of Edward, albeit younger, there was no mistaking the likeness between them. His hair was not the same colour as Edwards, however, but that may be have down to the fact that as children grow into adulthood their hair does on occasion change colour through the years. As I took in the sight of the little boy, I noticed that everything else was virtually the same apart from the colour of his eyes. Edwards were a honey gold but this boy's eyes were a mesmerising green. This must have been what Edward looked like when he was human.

Without him having to say anything using my voice, I know that Ryan, who was using my energy and voice, wanted me to speak to Henry for myself.

"Henry, you know who I am." It was not a question. Henry nodded his head, but revulsion formed in his eyes. "I am not here to replace you as Edward's sibling. Neither of us are here to replace you as Edward's family. You have to understand that Edward didn't choose to forget you, it's just what happens when we...change."

He had seen the way we live, but it was hard talking about being a vampire with a child.

"When we turn, our memories, our human memories, begin to fade over time..." I paused, seeing if he was taking any of it in. He looked open to listen, but he looked so vulnerable standing opposite me wearing only a blue one piece pyjama sleep suit. "After I changed, I woke up alone. And do you know what?" Henry shook his head. "I didn't remember anything of my human life. I didn't remember if I have brothers or sisters, I didn't remember what my mom looked liked...I didn't remember anything. Edward was lucky, he had at least some memories to hold on to – I had nothing." Henry looked away from me, looking sad, but he didn't say anything so I went on, "When Edward woke up the night he was changed, he had someone, someone who guided him through the change. To begin with he didn't have much humanity in him – he wasn't the Edward you knew and loved, he had changed, he was no longer human. Over time, though, he started to remember things, but my guess is that, he only remembered the past few years of his life, and because you died when you were both five, those memories had slipped from his mind. It only takes a second to forget things, and as time went on, everything from his childhood faded from his mind, and therefore, you too."

Tears swirled in those green eyes, and I felt as if I had made it worse. "I'm sorry, Henry, I am," I whispered. "But you have to understand that it's not Edward's fault. If he knew you existed, if he had known that you were still around, then he would have done what he could to talk to you, to help you in any way he could. You watched him all these years; you know that he is a good person."

Henry looked towards the front door, where Edward had run through, then looked back to me. Nodding his head in agreement, he said, "I didn't mean to..." His voice was apologetic then he disappears from the room before I can stop him.

"He's just a kid," Ryan said through me. "He doesn't understand. He will be back when he has had time to think. Bella will be safe; I will make sure of it. I will speak to Henry."

Sorry for the intrusion into your body...it was the only way... I heard Ryan's unspoken words in my head.

I felt all strange again, and ice rippled through me. "Thanks..." I shivered as the feeling went left me when Ryan's thoughts disappeared out my mind. That was the strangest feeling in the world. A ghost possession was not something I thought I would ever go through, but it was nothing like I imagined.

Edward POV

Any hope that I had in saving Bella seemed to be slipping away now, but I refused to give up. I couldn't. I continued CPR until I heard Alice gasp in shock.

"Get her out!" she yelled. Out of confusion I turned around to see her stand by me, looking just as shocked as I was confused. Her brain was clouded with thoughts, thoughts that were not just hers.

Weird...

...didn't think it would work...

...what on earth is going on...?

...awesome, I'm a chick...!

...What the...

Two different thoughts were jumbled in Alice's mind. My own mind seemed to be slow as I didn't understand what was happening until Alice spoke again, "Get her out," she yelled at me. I began to realise what was happening but it was so hard to process that I didn't move right away. "I can stop him, but you need to get her out of here."

I didn't need to be told again; I scooped Bella up in my arms and darted out the house without a seconds thought. I ran across the yard and without thinking I jumped the river. Running past the trees I started to slow down so I could check on Bella.

I stopped by a fallen log and sat down, settling Bella carefully on my knee. I kept her cradled to my chest. I listened for a few seconds, letting my heightened senses assess to see if Bella's organs were back to working on their own. To my relief, both her lungs and heart seemed to be working perfectly now that we are away from the house – away from my brother.

I tried to push my racing thoughts to the back of my mind. I needed time to think this whole situation through, but Bella came first. While I waited patiently for Bella to regain consciousness, I watched as her colour slowly returned to normal. Those last few minutes were torture, now it was all over it all seemed surreal.

All my years as a creature that existed only in fiction stories, I couldn't get my head around what had happened before my eyes. A ghost made her so sick? So sick that if it were completely different circumstances she would be dead. At least it showed me that that I would do anything for Bella. At least it made me realise that I loved her so much that I would rather die too than be without her.

Just as I was starting to worry that she has not come around, I felt movement in my arms. I traced her cheek with the back of my finger, and Bella's eyes fluttered open.

I gazed into her beautiful chocolate eyes I said, "Hi."

I saw the confusion in her eyes, but a smile spread on her face. "Hey," she murmured back. "What happened?"

Bella POV

Opening my eyes my mind went blank. I felt rather disoriented, but the first thing I saw was a breathtaking smile. I blinked a few times to clear my vision when I heard the most beautiful sound in the world.

"Hi," Edward whispered softly.

"Hey," I replied feeling confused. Without having to move my head, I knew I was no longer in the Cullen living room. I knew I was in outside but other than that I didn't have a clue. "What happened?"

I tried to sit up but my body felt stiff, so Edward helped me into a sitting position on his knee. I looked around to see where we are but it confused me further. "Did you grow a forest in your living room?" I asked sheepishly. I felt Edward chuckle silently as he hugged me to his chest.

"Not quite," he replied. "Long story." He rubbed my shoulder as I shiver a little. "I'll take you back and I will explain."

"No, that's okay, let's stay for a while," I said. "But you can still fill me in. I am quite curious to hear why we ended up here."

"Well, you got sick again," Edward explained. "Very sick. You were conscious for some of it, but I don't know how much you remember. Henry...my brother, was mad, and like before he made you ill. You...it..." Edward couldn't seem to find the words to go on, although I can guess what he is going to say.

"It was like before," I said, nodding as I began to remember. "I deteriorated quickly and it looked as though I was going to die. I remember you wanting to take me to hospital, but that wouldn't have made a difference." I sighed. "I have never come across a ghost this powerful." Edward looked away uncomfortable. "I'm so sorry, Edward. I wish I could say something to help you understand, but I can't. I have no idea what you must be going through but I do know that it's not your fault that you forgot about your brother, and it's not Henry's fault that he caused all this. When spirits are angry, they tend to lose control of their emotions and what they do is to relieve their anger. Henry is five years old, he has been around for a long time, and I would be the same if I were him – angry, frustrated and doing anything to get attention."

The longer spirits were around the more powerful they got but also the angrier they got. Living in a world where no one can see you, where no one can hear you, you have to do something, anything, to get their attention. Anger is at the edge of it all; angry was what fuelled the rumours about ghosts being real, as when a spirit is angry they end up throwing furniture around, smashing things and the like. Henry was old, hence how powerful he had become.

"He hurt you," Edward said stiffly. "He almost killed you!"

I shook my head and closed my eyes. "No he didn't," I insisted, but I felt as if I were lying. "He didn't mean to. It's not his fault." I was not sure if that was true or not but it wouldn't help Edward if I told him that his twin brother purposely hurt me. Some spirits deliberately cause people pain, but sometimes they don't mean to go so far. Sometimes it will get out of control and after that they can't control it.

"I don't know what I would have done if..."

"I am okay now," I reminded him, pointing to myself. "Let's forget about it for now. Let's focus on helping Henry. I think it's about time he has peace and goes into The Light." A question crosses my mind. "Wait, how did I get better?"

"That brings us back to your earlier question; how you got here." Edward hesitated. "How much do you know about ghost possession?"

I took a moment to think. "Um, a little...what happened?"

"Your friend Ryan saved your life," said Edward with sincere gratefulness in his voice. "He...used Alice's body to communicate with us. Alice was aware the whole time but when she spoke I knew it wasn't her. I could hear Ryan's thoughts, but I could also hear Alice's. It was the most bizarre thing I have ever seen and heard. I have never seen anything like it - it was...mind-blowing to watch, but I didn't have time to analyse it, I was too busy trying to get you out."

"Ryan..." I whispered. "Wow. He must have used so much energy to possess Alice. I have seen it before, but these ghosts ere very powerful – much like Henry..." Both our eyes met and somehow I knew what Edward is thinking.

"You have to talk to him...he has to talk to you. I can see the reluctance in your eyes, but it's the only way to help you both. It's been a shock for you, but right now your brother needs you, and I think you need him." I didn't give him a chance to answer as I got up from his lap. I swayed a little when I was on my feet, then I stopped dead in my tracks when I see what was attached to my arm.

Edward was by my side instantly and rubbed my shoulder to get my attention. "Bella? What is it? What's wrong?" he asked anxiously.

I looked up at him with horror on my face. "Why do I have a needle attached to my arm?"

Edward's lips twitched then he burst out laughing. "You needed pain meds and Carlisle drew blood," he smirked. "Not afraid of needles are we?"

I cast my mind back to Tuesday when the nurse was taking out the needle in my arm. I felt sick the entire time. I didn't tell Edward that but nod weakly.

"I'll take it out when we get back," he reassured me, grinning. "Let's go."

He unconsciously offered his hand. I was about to take it when I froze again, staring at his shirt. I felt the colour fade from my face and my eyes widened.

"Is that my blood?" I said faintly.

Edward looked down at his blood stained shirt. "Yeah, I didn't get a chance to change, sorry."

"You're sorry? I...blood...you...I hope..." I stuttered over my words not sure what to say but he seemed to get what I mean.

"No, it didn't affect me," he said quickly. "Which was the oddest thing, as your blood smells so...I was under control though."

"What a day this has turned out to be," I muttered as I took Edward's hand.

When we reached the large river that the Cullen house overlooks, Edward looked down at me with a huge grin spread over his face.

"We have two options," he said trying not to laugh. "We could waddle through it, or you can get on my back and I can jump over."

"Jump over?"

"Jump, leap...bound - all words mean the same," he said still smiling. I raised my eyebrows. "Get on my back and I will show you."

I didn't move and inch. "No way!"

"Okay, well hopefully we don't get too wet then." Edward shrugged trying to look serious. "Maybe Alice can rustle up some dry clothes for you after."

I chewed on my lip. "Don't you have a bridge or something?" Normal people would.

"Nope. We don't need bridges when there is a more fun way to get across the river," he said. "So what is it to be, do we jump or swim?"

My instincts to me to go with anything but the most dangerous way, but I knew he would never forget it. "Just don't drop me," I sighed in defeat.

Edward laughed out loud. "I'll try." He took my hand and led me a few yards backwards. "Get on my back," He lowered a little enable me to climb onto his back. Feeling ridiculous, I climbed on his back and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Ready?"

I closed my eyes tight and laid my head on his cool shoulder. "Mmm," I whispered. My finger clutched Edward's t-shirt as I held on tight. I waited for him to run, but nothing seemed to happen.

"You can let go now," Edward said softly. I opened my eyes slowly. I lifted my head up and looked around. My eyebrows furrowed – the river was now behind us.

"Huh. That wasn't so bad," I said casually. Loosening my grip on Edward's t-shirt, I slid to the ground.

Edward turned, still smiling. "Beats wading through the murky water," he said. "Next time we can go for a run, you need to experience the exhilaration we feel when running full speed, with nothing but running into trees to worry about."

The look on my face must have said everything. Edward shook his head in laugher. "Kidding!" He took my hand still laughing. "Are you always this gullible, or is this a recent trait?"

I scowled at him. "Have you always been this smug, or is this a recent trait?"

"He's always been that smug," said Alice appearing in front of me. "Edward, before you enter, you may want to take off your shirt."

I cocked my eyebrow in surprised confusion.

"The blood," Alice explained. "I cleaned the living room spotless, but Edward's shirt is still covered."

I felt myself tinge red. "Sorry, you shouldn't have had to do that. I would have..."

Alice waved me off. "Don't worry about it," she said lightly.

I bit my lip as I knew that it couldn't have been easy for them to be around me, and even worse that I was vomiting blood in their living room. I had not had time to think about the implications with being around Edward and his family, at least not properly anyway. When it had crossed my mind, the most obvious solution seemed to be the only solution; never to see Edward again. That would keep me out of danger, and Edward and the others out of temptation. But leaving Edward was not even something I wanted to consider. He was in my life now and I didn't want to have a day go by without seeing him.

The smell of fire reached my nose. Sniffing, I whipped round to see a small fire on the lawn, with Edwards shirt in the middle of it. Edward stood over the fire with his back to me.

"You don't have a washing machine?" I asked nonchalantly.

Turning round, Edward gave a small smile. "Your scent's very powerful," he told me, but I barely heard a word. My eyes slipped from Edward's eyes all the way down to his bare chest. I seemed to have been frozen as I took in his muscular lean, pale white body. My heart skipped a few beats and my face turned scarlet, I knew that he was watching me, so I quickly lowered my eyes and stared at the fire instead.

Next to me I heard Alice giggle but to my relief she didn't say anything.

"Carlisle is back," Edward said to relieve me from the burning embarrassment. "Alice told him what happened and he's full of questions and he is really disappointed that he missed the whole...Ryan thing."

"So am I." I got back on track of today's events. "I wish I could have seen it."

"Well I felt it, and it was beyond creepy," Alice said, faking a shiver. "Kind of cool though."

"Fascinating," Edward agreed. "I can't believe I saw it with my own eyes."

It was a learning curve for both of us. Edward was leaning about things he didn't think existed, and vice versa.

We arrived back at the house and everyone was waiting for us. As soon as I stepped through the front door, the stench of bleach poisoned my nostrils. I wrinkled my nose as I walked further into the living room. I realised then that it was a necessary precaution to get rid of any evidence of my blood, and I began to feel guilty again.

As I sat down next to Edward, Emmett wolf whistled at the pair of us. "What were you two up to?" He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. "Already got his shirt off for you, Bella. Well, that's certainly a first."

Edward glared at his brother but refrained himself from saying anything.

"What?" Emmett asked innocently. "I was just saying it was about time..."

"Emmett," Esme cut him off. "Please be quiet. Thank you."

I tried not to look anyone in the eye, and that was when I spotted a black medical bag on the floor by Carlisle's feet. I looked up from the bag and met Carlisle's eyes. He smiled apologetic. "Do you mind?"

I suppressed my groan and forced a smile. I felt fine, but if it were please Carlisle to have a look at me then I may as well of let him. However, as he opened his bag, I felt everyone staring at me. I blushed, I felt like a fish in a tiny bowl with nowhere to hide.

"Why don't we go to my office, much more appropriate," Carlisle said to my relief. I nodded once and got up but I notice that Edward didn't move. I didn't want to ask him to come with me, but I would have felt much better if he were by my side.

Thankfully I didn't have to say anything. "I'm right behind you," he said. "I need a shirt anyway."

"Aww Eddiekins, we love seeing your sexy body! It's such a pretty sight," Emmett mocked.

"Be any gayer, Emmett, and next thing you know you will be sitting down to pee," Rosalie muttered.

Edward and Carlisle led the way up the large stair case. We heard Emmett's retort before we reach the first landing: "Jokes on you cause I don't pee anyway. So ha!"

"Our family is pretty dysfunctional, Bella, but you will get used to it," Carlisle said as he led us through a hall way. I was too busy taking in the massive house to reply. The walls were neutral, but there was art on every piece of wall. Beautiful, expensive paintings that were of many different things. I didn't recognise any of them, but they all looked very old.

"You have such a beautiful house," I uttered as we walked past more doors.

"Was it what you expected?" Edward asked.

"I...yeah...well, no," I admitted. Carlisle and Edward chuckled as we came to the end of a hall where a huge, very ancient, cross stood.

"Here we are." Carlisle opened the door to the left and held it open for us to step in. The room was large, with a stunningly polished mahogany desk opposite where we stood. There were shelves filled with huge volumes on the remaining walls and behind us was the wall was dedicated with yet more beautiful paintings.

"Take a seat," Carlisle said pulling out a guest chair on the opposite side of his own leather chair. I took a seat and Edward sat next to me. It felt very formal, but for some reason I preferred it that way.

"It's been quite a day for you...for you both," he began. "How are you feeling now?"

I took a second to think as I had not had a minute to myself since I woke up, and I needed to analyse everything that had happened, what I had been through and how I really felt. "I actually feel fine," I replied, and even to my ears I sounded surprised. "A little tired, but otherwise great."

Carlisle didn't take notes like I half expected him too, but I had a feeling he didn't need pen and paper to remember anything.

"You will be tired; you lost a lot of fluid. I can still give you saline as I have some now," Carlisle said pointing to his black bag he placed on the floor by the desk. I shook my head as the last thing I wanted was to be on a drip. "Okay then, if you're sure. Can I still examine you? I could start by taking your blood pressure and then perhaps some more bloods?"

I involuntary made a face.

"Don't worry, you won't have to be pricked with a needle again, as you still have a cannula in so I can draw it from there." The doctor produced a few small vials from his bag. "I just want to compare your blood now with the blood I drew when you were showing the symptoms of TB."

"Wouldn't it have been picked up from the blood tests on Tuesday?" Edward asked.

"Not necessarily, but I am not testing for TB as I highly doubt there would be any traces of the disease, as technically it wasn't in her body. I do, however, want to look at the smaller changes – the white blood cells and the likes." Carlisle prepared the needle and I gulped.

"You won't feel anything," Edward whispered. "Just look away."

I nodded and followed his instruction. I got distracted by looking into Edward's eyes, thinking about the blur that had been these past few days. Everything had gone so fast; Edward and I, Henry, being ill. I had been so distracted that I had hardly had time to think about my mom. For the past few weeks I was so consumed by grief that I didn't realise that I had neglected my life. Now everything was falling into place, but it was still so complicated and incomplete. I wanted to be with Edward; he made me feel safe. Except I had only known him less than a week. How could I know I wanted something so badly in just a few days? There were so many barriers between us, yet I had never felt so close with anyone. We were like two pieces of a puzzle; we fit naturally. Being separated meant a huge gap. And I for one didn't need any more holes in my life.

"What are you thinking about?" Edwards's soft voice brought me out of my day dream. I blinked a few times while I came back to reality. To my delight I turned to see my arm free of the needle.

"That was quick," I murmured. I rubbed my arm but there wasn't even a bruise there. On the table was the sloshly dark red liquid that Carlisle drew from my arm and I began to get a little queasy so I looked away.

"Don't tell me you have a blood phobia as well?" Edward asked with amusement in his voice.

I looked out the window to avoid his gaze. "No," I lied.

"You were fine with the blood on the shirt," Edward said.

"That was different – it was dried in and I pretended it was paint."

Edward laughed softly. "Oh the irony," he muttered.

"Quite," Carlisle agreed. "May I check your BP, Bella? I can hear your heartbeat and it's within normal range but I just want to manually check everything else is in working order."

"Feel free," I said as I lift up my sleeve. "How come you were covered in blood but my cardigan didn't even get a single drop?"

"You aimed well," Edward replied with a smirk. Carlisle attached a blood pressure cuff to my left arm and squeezed on the pump.

"So, ghost possession – is that something you have seen before?" Carlisle asked conversationally.

"It's not a common thing, or at least not to my knowledge, but yes, I have seen it before," I replied as the cuff got tighter on my arm. "I would have liked to have seen what happened to Alice, though. It's fascinating that she was still aware the whole time." Normally humans that had been taking over by spirits don't remember a thing. Or least not straight away. But being aware the whole time was something else altogether.

"It is unusual for someone to go through something like that and remember?" Carlisle asked, fascinated. He finished up with my blood pressure, but again didn't make note of the reading. "Everything is back to normal," he added. "Much better than before."

"Thanks," I said. "And to answer your question – yes, it's very unusual for someone to be aware the whole time...but I suppose it's not surprising as Alice is not your average hum...Ryan." I jumped out of my chair as did Edward and Carlisle out of alarm. Ryan walked around Carlisle's desk and lingered by the mind-blowing book collection that lined every shelf.

"Good to see you looking well," Ryan said causally. "You looked awful before."

"He's here now? Ryan?" Edward asked looking around the room.

"Yeah, over by the bookcases," I whispered nodding towards him.

"Is Henry with him?" Carlisle edged away from the desk towards the bookcase but the wrong one.

"No, I can't see him," I said. "What happened?" Ryan turned from the books and shrugged.

"I don't even know how I did it," he said. "I knew I had to stop Henry somehow, but I knew it was next to impossible – or at least so I thought." Ryan smiled. "It was easier than I thought. One minute I was floating around the room and the next I thought to myself "I'll use the psychic – she is the best chance I have" and I was right. Her brain was wired different than humans. Just like your brain, it has to be different from the average human." I felt myself blush but tried not to take offense. "Not in a bad way...you know what I mean. Anyways, I knew that if I couldn't take control of the pixie then I would have to watch you suffer more and before I knew it, I was in the pixies body and was taking over her voice...movements...it was so weird but the coolest thing in the world." Ryan laughed. "And who knew that being a chick would be cool?"

I shook my head in amazement as he had no idea what he had just done. He didn't realise how powerful he had become to do such thing. "Ryan, it wasn't just cool, it was incredible. To take control over such a powerful body such as Alice's is not something any spirit could do." I caught his gaze. "Thank you, Ryan. You must have really wanted to stop Henry; otherwise I might still be sick."

"What is he saying?" Edward asked on edge. "Can you thank him for me too?"

"He can hear you," I reminded him. "He was just telling me that he wanted to stop Henry and it found it easier to do than he thought. He found himself wanting to use Alice and that's what he did."

"How did it feel for...?" Carlisle paused. "How did it feel for you, Ryan?"

I smiled as I liked when humans portray their own questions to spirits, as it meant they really believed and they didn't think I was mad.

Ryan looked a little surprised but answered anyway. "Like I said it was cool. Although it was strange. I had a body...almost. I could communicate with Edward, but also at the same time I could speak to Alice without words...we knew what we were thinking even though words weren't being spoken."

"As far as I know, that doesn't happen with normal possessions...but then again humans are not as strong as Alice, and their mind works differently." I tried and re-call what the humans remember after supposedly being possessed, but none of them can re-call the connection. They only know what others have told them; otherwise it was a blank period in their life.

"Why do you think Alice remembers? And how was she aware the whole time?" Edward asked the air and I assumed it was a question for Ryan.

Ryan smirked at Edward then glanced at me. "I think a lot of it has to do with Alice as a person. She is psychic, right?" I nodded to confirm. "She sees things other's don't...you see things that others don't. If I were to possess you, it would be different than if I were to possess one of the others...but maybe not the mind reader as he reads everyone's mind and if I were in control of him then it would be an acceptation."

"What did he say?" Carlisle enquired enthusiastically. I couldn't help but think that Ryan talked too much as that was a lot to translate.

I took a deep breath as I tried to process Ryan's theory on possession, and what if felt like for him.

"Apart from being "cool" Ryan said it was as weird for him as it was Alice. He says he felt like they had become one, as if they could read each other's thoughts without having to say them in their head. Edward can't hear ghost's thoughts, but when Ryan became a part of Alice, he could hear what Ryan was thinking at the time as Alice's thought. Ryan also wonders if the fact that Alice's mind is...different, much like mine, then would it be a different feeling if he were to possess one of the others." I had no idea if that was making sense, but I was getting the gist of what Ryan was meant. "He has no other experience to compare it with, but he feels that possessing Alice would be different to possess someone whose mind is not as open as her. She sees things that others don't, as do I...and maybe Edward too. We will be more...in tune if a ghost were to possess us." A question crept through my mind. I turned to Edward and asked, "When you and Alice were human, do you know if you had the gifts you have now?"

"I don't remember my human self." Alice appeared in the room without me noticing and perched on the desk. "But it could be possible."

"Edward?"

Edward shook his head. "I don't think so," he said thoughtfully. "I remember more than Alice, but as Carlisle said earlier, he knew me when I human and he would have noticed if I were able to read his mind...I would have freaked out over what he was for one."

Carlisle paced the room, not saying a word. Many thoughts were running through my head, but there was something niggling at me. Only I don't have a clue what it was. It was something Ryan said. But I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Why can't he read your mind?" Ryan asked out of curiosity. I didn't look at him or say anything in reply. I had been wondering that myself, but I supposed it had something to do with what Ryan said – my mind was different than everyone else's. Except Alice had a gift not too dissimilar to mine, they worked differently but they were not on the complete opposite ends of the spectrum, so why could Edward read her mind? Maybe, as I always thought, there was something seriously wrong with my brain and I was wired wrongly...or I was dropped on my head as a child. I considered many theories growing up, the latter a joke between my mom and me, but I could never figure out why I could see ghosts and no one else could. I had no family with "special abilities" and I always wondered why me. The only conclusion I came to was that I had a glitch in my brain. There was no other explanation for it.

As everyone was silent, being lost in through, Ryan continued to ask me questions I didn't want to answer.

"I wonder if your gift would be heighted somehow when...if, you were to be turned into a blood sucker." Ryan made fangs with his fingers and hissed like a snake. I took a lot to ignore him. "Oh, come on! If you have not thought about being one of them, then I will walk into The Light now!" I still didn't answer or even look at him. "I know you have. You are only human and it would be odd if you didn't think about it. Edward is frozen, he will be forever. You on the other hand are human. You will die like the rest of us...them. That horrid saying that teenagers repeat over and over might be true for you – together forever!"

I turned away from him with a scowl on my face. But the truth was he was right. I had thought about it. Only I felt guilty for it to even cross my mind. Everything was jumbled up in my head and I didn't know what to think any more. It was all so fast too soon.

"The pixie said he should change you," Ryan continued. "She said that it was the only way to save you, but..." he paused and I turned to look at him. "He wouldn't. He said it was absurd."

I looked away quickly, only to meet Edward's gaze.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly. I broke eye contact and looked at the floor instead.

"Nothing," I mumbled. He didn't want me to be like him. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life with me. Before Edward could dig further about what was bothering me, Carlisle cleared his throat.

"Ryan, do you think it's possible if you could possess me?"

Everyone stared at Carlisle. Ryan's eyes were wide, disbelieving.

"Carlisle, that is prosperous." Edward stared at his father. "You have no idea what the effects could be."

"Alice is fine," replied Carlisle. "I just want to get the experience for myself. Is he able to?" He looked at me.

"As much as I want too, as it was pretty cool, I don't think I can just do it on command. It takes a lot of energy and it there was a lot of motivation last time...if ghosts could get tired, then I think I would be exhausted."

"Sorry, Carlisle, but Ryan is not up to it. He doesn't have the energy at the moment."

Despite his smile, I could see in his eyes he was disappointed. "No worries, I knew it wouldn't have been easy," he said. "I have to tell you, I have never been so eager to learn this much since my first time at medical school. If you don't mind, Bella, I am going to start some research. On everything from spirits, to possessions, to others with your ability. Have you met anyone else with your gift?"

"Some children can see spirits," I said. "Up until a certain age, they can see and speak to spirits. But they grow up and leave their beliefs behind. They don't seem to remember it, adults don't believe them and in most cases it is put down to imagery friends – like my parents thought to begin with. But I have met two others that have the same gift as me. The gypsy that first told me what I could do could see spirits, but not all the time and believe it or not, a guy I met in the library could see ghosts as well but that's it, no one else I have come across."

"Children can see ghosts?" Carlisle sat down as if was getting overloaded with information but he looked even more fascinated.

"Yeah. Well not all children, just the ones that believe." I realised how Peter Pan that sounded but it was true. "We are all born open minded. But adults stamp it out of children early on as they don't believe what their kids tell them when they have seen their grandpa or next door neighbour and over time the children begin to believe what their parents say and eventually they stop seeing the spirits."

"Maybe that's what happened to you," Alice said. "Maybe you just never stopped believing."

I smile politely as it was a good suggestion. "I have tried to tell myself that they are not real. My parents insisted that they weren't real but they still stayed."

"So much information," Carlisle mused. "Ryan, do you know if there are any children that can see you?" We all looked around the room but we all saw nothing as Ryan had gone.

"He is not here," I whispered as I double check the room. I frowned to myself but didn't question it out loud.

"So much to think about." Carlisle seemed to be thinking out loud to himself. He switched on the laptop that was sitting closed on his desk.

"I better go," I said looking at my watch. I was so tired and I needed time to think. Alice hopped off the desk.

"You go and get a new shirt Edward, and we will meet you down stairs." Alice opened the office door. It was then I realised that Edward was still shirtless! I quickly looked away so I wouldn't embarrass myself further.

"Wait," said Edward. "Do you think it's safe for Bella to be alone?" He looked at Carlisle. "What if Henry comes back?"

"I don't think he will," replied Alice. "He said he was sorry. I don't think he will do it again."

"You don't know that, Alice," Edward argued.

"I will see it if it does!"

Carlisle rolled his eyes at the pair of them. "Look, if it does happen I will be right here," he told Alice and Edward. "I can go to your house Bella, or Edward can bring you here. No matter what time it is, I will be here."

"Okay, let's go," Edward said and followed Alice out the door.

"Bye Bella, see you soon," Carlisle said as I leave the office too. I looked behind me.

"Thank you, for everything!" I closed the door behind me and watched Edward as he went up another flight of stairs.

"Come on, let's go and get some fresh air," Alice said. "You might want to prepare yourself though."

"Why?"

"You're going to introduce Edward to your dad." Alice looked like she was suppression laughter. "You have gone completely pale, Bella. Don't worry; it's not going to be that bad."

My mouth was hanging open so I quickly close it and stumbled my way after Alice through the hall.

"What if I change my mind, will it still happen?"

Alice looked at me. "It might," she said slowly. "But will it be so bad? It's going to happen soon if not tonight. Might as well get it over now, right?"

We reached the bottom of the stairs and I realised that everyone else was gone. "Where is everyone?"

"The bleach was getting overwhelming so they went hunting. They are nearby though," Alice replied.

I groaned. "I sure know how to clear a room." I sighed. "You're right. I suppose I should introduce Edward sooner rather than later. How does Charlie react? I am guessing the Spanish Inquisition?" Being the daughter of a cop was not the easiest thing. I was always safety aware, sometimes a little too much. However, I knew Charlie's view on teenage boys and even though that Edward was nothing like dumbasses he came across through his work, he wouldn't see it that way.

"He will be fine." Alice opened the front door for me and we stepped outside onto the porch. "You're his only daughter – it's his job to worry. But he would rather it was Edward and not one of the other kids from school. He can see Edward has morals."

I took in all this information but I was not sure it was my father she was talking about. I didn't ask further as I had other questions for Alice.

"Can I ask you something?"

Alice eyes me but nodded. "Just remember, though, that we all have excellent hearing."

I bit my lip and considered. I didn't want Edward to hear so I changed my question. "How old are you?" It was lame but I panicked.

Alice laughed for a long while. "I haven't been asked that in years. I believe I am just a few years younger than Edward. He was turned in 1918, and when I woke up alone, it was 1920. Not long before Esme actually."

I tried to keep my face neutral but it was not as old as I was expecting, but at the same time it was still older than my head could wrap round.

"I will tell you our family history one day, maybe we can go for a drive sometime soon."Alice's eyes averted upwards and I sussed her meaning. "You still have that favour to do for that ghost from the hospital, so maybe I can drive you to the nursing home after school tomorrow?"

I nodded gratefully. "Yeah thanks, that would be great." I wanted to speak to her without anyone around.

"Is this a girl's only thing or..." Edward appeared by my side, looking at Alice.

"That's right, girl's only." she had a satisfied smile on her face. Jumping the porch steps she said, "Let's go bro, you don't want to be late for Bella's father."

I wanted to laugh but I was too nervous. I knew that if Edward and I were going to be closer than just friends, then Charlie would have to be informed at some point but I didn't think it would be right then.

"Just give in, Bella," Alice called as she climbed into the Volvo. "You're doing it tonight, so stop trying to change your mind."

I didn't remember making up my mind in the first place. If it wasn't for Alice telling me then I wouldn't have thought about it.

Edward opened the passenger door for me and I got in. "Don't worry, I will tell you what he really thinks." he winked. "I have the upper hand. I know what to say and when to say it." Edward closed my door and was in his seat before I could get my belt over my shoulder. "It will be fine, you'll see."
The engine stirred and Edward did a three point turn so we were facing the correct way.

As we were driving through off the lawn, someone flashed past my window. I almost jumped out of my seat. I cranked my neck back to see who it was.

Noticing my behaviour, Edward slowed the car. "What? Or who?"

I took my belt off and looked behind us. There was no one there so I put my belt back on. "No one, or at least their gone now."

Edward sped up a little while I gazed out of the window. Just as we hit the small road, I saw the ghost that first came to me my first day back in Forks. The woman that had had the least contact with me stood a yard in front of the car at the side of the road. She watched as the car sped nearer towards her. She didn't move or appear in the car, just watched.

I was about to ask Edward to stop, but before I could open my mouth, she vanished. I sighed and sat back in the chair. As we headed towards town, I wondered what she wants. Whatever it was, she sounded urgent at our first encounter, but since then she had hardly made contact with me. I couldn't help her if she didn't speak to me. I had more than enough problems with Henry, Ryan and Alex's ghost to add to my stress load.

My first priority was Henry. I needed to speak to him. Edward needed to speak to him. They both needed to say goodbye. All that angry built up for nearly a century was not healthy. For the dead or the living.

Okay phew! That was a long chapter and again sorry it took so long to get out! November has been such busy month as is next month! Training to be a nurse is hard work! LOL

You may or may not have noticed that I am converting this story from present tense to the past tense. I have done a few chapters already but it's a long process as I need to go back to each chapter and change them all by hand. I hope I did okay with this one!

Good news though, I have chapter 16 done but it is not even been sent to beta's yet! I will try and squeeze a few more chapters out in between studying!

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