AN: I know I know, last chapter was weird and yes, it was on purpose lol Just bear with me please, there's a reason for all of this.

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Disclaimer: Twilight Saga belongs to Stephanie Meyer. All characters belong to her as well, I just like playing with them ;)

Chapter 4

I had always liked the sun. The way it warms up everything, down to your toes. I remember those summer days with my family on vacation, at the beach or at a fair. The rays of warmth showering me in warmth, so much that you can't help but smile. I would close my eyes, head up to the sky and soak up everything I could get. That's how I felt when I dreamt of Isabella. I got this warm feeling, like I was being wrapped in the warmest, coziest blanket in the world. I sound like a fucking pussy but I don't care. I hold on to it as long as I can because before I know it I'm back to my stark reality of cold, rainy Forks and an even colder house and bed.

That's where I find myself right now, except I'm on the couch. I'm a little confused for a moment but then realization of how I got here comes to me and I'm off the couch faster than I can handle right now. I listen for any sign of her before I start my search but here nothing for a while. I search down stairs first, not trying to make any sounds to startle her, where ever she might be. That's when I hear it, my piano. I take the stairs up to the room I keep my piano. The music gets a bit louder, the closer I get. The doors are ajar so I just stand in the doorway a bit, taking this in.

It's her, she's playing my piano. The piece she is playing is unrecognizable, maybe something she made up. It's varying tones and dips and turns. I watch her as her bare shoulders move with every key she touches, bones and muscle move under her skin that almost glows from the moonlight shinning on her. Her dark hair moving slightly as it hangs down her right shoulder and back, leaving the left exposed. She took the blanket I gave her but it's fallen from her and bunched around her waist. I find myself walking to her on my body's own accord, listening to her soulful song. I watch as her body moves along with the music, yet she is sitting on the bench. Her head moves as well as the rest of her sway back and forth, back and forth as she pours herself into this song. When I reach her, I slowly sit down on the bench and watch her still. I don't even think she notices me.

The observation of her up close is even more remarkable. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is slightly parted. Her forehead is creased, like she's concentrating. Her head is leaned back a bit as if her head is too heavy to hold up. Now I know, this look is not of concentration but of pain and sadness. I know about that all too well. She continues to play and I continue to watch and listen. I listen to her pain and her sorrows and some happiness. When she finally trails off into the softest note, she slowly opens her eyes. She looks over at me and I at her. We stare at each other for a bit before I speak. "What was that?"

"A song." She says before turning back to the piano, practically dismissing me.

Her nonchalance is a little irritating. "I know it's a song. But it's not just a song, I can tell."

She plays the piano, playing different quirky songs and looking at anything but me. She says nothing, humming along as if I'm not there. That is irritating me more. "Are you going to tell me why you're here? Or who you are?" She continues to play, a little faster this time. I am usually a patient person but for some reason she pushes my buttons like no one I have ever known.

"Will you please stop playing the piano?" I say a bit harshly, abruptly ending her songs by grabbing her hands. She jumps a bit, her body stiff and I immediately drop her hands. "I'm sorry.. I don't know why I did that." I sigh as I get up and pinch the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes. She mumbles a quiet acceptance of my apology and I turn to look at her. I realize she's still uncovered by the cover around her waist. I look away, blushing a little but she makes no move to cover herself.

"It's not like you haven't seen it all before." She says, a hint of amusement in her voice. I'm still trying to be a gentleman but she's about to make me lose my mind with just a few words. "It's not like it'll be the last time either." She says even quieter.

I look at her then, forgetting about manners and nudity. "What the hell does that supposed to mean?" I ask, eying her.

She looks back at me, challenging me and I walk up to her. Her gaze follows my every move as I stand in front of her.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask a bit rougher that I thought. She isn't fazed, only looks back at me.

"It means that it's not the last time it's going to happen. I know you remember that night. You can't deny it."

"Who says I was denying it? Hell yeah I remember, how could I forget?" I ask incredulously.

She has this funny look like she's holding back something. I keep my eyes on hers as she speaks quietly. "You weren't supposed to. No one is ever supposed to. I knew you were different as soon as I heard about you but I had to see for myself..."

I squint my eyes at her. "What the hell are you talking about? You planned this? Look if you want something from me, just say it. Don't string me along with some bullshit so you can take whatever you want from me. Tell me right now, who are you and what do you want from me?" I'm nipping this shit in the bud right now.

She stays quiet for a minute and I shake my head, making my suspicions clear now. "Get out." I tell her.

Her eyes grow wide and she shakes her head a bit. "Wait. I have a reason for being here." She says hesitantly.

I look at her to hear her explanation. "We are destined to be together. It's in the prophecy."

I am completely stunned right now. And when she opens her mouth again I really don't know what to say.

"I know we are supposed to be together because you are my mate."

AN: *gasps dramatically* lol :P

I know, it's short and yeah, I left a clifie BUT I updated way earlier than I thought I would. It's not going to be a regular thing but I'm thinking next chapter will be longer, explaining the prophecy and whatnot. No, Bella is not crazy and I will explain why next chapter :)

Thanks for reading and don't forget to review, I actually like constructive criticism.

~TwilightVirtuosa~