[A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I wasn't in the right frame of mind, if I tried to continue in the state I was in the story would be more like

"In which Edward kills Bella, then Charlie before going on a blood-lust fuelled killing spree around Forks until everyone his dead before turning on his own family, murdering them and joining the Volturi so he can torture people and feed his blood lust."

Which wasn't what I was envisioning, so, sorry it's been a while but I wanted to be in the right frame of mind so the story actually went to plan. So, to say sorry, you have an extra long chappy…..OH GOODIE!!! ENJOY!!!]

Chapter Twelve: In Which Edward finds Bella's Journal…again.

It's been many weeks since Edward had last read Bella's Journal, a lot had happened since then and he often thought about searching for it, getting back that bit of insight into Bella's mind, knowing her a little better, knowing her true feelings. But he came to the conclusion that it was rude, not that reading it in the first place wasn't, but he just wanted to know what was happening inside Bella's mind for a change.

It was Prom night and Edward brought Bella home late, about one o'clock in the morning. They kissed on the doorstep before Edward had to let his love go so she could go to bed and he go home and get change before coming back again. Charlie hadn't gone to bed yet but he did as soon as Bella locked the door behind Edward. Bella had a shower, got her pyjamas on, shouted night to Charlie before writing a brief entry into her Journal about her amazing evening and climbing into bed.

Moments later, Edward climbed through the window quietly to avoid waking Charlie in the next room. He crept over to the bed only to find his Beautiful Bella sleeping. She must have been exhausted, after all she did have a very long day – especially when Alice had attacked her for half of the afternoon with make-up for the Prom. He ran his fingers slowly through her hair so that he did not wake her, she needed her sleep after the stresses of her day, he then carefully ran them over her cheekbone as he whispered into her ear "I love you, my beautiful Bella, more than you can possibly ever know."

Bella, who had only one small piece of consciousness left in her before she drifted away into a peaceful slumber, felt Edward's presence beside her and heard what he had said as she mumbled "I love you too Edward, so very much," instinctively moved closer to him, smiling. Edward smiled, pulling her closer to him, and then she lost her fight with the unconscious and drifted away.

Edward smiled as he watched his Bella lay there asleep in his arms. She looked so fragile as she slept, even more delicate than she did when she was awake. He loved watch her breathe; the way her chest rose and fell in a slow, steady motion and the sound of the rhythmic beating of her heart, you could almost dance to it. He hummed softly, her lullaby, not that she would be able to hear him, her ears weren't sensitive enough to be able to hear it, yet it seemed somehow she knew as she drew herself closer to him, if that was even physical possible.

A few hours past, by now Bella would have sleep-talking about Edward leaving her, saying "Edward, please, don't go, not now," or "Edward, no, don't, please, come back," but ever since Bella had found out that Edward was there, watching her, protecting her, her rambling got less and less, especially about Edward leaving, which Edward was pleased about but he missed hearing her speak his name in her sleep. She occasionally would say something like "Edward, I love you," or words to that affect, but he still missed it.

He sat idly in the rocking chair as he did many nights just watching his Bella sleep, but tonight was slightly different. He usually just sat there, occasionally going to her, kissing her cheek softly, moving hair from her face that sort of thing but tonight as he crossed the room, he saw something poking out from underneath Bella's pillow that wasn't usually there and must have been concealed earlier, it was the red, smooth velvet and entwining leaf pattern of the book he so quickly came to adore and so foolishly lost. A mischievous grin slowly spread from one side of his face to another, knowing he finally found what he had not dared to search for. He finally had his equaliser back, his way into Bella's beautiful, unreadable mind.

Bella stirred just as Edward reached his usual seating place, she mumbled, "I'm betting on Alice, always on Alice," before rolling over and resuming her not-so-dreamless sleep. Edward just shook his head, she was obviously still thinking about they were talking about at the Prom, well more like arguing about, she was so stubborn and wouldn't change her mind, Edward eventually let it go but he knew deep down she wouldn't.

Settling back into the rocking chair, he flipped the book open, searching for the first entry he hadn't read. It didn't take him very long to find it.

March 13th 2005

The little sleep I had last night was the best sleep I had had in a while, maybe it was the fact that I knew that Edward was lying next to me, watching and protecting me as I slept. The watching made me a little nervous, I was so embarrassing to know that he could hear me sleep talk, I knew that would come back to haunt me one day. He didn't seem to mind so much, he thought it was quite amusing and he liked that fact that I dreamt of him, that I whispered his name as I slept. I suppose it wasn't so bad if it made him happy.

I woke up in the morning to find hazy light drifting through my window indicating it was going to be another cloudy day in Forks. It felt like last time was a dream, a very good dream, surely it wasn't a dream? I wasn't that imaginative, was I? I was like Edward had answered my thoughts that I knew he couldn't hear, as he so nicely pointed out that my hair looked like a haystack but I couldn't care less then, he had stayed and I was a little over enthusiastic when I pointed that out to him, but he just laughed, telling me that of course he did and that Charlie had left about an hour ago, after reattaching the cables to my car battery after thinking I was going to sneak out last night. Seriously, talk about paranoid.

I told him I needed a human minutes and I got on with my daily, morning routine before coming back in, noticing he had left. I questioned him and he told me he missed nothing that I was talking early, that I had told him that I loved him, which he already knew, but he liked to hear it all the same, apparently, so I said it again. He replied simply, "You are my life now." But, our quiet romantic moment was quickly ruined by the growling of my stomach. "Breakfast time," he announced cheerily, as my hand flew to my neck, shock covering my face. The look on his face was priceless. I told him that I was joking; he didn't seem to think that it was very funny, but it was and he knew it.

So, I got myself some breakfast, "hunting" it down in the cupboards. As I was happily munching away of my cereal as he instructed me to, I asked him was we were going to do today. He asked me if I wanted to meet his family. I had met his father, Dr Cullen. He seemed very nice when I met him after my "accident," he looked after me. And I knew most of his siblings from school, none of them were in any of my classes but I had seen them in the lunch hall. Alice always looked friendly and Jasper, well, he looked in pain but I should imagine he was nice too. Emmett, on the other hand, was the scariest person I had ever seen; he looked as big as a house and probably had the strength that came with it too. And Rosalie had a clear distaste for me, she was always giving me death stares, they made me shudder. After a moment, I gulped.

He asked me if I was afraid and I said yes, because what if they didn't like me. I didn't mention the fact that two of his siblings scared the crap out of me. He also proposed the idea that I should tell Charlie about Edward…being my "boyfriend," though it was much more than that. That was one conversation I was not looking forward to having. He demanded whether I would or not, as he thought Charlie deserved an explanation for why he was around a lot. I asked him if he meant that, he said as long as I'd have him, which would be forever which I told him. He seemed sad when I said that, placing his cool hand upon my rather warm cheek, I asked him about it; I received no answer.

He stared into my eyes for the longest time, I completely forgot to eat. When he finally spoke, his words made me jump. Once I had finished my breakfast, I went back upstairs to get dressed; Edward said he would wait for me at the bottom of the stairs. I had no idea what to wear, my wardrobe is pretty limited so I pulled on that dark blue blouse he had once paid compliment to and a pair of black, tight-fitted, skinny jeans. I wore my Grand-mother's necklace and the bracelet my Mom got me for my 16th birthday – it was silver with sapphires in. I brushed my hair, sliding my favourite blue flower clip in to move some of my hair out of my face. I slipped on my cleaner pair of Chucks before bouncing back down the stairs declaring I was decent as I went. I was near the bottom before I realised Edward was staring at me. "What?" I asked, he replied, "You are utterly indecent; no-one should look so tempting, it's not fair."

I didn't know what he meant, I asked him how and I turned around to go change, when he pulled me back, closer to him that I was before, placing his lips on my forehead; his closeness, his smell, making me dizzy. "Do you want me to explain how you are so tempting to me?" he asked as he traced his cool fingers down my spine, further and further down. I could do nothing but stare into his eyes, unable to think, as his cool lips softly touched mine. Then it all went black.

It was too black.

It wasn't long until Edward's voice calling my name brought me back from wherever it was I had been. I was so very embarrassed, I must have flushed a least 10 different shades of red, each on brighter and deeper than the next. When I finally was able to form some sort of coherent sentence I accused him of making me faint, he laughed wondering out loud what he was going to do with me, that when he kisses me I either attack him or faint. He also said he wasn't good at everything which was, too me at least, clearly absurd. He reminded him that he was good…too good. Then, he began worrying, asking me if I felt sick. I flushed again as I told him I think I forgot to breath, he just laughed. He was about to cancel our little trip when I told him I still wanted to go, even if I knew they'd think I'm insane.

As we were walking to the car he unexpectedly told me that he loved the blue with my skin. I tried my hardest not to blush, but I did, from both embarrassment and pleasure. I insisted that we get on with this already, I could my legs starting to give beneath me, I don't think I had ever been this nervous in my entire life. He chuckled quietly before asking me if I was nervous, not because I'd be in a house full of vampires, but they may not approve me of, which I informed him, was correct. He just shook his head, saying I was incredible. That wouldn't be my choice of words.

While we drove I realised I had no idea where he lived. It was a few miles from the centre of Forks, a thinning in the forests surrounding the road. There was unpaved road which seemed to wind on forever. There was another thinning in the forest and sure enough a house appeared with what seemed to be a meadow spread out in front of it. Or was their front lawn? His house wasn't what I had excepted it to be, but I wasn't expecting coffins, dungeons and moats either. It had a timeless grace to it and more than a hundred years old. The exterior was a faded white, soft and clean, three stories tall, angular and proportioned well. The windows and doors were either part of the original structure or a perfect restoration. Nearby there must have been a river, I could hear it quietly.

My car was the only one in sight, hopefully no-one would be home, but I was a little taken back by the beauty of his house to be really bothered. I was subconsciously walking forwards towards the house and Edward was naturally right behind me. I could nothing but "wow" and he just smiled, pleased that I liked it. He asked me whether I was ready to go inside, his hand already on the door handle. I answered truthfully, that I wasn't but we should go inside. I ran my fingers through my hair, something I did when I was nervous, he reminded me that I looked lovely, I didn't feel it and I probably didn't, well I never thought I did – I mainly looked plain, just average little me.

He took a hold of my hand as he opened the door, drawing circles with his thumb to soothe me. It wasn't working. He opened the door and it was more surprising and less predictable than the exterior. It was just one, open, wide space. It must have been several rooms to begin with but all the walls had been removed. The furthest wall was a vast window looking out onto the lawn stretching out as far as I could see until it met the river. On one side of the room was a spiralling staircase, it was gigantic, dominating that entire side of the room. The room itself had a high-beamed ceiling with high wall. Everything was in various shades of white. Standing next to the spectacular grand piano on a raised section just left of the door, was Edward's parents.

Obviously I had met Dr Cullen before after my "accident" but his youth, beauty and perfection still struck me. I only assumed that at his side was his wife, Esme. She was the only member of the Cullen family I had yet to meet. She had the same pale complexion as the rest of the family and just as beautiful. There was something about her heart-shaped face and the cascades of caramel-coloured curls that just made me want to hug her, just her appearance made her seem motherly but yet she reminded me of those exquisite women in the movies during the silent-movie age. Both were in light, casual clothes and had welcoming smiles on their faces. They didn't move from where they were standing…obviously not wanting to scare me away.

Edward introduced me to them, Carlisle greeted me first, saying that I was welcome and we shook hands. I told him that it was nice to see him again; I was being proper so I was calling him Dr Cullen until he insisted I called him Carlisle. I felt very relaxed and confident now, Edward seemed more relaxed too, maybe it was something to do with being so incredibly safe and sure with Carlisle. Esme then stepped forward, smiling, shaking my hand as well, greeting me very similarly to Carlisle. I told her that I was very glad to meet her, which I was; it was like meeting Snow White, a real life Snow White. Edward enquired where Alice and Jasper were just as they appeared on the stairs.

Alice always seemed very enthusiastic and she was. She ran down the stair, vampire speed, to greet Edward but came to a sudden halt when she saw me. Carlisle and Esme looked at her disapprovingly but it was nice that she felt like she could act naturally around me, it made me feel, I suppose, part of the family. Their disapproving looks didn't stop her from bounding up to saying hi and kissing me on the cheek. But that's before she backed away, rather quickly. I loved that she approved of me but shocked by her actions, as were everyone else in the room. Carlisle and Esme gave her another disapproving look, but she didn't seem, she was looking at me, if she could blush, she'd probably look like I did, the deepest shade of red. "Oh, you do smell good," was all she said and my blush got increasingly bright.

I suddenly felt comfortable despite what just happened when I realised Jasper was standing next to Alice and I remembered what he could do. He was very polite when he greeted me but didn't offer to shake my hand, I was polite too, unable to feel awkward at all. When the individual greetings were over I said it was very nice to meet them all and told them that they had a lovely home. Esme, smiled and thanked me, I could tell by the feeling in her voice that she thought that I was brave. I suppose, in a way, I was, being in a house full of vampires and all. I noticed that neither Emmett or Rosalie were present but I knew why that was. Edward has already told me that they had expressed a dislike to me and left it at that.

I was taken from my train of thought when I saw Carlisle staring meaningfully at Edward who nodded from the corner of my eye. Trying to be polite, I turned away; my attentions draw to the grand piano Edward's parents were originally standing by. It was such a magnificent instrument; it reminded me of my childhood dreams of buying one for my mother, she didn't play well, she only played for herself and me, but I loved to watch her play, she seemed to be completely absorbed when she played, a happy, mysterious creature outside the realms of a mother I took for granted. I took lesson but I stopped when I was old enough to get my own way, something I regretted now. Esme noticed me gazing when she asked me if I played. It caught me off guard and I was slow to answer, telling that I didn't but it was still beautiful. I asked her if it was hers. She laughed lightly, saying "Edward didn't tell you he was musical?" I should have known really, he is good at everything. "No he didn't, I should have known really," I was very clear to glare at him, he just smiled. Esme looked rather confused so I explained that he could do everything. Esme have him a disapproving look asking him whether he was showing off and that it was rude. Edward laughed at that, telling he had just a bit. She smiled at his laughter and they shared a look that I didn't understand but Esme looked rather smug after. I told her that Edward has really been quite modest and she insisted that he play for me. I really wanted to hear him play but I didn't want to ask.

He pulled me to the piano bench and I sat down beside him, he gazed at me before he turned his attention to the keys. The room filled with the most angelic, awe-inspiring music. I felt my jaw drop with amazement, which amused a few people behind me as I heard low chuckling. I never knew he could play so well, he truly was good at everything. I felt completely awestruck and insignificant at the same time. Why on God's green Earth, did he fall in love with me when he could have had anyone in the entire world, and chose me over it all? I knew I was nothing special or beautiful, I was never very extremely bright, or I wasn't talented; I couldn't draw particularly well, I wasn't good at sport or music. I wasn't the world's most interesting person and yet he still chose me, sometime I just don't understand why.

The music grew to a close and he asked me whether I liked it, I asked him if he wrote it, although I already knew my answer. He nodded telling me it was Esme's favourite turning to her as she smiled. I could do nothing else but shake my head. No doubt Jasper knew what was wrong with me after all, he could feel it but when Edward asked me, I had to be honest so I told him that I felt insignificant. Another piece started as I said how I felt, and I could hear pieces of his lullaby within the rest of the music. He told me that I had inspired it, and that his family liked me, especially Esme. I turned to see them but they had gone, to give us privacy Edward had said. We spoke of his family a little as he continued to play; we also talked about Carlisle's and his silent communication which I learned was to be some visitors so he was going to be "overbearingly protective." We talked a little about his house and what I was expecting.

When the song ended, I had tears in my eyes. I wasn't the biggest classical music fan, I had a few favourites but that had to be easily the most breathtaking piece of music I had ever heard. I was so hard to gasp that it was about and for me. I thanked him, quickly trying to remove my tears before he saw, but I missed one which he caught with one of his fingers. I can't be sure but I swear put his finger in his mouth to taste it. I looked at him and he just gazed back, then smiled, asking me if I wanted to see the rest of the house.

We walked hand in hand up the never-ending spirals, my other hand trailing along the rail. When we finally reached the top of the staircase there was a long hall with honey coloured panelling which was the same as the floor. He pointed out what the rooms were as we past them but I stopped dead at the end of the hall. Edward didn't notice I had stopped walking until after a few seconds when he looked at me with puzzled expression until he noticed that I was staring at the ornament which was hanging from the wall above my head. Edward told me it was alright to laugh, which I had no intention of doing, I couldn't see why he thought it was ironic. Then I remember Edward's thought's on things like this – religion, souls, what happens if he should die. I just kept on staring, my instinct was to touch it, I raised my hand to do so, but thought better of it. I wonder if the wood is a smooth as it looked. I asked him if it was old and he told me it was around the early sixteen-thirties. I also asked him why they kept, and he told me that it was Carlisle's fathers. I naturally thought that his father collected antiques but Edward corrected me, saying that he carved it himself to hang in this vicarage. I had to quickly turn back to the cross to hide the shock that hopefully wasn't betrayed on my face. I quickly did the math about the age of the cross which was about 370 years old, but how old did that make Carlisle? The silence was deafening as I tried to work out how old Carlisle was until Edward broke the silence, worrying about me being ok and I gave in, asking him how old Carlisle was. Apparently he had just celebrated his 362nd birthday.

He told me a little of Carlisle's early life. He was born and raised in London in the early 1640's before Cromwell's rule. He was the son of an Anglican pastor who strongly believed in ridding the world of evil. He formed many of the witch-hunts (and vampires and werewolves and other mythical creatures) though he didn't catch many real ones apparently, as they were very difficult to catch but he did kill many innocent people. When his father grew old he put Carlisle in charge of the raids. He found a coven of real vampires hiding in the sewers. One night, Carlisle's raid crew were hunting a single vampire who, according to Carlisle, must have been ancient and extremely weak from hunger. He turned to attack and Carlisle was in the lead of the raid and got the worst of his attack. He lay in alley under rubbish for three day. Edward said it was a miracle that no-one heard him. Then he realised what he had become.

Curiosity burned in my eyes when Edward finished his little speech about his father's beginning, he naturally knew I had so many questions so he took me to Carlisle's office. He placed his hand on my shoulder, causing my heart to do audible back flips which was incredibly embarrassing with Carlisle in the room, it was wonder I didn't blush, and he showed me the wall where we had just walked through Carlisle's door, it was covered in framed pictures of all shapes and sizes, some monochrome other very lively and vibrant. They were all so different and yet must be so similar to collected together on the wall, I just couldn't see why.

Edward was hoping that Carlisle would tell us the story of his past but he had to fill in for one of the doctors who he worked with. It was incredibly surreal to think that one minute you're talking about your childhood in the early seventeenth century to the concern of a small town doctor the next, it was extraordinarily bizarre. What was also very upsetting was that they spoke allowed for my benefit; I didn't like that, disrupting their usual manner of conversation, it didn't seem right. When Carlisle left to go to work, Edward began telling my Carlisle's story.

Edward told me that when Carlisle had realized what he had become he was disgusted and tried to rebel against what he truly was. He told me that he tried to commit suicide, which apparently for a vampire, is very difficult to do. He jumped off cliff, tried to drown himself, but as he was a newborn he was very strong and powerful. Edward said that it was a miracle that he resisted the instinct to feed, when it is the only instinct newborns have. But as he was so revolted with what he was he had the strength to starve himself. None of his attempts work, there are few ways a vampires can be killed, I didn't have a clue how you'd do, I should have imaged the obvious such as stake, garlic, silver where all just a fictitious lie. Edward didn't dwell on that topic even though I was curious. Carlisle was very weak and loathed himself for what he was when one night his hunger got the better off him and he fed on a deer that was passing in the forest. And their way of life was born, and Carlisle found himself again.

Carlisle swam to France. Yeah, I know, crazy, but apparently they don't have to breathe, they do it out of habit and when they don't it get uncomfortable as they have no sense of smell. Edward expression changed at this point to one pained and full of sadness because he keeps thinking I'm going to run away screaming because something about them is going to scare me away. As if he can scare me away that easier, AS IF HE COULD GET RID OF ME THAT EASY. Doesn't he understand how much I love him, I much I need him, he is my whole reason for being on this Earth, I have no idea what I would ever do without him. He is the air I breathe, he is essential for my survival. I just wish he could see it.

Anyway, back to Carlisle. He studied music, science and medicine in the universities of Europe so he could save human lives as penance. Carlisle must have been in much pain if it took him two centuries to perfect the self-control he has which now makes all but immune to human blood. I suppose that it's an added benefit when his passion is his job (as well as his family.) He found other vampires in Italy, much more civilised vampires, Aro, Caius and Marcus. They still live as they have done for many millennia. Carlisle lived with them for a few decades but they persisted in trying to cure his aversion to 'his natural food source,' as they called it. They tried to persuade him, and he tried to persuade them, to no avail. Carlisle left them eventually to discover the New World. He was incredibly lonely, he must have been, he was the only one of his kind, a friendly vampire. He began practising medicine but what he truly wanted, a companion, continued to evade him. Eventually, in Chicago, when the Spanish Flu hit, he decided that inside of finding a companion, he'd create one which was against everything he stood for – taking a human life, but was so alone.

The chose Edward because his parents were already dead, he was completely alone in the world and there was little hope that he would survive the flu, so he tried. And he succeeded, giving the world Edward. He said we had come full circle. I asked him whether he had always stayed with Carlisle, I was quite shocked when he said he hadn't, that about 10 years after he was reborn he had a rebellious stage where he went off on his own. He thought that this would repulse me but I thought it sounded quite reasonably, not everyone is the same or wants the same things. It took him 10 years because he could read the perfect honesty in his mind and he couldn't defy him. After a few years he came back, he hunt only evil people and left the innocent as he could pick out which was which with his gift, he justified his actions as he saved lived, prevented crimes but it didn't stop the depression, him seeing himself as a monster. He went to Carlisle and Esme, he welcomed him back, even though he said it was more than he deserved, I knew he was wrong.

I didn't notice that we had been walking as we talked until Edward stopped outside a room I had not seen yet and if I didn't stop I wouldn't have probably walked into the door. Edward informed me that it was his room as he pulled me through the door as he opened it. His room faced south, with the wall an entire window which looked out onto their garden and the river. The west wall was completely shelved just full of music and a classy-looking sound system, the kind I was afraid to touch because I probably break it. I asked if it had good acoustics, he chuckled, putting on some music, Jazz I think. I asked him how he ordered his music – year then personal preference. I also noticed he had no bed, why would you need one when you don't ever need to sleep?

When I had finished staring at his mind-boggling collection of music, I noticed he was staring at me with the oddest look in his eyes. I questioned him about it; he replied that he was prepared to feel relieved having you know about everything, not needing to keep secrets from me. But he didn't expect to feel more than that and he liked it. It made him happy. He smiled my favourite crooked smile and I told him I was glad, but the smile too quickly disappeared from his face. I asked if he was waiting for the running and screaming, he just nodded. So I told him that he wasn't as scary as he thought he was and I didn't think he was scary at all. Of course I was lying, sometimes he could really be extremely scary, but I would never tell him that. He smiled, not his usually crooked smile, this was different. This one was wicked; his eyebrows rose in disbelief before saying that I shouldn't have said that, then a growl escaped his beautiful lips as he went into half crouch. "You wouldn't dare," was all I could say as I backed up towards the wall, glaring at him.

I didn't see him leap at me, it happened all so fast. I was airborne then crashing into sofa that flew into the wall. All the while I was locked in his iron cage of protection, I didn't even feel us hit anything, but began gasping as I tried to right myself which was extremely difficult when he refused to let go or loosen his iron grip. There was the most gorgeous grin spread across his face and humour filling his eyes like fire. "What were you saying?" he growled playfully. "That you are an exceptionally terrifying monster." "Better," he laughed, I could feel the vibrations in his chest as he laughed, it was the most magnificent sound in the world, Edward's laugh, I love to hear him laugh.

Our playful moment was interrupted by a knock on the door. Edward adjusted me into a more proper position before telling them, I assumed it was Alice, to come in and I were correct. She said she heard Edward having me for dinner and she wondered if she could share. I was a bit shocked by what she said but Edward was laughing at either my reaction or by what Alice had said so I relaxed and laughed to. Edward said he didn't have enough to spare as his arms which were around my waste pulled me closer to him. Jasper entered the room then asking him if he was game for a baseball match tonight in a storm. He seemed hesitant in his answer, as if thinking of what his answer would mean to me so I said I would like to go though I have little patience for sport but Edward's face lit up like a Christmas tree when I said it so I didn't mind. They thought it was funny when I asked if I would need an umbrella. So, I was going to a Vampire Baseball Game. I'll write an entry about the game later.

Later x

Edward laughed at when Bella spoke of her sleep talking, he thought it was quite amusing and rather adorable, and he smiled widely when she said that it couldn't be too bad if it made him happy, which it did, he loved to hear Bella speak his name and whisper that she loved him. He just couldn't help but smile when she thought he was a dream either, he whispered softly from his chair, "You silly thing, how could you think I was a dream?" and chuckled lightly when she was having her internal battle of whether she was really that imaginative, which Edward believed she was. As he read on he couldn't help but laugh when she thought Charlie was being paranoid, he had the right to be paranoid, Edward thought, his daughter is dating a vampire. Edward shook his head in disapproval of Bella sense of humour, though, he did have to admit, it was rather funny. He chuckled softly at her absurd reaction to meeting his family, after all she had sort of met them already, so why did she seem so afraid and her reaction to telling Charlie made him laugh louder but all his happiness faded when she said she wanted him to be with her forever. Although the thought of being together forever was a pleasing one, he would never do that to her, he would never change her and subject her to the life he has. However, he mood picked up when he told that she was far too tempting in what she was wearing so turned around to change and he laughed much harder and a little too loud when she fainted after him kissing her, and when he said he wasn't good at everything she told him he was too good. He couldn't help but smile when she hoped that no-one was home, obviously there was, she hoped it all the same. He was also glad she liked his home, it was the one place they didn't have to hide, all the walls came down, there was no pretence and he was glad that she liked it like that.

He also couldn't help but laugh at her bizarre view of them, the way she describes their beauty as if it was to be glorified, as it wasn't a weapon to attract prey, as if something to be marvelled. He guessed, to her, they were beautiful and their beauty should be gloried to someone who has to live with what the beauty is supposed to do then he could justify glorifying it. He, however, thought the way she saw Esme was quite amusing. His smile grew wider at how observant Bella was, swearing to never call her unobservant again, she was more observant than he gave credit for.

Edward smiled when she spoke of his piano. He loved it, but naturally, not as much as he loved Bella. It played a large part in his life and he loved to write his own music. Esme loved his music the most and he enjoyed playing for her whenever she wanted him to. Now, he has someone else to play for and write for. He laughed when Bella said she should have known he was music because he could do everything. This dampened his happy mood, because he knew he wasn't good at everything because he couldn't love Bella right like he wanted to, like he was supposed to. All the emotions were there, he had a longing that was more than just a touch or a kiss, and he had the will to act on them if he so wished which he did, he so desperately did, but he couldn't because he could never loose that kind of control when he was with her, he could end up hurting her, or worse.

And his mood only deteriorated when Bella began to criticise herself for not being good enough for him. If only she could see, he thought, if only she could see what he see in her. He sees somebody so beautiful and strong, someone he could spend the rest of him existence with, someone who was brilliant and brave, clumsy and adorable and for all these reasons and a million more was why he loved her and no-one else possessed these qualities that he loved so much, he only has eyes for Bella. His mood picks up when she reveals that she loves his music, but it was short lived when she also told him she felt insignificant, she was the most significant person in his life now, he could never be without her. And his mood only blackened again as the thought of the visitors occurred and he growled at what the consequences of their visit were.

However, he regained his smile when she said that she loved his lullaby for her and laughed a little too enthusiastically as Bella stirred a little but went straight back to sleep, about the tear he supposedly ate, he whispered, trying his hardest not to laugh, "Yes, yes you were right." His laughter continued as Bella grew curious about Carlisle past. He spoke quietly aloud, "Your curiosity got us into this mess, but I wouldn't have you any other way." And the amusement kept on coming, as he laughed at her embarrassing heart, thinking it was a beautiful heart and that Carlisle surely didn't mind. He laughed also, at her musings, wishing he could hear them more often, and he didn't have to read her diary to hear them. He had a fit when she wrote in capitals; as if he could get rid of me that easily, it was positively the funniest thing she had wrote to date.

His blissful mood was shattered when although he loved knowing she needed him as much as he needed her, it made him upset to know that someday it would have to end, he couldn't always be with her even though he wanted her to be with him forever, he wouldn't do that to her, he just wouldn't.

Happiness returned soon after as he laughed at her comment about breaking his sound system if she touched it, he laughed because if she did touch it, it probably would break, knowing her luck. He laughed harder at the memory of her saying he wasn't as scary as he thought he was and she didn't think he was scary at all. His laughter was almost loud enough to wake Bella when she changed her mind after he launched them both into the sofa.

Edward rose from his chair and crossed the room, he got onto Bella's bed, lying down next to her, whispering "I love you," into her ear. Bella rolled over snuggling herself up to him. Edward smiled down on her, just like an angel, he smiled his beautiful Bella and her beautiful nature putting everyone else before herself. He was eager to read on, though he knew thing were only going to get worse from here on in, and it was about to now as a stone hit Bella's window.

And then again.

And again.

[A/N: Who is throwing stones? Hmmm. Anyway, hope you liked it, I will try and update soon. And remember to review, because I appreciate every one of them, each one makes my day :D Thanks guys]