A/N: Twilight is not mine - it belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I profit from nothing I write.

Thanks to all who voted for me in the indie twilight awards. Do to real life this story doesn't get the attention I set out to give it, so it means a great deal that so many are still aboard my crazy train ;)

Chapter 16

BPOV

I watched Edward rake his fingers through his unruly copper locks. This time, however, my hormones were in check and the action only caused minor flutters in my chest. I couldn't (or more specifically wouldn't) allow myself to get infatuated with the eye candy in front of me right now. There were things more important then the cover model who abducted me, things I had been waiting for my whole life. . .answers. And finally someone was going to give me some of those answers, the brass ring was finally within my grasp.

This was a thrilling moment in my life to say the least.

"Eat your Doritos."

Edward eyes stared blankly in front of him and my adrenaline fell a couple of notches at his half-hearted command. Stalling, Edward was stalling, something my mother had done for decades, consequently making me an expert at sensing the bullshit.

I refused to allow this to happen to me again.

"When did we meet?" I prompted, refusing to fall for his distraction.

A heavy grunt came from the drivers side. I wasn't sure if she was going to answer.

"The day of Charlie's accident."

The Coke bottle, which I had just begun to raise to my lips stopped short and hung in mid-air as his half whispered response registered. If he had said we had met any other date, I would have easily believed him, my time in Forks only a handful of memory snippets. But that day, the day of Charlie's mysterious accident, I was pretty sure of all the events. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt I hadn't left the house, I hadn't met any young boy my age. I was painting then I was whisked into my mother's car by a stranger.

Could Edward have been with the mysterious neighbor who had put me into my mother's car? Had Edward's father put me into my mother's car and I had been to distracted by everything to note the young boy with him. I had noted Carlisle had been unusually pale when I met him earlier today. . .

"I don't remember you?" I whispered

Edward rolled his shoulders and then turned to me, finally ending his staring contest with nothing.

"Are you sure Bella, think back to that day long and hard. "

Not wanting to whine, I did what he asked and thought back. But, I was sure of everything that happened beyond a shadow of any doubt, having lived that day over and over in my mind. There were no play dates, no close by kids in the neighborhood, only the unknown neighbor with the cold hands. . .cold hands like Edward. . .

But Edward was my age, maybe a hair older, but certainly not old at the time to have buckled me into my carseat.

"There was my father, my mother, me and a neighbor who helped me into the car. Were you with that neighbor? If you were, I'm sorry, I just don't remember you there."

Through this conversation Edward said nothing, but watched me as if waiting for some great deduction that I was obviously not making. His gold eyes almost expectantly gazed at me for some response I wasn't giving him."

"Edward, just tell me." I finally uttered in exasperation

"Perhaps a better question should be was I that neighbor, of which my answer would be yes."

Shocked, I looked at him awaiting a punch line. Was this crazy Edward coming back for an encore appearance? Maybe I should have stayed with the wolves.

"That's impossible, you would have been a child."

"I would have?" Edward snorted and for a moment his arrogant tone irked me. I wasn't in the mood to be fucked with at the moment. I thought I was getting somewhere and now I wondered if I was just being played.

"Of course you would have, I'm not a fool, I have eyes, I can see. You and I are not similar in age, you were a child the day of my father's accident, like I was a child. Now do you have answers or should I just leave?"

My hand went to the door.

Edward leaned over my body to place his hand over my own.

Again with the cold hands. But, so what if he and this mysterious man both had a body temperature regulation problem, fact was he still couldn't have been that man. It just wasn't logical to even humor.

"Bella, did we not just come from a house surrounded by werewolves, did you not just mere hours ago ask me if your father was a werewolf? Really in the scheme of it all, me alleging to have been the person who assisted your mother in escaping this wretched town be the most unbelievable thing you've encountered thus far on your return home?"

Score one for Cullen there and I felt my tense arm relax some.

I wasn't really buying this-was I? Really, had my brain liquefied and run out of my ears when I had been distracted. My reaction was not normal - even if it illogically felt right.

"That's impossible"

My words lacked believability, even to me, and they were coming from my very mouth. Its official, I was finding reasoning in this crazy man's words, I was just as crazy as everyone else.

"How?" I asked, wanting him to at any point tell me he was high or something. I could handle high, hell I might even join him.

"I don't age."

"Okay," the answer drawled out as I tried to think of what he could possibly say.

My mind was stuck, so instead of asking the billion of questions frozen on the tip of my tongue I instead implored him with what I hoped a look to convey the questions I couldn't.

I saw Edward take a deep breath, his hands clenching the steering wheel with such force I could have sworn I heard a crack in the plastic.

What could he possibly say to make this day any weirder.

"I'm dead Bella, or more specifically, I am a vampire."

Vampire. Weirder. . .

"Your crazy. First it was Jacob and my father are werewolves, and now you're a vampire. . .okay Edward you've lost me at this point. I think its time for Bella to leave."

I again reached for the door.

"There is more, I might as well be honest with you at this point. The Alice that saved us was a ghost, conjured by a very very powerful witch."

"Witch, whose that, Rosalie?"

A shadow of a smile flitted over Edward's face before he composed the serious look back, "No Bella Swan, the witch is you."