A/N: Last chapter. Enjoy! Sorry if there are too many flashbacks.
It had been around three days since Bella was in the hospital. She still didn't remember the creature that I was, but she as fine with it.
"It'll come to me," she said, determinedly. Instead of remembering things from before, we tried to make some new memories. For some strange reasons, Bella thought that might help.
"Why again, do you think that will work?"
"Don't ask," she mumbled.
"I really want to know what you are thinking." I sighed.
"I have a new idea." She took my hand, leading me to my Volvo out side her house. "Why I don't I spend some time with Alice, Jasper, and the rest of them? Maybe they will help me remember."
Esme was there to greet us when we got to my house. "Hello, dears. Do you need anything?" From the look of her clothes, she was gardening. "Is Alice around?" I asked, peering through the window. "She's hunting with Rose." Esme said, putting her shovel down.
"No need, Esme." Edward said, taking my hand. "We'll do something else." He led me inside.
"How about Jasper?" she asked. I winced. She looked confused. Jasper was leaning against the wall near the stairs. He raised an eyebrow. Of course, he could sense my uneasiness.
Do you want me to leave?
I could tell he was worried. Bella smiled at him, and looked back at me. "What's wrong?" she sensed my trouble. "Jasper," I turned to him. "Bella was wondering if you could talk to her—remind her of us."
Jasper stared at Bella, and then looked back to me.
Are you serious? You're going to leave her alone with me?
I nodded. "I'll be in my room. Talk to her in Alice's room. I'll strap her down so she can't harm herself." I grinned at Bella, but Jasper was still feeling anxious.
Jasper led me to his/Alice's room. (a/n: do they share a room?) I sat down on the bed, and he sat down on a chair near the window. "What do you want to know?" he gazed outside. "Well," I stopped to think.
What did I want to know? I knew a lot about Edward. Why not talk to Jasper about himself? I waited for him to stare at me. He didn't. Were all the Cullens so patient? "What's your favourite colour?" I blurted out, not thinking. (twilightscallingme helped me with this :P)
Jasper smiled. "Steel blue," he replied. I nodded. Silence engulfed us. "Why don't I tell you about Edward?" he suggested. I looked up. He was back to gazing outside. Why did they all have to be so beautiful?! Was it part of their qualities? They could be doing just about anything—yet they looked like angels.
"You know that he likes classical music, correct?"
"Yes," Edward played Clair de Lune when ever I was in his car.
"He is the fastest runner out of all of us."
I blinked. "Yes…" I said, eyeing him carefully. He stiffened, as a knock was heard from Edward's room, I think. His gaze turned to me. "Did you not know about his speed?" he asked warily. "I knew. But, he is the fastest?" Jasper nodded, suddenly uncomfortable.
"Bella? Emmett's downstairs. Jasper has something to do. Let's go." Edward was leaning against the door way. I nodded, smiling lightly. "Thanks, Jasper." He nodded, still looking outside.
We were half way downstairs when I stopped. "Does Jasper…not like me?" I asked Edward. He sighed. "It's not that. Maybe I shouldn't have left you alone with him. I think I made things worse." He muttered, walking down the rest of the stairs. I followed him, more confused than ever.
The truth is, Jasper called me. Through his mind, that is.
I knocked, letting him know I heard him.
I…come and take her. I can't resist very well, right now.
I knew I shouldn't have done that. For some stupid reason, I thought since Bella didn't remember, he would be more comfortable. I should have listened to his thoughts more thoroughly.
Emmett was waiting downstairs. Once we reached the bottom, I froze. Emmett's eyes were a light black. (a/n: is that possible?)
"Emmett," I growled. "Go hunting. Now." I never should have brought Bella here in the first place. "Relax," he was at the door. "I just realized too. I'm going," he waved goodbye, and left.
I didn't move. Bella was waiting behind me, confused, as usual. "Hunting? Is this another…" she trailed off. "You're getting sharper," I grinned at her, trying to lighten the mood. It worked, she smiled back.
"Why don't I get you home? It's late," he suggested. I frowned. "It's nine o'clock." He flashed his teeth, smiling a wide smile. "Times up." I groaned. Charlie and his curfews. He still thought it was Edward's fault.
Edward let me have my human time—shower, brushing teeth, the usual. Once Charlie was asleep, Edward came out of my closet, and lay beside me. He lay my thick quilt between us, but I snuggled closer to him. "Go to sleep," he breathed against my neck. Yeah, like I could go to sleep after that.
Finally, I felt myself drifting to sleep. I had the most interesting dream. I was in a dark alleyway. I was screaming Edward's name, finally bashing into him. He was topless, his eyes closed. The toll of a clock was ringing in my ears.
Suddenly, a gentle song started to play. I couldn't tell where it was coming from. It sounded like a lullaby.
Edward looked down at me, his voice filled with wonder, and slightly amused. "Amazing. Carlisle was right." He whispered.
That's when it happened. It seemed as though memories, my life, was flashing before my eyes.
"Hello, my name is Edward Cullen. I didn't have a chance to introduce myself last week. You must be Bella Swan."
"I told you—I got tired of trying to stay away from you. So I'm giving up."
"Werewolves have enemies?"
"And you immediately thought of me?"
"No. He…mentioned your family."
"Do you truly believe that you care more for me that I do for you?"
"Would you mind, very much, if I left a little letter of my own for your Edward?"
"I will. Like I said, as long as it makes you happy…as long as it's what's best for you."
"It will be as if I'd never existed."
"That's a good idea. You've been spending so much time with Jacob, your other friends are going to think you've forgotten them."
"You really, honestly, don't mind that I morph into a giant dog?"
"But how could you believe me? After all the thousand of times I've told you I love you, how could you let one word break your faith in me?"
"BELLA?" Edward was whispering furiously into my ear. I snapped open my eyes, and started to scream. Edward's hand muffled my screaming. We waited for Charlie to come up. He was snoring like there was no tomorrow.
"Bella? You're awake. Calm down." He whispered, wrapping both arms around my waist. We were both sitting now, as I started to shake slightly.
"Bella, sweetheart, what happened." Edward's voice calmed me down. Which also brought me back to reality.
"You're….a vampire." I felt Edward's body stiffen.
"Jacob is a werewolf…you hate him." I blurted out things, not thinking them thoroughly. Edward scowled. "You got that right,"
"James attacked me…and….you…." I looked up at him, my eyes slightly watering. "Left me…" I whispered. Did Edward stiffen before? Because now he was frozen.
"Jacob was there for me…and then….Italy…and…" realization hit me hard. I remembered. But how? Silence took over the conversation. But not all of it.
"My lullaby…" I murmured, straining my ears to listen to the gentle tune. "I didn't want to wake you, so I turned the volume on low." He explained.
It never felt better to remember. My memories. The most important things I had. My lullaby. It was the thing that triggered my memory. My sweet, sweet lullaby. I rested my head against his marble chest. He lay me down, his arm still around me.
Not only my lullaby…but Edward. After the gap, when he left—I winced—his first words meant so much.
Amazing. Carlisle was right.
Carlisle was right. There was God. There was hell. And there was heaven. My heaven…my lullaby. And most of all—Edward….forever.
A/N: I think I rushed that chapter, but I wanted to get it over and done with. Don't get me wrong, I actually liked writing this story. It didn't stump me too much, as my other stories do. I hope my way of Bella getting her memories back isn't to unrealistic.