I'm going to try to not ramble on like I usually do, but I'm just going to apologise for the short chapter. I have exams coming up, but I also felt compelled to write. So I thought I should give you guys what I have whilst the next chapter is in progress. Hope everyone is having a great year so far!

Disclaimer: No matter how much I dream about it, twilight will forever belong to Stephenie Meyer.

The chapter song is Wonderwall by Oasis. Love this song so much.


Chapter 13

Edward's POV

"What do you mean we have visitors?"

"Come on, Edward. I knew you were dense, but as to not know what visitors mean? Wow, you continue to surprise me, even after 5 decades," she chuckled, but I could read from her thoughts that her charade was merely to distract me from other matters. Still she didn't give away who was to arrive, much to my frustration.

"Firstly, I am older than you, therefore that rules out the case of me being less knowledgeable. But I'm in no mood to argue, so please just tell me whose visiting," I asked, fearing the answer, as Alice opened her mind and revealed the faces of our upcoming guests.

Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna give it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now

"They certainly do have impeccable timing," I muttered sarcastically, receiving an eye roll from Alice.

"They've actually wanted to come sooner, but decided against it," she replied, amusement dancing in her golden eyes. "Come on. It won't be so bad."

"Well, you're not the one that is going to be constantly followed throughout their stay," I started to walk to my next lesson, leaving Alice to giggle to herself before she did the same.


The remainder of the day resumed in similar fashion as it was in the morning, except I now had to deal with the thought of what was going to happen to Bella as an aftermath of her visit to the wolves, in addition to how I was to pry myself away from our guests.

Arriving at the house once school had ended, I saw that Esme was already getting the house prepared, from making sure that the bedrooms were an epitome of perfection, to the living area being dust free. From her thoughts and movements, I concluded that she was currently working in the dining room, though the room failed to serve its purpose in a house filled with vampires.

Noting that I had not anything to do, a daily ritual for myself, I decided to see whether Esme required any help and began walking towards the white coloured room.

"Esme, you do realise that our guests won't be here tonight don't you?" I asked her, smirking all the while and leaning against the door frame.

"Edward," she acknowledged, turning around to face me with a genial smile on her face. "And yes to your question, but that doesn't mean one cannot get prepared. Did you have a good day at school?"

I felt a frown crawling upon my face at the thought of Bella leaving early but I managed to wipe the expression off and answered in a mocking tone, "Yes mom."

Backbeat the word is on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now

She noticed the look however, and saw behind my lie.

"What happened, Edward?" She asked softly, throwing me a concerned look before silently adding, "Is it Bella? Is she alright?"

"I'd rather not talk about it," I answered, somewhat uncomfortable talking about my concerns regarding Bella so openly. Thankfully Esme didn't push the subject either.

"Do you want to help?" She sighed, looking around about the room as I followed her gaze in order to see what needed to be done.

"Sure, despite the fact that we probably have to do it all again before they arrive. What can I do?" I replied causing her to chuckle.

"How about you go and clean that beast over there?" She gestured towards the dark, three legged instrument with beautifully sculpted curves. I heard the hesitancy behind her words as she voiced them, for I hadn't gone near it in years but I no longer felt the compulsion to stay away from it anymore and I don't know who it surprised more, me or Esme, when I agreed.

"Well then…here you go," she replied, holding out a soft clean cloth that was slightly damp. Grabbing the material between my fingers, I began walking towards what was clearly the centre piece of the entire room.

Standing beside it, I lifted my hand to caress its smooth lid before raising it open to reveal a set of monochrome keys that had gathered dust. Frowning at my previous abandonment and lack of care for the instrument, I gently wiped away every last dust particle I could see.

The ivory keys looked tantalizing by the time I was finished, almost begging me to drag my fingers across them. I don't know how long I spent just simply admiring the beauty of the piano, but I knew it must have been long when I heard Esme's thoughts.

"I wonder if he'll play. It's been so long."

That was all the motivation I needed for me to push back the black bench and sitting on its soft cushion. Taking a deep breath and casting a glance back to Esme who stood shocked at my actions but nevertheless sending me a reassuring nod, I began.

And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead the way are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
But I don't know how

With each key that I pressed, the sound reverberated in the whitewashed room, filling my senses and spreading a sense of calm within me which I welcomed with open arms. My hands moved absently over the ivory keys, finding each note with ease and I was midway playing Esme's favourite when another melody began composing itself in my mind.

"Thank you, Edward." Esme commented once I had finished, and having walked to stand beside me, she pressed a soft kiss to my cheek.

"You don't have to thank me for anything. If you ever wish to hear it, I would be more than honoured to play it for you." I replied, before I resumed my playing, this time the song which had formed in my head.

The notes fell together effortlessly, like they were meant to synchronize next to one another creating a peaceful harmony. I was no longer the commander of my hands; they were moving on their own accord and I had not a clue as to where the inspiration was coming from, but the soothing tune relaxed all thoughts and I decided not to question it and simply play.

Soft melody filled the room, enveloping me as I embarked on the journey. The sound flowed beautifully in the air, haunting as it reached its peak and almost innocent when the chorus began to emerge

But as I felt the ending approach, I became agitated as the notes didn't fill the blanks as I hoped they would, thus I restarted from the beginning. However no matter how many notes I changed, it didn't sound right. After a few more attempts I gave up, simply darting my eyes between the black and white keys instead, as though they would give me the answers.

I must have been too engrossed in my own dwellings for I failed to notice the gathering of my family in the dining room, their eyes set on me. It was only when Alice suddenly perched to sit alongside me on the bench that I looked up at everyone. Even Carlisle was here which made me question how many hours I had spent playing the same song over and over again.

"New song?" Alice questioned, breaking into my thoughts with a sun-bright smile on her face. "It's nice to hear you playing again by the way," She added silently.

"Though it's a shame I can't seem to finish it." I ran a hand through my unmanageable hair before tugging on it to relieve some tension.

"Give it time, and have faith." She put her hand on my shoulder comfortingly, but it almost seemed as though she wasn't talking about the music. "You'll figure it out in the end."

Nodding my head in response, I decided to check the time to see whether Bella would be back yet; it was almost 9 o'clock.

"Go." My sister encouraged, answering my unspoken question and without wasting a second, I bid my family goodbye and began sprinting as fast as my legs could carry me towards Bella's house.

I said maybe,
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

Standing amongst the trees that veiled the house, after making it there in record time, I listened for her heartbeat to try and locate her position in the house. Her scent had already assaulted me when I first arrived, notifying me that she was at home and that, in return caused my muscles to relax slightly.

At least she was home.

Heightening my senses by approaching the house, I realised that she was in what I could remember to be the living area and having previous knowledge that the side window overlooked that room, I all but ran towards it.

However the sight that I was greeted with was one I wished I never I saw.

Bad move, Cullen.

Brown eyes met topaz, as her gasp echoed in the air.

It took only a second for me to comprehend, before I fled behind the trees, hiding myself between the shadows but hearing her voice a few seconds later, I knew it was too late.

Bella's POV

'He can't be serious'

Those were the words I chanted in my head for hours as I tried to comprehend what his explanation was.

There was just no way that that it could be true. I mean, we used to laugh about how ridiculous some of the stories were, but I remembered the displeased expressions of the elders, as they shook their heads at us every time we did. Initially we had put it down to their age, saying that they were getting old to still believe the stories with such conviction and faith. But now the more I thought about it, the more real it became.

Today was gonna be the day
But they'll never bring it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you've gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now

My best friend was a werewolf.

Even as I said it in my head, it sounded ridiculous and yet deep down I knew it was the truth.

When my hands touched the arms that beheld his muscle-filled figure, a sharp wave buckled through him and I almost felt it beneath his skin.

Looking through the trees in the distance my eyes caught sight of what seemed to be an enormous, furred, four-legged creature and the remains of ripped clothing that remained scattered on the ground.

I should have realised it months ago, it was all laid out before me and yet I refused to believe it. How could I have been so blind sighted?

Everything fell into place in that instant, like a moment of clarity. It explained it all. Jacob was right; he had told me more than I could have wished.

Nonetheless, despite my relief at the main question being answered, it only opened a box filled with more.

Curiosity and fascination burned right through me.

Staring at my window absent-mindedly, I wondered whether I should call Jake and let him know but after realising the time, I decided against it. Besides I needed more time to absorb everything in; it was too surreal.

And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how

However destiny or life rather, had different plans. As I my eyes locked on the window and my thoughts ran into overdrive, a shadow suddenly covered the very little light that was being emitted by the hazy moon.

The shadow was an impeccable outline of a person.

My breath caught in my chest at first as to whom it could be, and I was almost tempted to reach for Charlie's baseball bat but the shadow disappeared as soon as it came. I don't know what ran in my mind in that moment, or what possessed me, but I ran to the door and opened it.

"Wait!" I shouted, though I had no idea who I was seeking; clearly I hadn't thought this through.


To an outsider it may have looked like a scene from a horror movie, when the girl runs out of the house in the middle of the night and straight into the arms of the killer, but this didn't feel like that. Oddly enough, I didn't feel afraid.

Memories of the last time I had stood here and looked for someone or something rather, flickered in my head. For a second I questioned whether it could actually be Jacob, except Jacob no longer had a reason to stay away, surely? In spite of his previous actions he had more or less declared his secret and thus could run away from it now.

Minutes passed before I realised that it was pointless of me to simply stand outside in the cold when there was no one there. The shadow had probably been from a tree, I resolved and I was about to step through the door before I heard a loud ringtone of a phone blare in the distance and although the tune merely lasted a few seconds before being cut off, it was enough.

I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me

Someone was definitely here.

I recognised the song, and I knew that it could not be Jacob in any shape or form.

He disliked classical music vehemently.

I only knew one person in Forks that did.

Finding courage from god-knows where, I voiced my inner suspicion, "Edward?"

And after all
You're my wonderwall…

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