Summary: The past come back to haunt Edward in the form of a young girl. How is she connected to his past? And why didn't Carlisle tell him about her?
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. It is own by the genius Stephenie Myer. Don't sue me!!!!
A/N: Hey everybody. This is my first Twilight fic so I am new at writing this genre. Constructive criticism is welcome but flaming will be ignored. Anyway enjoy!
Intro and Flashbacks
Chapter 1: Past
Some say that the past will come back to haunt you. Some believe that's true.
Some don't. But as they say the past never dies.
So how can we expect the past not to catch up with us, even if it takes a hundred years?
Edward lay on Bella's bed with her lying beside him. He looked at his sleeping beauty and smiled softly. He loved watching her sleep but at times his mind wandered. And tonight it was wondering back to a time that he barely remembered. He could remember his Mom's face though he couldn't imagine her voice; the same could be said about his Dad. However, there was someone else someone close to him that he couldn't picture at all. Carlisle and he have talked about her several times but Carlisle was careful never to think of her face. As he laid there and thought about the girl he found himself thinking about when he made his first kill.
He had somehow got away from Carlisle. The burn in the back of his throat was excruciating as he walked into his old house. Everywhere he looked he saw his parents. Suddenly he heard a small sound came from the living room. As he got closer he heard soft sobbing. He rounded the corner he saw a young girl sitting on the floor crying over a picture. As he stepped closer she turned around sharply her bronze hair flying. Just then a delicious smell hit his senses and without thinking he lunged at her…
Edward shook his head to get rid of the image. He didn't even know who the young girl was. And Bella wonder why he referred to himself as a monster. Yet he couldn't help but wonder who this girl was and why she was so important to him.
The next morning came quickly for him. Charlie was up and gone around five a.m. for his fishing trip which meant all he had to do was wait another two to three hours for his beloved to open her eyes. Edward focused his thoughts on his beautiful Bella so the memory of the girl wouldn't come back. He was relieved when Bella's eyes fluttered open. She rested her head on his chest as she looked at him.
"Morning." They both said at the same time which caused blood to rush to Bella's cheeks. Edward slowly brought her face to his to kiss her but before their lips could connect his cell phone went off. He sighed and looked at it.
"Alice. This better be good." He listened for a few seconds then frowned.
"Ok we'll be over soon." He then hung up the phone and turned to Bella.
"What?" Bella asked seeing the somber look on his face.
"I don't know. She just said for you and me to come to the house." Edward looked annoyed and slightly concerned that his baby sister didn't elaborate but shrugged it off.
"Well give me a human moment and I'll be ready." Edward smiled her favorite crooked smile then released her so she could go get dressed in peace. Knowing that Bella would make it back in record time Edward crossed her room to sit in her rocking chair and wait. Sure enough ten minutes later Bella walked back in wearing a dark blue shirt and a pair of khaki pants. Edward watched her as she put on her socks and her beige hiking boots. It was only after she pulled her hair back in a clip that she became aware he was staring at her.
"What?" She asked as a blush crept across her face. He took her in his arms and kissed her gently.
"You have no idea just how beautiful you are."
"Well as much as I would love to stand her and let you shower me with compliments we have to get to your house."
"True." He captured her lips in one last kiss before they both made their way down tohis Volvo that was parked in the driveway.
"How'd the Volvo get here?" Bella asked as she got in.
"Emmett and Rose just dropped it off." Edward replied as the engine roared to life. 'God I hope there's nothing serious going on.'
A/N: Good, bad, quit writing and go live under bridges with all the other sucky writers. R&R