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Chapter 19: Nightmares and Drama


It's official. Edward's fingers and mouth are magical. They should be bronzed. Holy shit. The things that boy can do with his tongue are earth-shattering, mind-blowing and orgasm-inducing. Edward had surprised me with a wonderful evening. A night at the symphony, dinner at a romantic restaurant and naked fun time. This was the best night ever.

Cuddling in Edward's twin-sized bed in his dorm room, I had finally made my decision about my physical aspect of our relationship. I was going to give myself to Edward on Homecoming Weekend. Each touch, each caress ignited my skin. He made feel loved, cherished, worshipped…I wanted to give him the greatest gift I could offer. Myself.

After our time in his bed, I watched him sleep. His chiseled features were relaxed. His mouth was slightly open and he was snoring, just a bit. It was honestly adorable, his little snort/snore. Each time he did it, I smiled. Not able to keep my hands to myself, I reached up and glided my fingers over his forehead, tracing his eyebrows. I continued ghosting my fingers down his nose, over his cheeks and finally rubbing fingers over his lips. He was truly perfect. I pressed a kiss to his lips and he hummed and held me tighter. I nestled my body closer to his and shut my eyes, falling asleep almost instantly.

"Bella, I love you. You are everything to me. I want to spend the rest of my life with you," Edward breathed.

"Oh, Edward. I love you so much more than you can imagine. Thank you for everything, for loving me, for protecting me, for being you."

"Bella, I want to ask you something. I promise to love you every moment of forever. Will you…"Edward gave a strangled sob, blood gurgling out of his open mouth and he reached for his stomach. I pulled away and saw his clothes were covered in blood. He reached for his stomach and tried to stem the bleeding. He fell to his knees and I joined him, pressing fruitlessly to stop the gushing blood coming from his belly.

"Edward! EDWARD! Please, stay with me! I love you, Edward."

He opened his mouth and blood continued to pour out of it. He weakly reached to touch my face and he barely caressed my cheeks when I saw the light flicker from his eyes and his stare become blank. His body went limp in my .arms.

"No! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Edward, come back! Please!"

"It's too late for him, Bella. You're mine. You'll always be mine," came a rough voice. The voice of the devil himself…

"Bella! BELLA! BELLA! Wake up! Baby, you're having a nightmare!" Edward cried frantically. "Baby, please!"

I blinked my eyes and looked around me. I turned and I saw Edward's anxious face hovering over mine. I reached up with my hands and grabbed his face. I needed to make sure he was real; that he was here and not dead. When my hands touched the stubbled skin of his cheeks, my hands tingled in the familiar electricity. I sat up very quickly and began sobbing. My whole body was shaking with my cries. Edward pulled me into his lap and let me cry. He was rocking me gently, rubbing soothing circles on my back. It took a while but I managed to calm down, my sobs tapering off to uneven hiccups. I took a shaky breath and relaxed in Edward's arms.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" Edward asked gently.

"I dreamt that you were…um, proposing…and Jacob killed you. There was so much blood. I saw the light flicker out of your eyes. I saw you die. I felt my heart get ripped out of my chest and I couldn't do anything about it," I said softly. "What started as a perfect dream ended in a horrific nightmare."

"I can promise you two things, beautiful. One: Jacob will never hurt you or me. Two: I do plan on proposing. Not now, but I have every intention of making you my wife. You are my life. I love you with every ounce of my body, mind and soul. I promise to be by your side for the rest of my life," Edward said reverently.

"I believe you, Edward. I love you."

"I love you much more. Let's get some more sleep," he said quietly.

"I'm afraid," I whispered.

"I'll sing you to sleep. Just close your eyes, beautiful," he said. Edward began humming my lullaby and I felt my eyelids get droopy. He held my tightly against the bare skin of his chest. I eventually faded to sleep, listening to Edward humming my lullaby.

xx LC xx

Edward and I woke up late on Sunday. I went downstairs to my room to shower and get dressed. He did his laundry and I helped him with his rehearsal plan for Eleazar. I created an outline for my psychology paper and started gathering research outside of the book I had bought on Saturday. As I worked on my paper, Edward was typing up a lab report for biochemistry. He was cursing a blue streak over his class. The only time I saw Edward get truly pissed was when he was dealing biochemistry. Not that I blame him. I'd be doing the same thing. After he finished his lab report, we decided to read for history. We took turns reading a paragraph. To keep things interesting, Edward and I were reading the paragraphs in different accents. We got through two pages before we were both in a fit of giggles.

We never mentioned my nightmare, but I could tell that Edward was worried about me. He was extra attentive and sweet all day. He had to run some errands. When he returned, he had a bouquet of roses. They were beautiful. The bouquet was red, pink and lavender. Blushing, he told me that he love me until the last flower died. I gave him a speculative look. He told me to look closely at the flowers. Tucked into the bouquet was one silk rose. I nearly cried when I realized what he had meant. He also went to Baci's and picked up some mushroom ravioli to go. We ate it in his room.

About five, Emmett had returned from the football game. He looked exhausted. He said that he would have been back sooner but the bus broke down and they had to wait three hours for a replacement to come. Suffice it to say, he was quite pissy when he got home. I took that as my cue to head back down to my room. I really wanted to talk to Alice and Rose about my dream and my revelation about making love with Edward. He pouted adorably when I went to leave. I said I needed some girl-time and that I would see him tomorrow at theory. I gathered my books and pushed them into my bag. I slung my bag over my shoulder and gave Edward a brief kiss. Emmett was in the room, watching us like a hawk. After our chaste kiss, I flipped my older brother off. I can damn well kiss my boyfriend without being gaped at. He rolled his eyes and then smacked Edward on the back of the head. Oh, no, he didn't! I smacked Emmett and raised the "bitch brow." Sheepishly, Emmett apologized to Edward. With a triumphant grin, I scurried downstairs to my room.

When I walked in, Rose and Alice were unpacking from their trip. Rose had brought her laundry with her and was putting it away in dresser. Alice was putting her clothes into her hamper. I walked in and clicked the door shut.

"Hey guys! How was your weekend?" I asked casually.

"Oh my God, Bella! Legally Blonde was the most fun musical. Edward has to take you," Alice gushed.

"I saw it, actually."

"Really? When?" Alice asked.

"On MTV when they showed it there. It was cute."

"It's not the same. You have to see it live," Alice snickered.

"What else did you do in NYC?" I asked, sitting down on my bed.

"We went to Central Park, the Empire State Building, visited Ground Zero and went to the musical. It was a ton of fun!" Alice enthused.

"How about you, Rose? How was your weekend?"

"It was good. It was nice to have some friends in the car while I was driving home. It made the four hour drive palatable. At some point, you'll have to come. You'd love New York City. It's fabulous."

"How about you, Bella? What did you do?" Alice asked sweetly. A little too sweetly. Omniscient little brat.

"Edward surprised me with tickets to the Toronto Philharmonic Orchestra. They performed at Brandon Hall last night. After the concert, we went to Tsunami, the sushi place near the west side of campus. We went back to Edward's room and had some sexy time?" I said, squeaking at the end and making it sound like a question.

"Sexy time?" they both asked.

Crap. "You know. We made out and some other stuff," I said sheepishly, pulling my lip into my teeth.

"Like what, Bella?" Rose pressed. "Come on. I don't have a sex life and Pixie is just starting hers."

"Wait a minute, what happened with you Ali?" I asked.

"Um, Jasper and I…well…we…shit…had sex…last night," Alice said, blushing furiously.

"What?!"I screeched.

"Oh yes, they had sex. The entire apartment complex heard them. Could you be any louder, Pixie? Christ!" Rose admonished, laughing loudly.

Alice glowered at Rose. "What!? Jasper does some amazing things with his tongue. He made me feel all squishy inside."

"Squishy? You know what? I don't want to know," I said as I put my hands up. "Was that your first time, Alice?"

"Hell no! I lost my virginity when I was fifteen to Danny McDougal. He was cute and I thought I loved him. Turns out he was a two pump chump who just wanted to get into my pants. When my older brother found out, Edward was pissed. Danny has a crooked nose because of what Edward did to him," Alice replied, smiling smugly. "Have you and Edward 'done the deed?'"

"No, not yet. Unlike you, I'm a virgin," I said with an eye roll. "Slut," I giggled as I tossed a pillow at her.

"Eh! Whatever. So what have you and Edward done?" Alice asked, prompting me with her hand.

I felt my cheeks burn up. It's now or never. Alice is not a virgin. She can tell you want to do, right? But this is Edward's sister! Weird, man. Very, very weird. "Oh, jeez. I don't know if I can do this," I mumbled.

"Bella, we won't judge you. Let me rephrase. Does he make you feel good?" Rose said diplomatically.

"Does he get you off?" Alice said crassly. Rose smacked her arm and Alice waved her off.

"Fuck. Yes?" Yep, awkward. Stop this conversation now, Swan.

"Are you sure, Bella?" Alice said with a raised brow.

"Christ! Here goes. He's finger fucked me once and gone down on me twice. Happy?" I said, throwing my hands up in the air. So much for stopping the conversation. Brilliant, Bella. Just brilliant.

"Now was that so hard?" Alice said as she crossed to me and put her arm around my shoulders.

"You do realize that this is your BROTHER we're talking about. Don't you find that a little weird?" I asked. I do. This conversation shouldn't be happening.

"No. We're not related by blood. What have you done to him?" Alice pressed. She's relentless.

"I gave him a couple of blow jobs," I responded petulantly. "I think he enjoyed himself."

"Spit or swallow?" Alice asked bluntly.

"Christ, Alice. I think 'Tact' should be your middle name," I said sarcastically. Alice scoffed at me. I just wrinkled my nose.

Rose giggled. "It's a legitimate question, Bella."

"Not you, too! Ugh, fine. Swallow," I replied. I'm going to hell. Perhaps the ground can swallow me up now.

"Good girl. Spitting is gross. You get jizz everywhere. Blech!" Alice said as she scrunched her nose. "Now, do you want to have sex with Edward?"

I took a deep breath and nodded. "This is where I need your help. I got the sex talk from my mom. She pretty much said that it would hurt and try not to get pregnant. I can't exactly bring this up with my dad. Or Emmett for that matter. I think they would both shit a brick. Emmett would probably kill Edward."

"Okay, Bella. When do you want to relinquish your v-card?" Alice asked.

"I was thinking Homecoming weekend. Why?" I asked.

"Well, you are going to use your gift certificates to the spa on Friday of Homecoming. We are going to get manicured, pedicured, waxed, buffed and beautified. Not that you're already beautiful, but you know what I mean. No scratch that, we're going on Thursday. That way your skin will calm down from your bikini wax."

"Bikini wax! Oh no! There is no way that I'm having hot wax being poured down there to have hair pulled out. Nuh uh. No way!" I shook my head emphatically.

"Trust me, he will like it. Remember, beauty is pain," Alice chided. "Jasper loves my bare hoo ha."

"TMI, Pixie," Rose snickered.

"Fuck," I spat, scrubbing my face.

"In regards to the mechanics of sex, yes it will hurt. Your body will have to get used to his penis and he'll break through your hymen. That's what hurts the first time you have sex. However, it will feel sensational afterward. Now, birth control. Are you on the pill?" Alice asked.

I should have kept my damn mouth shut. *Face…palm…*

"No. Not the pill. I get the shot. I have a medical condition called Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome, or PCOS that can be controlled with birth control."

"When did you last have your shot?" Rose asked.

"The week before I came here. It's good for three months. I get another one in November," I explained.

"Birth control's covered. Bella, I'm not worried about you and Edward. You two will be fine," Alice said with a warm smile.

"What if I suck at it?" I mumbled.

"Bella, it's not going to be hearts, flowers and fireworks the first time. Trust me, I know. I mean Danny McDougal. My pinky was thicker than his dick. However, it means so much more when you love someone. Jasper and I haven't said it yet, but I feel a strong connection with him because I do love him. You love my brother and he loves you. That's all that matters," Alice said wisely.

"You're lucky, Bella. You'll get the opportunity to GIVE your virginity to someone you love. Mine was taken. Treasure what you and Edward have. He will definitely cherish the gift that you are giving him," Rose said with a sad smile.

"Thanks guys. I appreciate it a lot."

"No problem, Bella. That's what best friends are for," Alice said with a huge grin. She launched herself at me and wrapped her arms around my neck. She pulled Rose and brought her into the embrace as well. We all knocked heads as we were crushed together by the freakishly strong midget. We broke apart and started laughing hysterically.

xx LC xx

On Monday, Edward met me with a cup of coffee and we headed to theory. I avoided James' gaze during class and Edward looked like the vein was going rupture on his forehead. Apparently, our TA was ogling me a little too much for Edward's liking. After class, we went to The Cage and to get breakfast. I went to my education class, psychology and finally University Singers.

I had emailed my rehearsal plan to Eleazar on Sunday evening before I turned it in. I had also attached my score study analysis and warm ups that I would like to do when I worked on the piece. When I checked my email this morning, he had replied and said that it looked excellent. I had done a very detailed and thorough job. I helped Edward do the same thing with his piece. During University Singers, Eleazar led us in our warm ups. He used some of the warm ups that I had created. He also used some of the warm ups that Edward and I created for his piece as well. Before we began our run through of our pieces, Eleazar explained what he said to us on Friday. There were some grumbles from the choir, especially from the upper classmen about how we were getting preferential treatment. Eleazar stressed that if anyone in the choir had an issue with the situation, they could discuss it with him during his office hours and not during rehearsal time.

We began the actual rehearsal with the men's piece. It was only going to be a read through. I nervously walked up to the podium, with my score of "River in Judea", which had my notes and scribbles on it, in hand. I spoke briefly to Carmen. I asked her to play the accompaniment but if the guys needed assistance to hop in with parts. She gave me a warm smile and nodded. I did some explanations of my plan for the piece. I said that I wanted to use the opening section as two solos (as there were two verses) however for reading purposes, the tenors would sing the first verse and basses the second. I gave my cue for her to begin and she began playing the piano part. Right before the guys were supposed to enter, I looked at them and gave them a clear entrance. The tenors came in clearly and read through the opening section. I mentally noted some rhythm issues that needed to be addressed but continued on. We managed with Carmen playing the accompaniment until the key change. After the key change, which was to be unaccompanied, I gave her a slight nod and she began playing the parts. We completed our read through. I quickly jotted down some notes before giving my feedback to the guys.

"Overall, that was a good run-through. There were some minor rhythm things and some funky note/chord progressions, but they will be addressed the first time we can actually rehearse the piece. Do you have any questions?" I asked.

There was no response. I took that as an indication that they had no verbal questions. I could see Edward and his brow was furrowed. I didn't want to single him out. I decided to ask him what his take was on the piece after rehearsal. Or perhaps he was just stressing about his own run-through.

Eleazar smiled at me and gestured for me to sit. He nodded to Edward, who looked incredibly nervous. I gently patted his knee and gave him an encouraging squeeze. He took a deep breath and headed up to the podium with his music of "Listen to the Angels Shouting." He stopped and briefly spoke to Carmen, probably saying the same thing to her that I did. He took his pencil and stuck it behind his ear.

He raised his hands and gave Carmen her cue to start. You could tell that he was extremely nervous as his tempo that he started was a bit fast. I was comfortable with the song, as I worked with him on it. The others were not. Eleazar walked up to Edward's elbow. Edward stopped conducting and cut off Carmen. Eleazar whispered a few things into his ear. Edward nodded and then shook his head. He turned back to Carmen. Clearly, he had a panicked look on his face. She got up off of the piano bench, allowing Edward to sit. He settled himself behind it and began playing the accompaniment himself. Eleazar's brows shot up to his hairline but let Edward continue with his read through. He gave us our entrances with a sharp nod of his head, indicated dynamic changes with the piano and cut us off with a flick of the wrist before returning his hands back to the piano. After our read through, Edward pulled the pencil from his behind his ear and jotted his own notes. He got up from the piano and assessed us on our performance.

"I'm going to be honest with you ladies. I was extremely nervous, if you didn't tell. I'm also going to tell you that you could have been singing in Hebrew for all I knew. The few things I noticed were uncertain entrances, but that was probably my fault and your unfamiliarity with the piece, some note issues in some of the cluster chords and a bit of breathiness to the overall tone of the piece. However, you kept going. So, thank you for that. Do you have any concerns that you need addressed?"

I had about twenty but I bit my lip. I didn't want Edward to shit his pants. The rest of the ladies said no. Edward took another deep breath and headed back to his seat next to me. He slumped down into his chair, looking defeated.

The rest of rehearsal was spent spot checking the other pieces that we were preparing for the concert. Edward was not really singing. He was moving his lips, but he had a distant look in his eyes. I truly felt for him. I wanted to help him in his insecurities on the podium. However, the only way to get over that is to just do it. That's the only way to grow as a conductor: experience.

Eleazar informed us that next week we would have gender specific rehearsals. Men only on Monday and women only on Wednesday. It would be the first opportunity for us to work on our pieces with our groups. Rehearsal had ended and we began packing our things up. Eleazar asked Edward and I to meet him in his office after we gathered our things. I gave Edward a nudge in the ribs to get him moving. He shook his head and crammed his stuff into his messenger bag. The room was nearly empty when we finally got up from our seats.

We started heading to Eleazar's office. Edward grabbed my elbow and looked at me in shock. "How do you do it?" he asked.

"Do what?" I replied, confused by his question.

"Go up there and know what the hell you're doing?" Edward said with sadness in his eyes.

"I'm not sure, Edward. I've always been confident in my performing skills. It just carried over to my conducting skills, I guess?"

"That is beyond confidence, Bella. You look like you belong up there. Self-assured, confident, clear cut-offs and entrances, even adding dynamics and articulations. Me? I had to sit behind the piano and give cut – offs with my head," Edward said dejectedly.

Oh, baby…

"Come on, Eleazar is waiting. Perhaps he can provide you with some words of wisdom," I said gently. He nodded, keeping his eyes fixed on the floor. I laced my fingers with his and dragged him into Eleazar's office.

"Please sit," Eleazar said with a smile. "I want to know, how did you feel your first forays on the podium went?"

I looked at Edward and he was fiddling with the hem of his shirt. I laid my hand over his and gave it a squeeze. He took my hand and laced his fingers through mine, still not looking Eleazar in the eyes. I turned to face Eleazar and gave him a smile. "I was very pleased with my run-through. I really like the piece. There were some rhythm and note issues, but it was fun being in front of the group."

"Edward, what do you think Bella's strengths are as a conductor?" Eleazar asked.

Edward's head snapped up and looked at me. "She's self-assured, confident, and unafraid to make mistakes, gives clear cut-offs and entrances, and has a strong conducting pattern."

"Why did you say that she's unafraid to make mistakes?" Eleazar pressed, his brow furrowed.

"I'm not sure. I'm just in awe of what she's able to do," Edward mumbled.

"Bella, were you nervous up on the podium?" Eleazar asked me.

"Very much so. I was afraid that I would forget the conducting pattern, that I would cue the wrong section and that I went too fast."

"In your opinion, are you happy with your time on the podium?" Eleazar continued.

"Yeah. I know I goofed. I'm not perfect. But I'm proud of what I did and I can't wait to do it again," I said.

"Bella, what do you think Edward's strengths were today?"

Edward ducked his head. He appeared to be ashamed.

"Before you answer that, Bella…Edward how did you think you did today?"

"To be perfectly honest, I sucked. I started too quickly. My hands were shaking and…and…I just sucked."

"Why did you go behind the piano?" Eleazar questioned.

"It's where I'm comfortable. I'm not used to be in front of a choir. I felt so vulnerable. Naked, really. All those eyes staring at me, expecting so much and not being able to give it to them. I needed the buffer of the piano," Edward mumbled.

"Bella, back to my question. What were Edward's strengths?"

"He did have a rough start, but once he went behind the piano his confidence grew. He gave us a clear pulse that was not too fast and was able to indicate tempo and dynamic changes with his playing. His strength is definitely in his piano-playing. Having that talent is invaluable for singers. Not everyone can look at a piece of music and sing it without piano assistance."

"Very astute observation," Eleazar said thoughtfully. "Now, here's what I saw. Bella, I'll start with you. You are very self-assured and confident on the podium. However, it comes off as being a bit smug and cocky. You need to warm up to your group. You have a very clear conducting pattern for someone who has had no conducting experience, ever. I will need to work with you on your gestures, but that's an easy fix. My biggest concern is the group seeing you as a leader. You are a very competent musician, but the upper classmen are not happy with your appointment as section leader and as a guest conductor in this group. However, don't let that upset you. Stay confident and self-assured and you will be fine.

"Edward, you have the makings of being a fine conductor yourself. I think you let the nerves get to you. You have a strong pattern and I know that you can lead a rehearsal. You've done it numerous times last year. I was concerned when you stepped behind the piano. I understand now that it was almost a security blanket. The next time you rehearse with the women, you will not be able to do so. You can't have a piano in front of you all of the time.

"Essentially, you each have what the other needs. The next time we have gender-specific rehearsals, not next week but in two weeks following that, I want you both to conduct each other's pieces. You can learn some new and different ways to approach a piece when you see it through each other's eyes. Edward, get a little cocky, without the piano. Bella, show some humility, warm up to your group. Any questions?"

Both Edward and I shook our heads. Eleazar handed us both our rehearsal plans that we had emailed him. He had made some notes on there. "Overall, I'm very pleased with what both of you have done," he said as he stood up behind his desk. We got up from our chairs and began gathering our things. "Please don't hesitate to contact me if you have any questions. See you both on Wednesday."

Edward and I walked out of Eleazar's office and I grabbed his hand. I tugged on it and pulled out my keys from my pocket. I dragged him upstairs to my practice room. I unlocked my door and led him inside. My room was smaller than his. It had an upright piano, a small chair and a music stand. I pulled him on to the piano bench and grasped his face. I forced him to look at me in the eyes. They were still filled with sadness, shame and another emotion that I couldn't place.

"Edward, you do not suck. You could never suck. You are amazing. Don't ever forget that," I said forcefully.

"Bella," he said as he removed my hands from his cheeks, "Were you not in the SAME rehearsal I was in?"

"Yes, I was. I saw a novice conductor who made beginning mistakes. Not someone who 'sucked,'" I replied.

"You're a novice and you didn't make any mistakes," he snapped, his green eyes blazing with anger and frustration.

"Bull shit. I missed entrances. I didn't count correctly. I made a ton of mistakes," I snapped back. "I'll let you in a little secret, Edward. I'm fucking terrified that I'm going to screw up and make a total fool out of myself. I'm fucking terrified that the choir will not take me, a freshman, seriously. I'm fucking terrified that this project is going to do something to our relationship. You can't compare yourself to me and I sure as hell cannot compare myself to you. Eleazar is right. Your strength is my weakness and vice versa. So stop brooding and work with me, god damn it!"

I glared at him. I hopped up off of the piano bench and began pacing the small room. I ran my hands through my hair furiously and plopped down on the chair in the corner. I leaned forward and put my head in my hands.

"You're right, Bella," he said quietly. "I'm sorry that I snapped at you. I was having my own little pity party over here and I took it out on you. We both have our strengths and weaknesses. If we do work together, we can improve our strengths and negate the weaknesses. You have nothing to be terrified about. I am so sorry. So very sorry. Can you forgive me?"

"Of course, I forgive you. I guess we just had our first fight?" I said lightly, looking up at him.

"I guess we did. I'm sorry that it was over something so stupid. There is one positive thing that can come out of this," he said as he scooted closer to me on the piano bench.

"What's that?"

"Making up," he replied with a suggestive twitch of his brows.

Oh good lord!

xx LC xx

Edward spent the next four days "making up" with me. Any moment that we were alone, he kissing me, touching me, caressing my cheek, grabbing my ass and pulling me into a passionate embrace. He also got me some more flowers and a stuffed lion he saw at the flower shop. He said that my hair looked like the lions mane in the morning. I chuckled and said that it looked more like his hair, sticking up every which way. He glared at me playfully.

On Friday, I went to work with Garrett. I felt weird driving there without Edward. I was panicked that I would total the Soccer Mobile. Edward said that he trusted me implicitly with his car. I still was not comfortable. I told Garrett about what Eleazar was having us do and about my first rehearsal. He concurred with Eleazar's assessment and gave me a few tips and pointers. Garrett also worked on some gestures for the piece and provided some insight on the style.

I drove back to Emerson after my time with Garrett. I only had two more visits with him before my hours were over. He said that I could come back anytime and that if I needed a letter of recommendation he would be more than happy to write one for me. I was grateful for that.

When I got back to campus, I had to go directly to Brandon. We had Breaking Midnight rehearsal. Edward didn't want to have rehearsal on Friday night, but it was the only day that worked for all of us. Jasper had some clinic thing that he had to go to on Saturday, returning on Sunday and Emmett had another away game and wouldn't get back until very late on Saturday night. That meant that Edward and I would have his room to ourselves this weekend, until Emmett got back.

Did he have to come back?

I pulled into the parking lot behind Brandon Hall and raced into the building. Edward was bringing my guitars with his stuff. My keyboard was being stored with the rest of the equipment in the storage locker the guys had rented. I unlocked the door and turned the corner to the freight elevator. I slammed into someone and I was sprawled out on the floor.

"I'm sorry, Isabella. Let me help you up," a scratchy voice said.

I immediately recognized the voice as James'. He leaning down with his hand in my face. "No, thanks. I've got it," I mumbled. I scrambled up and bent down to pick up my messenger bag and several papers that had flown out of there. I stuffed the papers in my bag and pulled it over my head.

"You look very nice today, Isabella. Why are you all dressed up?" James said seductively. "Hot date, tonight?"

"Uh, no. I have observation hours on Friday for my education class. I just came from there. However, I'm running late for rehearsal. I'll see you on Monday."

"Who are you rehearsing with?"

"My band, Breaking Midnight," I answered curtly.

"I've heard of them. Jasper Whitlock, Emmett Swan and Edward Cullen. Cullen's your boyfriend?" he leered.

"Uh, yeah. Listen, I really have to go."

"Have fun at rehearsal, Isabella. Don't fall," James purred. He turned on his heel and sauntered down the hallway. I shook my head at the odd interaction I just had with the creeper, James. I hopped into the freight elevator and went to our rehearsal room. I unlocked the door and slipped inside. The guys were tuning and finishing a sound check when I came in. Edward looked up at me and smiled. He put down his guitar and enveloped me into a tight hug.

"I missed you, baby. How was Garrett?" he asked as he kissed me.

"He's fine. He wanted me to ask you if you're available for a concert on December 14th and 15th. The accompanist that he hired had a conflict and backed out."

Edward pulled out his phone and quickly checked his calendar. "That should be fine."

"Good. Here's the music," I said pulling out a large manila envelope. "I'll let him know."

Edward took the envelope and stuck it in his bag. I lifted my own bag and dropped it on the floor. As I bent to pick up some music, I winced. I guess I fell harder than I thought.

"Are you okay, Bella?" Edward asked, his face lined with worry.

"I'll be fine. I fell on my way in here. I ran into James. I landed right on my ass," I grumbled.

"Who's James?" Emmett asked.

"Our TA for music theory. Creepy fucker, too," Edward explained. "Did he do anything?"

"No more than usual. He's just…I don't even know what to call it," I shuddered. "Come on, I'm exhausted. I'm getting a bruise on my ass and I haven't eaten dinner. Let's run these songs before I start gnawing my arm off in starvation."

We ran through our set of music three times. I felt more and more comfortable with the music. After rehearsal, we loaded up Emmett's truck and headed back to the dorm. I decided to go to my room, eat some Easy Mac and go to bed. Edward, of course, pouted and tried to give me the puppy dog look but I was having none of it. I was tired, sore and cranky. I needed to shower, eat and relax. I gave him a brief kiss and I went up to my room. I ate my dinner after I showered. Rosalie was at the library again and Alice was hanging with Jasper. They decided to go to Baci's and try it out. I decided to relish in the quiet. I pulled out my laptop and logged into my email. I had several new messages. There was one the perplexed me.

To: Isabella Swan

From: Private

Re: Surprise!

Dearest Bella,

I hope all is going well at Emerson. I've heard that you are really enjoying it there. I miss you very much, my girl. You mean so much to me. I wanted to let you know that I sent you a surprise. It should be in your mailbox at school right now. I hope you like it. I got it for you for your birthday. I'm sorry that I didn't get it to you sooner. Enjoy your surprise and I will see you soon.

Your Secret Admirer

I had no idea who sent this to me, but I had a sneaking suspicion on who it could be. I figured I'd go and check my mailbox. I grabbed my keys and scampered to the mailroom. I unlocked my box and found a large envelope in there. I ripped open the envelope and took out its contents.

There were pictures. Pictures of me and Edward. I flipped through the pictures and they were taken during the past two weeks. Each picture indicated that the photographer had gotten closer and closer. The final picture scared me. It was Edward and I walking hand in hand. His face was crossed off and had the word "dead" underneath. My face was enclosed in a heart and said "mine." I raced up the three flights of stairs to Edward's room. I frantically banged on the door. Edward opened the door and he was wearing nothing but a towel.

"Hey beautiful," he said with a smile. That smile quickly faded when he saw the panicked look on my face.

"Look!" I screamed as I shoved the pictures into his hands. He scanned the pictures and his eyes widened. Emmett had also come and peered over his shoulder. Edward got to the final picture and his face paled. Emmett roared. Edward pulled me into their room and sat me down on the couch. Emmett sat down next to me and I heard Edward putting on clothes.

Edward sat down next to me after he dressed. He was wearing some track pants and a t-shirt. "When did you get these, baby?" he asked.

"I got an email today saying I had a 'surprise' waiting for me in the mail. I went downstairs and checked my box and this was inside."

"We've got to go to the police, Bella."

A/N: Sorry, cliffhanger. Reviews make me resolve cliffhangers more quickly. Just kidding. They do make me happy, though! Also, check out my blog. I have videos of the two songs that Bella and Edward are working on with University Singers. The link for my blog is on my profile. Find me on Facebook (Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation) or on twitter: tufano79. Hugs!