Chapter Two: A Shocking Acessory.

I sighed contentedly as Edward cradled me to his icy chest.

We had hung out in his posh bedroom ever since the morning I had come and confronted him.

Things were absolutely swell now. I'd consoled Edward that everything was bliss, and his worry was unnecessary, and after a little while, his attitude had improved, and he was back to himself. Either that or he was an exceptionally talented actor.

I, on the other hand, was worried. What was this dream about? The question never left my mind, ringing like the shrill and un-ignorable ring of a phone that always went off every time the thought began to fade.

I knew the last thing I wanted to see again the strained expression I'd seen on Edward's face this morning. There were no possible words in any language whatsoever that could even begin to describe it, so I used every single drip of my energy hiding my worries, and thanking God he couldn't read my thoughts.

Besides the current, ringing of the dream and my act of that I wasn't nervous, everything was smashing.

Life couldn't be any better, the perfect way to describe it.

Once Edward had finally decided there was no need to worry, he'd taken me into his arms and he'd played some Debussy songs on his expensive looking stereo.

After we'd listened to an entire two CD's, he began to hum my lullaby.

Things were so wonderful, I forgot about the dream once again, and so then it began to ring insanely, demanding not to be ignored. I dismissed it anyway-I was too content right now to answer it.

It was only until Edward nudged me and told me to answer the phone that I got puzzled.

I discovered that it hadn't been the ring of the dream, but of my actual phone, the one I'd got for Graduation from Charlie soon after Victoria's death.

I pulled it out of my pocket. It was a cherry red Nokia flip phone. I turned it over to see my home number calling. Charlie. He must have been back from fishing, I'd texted him I'd gone to Edward's before I left, so I wondered why he'd ring me up.

With a shrug, I pressed the phone to my ear as Edward loosened his grip on me so I could be more comfortable.

"Hey Dad." I spoke into the phone.

"Bells, when are you getting back from Edward's?" His voice was impatient-I sighed. He still wasn't over his unreasonable prejudice for my boyfriend, even though he knew we were getting married...actually, maybe this was why.

"Dad, I'll be home soon, it's only been a few hours."

"Bella, need I remind you about my dinner get-together?"

My eyes widened-Dad had told me yesterday that two of his friends' families were coming over for the big game and dinner and one of those families was, of course, inevitably, The Blacks'. I hadn't talked to Jacob since he'd run away after I decided I'd stay with Edward. Last I heard was from Seth Clearwater was that he was back home, but I hadn't had the guts to drop by and check.

"Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot. But I'm on way, okay?"

Charlie muttered something unintelligible and then hung up, obviously not appeased.

Edward stroked my hair lovingly. "Got to go?" He asked calmly.

I nodded and he smiled. "I'll be at your house when Charlie's dozed off, love."

He kissed my forehead tenderly and with that I walked downstairs, saying a quick hello to Rosalie and Emmett who had been watching some TV show called iCarly. (;D) and then left to the basement where I crawled into my rusty truck and drove home peacefully.

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The first thing I did when I walked into the kitchen was panic-I had just talked to Charlie, and he'd told me that the Hughes, (some family I hadn't met before) and gulp the Blacks' were coming.

Fabulous. Now I had something else to worry about. Meeting my best friend who I had left broken hearted after months.

As I poured the pasta into the bubbling pot at the stove, my head was swimming with questions about Jake-How would he react? Would he be angry? Would he be lifeless?

I continued to ponder until I had the meals for tonight cooked, as I'd promised Charlie-he'd gotten livid when he found out I still hadn't sold my bike and we'd come to the decision I would cook for his party instead of being grounded-and then I went upstairs to change into some nicer clothes, nervously chewing my bottom lip off the whole time.

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The ring of the doorbell almost gave me a heart attack. It was the one sound I wished I'd never have to hear again, but it had been in vain, as I heard the door open.

I looked down nervously at my water glass, petrified.

My mind that had been merely swimming before, was now in a positive flooding of questions about my Jacob, my stomach felt like it had 100 gymnasts practicing back flips inside of it, and I could swear I was about to lose my legs and fall to the ground. My heart was pounding painfully; let's just say I was in a bad position, at the least.

I wondered how I was going to leave this kitchen when I finished my drink, and face Jacob Black.

I quickly dismissed the thought, I didn't need to faint, it'd make this much more horrid.

But, thankfully, I also didn't need to do that, because in a matter of minutes, I heard a throaty, familiar voice say, "Bella!"

I almost died at the sound of his voice, but I realized after a second he sounded friendly, and not like he was trying to. He sounded like my Jacob, my Jake, my best friend, effortlessly saying hello nicely.

I whirled around quickly and had one of the best surprises of my eighteen-year life.

Jacob stood in front of me, his eyes bright and shiny like the sun, his glossy black hair once again cropped short, his russet face smiling warmly at me, his sun smile, my favourite smile…it brightened my day.

My worries seemed imprudent now.

I ran over to him, without thinking about it, and wrapped my arms around him, squeezing him.

Jacob laughed and hugged me back.

"Jeez, Bells!" He said when I finally let him go.

Though I was simply ecstatic that he seemed cheerful, I couldn't help but wonder why he was.

It's not like I don't want him to be, it's just I considered that when I met him, he'd be upset and angry as to the fact I had decided to stick with Edward, that I'd decided to marry him as well, and that…well, I was going to become a vampire, (his mortal enemy) but that was only after the wedding, which was two months from now…

But I didn't even need to ask -not like I was brave enough, but anyways- because suddenly a very beautiful girl appeared at his side. He slipped his arm around her waist and she smiled shyly at me.

"Bella, this is Vanessa." He paused to smile at the utterly striking Vanessa like she was a princess. "You see, Bells, after I left, I began running across Canada, it was then that I saw her. She had been camping with a friend..."

He trailed off, lost in her hazel eyes and was about to continue, but I finished the sentence. It was clear, and I couldn't be any more happier. He was looking at her, like he was, well…looking at the sun for the first time…

"And you imprinted on her." I concluded.

Jake blushed, but nodded.

"Jake! That's great!" I smiled.

This was awesome! Vanessa looked like the girl of his dreams, and I already liked her. She had dirty blonde hair and pretty eyes, a slim, button nose and full lips. She was very attractive, she reminded me of Rose in some ways. She, though, unlike Rosalie, seemed very shy, which I liked, so I guess it was all happy families from now on.

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THAT NIGHT. (Edward's Point of View)

I climbed into the window of Bella's bedroom easily and looked over to her bed, to be startled.

I expected to see Bella sleeping like the adorable angel she was, maybe even murmuring in her sleep, only to see she was still awake.

"Bella…" I began, letting disapproval colour my tone. It was really late, I didn't want her losing sleep.

She jumped before she looked up at me, stunned. It was almost like she'd forgotten I'd be coming tonight, like I have every day since high school. This worried me.

"Bella, love…is everything ok?" I asked, nervous.

She smiled, but I wondered if it was forced…it seemed to be, a little… "Of course it is, I was just lost writing…"

I smiled curiously and lay down with her. "What about?" I questioned, wrapping my arms around her warm waist.

"Oh, just stuff…" I could tell she was struggling to keep her voice in check.

I wondered why….

Oh, stupid Edward…she probably just doesn't want anybody to see what she's written… I thought to myself.

Though I respected her privacy, I couldn't help but peer at the black book in her hands, just as she was closing it and setting it on her bedside table. I didn't get to read anything, and I felt ashamed to have tried. I swore never to try reading it again, she deserved her privacy.

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I smiled to myself and kissed Bella's hair. It was now 4:24 AM, and my little angel had finally dozed off. Suddenly, I heard Charlie's thoughts, which abruptly frightened me. He had just been sleeping a second ago…

Ugh, I better go check on Bella…

I heard his gruff but sensitive voice say.

I decided it was time to go…I'd be back later.

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(Bella's Point Of View)

When I woke up that morning, I was confused to see Edward wasn't there. At first I was upset, but then I noticed a smooth white piece of paper with my name on it on the pillow next to mine.

Dear Bella,

I had to leave because in the night, you're dad woke up to check on you,

I'm not sure why, though.

But anyway, I thought it'd be best if I didn't come for the rest of the night, just in case, though I wished I didn't have to.

I'll come pick you up at two, we can go do something.

Until then, my heart is with you.

Edward.

I smiled at his sophisticated and familiar handwriting. He was adorable.

And to be honest, I was glad. I had another strange dream this one about a necklace that was simple and silver, but with a locket that looked like a crescent moon, and was carved out of purple stone, with a silver border around it. It was beautiful, and in my dream it had a meaning. I saw myself wearing it.

I was getting a lot more worried now, in fact my worries had now grown to fears. I was scared. Not just because of the dreams, but because yesterday, I couldn't sleep. I felt the urge to write-and that too, about a beautiful queen who happened to be a witch, Miranda, and her two beautiful princess-witch daughters. They lived in a place called Coventry and the world was their little game. I had been so engrossed in writing; I had actually forgotten Edward would be coming soon, which was stupid, because he always did.

I had decided to hide all of this from him; he didn't need to know. It would only worry him.

With a resigned sigh, I hopped out of bed, when a sparkly silver box lying on my bedside caught my eye.

I wondered where it had come from, I knew I hadn't left that there, I was pretty sure I didn't own it too, because there was no way I could have owned something so royal-looking.

Perhaps a gift from Edward, but I was skeptical; he would have told me if he got me something.

Curiously, I opened the box and almost dropped it when I saw its contents.

Inside the box, was a vastly familiar crescent moon necklace…