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Returning to Chicago

Following their Honeymoon, Edward and Bella return to Chicago to live in his family's home. Yet Edward and Bella aren't the only ones residing in 254 Cherry Lane--Elizabeth Masen's resides in the home and is not just welcoming Edward home, but a mysterious girl who seems to have captured her sons heart. Sequel to 1918, pre-Breaking Dawn. Now Complete. only adult for profanity when appropriate, and used sparingly.

Following their Honeymoon, Edward and Bella move into his former home in Chicago where their are more than vampires wandering the halls, Told from the Point of View of Elizabeth Masen, with Bella in Italics. Chapter Nine, Walking Two Worlds, now updated!

8. The Other Mrs. Masen

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disclaimer: The only character i really own is Lizzie, and I don't even own her. Dont come after me. I'm a poor college student. love-Hobbit

AN: Ok- wasn't hijacked in the rainforest by the rebels, wasn't sent to Sibereia by the government, I went to college and alas, broke my flash drive with all my stories (and considering I've had this flash drive since my second year of high school, my heart broke more than it had when I realized William's probabaly going to marry Kate Middleton and not Kait Hobbit). SO after a long absence, (and my mutterings at the flash drive as I brought it back it [all hail macs!]) here's the next chapter---

The Other Mrs. Masen

"Bella, wake up," I start, shaking her shoulder. Oh this would just be lovely. Edward would come into the room in a few more hours and find Bella sprawled across the floor in a dead swoon. "Great job Lizzie, you've killed your daughter in law. Edna would be so proud," I mumble to myself as I try pulling Bella up onto the bed. While Ghosts can travel through matter, with enough concentration we can also lift things.

Every ounce of concentration I had was spent on trying to lift Bella. I was getting successful, half of her was situated on the daybed, and then she woke up. Her brown eyes darting around at her dilemma. "Edward?" she called out half afraid, "Edward—"

"Edward is in Wisconsin Bella," I answer as she pulls the rest of her body up to the bed. She looks at me again with shocked eyes, as though she is going through a spasm of insanity. The Dark amber eyes that I dreamt of ninety years ago stare at me again. "Are you real?" she asks, her voice weak and shaky.

"Well, I'm real in the sense that you aren't insane," I say with a smile. "I was very real once. I was human—as real as you are. In many ways I am still real, only with some limits."

"So you're a real ghost?" Bella laughs to herself, the signs of hysteria creaking her still wobbly voice. "Could you explain how I am the only one that meets supernatural creatures? I mean no offense, it's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Masen, but as if I didn't know enough mythical creatures, let's add a ghost—you are a ghost right? Not a witch?"

"No, I am a ghost—I see you're confused, Sherrie warned me that direct contact seemed to shake you from your senses—"

"Yes, Sherrie would know that after sneaking up to me last night," she swings her legs over the daybed and walks towards the door. "If you'll excuse me, my dear mother-in-law hallucination, I'm going back to my room. Edward's going to laugh so hard when I tell him about this dream—"

"Isabella, I want to talk to you," I call out as she stops dead in her tracks. She turns around and looks at me rather shocked, as though I have scolded her as I would if she was a little child. "This is the first time I've gotten to talk to someone from the real world in over ninety years. I have been a silent observer in my own house for near a century. I can stand in silence no more—"

"I'm not having a hallucination?" Bella asked, her eyebrows starting to relax from their knitted position.

"No your not," I smile as I sit down on the daybed, waiting for her to follow suit. "But dear one, if my Eddie's mother had been dead and then found her way to my study I would guarantee you anything that I would've have thrown that crystal lamp at her out of fright." She gives a slight chuckle, "Good to know I'm not insane."

"Yes, it's marvelous to know. Eddie was a little curious as to your sanity levels when we found our you and Edward had married—"

"Eddie?" she asks turning to me with another confused glance. "Edward's father. You see when Edward was born we knew that he was the child that would carry Edward Senior's name. I wasn't going to be a wife and mother that lived calling someone Senior and Junior. It just didn't appeal to me so Edward Senior, being more—" I struggle for a minute to find the right words, "—well, I didn't want to have a son named Eddie so I settled for a husband named Eddie."

Bella nods understanding, "Is he somewhere in this house?" she asks looking around the room. "If its not rude, I'd like to get all my introductions done at once."

"He left shortly after you and Edward arrived. That story Edward told you, he said that the dead are given three days in which they can return to their earthly surroundings. When my three days started, Eddie's three days had ended."

"And he questioned my sanity levels—"

"When some normal girl marries your vampire son, you have to wonder how normal the girl actually is," I smile looking at her again. I fear I've been doing this so much after I realized that she could see mine. She looks beautiful, happy when not confused, just the picture of the girl I would want Edward to marry.

"I suppose I can understand that..." she answered, turning away from the open door she was hoping Edward would appear in and then to me. "Why can I see you and not anyone else? Don't get me wrong—this isn't too bad. Mind you I never planned on meeting my undead mother-in-law. Or my other one considering Esme's technically…"

"Sherrie was right—you do ramble don't you?" I laugh, and then turn and look at her. "Why don't we go on a walk my dear? We have much to talk about'

"Such as why I—" she starts rising with me and heading down the hall and up the stairs to the garden.

"Yes, we'll talk about that too. But only after you tell me about you're story."

It was slightly odd. Sitting under the moonlight with 'Lizzie' in her rose garden. I was starting to wonder if I'd ever get to the point where I would be comfortable as a magnet to mythical creatures. It was certainly not as uncomfortable as I initially thought, but then again, it could have been the bump on the head from when I fell.

We had spent a good hour talking about me. My likes and dislikes, how old I was (it was at this time I was grateful that in her time period, people married young all the time); she asked about my parents and praised me for turning out so normal amidst' thee divorce environment I had been subjected too.' Once again, Victorian values had its ups and downs compared to my modern day.

When she started to question my history with Edward I didn't know how much I should revel. Apparenlty from her questions, Heaven wasn't what I had envisioned. I was always under the belief that somewhere in the great unknown all of my goldfish, hamsters and grandparents where watching my life unfold as though it was the latest Julia Roberts film. Yet with the question's Edward's mother was asking I realized that that wasn't the case. I was quickly learning that for once, I could edit out some things more than others.

After all, there was no reason for her to know that after only a few days of dating her son I was chased across the country by another vampire who was out to kill me and destroy Edward.

What sort of Mother would want to hear how her daughter-in-law jumped off a cliff hoping to hear her son' scolding her—even though it wasn't her son but the girl's strange, warpped sense of security as the son had left her.

And better yet, who in there right mind would tell there mother-in-law that she nearly lead to her son's murder in Italy and looming murder in the United States should he not change her into a vampire.

No one in the right mind.

"So how has this courtship been for you both?" Lizzie asked playing with a rose on a near by vine. Her attention switching from the petals to my eyes. "I'm sorry—is that too personal?"

"Oh no—not at all," I respond, looking at the emerald eyes and imaging them in Edward's. "It was—interesting. Never a dull moment that's for sure."

"Edward asked your father's permission first right?" the motherly figure asked, looking at me with sharpened eyes. "I can face the facts that some things have changed since Eddie and I's time—please don't tell me you eloped."

"Far from it—is sister Alice planned one of the largest wedding's the Olympic Peninsula has probably ever seen. I think there were flowers flown in from Holland Alice went so extreme…"

Her sharpened eyes grew soft at the talk of details. "Can you tell me about the wedding?" she sighed. "Eddie and I had always looked forward to Edward's marriage. To see him find some happiness. You'll understand someday Bella. Seeing your child happy and wedded, it's an outstanding dream."

Thinking of Edward and I's likelihood of having a child I just smiled and nodded. Yup—like that's ever going to happen.

"The wedding was beautiful," I answered, my mind turning back to that day not long ago. "His sister Rosalie played the piano, like I said Alice had the entire house turned into another world…and then there was Edward," A smile broke across my face almost involuntarily but strong and vibrant nonetheless. When I walked down those stairs and saw him waiting there, I just knew. I knew everything was going to be all right. It was as if he was shining, and the moment I reached him at the end of the aisle, I felt as though I was shining too."

I turned to the ghostly matron, who thanks too the moon seemed to be shining as well. "I'm glad he found you dear Bella," her voice smiled, taking my hand and rubbing it with her own. "Heaven's known's he's wandered this earth too long alone."

I gave a slight nod of agreement. And heaven can only guess how much longer I'm going to have to wait to be sealed to him forever.

"It's getting late—Edward will be home in the morning and wondering why you're still asleep," Lizzie Masen sighed. "I die tomorrow at 5. I fear this could be the last time I'll see you for a while my dear."

"Wait, you die—"

"Just like Edward told you in his story," she smiled bitter sweetly.

"Is there anything I can do?" I asked, looking at the woman with the layers of auburn hair laired on top of each other, her high cheekbones and glistening eyes.

"Yes," the elegant mother said, "You can tell Edward."