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Who We Are

Sequel to 'What We Become'. Two years have passed since Bella gave birth to the twins. Things have changed, but things have also stayed the same.
Horrors keep coming back to scare Bella, and soon she is afraid to even get lose to Edward. What can happen when you forget what happens most?

AN: So this is a bit of an introduction to the second part of my series. We shall see how this unfolds, and that will tell me whether or not there will be a third part. Sounds good? So, to new readers, it would be wise to go back and read "What We Become." Believe me, you won't be dissapointed.

2. Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

The plane ride was long and tiresome. I fell asleep in my husbands arms, just listening to the sound of the plane as it went against the air outside. Edwards hand rubbed circles into my shoulder. The ride was plainly calm actually. When we arrived, Edward made sure I did not have to carry anything except my carry-on. He hired someone to carry our bags from the terminal to the car. Then it was just the car ride to the hotel. We drove through the city, through crowds of people going indoors for the night. We left the city and into the country. The sunset winked at me from the green pastures and rolling hills. You did not see things like this in America. I sighed and leaned my head against the window. Edward slipped his fingers in between mine from the seat beside me. I smiled at him through the shadows of the approaching darkness. Then I glanced at the driver before returning my gaze to the land outside.
Half an hour later, we turned off the main road and onto a narrower lane. Lights appeared randomly on either side of the street, surrounded my lush greens. Not like at home, but plants that I had never truly seen before. The road started to bend, and a car passed us coming from the opposite direction. Then we came over a hill and I could see everything ahead of us. A huge house, classified in my mind as a castle, rose from the ground and stood in front of us as a beacon. More hills, and orchards lived in behind, calling us. The car stopped in front, and Edward slid out of the car. He came around to my side and opened the door, taking my hand again in his. I climbed out of the car, and Edward and I stood in eachothers arms for a moment, staring at everything around us.

"It's beautiful." I murmured into his chest.

"It is." Edward answered me, kissing me tenderly on the forehead. I sighed and tightened my arms around him. "Come." He whispered, and began to lead me towards the building; our hotel. I walked along with him and into the foyer. A woman stood there waiting, smiling.

"Hello." She greeted us. "You must be Mr. and Mrs. Cullen." She had an accent that matched the country. English was obviously not her first language. She was Italian completely. Warm lights blinked above us, letting the room feel gentle and homey.

"Yes." Edward answered her. "I am Edward, and this is my wife Bella." I smiled at her.

"I am Katarina." She pushed back some of her mousy hair, and I felt a bit superior to her. "Let me sign you in." She said, motioning us to a long desk against one of the far walls. We followed her and I lost interest in the conversation only a few lines in. Katarina passed us a key, and from nowhere, a man behind us appeared with our bags. I was surprised that I did not see him approach. But I had been missing many things lately. Edward and I followed the man through an archway. We walked past a dining room, a swimming pool, and many closed doors. Then we turned and headed up a flight of stairs. The hallway widened and became more golden as we walked down the halls. We didn't walk for much longer, the man stopped and Edward let go of me so that he could unlock the door. With little trouble, the door opened wide. Edward reached around the corner and turned a light on. He came back outside after than man with the bags had entered the room. He took both my hands and led me, walking backwards himself, into the room. I looked around. It was big. There was a sitting area, a television, and a small kitchen. A There were two doors, one closer than the other. I guessed that the closer one was a washroom, and the one farther down was the door to the bedroom. Edward let go of my hands with a smile and then paid the man, who left immediatly.

"So here we are." Edward murmured coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. I leaned into him. "Can you beleive yesterday we were married." He whispered, kissing my neck.

"It doesn't feel like so long ago." I answered with a smile in my voice. He chuckled.

"It wasn't. But we will have many years to come." He turned me around and I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Our honeymoon." His voice was rough.

"So it is." I lifted my chin. He took the hint, and pressed his lips against mine. I was absorbed in the moment. The knowledge that I had only made love to him once before, and the outcome that had arisen from it entered my immediate mind. I pushed it back and pressed my self closer into him. I wanted him. I wanted all of him. He reacted the way I wanted him to. His kiss deepened and our mouths opened at the same moment. I breathed in the scent of him and shivered against him. "Edward." I whispered when we tore apart to take a breath. He didn't have time to answer me, his mouth slamming against mine again, eager for what was to come next. Edward's hand slid down my back and over my thigh. His other slipped under my legs. In a second, I was up in his arms. He carried me through the room and to the hidden door, and all its secrets inside. He pushed it open with his foot, his lips not leaving mine. Then we were inside and I saw the bed, and the only thing I could think about was him. Edward. My husband.


In every moment when something amazing happens, there's always something that comes rushing back. It hits you in the face like a tennis racket in gym class. You don't know if its going to be as terrible as the last horrible thing that happened. You don't know if you're going to want to crawl into a hole and hide from everyone.
I've been feeling moments like this many times lately.

"Bella!" I heard Edward scream from somewhere close by. I opened my eyes and turned to look at him. He had the bed sheets wrapped tightly around us, one arm above my head, the other on my neck. He was leaning over me, a serious expression on his face. His fingers grew cold on my skin. I tried to keep my eyes open, but they slid shut again. "Look at me!" Edward tapped my cheek. I opened my eyes again and took in every facet of his face. "Please tell me that you're just tired." I shifted slightly, feeling his flesh move with mine. I knew I had to lie.

"Yes." I whispered. I looked around me, it was dark. I could vaguely make out the image of my husband before me. But I knew he was there. I could hear his breathing, and feel him inside me. It had been hours since we had arrived at the hotel. "I'm just tired." I whispered. "It was a long day." Edward relaxed.

"It was. You sleep now." He leaned down and kissed my nose, my eyes, my lips. I smiled up at him, and then he moved so that I wad cuddled up to his side. His skin was so cold. I shivered, and his arms wrapped around me tightly, protectively. I fell asleep within seconds it seemed and awoke with a startling jolt the next morning. Edward was still there, his arm spread out over our heads, the other wrapped around me. I was pressed up against his chest, which was damp from the heat. Slowly, I kicked off the sheets. Apparently it got warm in Italy. I don't know what it was that woke me up, but it couldn't have been too much sleep. From where the sun was at outside the large windows, it couldn't have been after nine o'clock. I took in a long breath and just lay there staring at my husband. I couldn't be quite sure what had happened the night before, but I hoped it would not happen again.

Edward woke up a few minutes later and our eyes met.

"Good sleep?" I asked him. He grinned and nodded, wiping his hand against his forehead.

"It's sure hot here." He murmured, sitting up. His arm was still around my waist so I sat up with him.

"What do you say we take a shower then." I inclined, climbing up into his lap. I kissed his chest. He wrapped both arms around me. I looked up at him and he was smiling wickedly.

"I love that idea, but not just yet." He raised an eyebrow and I tried to hide a smile. He twirled me so that I was back against the sheets and I waited until I saw his face over mine, his eyes wide and in control, and I lifted my body to meet his before he could try and take me first.