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Forgotten Memory

When Edward loses all memories of Bella, the two of them must work to regain their relationship, his memories, and figure out the mystery of how it all happened.


3. Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

“Why doesn’t Edward remember you?”

I gasped. “You do?”

“Of course I do,” she said impatiently. “Why wouldn’t I?”

I quickly filled her in on what had happened since I woke up in Phoenix but not my theory; I wasn’t one hundred percent sure about the theory, so I didn’t want to seem like an idiot around Alice.

“I’m leaving now. I’m not exactly sure why I’m in Alaska again, but I’m taking the next flight out to Forks. Wait with Edward, and when I’m there, maybe I can refresh his memory… ok?”

“OK, I will,” I promised.

There was a small click from the phone. I handed it back to Edward.

She remembers you,” he said stubbornly.

“That’s proof for you,” I smiled.

“ I guess it is,” he smiled back.

Suddenly I remembered something that made me frown. We would have to pass through LaPush to get to the airport…. Oh, crap… That… is a problem…

I groaned, and fell backwards into the grass, covering my eyes.

“Bella?” Edward’s melodic voice was suddenly very close. I opened my eyes, and he was kneeling over me, his face only a foot away from mine, etched in concern. I blushed furiously, looking away. He smiled.

“Well, if you can still find time to blush, it can’t be that bad, can it?” he said with a smile. One blush blended into another, and I looked at the trees as I spoke.

“We… have a problem, Edward,” I groaned.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, still sounding worried. He reached out a hand to help me up. I took it, and when I made contact with his icy skin, my heart misbehaved. I blushed again, and he smiled wider. Well, at least some things about his don’t change, whether he remembers me or not…

“We have to go through LaPush to get to the airport, where we’ll meet Alice.”


“You’re not allowed there.”

“Why not?” he demanded.

“You, Carlisle, and Esme signed a treaty about… sixty years ago.” I explained.

“Wait,” he said slowly; he wasn’t even listening to me. His next sentence was totally random. “If I live here, where is my house?”

I sighed, pointing to the direction it was in. “That way.”

He seemed excited then. “Let’s go.”

“But we have to meet Alice,” I complained.

“She won’t be here for a few hours, we have time,” he smiled at me, and the smile made tears come up, flowing down my cheeks in happiness.

It was my smile, my crooked smile.

His smile vanished when he saw my tears. He was at my side in an instant, one hand, very carefully, on my shoulder. “Bella? Are you all right? We don’t have to go see the house…” He thought it was because of the house!

“You…” I smiled, suddenly on the verge of laughing. “You are so absurd.” I laughed then, so hard I was leaning over, my hands on my knees for support. He only stared at me, confused.

“What did I do?” he asked.

“We can go see your house,” I laughed. “I was crying tears of happiness. It had nothing to do with your house.”

“Then…” he said with a smile. “What made you cry?”

I blushed suddenly. “Nothing.”

That made him determined. “Please?” His midnight eyes begged. And I made the mistake of looking at his face. I couldn’t breathe, and it took a minute before I could remember how to exhale.

I shook my head to clear it. He leaned in closer, causing my heartbeat to speed up erratically. He smiled. “Please?” he whispered, blowing his scent into my face, completely stunning me.

“Erm, what?” I asked, dazed. How does he keep doing that!?

“Tell me what made you so happy,” he said quietly.

I sighed, and began to glower at him. “You… are such a cheater,” I accused him. He only laughed. The sound was beautiful, like music.

“Well?” he said after a minute of silence.

“Well”, I began, blushing again. He still hadn’t moved away; his curious eyes were only a foot away from me. His breath, so sweet, was making it hard to form a coherent sentence, and my embarrassment was not helping… “When you smiled before…”

“Yes?” he prompted, smiling my crooked smile. He was clearly enjoying himself.

“Yes, that smile… I love it,” I said.

He grinned, a somewhat triumphant look on his face.

“Really?” he said.

I nodded, still blushing.

Suddenly, he looked embarrassed. “What?” I asked. What did I do?

He shook his head. “Not a chance.” His eyes still held hints of embarrassment.

“No fair,” I complained. “I told you, now you tell me.”

He looked at me for a minute, before seeming very interested with a flower on the ground while he spoke. “I’m… quite partial to your skin color when you’re blushing.” He said quietly, so quietly I barely heard it. Of course, his comment made me blush deeper.

There was an awkward silence. I wasn’t sure whether or not to break it.

I never needed to. Edward spoke up. “So, should we try to head through LaPush?”

“Sure,” I said slowly. “But it’s far away from here. It would take a while… and I’m not sure how we will be received…”

“We can run,” he suggested.

“That works for me,” I said, already smiling in anticipation of the exhilaration.

He held out his hand, grinning. I took it, and he slung me onto his back in one, effortless movement. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and secured my stranglehold on his neck. I propped my head on his shoulder.

“You might want to close your eyes,” he warned.

I laughed, and the sound echoed through the forest. “Are you kidding me? No chance I’ll close my eyes. Then I’ll miss all the excitement.”

He shrugged, content with that, before taking off at full speed. The wind whipped against my face, and I felt the surge of the adrenaline rush as he pushed faster into the forest. He followed my directions as the trees, and soon the houses, too, sped by in a wall of green and white. Soon, my eyes adjusted slightly to the speed to a point where I was able to direct Edward towards the boundaries. He stopped suddenly when we were right before the entrance, wrinkling his nose.

“I don’t think we should go through here,” he said stiffly.

How true he was… but… I was curious as to what he was thinking…

“Why?” I asked, trying to keep my tone uncaring.

“There are werewolves here,” he said, his eyes narrowed.

I let out a breath, smiling. “Oh, that.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Oh, that?” he quoted in confusion.

I laughed. “Yeah, that. They’ve been there for a while. They were the people you signed the treaty with.”

“So… we shouldn’t be here.”

I sighed. “No,” I admitted. “But it’s the only way to get to the airport, and I’m hoping that they’ll let us through just this once.”

“And what makes you think that a dog is going to make an exception for you?” he asked sourly, his eyebrows raised.

“Because I’m friends with them.” It sounded like a question.

“Wait. How are you able to be with vampires and werewolves?”

“Well… it’s not easy…” What an understatement…

“Trouble magnet,” he said under his breath. I laughed, and he smiled again. My heart misbehaved, an automatic reaction, causing me to blush, and him to smile more broadly.

He seemed to still be deciding whether or not he was going to do it as he crossed the borderline into LaPush, in the direction I pointed out as the direction the airport was in.

Within two minutes, he stopped, cursing under his breath. He was glaring at a group of dark figures emerging from the trees. The closest figure was Jacob. He was looking at Edward with pure incredulity, but quickly recomposed his face, replacing the expression with his mask. Sam Uley emerged next, his expression calm, but the shivers running down his arms giving him away. He spoke through his teeth, his sudden anger surprising me. He was usually so calm…

“Edward,” he very nearly snarled. “What are you doing on LaPush property? This had better be good…”