Isabel POV

It was raining today, like any other day. But it wasn't like any other day. The air felt different, electric almost. As if there was a sort of anticipation in the air. A sign my instincts were sending me. A warning perhaps? Looking from the window of the Edwards Volvo I decided not to worry. Edward and I had returned from Phoenix several days ago. Charlie had been furious but had relented when I gave him the excuse of wanting to see Erin.

Everyone had met her six years ago, no one except my family had known this, but for a long time I had been institutionalized with hallucinations. I was labeled schizophrenic, an olfactory schizophrenia. The episodes almost always occurred when I slept. Erin had joined in the institution and instantly found her way to me. She'd insisted she could help me, and I'd gone without a nightmare for one of the longest periods and when it occurred again, I finally caved. I got better and six months later, I was released, along with her. Both our doctors and nurses all thought it was due to some subconscious connection. That we both had some kind of great memory that surpassed the disease, a memory of someone and that we reminded each other of this person. Some sort of coincidental miracle. We knew better.

"Isabella?" I cringed at the nickname, hating it. It was strange hearing a name that didn't belong to me. My real name was Isabel Winchester, I have never met my real family, nor do I want to. I'm told there violent and murderous criminals. Psychotic even. Charlie was an uncle of mine, my father had apparently dropped me off one day and pretty much handed me over to my uncle. That was it. No questions. No suspicious, not even a picture or goodbye. So much for a warming family.

"Isabella?" I flinched at the sudden loudness and irritation of his tone.

"Yeah?" I asked, a little more agitated sounding then I'd intended. Oh well.

"Have you been hearing a word I said?" he asked frowning at my responding tone.

"No, sorry, what were you saying?" I asked, trying to slip back into the façade I enjoyed so much. I rolled my eyes at that comment, then reminding myself why I was playing this pathetic charade. Until whatever was wrong with me, disappeared, I had to pretend to be the helpless boring teenager. Though I hated it and it felt like I was going against my very core. But it was necessary, that world would destroy me piece by piece if I let it. What that world represented, what she represented, left me out of control and dangerous. I didn't want to be dangerous, I wanted to be human. Well not exactly. I wanted to be a vampire, an Indo vamp wouldn't have very many human challengers. Then I could return home. Return to my family.

"That Alice said her visions lately have been blurry and that she and the family want you to spend your time at the house and not on La Push," he said, a voice that meant to avoid being questioned. I just didn't think that way.

"What has been able to see properly? And im sure Jacob would never harm me," I said slightly put off. Shifters were a lower ranking, I could take on the lower chains one on one, but not in groups. I always felt so jumpy around the Cullen's or the pack.

"You and school mostly, Rosalie as well for some reason," he said, voice laced with frustration.

"Oh," I said not sure what to say to make him feel better.

"Maybe were all just undecided right now," I suggested.

"Yeah, maybe," he didn't relax.

When we pulled up to the school I noticed a black Mercedes sitting in our usual spot. It seemed familiar for some reason. I frowned, eye brows furrowing as I tried to pin point the memory. Where on earth had I seen that?

"Isabel," a voice said, my body becoming completely in tune with the person in question. Then everything made sense. Everything happening so quickly. So confusingly, it all made sense, but only to me. She was going to be furious, she had found me.

I turned to her, a stony expression on her face, telling me nothing and everything. Whenever she wore that expression it meant she was suppressing a lot of emotion and based on her tone and posture, none of it good. "Era-Lie, what are you doing here?" I asked, voice climbing an octave. The Cullen's were quickly pushing there way through the throngs of people, worried about a scene.

"Three guesses and the first two don't count," she said voice almost empty, I recognized that tone as well. She'd already figured everything out and she was close to not caring about what happened until she succeeded in whatever she had come for. I had a feeling it was me.

"I don't want to talk about this now," I said glancing at Edward and the rest of the Cullen's. They were confused and they didn't look too pleased either. Especially Rosalie, who was glaring daggers at me. I thought she'd gotten over whatever little thing she had against me. Or maybe she thought this was going to cause problems, like she needed another reason to hate me.

"No, we will do this now, I didn't spend six months looking for you for nothing," she said eyes narrowing as Edward pulled me behind him. "You think I'm a threat to her, the only real threat to her is you."

Edward flinched, and then pure frustration ran through him. Then anger. He took a step forward, eyes black. "Brother, now is not the place," Jasper said through gritted teeth. The emotions radiating off of Edward must've been venomous, it made me glad that I was in a bubble of empty emotion. Erin wasn't protected in the same way I was, but she was so detached from the world half the time that it didn't matter if you did have empathy or not. You'd never get a read on her unless you'd known her for a long time.

"Let's move this home," I said quickly. "Follow us," I said when no one responded, wrapping my hand around Edward's arm and tugging towards the car. I knew she'd follow. She probably loathed the idea of me being anywhere near him, let alone touching him.

I could tell Edward was enraged, he was tense and quiet the whole drive home. I was freaking out on the inside. Though instead of saying anything, I turned and watched the rain fall out the window. It'd be sorted out soon enough.

The house was dead silent, and it was eerie, as if the situation needed it. This was dire enough without the soundless house. It felt like breathing would disturb the deadly silence. I sighed instead. "Era-lie i-," she cut me off coldly. She was madder then I'd expected.

"I'm not just mad, I'm livid," she said.

"Right and it really took six months to find me, more like six minutes," I muttered the last bit to myself and her eyes met mine and I flinched. "I'm sorry."

"For what? Isabeau your not sorry for leaving, selfishly and unnecessarily might add, but keeping me waiting for you to return for six months. Your sorry I got fed up and ruined your little game of pretend," she said so cynically that I frowned, I hated when people used my full name even more then when people used my full fake name. Though whenever she spoke my name, I swore I had to pause and breathe. Always so much emotion and yet so little all the time.

"Its easy to make anything sound stupid," I said scowling at her. She seethed, maybe talking back was a bad idea. It was strange, but in these moments she reminded me of a parent. Even though I knew she wasn't really upset.

"You don't think so? Give me one good reason not to have the Level Seven's reign down on this part of Washington and have it burnt to ash in a single night," she said smiling, I hated when she smiled so destructively like that. Even worse, she meant it. When she got wild ideas like that, she normally followed through.

"You know why," I said quietly, looking down at my lap.

"Please, enlighten us," she said evenly. I knew what she was doing. She was going to ruin everything. I glared at her defiantly, and she smirked. She'd won. She always does.