Chapter1: Hometown
In Alaska
"Edward, please don't go. They might want me. They'll try to kill you to get to me. You know what you went through with the James scene." Bella said.
"They are my relatives, how can I just put them out to the side? James is dead, there is nothing to fear. I can fend for myself." replied Edward.
"Then, what if Jacob with his cult… pack, tries to kill all of you and your kind?"
"No need for silliness, that is unnecessary. You know, at some points you can be very absurd." You could see his anger growing inside his eyes. His eyes fell empty, nothing could be read.
They got out of the car and there were many of them around to greet the Cullen's. One out of maybe 15 caught my eye. She had red-flaming colored hair and she seemed … thirsty. I thought I remembered her from somewhere. I just couldn't pinpoint it. I let it go.
"Bella, what's wrong?" Edward questioned.
"Oh, nothing just thinking of something." I quickly flinched by his surprised question.
Then I remembered that was her, the one I thought Jacob killed, and the one that they wanted to know what she wanted, what her goal was. It was Victoria. Edward became aware of my worry. He seemed to know what she wanted and he jumped in front of me and growled loudly. She retreated and backed away. It seemed as if no one saw anything. They welcomed me and they talked for a while. They played some of that baseball game that I saw before when I first saw Laurent, James, and Victoria. The night went on and it got late. Edward asked me to the side for a while.
"I am sorry for that. I shouldn't have showed you that. I represented my image badly." He said.
"It's ok. I am sort of glad that you did that. I was terrified of her." I offered.
Then we were on our way to his car. Later on, he took me to this restaurant knowing I was hungry. The rest of his family went back to Forks. We finished eating and were in his car.
"So I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked.
"Yea and don't forget tomorrow is your birthday! I have a great gift, however I feel I will regret it." He told me.
"Please don't spend any money on me. I don't want it to end up like last year." I pleaded.
"I know, I know" he complained, "I understand. Are you going to get out?" he asked
"Oh! Yea, sorry about that." I told him.