Disclaimer- I'm just borrowing these, they all belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Author's note- please enjoy my on personal twilight fanfic.

"Edward you can't go. Not now I need you still." I've been crying on and off all day, Tyler justdissappeared and the last thing I told him was. 'Tyler I have a boyfriend, I forgive you for what happened now leave me be.'

"Honey, I need to go. Carlisle wants me on the hunting trip because we suspect more vampires are on the way." He looks into my eyes, as he strokes my hair gently.

"Not more of them, can't I go a couple weeks without visits from them."

"Indeed. That's why I'm going because I refuse to let them anywhere near you." He pulls me in for a kiss and my heart flutters as he pulls away again, turning on his dazzling charm. "Now Bella, may I leave."

I blink trying to clear my mind. "Why should I let you leave me Edward. I don't want to be alone right now."

He laughs . "Do you really think I would leave you here alone? Call Charlie tell him your staying the night with Alice."

He hands me the cellphone and I dial the police station's number.

"Bella? Is something wrong?" Charlie's voice rushed through the phone, I sighed.

"Dad, I'm fine. I just wanted to tell you I'm going Ed... Alice's tonight. There's food in the fridge. Love you." He said his good byes and hung up, turning to Edward I say. "I have nothing on Alice's status for decent, she's going to kill me."

Edward shook his head, eyes lighting up, "Go have a human moment."

I go obediently, taking a quick shower. Tying my robe on I go back to my room, Edward sitting like a statue in my rocking chair. His eyes following me as I brush and dry my hair.

"So what am I wearing?" I go to my closet, he's there handing me an outfit.

I sigh, pulling on the jeans and shirt, tossing a jacket on over it.

"Now can I go?" Edward is posted in my doorway.

I shake my head. "Don't i get a few more minutes with you alone?" I scoot over patting my bed next to me.

"How about I drive slowly? 80mph?"

"No."

"70?"

"No."

"Come on Bella. How about 60?"

I sigh. "Fine, lets go."

I walk out towards his car, not even bothering to pack. I pull my hood up glaring at the Volvo, where Edward was smiling at me.

"Bella I do have a mountain lion to catch, please lets go."

I slam my door shut. "Honestly Edward, why do you have to go, can't Alice?"

"Alice went with Jazz and Esme yesterday." He chuckled again as I scowled.

"So what Alice hates how I dress, I'm getting tired of you Cullens always spending money on me."

"Hmm. Fine, but please don't complain, at least not tonight."

We got out of the car and walked in the house.

"Alice, Carlisle." Edward spoke gently, and his family stopped in front of us. He paused, probably reading their minds. "Lets go, Alice don't. Take mine."

He tossed something at her but I didn't catch it. He leaned in kissing me on the check. "See you soon Bella, Love you."

I nod, giving him a curious look. They bound away leaving me with Alice, Jasper, and Esme.

"Bella who dressed you? No don't protest, let's go." Her whimsical voice is so annoying sometimes.

"There, perfect." I open my eyes looking in the mirror. I'm dressed in a blue dinning dress that clung to my body.

"Dinner time Alice." Jasper's voice floated through the door.

She nods, grabbing my arm carefully, leading me down the steps to the Volvo.

"Your eating in Port Angeles."

"Okay, why do you always dress me up? I'm not a barbie."

"The answer is obvious, it displeases me when you aren't properly dressed."

I ignore the comment, sitting back to listen to Claire De Lune. When the car shuts off I get out. Noticing we're in front of the little Italian Restaurant that me and Edward went to.

Alice smiled at the seater. "Private booth, Cullen."

"Right this way." The seat sat us down. Alice whispers before sitting down. The seater nods. "Your waiter will be out here soon."

Alice leans back, shutting her eyes. I wait about five minutes.

"Perfect, Bella I'll be back after you." She flits away and I take in my surroundings. I was isolated, fine by me these three inche heels are a death trap.

A shadow falls over me, I look up and gasp.