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Chapter 2 Playlist

Possibility- Lykke Li

Afraid- Motley Crue

3 Libras – A Perfect Circle

Shouldn't Come Back- Demi Lovato

Crawling- Linkin Park

Previously on Warmness On The Soul:

He slammed the door open and quickly assessed the room before going to his daughter. Once the boys realized there was no threat in the room they put their weapons back.

Maybe you shouldn't come back to me. Trying to forget should be easier than this.

(Bella's POV)

"It'll be as if I never existed," Edward said as his form slowly faded out in front of me. My heart raced as I walked towards his fading image just to have him disappear as my hand went out to reach him. "You don't belong in my world Bella." I couldn't see him but his voice echoed off the forest trees making me start looking around for him.

"Edward! Please don't do this!" I yelled as I looked for him frantically along the trees. "I love you! Please don't leave me!"

"I don't want you to come with me," his voice sounded rough and seething with anger. It seemed closer than it should be.

"You don't…want…me?" my heart was beating erratically in my chest. I turned around, feeling a presence behind me, and looked up to see what was once an angelic face, look like a demonic one. His lips were sneered back exposing his pearly white teeth that were covered in blood. The blood was dripping from his mouth down his chin and onto the floor. His eyes weren't topaz anymore they were the darkest red I had ever seen.

His sneer turned into a smile that made me take a few steps back. This wasn't the man I knew and loved. I was scared of the man in front of me; if you could call him a man. I have never been afraid of him before. I felt something wet run down my neck. I slowly put my fingers up to the sticky wetness and brought it out for me to see. There was blood on my fingers; too much blood. The rusty metallic scent reached my nostrils making my head spin.

I looked back at him unable to breathe, "No," he said through his mischievous grin. Before I had time to make a run from the man I loved he lunged at me causing me to scream as I felt the pain of him roughly attacking my open wound.

"Bella! Bella! Wake up!" I felt something nudging at my arm causing me to bolt into a sitting position and look at my surroundings. I was home and drenched in sweat from the nightmare I had just had. My vision was blurry from the tears that continued to pour down my face. My breath was shaky and I had a hard time getting his face out of my mind. I felt a hand brush away the hair that had fallen against my sticky wet forehead.

I looked up with watery eyes to see my dad with a sad expression across his face. I looked into his eyes and noted a hint of anger there but I didn't understand from what. As far as I could tell it was morning since it was the usually slightly overcast day coming through my window. I wiped away the tears from my face and sniffled, "Sorry," I whispered.

He looked at me a bit confused, "You have nothing to be sorry for Bella." I nodded and took in a shaky breath. I slowly started to collect myself when I felt more eyes on me than there should be. I looked over at my door to see two men standing there awkwardly. One was taller than the other but they looked to be related.

The shorter one was buffer than the taller one. He had these piercing green eyes and sandy brown hair that was tousled on top of his head. Nothing like his hair but it still looked good. The one next to him was lean and a bit scrawny. He had brown hair and green eyes as well. His hair was starting to grow out and flop. Looking into his eyes I could feel a sense of empathy in them. It seemed as though he lost someone as well.

I was about to ask Charlie who they were when I noticed something about the shorter, more attractive looking one. He had a strong jaw with stubble. I remembered that jaw from last night. He was the one that found me. The shorter one cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, "We'll wait for you downstairs." They both turned and left the room quietly.

I cleared my throat and looked back at Charlie, "Who are they?"

"FBI. They're looking into the animal attacks. They found you last night," he told me as he got up and off the bed. Charlie wasn't one to deal with tears and emotions, so I knew he was starting to feel awkward being in the room just as much as those men out there.

I pulled the covers off of me and realized I was still wearing the same clothes as last night—except for my jacket and boots. "I'm gonna…take a shower and get dressed." It was Saturday which meant I didn't have to go to school but I knew Charlie would want to know what happened last night. I didn't really want to have that discussion but it wasn't something I could just completely avoid either.

He nodded his head and walked towards the door, "I'll be downstairs with them going over the cases. You can come down when you're ready." I nodded at him and watched him leave. The first thing I did was go straight to the photo album on my computer desk. It was the album my mom gave me for my birthday but I hadn't left it there. I walked over and opened it. There were pictures missing. Anything that had to do with them was no longer there. And I realized that was true with everything else I had of them. Everything about them was completely gone. It really was as if they never existed; and part of me wondered if I had dreamt the whole thing.

(Dean's POV)

I couldn't keep my eyes off her face. I knew we should have turned around and given Charlie privacy with his daughter but there was just something about her. I recognized the pain in her voice and in her eyes because I had all too well became familiar with them when I looked at Sam. She was in pain. And from what Charlie told us yesterday, before we went looking for her, it's because she loved this Edward guy and he was gone. I didn't know if he was gone voluntarily or because something supernatural took him away. Either way she knew he was gone and she was feeling the pain of it.

She was sweating and breathing heavily. She apologized to her dad for something I didn't know but it seems like Charlie didn't know either based on his reply to that apology. It took her awhile but soon she realized they weren't alone. She looked over at us and seemed to be studying what were clearly two strangers at the entrance of her bedroom. I could see her looking us up and down trying to take us in. She seemed to see something in Sam that made the look in her eyes change from curiosity to empathy.

She seemed to be giving me one last glance when her expression changed. She was staring at me and I didn't understand why and what exactly she was looking at. She blinked a few times as she continued to look at me; starting to make me feel uncomfortable, "We'll wait for you downstairs." I was looking at her but I was sending this information to Charlie. Sam and I turned around and left the room. We went back into the living room; Sam went back to sitting on the couch looking through the files while I walked to the fireplace and took a closer look at the picture of Charlie's daughter which we came to find was named Bella.

Her name suited her well. She was sweating and panting but I could still see her beauty through it all. Some people may have seen her as a plain beauty but when you looked into those chocolate colored eyes you knew there was more to her. The last picture he had of her looked like she might have been in middle school or freshman year of high school. She had an awkward smile on her face like she didn't want to be there. Her hair was straight, long, and brown and her eyes were the same chocolate brown they were now. But there was something in these eyes that weren't in the eyes of the pained girl upstairs.

(Bella's POV)

I got out of the shower and made my way downstairs slowly. I didn't want to face Charlie so I was hoping the men were still here. I was relieved when I got to the bottom of the staircase and saw them there looking through papers on the coffee table in the living room. I decided I should formally introduce myself and thank them for what they did. They hadn't noticed that I had entered the room as I made my way slowly over. The first person to notice me was the short guy; I twirled my hair through my fingers and smiled at him timidly. I put my hand out and cleared my throat, "Hi, I'm Bella."

He took my hand gently into his and the warmth that I felt yesterday against his chest radiated through my hand and up my arm, "I'm Dean," he cleared his throat, "Dean Smith. This is my partner Agent Johnson."

I nodded and took Johnson's hand. "You can call me Sam," he replied before letting go.

I looked back at Dean, "Umm thanks…for finding me…out there." I couldn't exactly say he saved me since I wasn't in any danger; maybe in danger of getting a cold but other than that the only thing that could kill me left me there with a broken heart.

He nodded, "No problem." I went over and sat on the arm chair that was sitting across from Charlie's recliner. Dean was sitting on the couch by Sam, he was at the end of the couch that was closer to the arm chair I was sitting in. I leaned over and looked at the papers they were going through.

"Is this on the animal attacks?" I didn't want to stay quiet. If I kept my mind busy then I couldn't think about him.

"Yeah Bells, nothing for you to concern yourself with," Charlie replied as he was looking over what looked like a report. I noticed a picture hiding under the papers and slid it out from underneath them. I took the picture into my hands and stared at it. It was a picture of a boy probably a little younger than me with blonde hair. He had a huge wound on his neck that was covered in dry blood.

His eyes were closed so I couldn't see what color they were. I didn't find him familiar but the injury he had on his neck was the same injury I had felt in my dream. Without thinking about it I said, "This isn't an animal attack." I could have slapped myself across the forehead then. That was something that shouldn't have slipped out. What was I gonna say that I thought it was?

"What else can it be?" Charlie asked. I looked up at him and ran my fingers through my still damp hair.

"I don't know. But what kind of animal just attacks one area of the body and doesn't…maul the rest of it. Animals don't leave bodies there with meat on their bones," why couldn't I keep my mouth shut? I looked back at the picture and realized that this was more than saving someone's secret. This boy doesn't have the chance to live in a world that he belonged in, yet I have a chance to live in this world where I don't fit in anywhere. It wasn't fair. I'd trade my life for this boy in a heartbeat. It was obvious that a vampire did this; but which one and why? The only vampires I knew were the Cullen's and the nomads that passed through last year.

I looked up to see Dean staring at me. He seemed to be thinking about what I said. "The last time this happened was last year. Remember Bells? They got Waylon; a friend of mine. Weird thing is he was on a boat. He could have easily just turned it on and left but he didn't," Charlie told Dean and Sam. The nomads had gotten Waylon. The thing is that one of those nomads is dead but there are still two out there. Why would they come back though?

I shook my head and looked back at Charlie, "Maybe we should go explore the woods. Check to see if it's actually an animal doing this or not."

"No way I'm letting you go out there young lady. It's too dangerous," he replied back in a stern voice.

"I never said I was going alone I meant that we four should go. Who knows maybe someone is out there and they're hurt or about to become someone's lunch," doing something distracting would do me some good until I was alone. Being alone with my thoughts right now wasn't going to end well for me.

"Someone?" Charlie asked in confusion.

I looked at him confused, "Huh?"

"You said they'd be someone's lunch. Not something," he clarified. Did I really just let that slip? Maybe it would be better for me to be in my own thoughts right now. I looked over to see both Sam and Dean looking at me questionably. They must think I'm crazy. Maybe I am crazy.

Sam and Dean stood up from the couch, "Well, we have to head to Seattle to check out what they have before we start putting this puzzle together," Sam spoke up. I stood up, as did Charlie, to walk them to the door. Sam and Charlie walked in front talking about Seattle and their cases. I looked to my right to find Dean was walking beside me. He gently placed a hand on my arm making me look up at him. We stopped walking, letting Charlie and Sam get a good distance from us.

"Look, if you need anything or need to talk about something that you think has to do with the case give me a call," he handed me a small card with his name and his phone number on it. I took it and just nodded my head. "And try not to look for this…thing alone," I looked back up at him at that, "Don't get me wrong, it's a good idea, but you should probably let the professionals handle it. Just in case."

He seemed to be saying this out of concern. It wasn't that he thought I would get in the way but that I would get hurt. At least that's how my brain registered it. I don't think I can take anymore speeches about how I'm not good enough for people. I nodded again, "I won't. Thank you…again…for everything." He nodded and lightly touched the top of my arm in a welcoming and soothing manner. I could feel the warmth spread through my arm. There was something about this man that had my body telling me he was good and would protect me.

Without even thinking about it or realizing what I was doing I closed the space between us and embraced him in a hug. The minute my arms were around him I felt toasty inside and out. Since he wasn't expecting the hug he just had his arms straight out. He hesitantly patted the top of my back which made me realize that I had probably crossed a boundary and looked like a desperate girl. I quickly stepped away and cleared my throat; my cheeks were starting to warm up from embarrassment. I looked over to find Charlie and Sam just staring at me. I looked back up at Dean, "Sorry. I'm just…umm…grateful. For…yesterday," I was stumbling with my words since I didn't really know why I had the urge to hug the strange man in the first place.

Hugging wasn't something I did a lot. It was rare for me to hug someone back, let alone give someone the hug. I played with the hair at the back of my neck as my blush just intensified. I looked down and avoided everyone's stares. "That's alright. And really it wasn't a problem," Dean said before making his way to Sam at the door. "We'll get in touch with you soon Charlie," he said as he made his way out the front door. Charlie closed the door behind them and turned to look at me.

"What as that all about?" he asked confused.

I shook my head and started for the kitchen, "Nothing." I walked in and started making lunch for Charlie and myself. I don't know if I could eat anything but I should probably force some of it down, for Charlie's sake. I made him his favorite sandwich and placed the plate in front of the chair he sits on at the kitchen table. He walked over and sat down. Once I was done making my own half sandwich, I sat down beside him.

We ate in silence for a while until Charlie finally spoke up, "I know you probably don't want to talk about it but…I need to know what happened."

I looked down at my plate as the throbbing in my heart started again. I didn't want to talk about him or them. I batted my eyes to blink back the tears and sighed, "He broke up with me." I didn't think I needed to say much more. He just took me out there to leave me and left.

"Look kid, I know it's hard to get over your first love but with time it goes away," I wondered if he was talking about Renee; he had this far distant look in his eyes like he was remembering something from a long time ago. He shook his head and looked back at me, "Just like wounds, hearts heal too. I'm not saying it doesn't hurt right now, what he did, but with time you'll forget all about him. And when that happens, you'll have a huge weight lifted from you telling you that you're free." I felt a bit awkward having this conversation with Charlie. He never said meaningful words like this to me or showed any kind of emotion.

I hoped what he said was true. I didn't know how much longer I could deal with this pain; but I also didn't know how to live or be me without him around. I love him. How am I ever supposed to stop loving him like he stopped loving me? I'm just human it's not easy for me to just up and forget him but obviously it was easy for him. I needed a distraction. It seemed that the whole time I was trying to figure things out about the animal attacks was when I didn't feel the pain of losing him.

Charlie got up and stretched, "Well, since it seems like you're doing fine, I think I'll go into the station today. Might be another animal attack reported."

"Yeah go, you shouldn't stay here for me. You guys need to figure out that whole situation," I told him as I grabbed our plates and put them in the sink. There was no reason for Charlie to stay because even with him here I'd still be alone with my thoughts. And if he left I might be able to figure something out that'll keep me distracted. He placed a hand on my shoulder before turning and going upstairs to put his uniform on.

(A few months later)

I placed my phone in the cup holder of my truck before turning my back to my house and driving away. After Charlie had left –to go fishing with Harry—I tried to figure out what to do with myself. I cleaned the house spotless, which only took me about 2 hours, but it wasn't enough time. Charlie wouldn't be home until it was well pass dark and even if he did come home, I didn't have anything to do. I was trying to move on like Charlie had told me so many months ago but it was so hard.

Just looking around my room had me feeling like I was insane. Was he even real? What if he was all part of some crazy fantasy world I had thought up? There was no trace of him left behind. It literally felt like my chest was being ripped in half. I had to place my arm around my torso to keep myself together. After that I couldn't stay anymore so I decided to go hiking.

After packing some things in my backpack and putting on my hiking boots I got into my truck. After finding the same turnout that he had taken me to before, I stopped at the side of the road; the last time I had been here was with him. I needed to go to our meadow and see if it was real; if any of it was real. The absence of him is everywhere I look. It's like a huge hole has been punched through my chest, but in a way—I'm glad. The pain is the only reminder that he was real; that they all were.

I grabbed my backpack and left my truck. I headed on the trail that he had showed me. I couldn't quite remember if we had followed the trail or not but I continued to make my way through. My chest kept aching more as the memories of him bringing me here made its way to the front of my mind. It felt like it had been hours since I started walking but luckily it wasn't dark yet. I was getting ready to just stop and give up when I saw it. There was an opening among the trees that lead to the clearing. I stumbled through the trees and entered the clearing with a raw pain throbbing around the edges of my heart.

It was nothing like I remembered. There were no flowers like before. There wasn't even anything green. The whole clearing was dead; just like my heart felt. It was like the entire clearing was mocking me, my relationship with him, and my current status of living. The flowers that were once vibrant and blossoming were nowhere to be seen. All that lay in its wake now was dead brown grass that looked and felt like hay. I wrapped my arms around my torso as the memory of us laying here after he told me his secret played in my mind. I knelt down and touched the dead grass with my fingertips. I clenched my eyes shut and held onto my chest tighter. I took in a deep breath and stood up quickly. I had to get out of here before I literally fell apart. I opened my eyes to see someone standing in front of me that I didn't think I'd ever see again.

"Laurent," I said as he took a step towards me. It was then that I remembered that I didn't have anyone here to help me. Not like I did last time. He was on the other side of the clearing but even if I tried to run I wouldn't have a chance.

"I didn't expect to find you here. I went to visit the Cullen's, but, the house was empty. I'm surprised they left you behind. Weren't you sort of a pet of theirs?" he started walking to the left of me making me walk in the opposite direction.

I took in a shaky breath and cleared my throat, "Yeah. You could say that." What was I going to do?

"Do the Cullen's visit often?" I was afraid he'd ask me something like that. He only wanted to know if he could strike or not. My heart was racing erratically in my chest again. I was actually afraid.

"Yeah, absolutely. All the time," I informed him. It was a big fat lie but there was nothing else I can do. If I didn't lie it would tell him that he could attack at any moment. "I'll tell them that you stopped by. I probably shouldn't tell...Edward. He's pretty protective."

"But he's far away isn't he?" he asked. Oh no. What was I supposed to say to that? I blinked furiously as my heart sped up. No doubt he could hear it from where he was standing.

"Why are you here?" I asked to change the subject. Was he the reason these people were getting killed?

"I came as a favor to Victoria," he answered. My heart felt like it stopped for a minute.

"Victoria," I whispered; the red-headed vampire that had a thing for James.

"She asked me to see if you were still under the protection of the Cullen's. Victoria feels it's only fair if she kills Edwards mate, giving he killed hers. An eye for an eye," he smirked at this comment. She was after me. She wanted me dead because his family had killed James. I didn't know if I should be scared or angry that they had left at such an inconvenient time. That they killed a vampire and since I'm human his mate decided to kill me instead; an easy kill. How was that fair?

He was starting to walk towards me slowly. I panicked and said the first thing that came to mind, "Edward would know who did it! And he'd come after you." That by far was the biggest lie I had said. He didn't care anymore, so would knowing I was dead because of him make him feel any remorse?

"Oh, I don't think he will. After all, how much could you mean to him if he left you here unprotected? Victoria won't be happy about me killing you. But I can't help myself. You're so mouth-watering," he started making his way towards me making my heart beat faster than ever and making me realize that I needed to start begging.

"Please don't. I mean, you helped us," my voice was shaky and the tears were just about to brim over from the fear. I didn't realize how much I wanted to actually live. I felt like my life was over not even ten minutes ago yet here I was begging to live, and for what? To keep living without him? To keep feeling this pain that he caused by leaving?

Suddenly he was right in front of me. He had his hands by my face like he was tempted to try and comfort me, "Shhhh…don't be afraid. I'm doing this out of kindness. Victoria plans on killing you slowly and painfully, whereas I'll make it quick. I promise; you will feel nothing." He was trying to sound comforting and reassure me that I'd be dead in an instant. It wasn't something I wanted and running would do me no good. I decided I should just accept my fate and be grateful that it wasn't going to be a long and painful one.

I closed my eyes waiting for the pain of his teeth to sink into my neck like I had dreamt about not too long ago.

"Well you sure are the darkest vamp I've ever seen," my heartbeat slowed immediately once I recognized the voice. They had suddenly up and left after the last time I saw them and I hadn't seen them ever since. As soon as I realized who it was my heart started back up. I opened my eyes and looked over to find Sam and Dean standing across the clearing—there was something different about the way they looked—exactly where Laurent had been not even a minute ago.

Laurent stopped and turned around to look at them, "You'll leave if you know what's best for you vermin." I was scared for them. They didn't know what they were dealing with. I looked over at Dean with what I hoped was pleading eyes. I was begging for him to leave; to save himself.

"You know you shouldn't speak that way to the people that can kill you with no remorse," Dean smirked back at him.

Laurent chuckled at this remark, "You have no idea what you are dealing with." And he sure as hell didn't. It was hard for a vampire to kill another one let alone a human to try to kill one.

"Bella do me a favor," Dean told me as he continued looking at Laurent. He glanced over at me as he started to pull something out from behind his back, "Duck." I saw the machete in his hand and didn't even question what he asked me to do. I ducked down and covered my head with my hands. I heard a flop on the floor next to me making me look down. Laurent's head was lying by my bent knees causing me to stand up and back away quickly.

I looked over at his body to see it slowly fall to its knees before slumping completely over. I couldn't help but start to panic. What the hell just happened? I looked over at Sam and Dean and watched as they lit a match and dropped it on Laurent's body. His body went up in flames faster than if they had doused gas all over him. I watched as Sam went over and picked up Laurent's head and tossed it on the fire with the flames that had started to die down. The flames went wild again as his head caught fire. His body was nothing but ash underneath it.

I looked back at Sam and Dean in complete awe, "Who are you guys? I doubt you're really FBI."

"Look we'd like to explain everything but we need to get you home. It's going to start getting dark soon," Dean told me as he walked passed me and pulled the machete out from the tree that was behind me.

Sam and Dean walked me over to my truck. I had a million questions running through my head but I stayed quiet. It was hard enough to walk through the forest but to walk and talk would just have me landing on my hands and knees. "We'll follow you," Sam said as I started getting into my truck and them their car. I nodded and started towards my house making sure that Sam and Dean were behind me.

I parked my truck in the driveway and got out. Sam and Dean parked in front of the house and got out of their car. I waited for them to walk towards me before opening the front door and walking into the kitchen. They closed the door behind them and followed me in. "Okay so tell me," I said, as I crossed my arms over my chest. They sat down in front of me and put their arms on the table.

"I want to know how you knew him," Dean said with this stern hard look in his eyes. He seemed angry at something I had done.

"No. No way. You owe me an explanation. I can easily rat you guys out to Charlie," I threatened. He glared at me and looked away. I looked over to Sam hoping he'd tell me something.

"We're hunters," Sam said as he rubbed at his face. Hunters? What does he mean by that?

"As in hunting deer and things?"

"And things," Dean said in irritation, causing me to throw him a questioning glance.

Did they just happen to run across us while hunting? How'd they know how to kill Laurent? I turned my attention back to Sam since it seemed like Dean wasn't going to give me any answers.

Sam shook his head, "We hunt and kill the supernatural. Vampires, werewolves, shape shifters; the list goes on and on. We find it and kill it." Wait...is it possible that everything's true, the fairy tales and horror stories? Is it possible that there isn't anything sane and normal at all? I guess since vampires exist then why not anything else. So they knew how to kill Laurent; which means they know how to kill…him.

"You just kill them? What if they aren't all bad? Do you kill them anyways?" They had left me here to get killed by their own kind but that didn't mean I wanted them dead. They hadn't hurt anybody.

"Damn straight," Dean replied with a huff.

My heart picked up at his words, "But-but they never hurt anybody! You can't kill them! They haven't hurt anyone," I whispered the last part in defeat. They hurt me. Not physically but you get the gist. I sat down on the chair in front of me and covered my face with my hands. I wanted nothing more than to cry but it never came.

"Who are you talking about Bella?" Sam asked gently.

I pulled my hands down and looked down at them on the table, "They moved away from here around the time you guys first showed up." I couldn't bring myself to say anything more as I stared at the scar on my arm intently. The numb feeling I had been feeling ever since they left returned. It took me awhile to realize that someone had placed their hands over my own. I blinked a few times and looked up.

Sam smiled at me softly, with empathy yet again in his eyes. There was something else though. I could see the pain in his eyes that wasn't there before. I looked over and met Dean's gaze. The same look was in his eyes but the expression on his face told me he hadn't dealt with the pain yet.

I looked back at Sam once Dean looked away with an angered expression. "Are you talking about Edward?" he asked. I took in a shaky breath and looked back down at my hands.

"He hasn't hurt anyone. He's a vegetarian. That's what they called themselves. They only drink from animals," my voice was monotone and I couldn't stop it. The numb feeling was there to protect me from the pain which I was grateful for.

"We aren't going to hurt him Bella. We only hunt down those who hurt others," Sam told me in a reassuring voice. I looked up at him and looked into his eyes to see if he was telling me the truth. I could tell that a lot had happened since I last saw them and by the way Dean was acting this decision was made recently and he didn't like it.

"Thank you," I told him with watery eyes. I blinked my eyes causing the tears to brim over. I went and wiped them away before looking over at Dean again. "What happened?" I asked him before looking over at Sam.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

I sighed, "You guys just up and left without even figuring anything out about the animal attacks. Not to mention," I glanced back at Dean, "I can see it in your eyes," I looked back at Sam, "It's the same thing I see when I look in the mirror." Sam sighed this time and looked down at his hands.

"It's a long story," Sam replied. I looked over at Dean to find him glaring at me.

"You have no idea what it is like," Dean said to me through his teeth.

"I didn't mean-," he cut me off making me close my mouth shut.

"What? You think you know what it's like to lose someone just because some vamp left you?" he slowly got out of the chair and started leaning over the table to sneer this in my face. My eyes immediately watered at how cruel his words came out.

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