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Author's Note: This is the edited chapter two! Review replies are now at the end of the chapter. It should also be noted that the Sherlock Holmes in this story is based off of Jeremy Brett, Basil Rathbone, and Ronald Howard.

Bella's Car – Route 4, somewhere outside of Forks, Washington

"So, how do you know Mr. Holmes," Bella asked.

"He's an old friend of Carlisle's."

"Oh," they were silent for a moment before Bella spoke again. "Do you know how they met?"

Edward took his eyes off the road so he could smile at her. "You're certainly full of questions today. They met in London. I think it was somewhere around the year 1876. Holmes, being the genius that he is, knew that there was something odd about the young doctor. He naturally investigated and eventually found out the truth.

"Holmes was about thirty at the time. You know the three year period in which Watson and Holmes were apart? Those three years were spent with Carlisle in Italy. He was training to resist the effects of human blood. Now, Holmes excels at everything, and that is why it only took him three years.

"They've kept in touch over the years, but this is the first time that Holmes has visited the States."

"If this is the first time Holmes has visited the United States, how do you know him?"

"Carlisle brought me to London around the year 1936. We were only there for a short time and Holmes was on a case, so I never really met him formally."

There were a few moments of silence as Bella contemplated whether or not to ask her next question.

"I don't have to be able to read your mind to know that you have another question."

"What happened to Watson?"

"I believe that Holmes changed him. I'm not over sure, however, because Dr. Watson was averse to being a vampire in the first place. If you really want to know the truth, you'll have to ask Mr. Holmes yourself."

The rest of the car ride was wrapped in a peaceful silence. They were both thinking quiet thoughts about Mr. Holmes' unexpected visit.

When Edward and Bella arrived back at her house they found Charlie sitting on the couch drinking a beer and watching the Celts verses the Lakers. "Hey, Bells," then he noticed Edward. His entire demeanor chilled. "Hello, Edward."

"Hello, sir," Edward smiled politely. "How are you this evening?"

"Fine, and you?"

"As well as I can be," Edward glanced at the television. "Celtics verses Lakers. An old rivalry, no doubt. I'm almost sure that the Lakers will win this one. But I can't see the future," he smirked and kissed Bella on the head. "I'll see you tomorrow."

The moment Edward was out of the room, Charlie scoffed.

Bella rolled her eyes. "Come on, dad, can't you accept that Edward's intentions are pure?"

"Not in a lifetime. Bella, he hurt you! He hurt you bad! And I can't help but feel that he's controlling you in some way. It just isn't right!"

She smiled at her dear, sweet, overprotective father and kissed him on the head. "Don't be so melodramatic, dad. He doesn't control me in any way. I'm going to head up to my room. It's been a long day."

After a fitful night of sleep, Bella awoke to a rare sun shiny day. She smiled as she dressed and headed over to the Cullen house.

However, the sunny atmosphere did not reflect on the inside of the Cullen house.

Everything was smashed. From Emmett's prized big-screen TV to Esme's wonderful antique coffee table. Mr. Holmes sat silently on a small piece of couch that had escaped whatever destroyed the rest of the room. He glanced up at Bella as she entered.

"What happened here?" Bella asked, taking in the destruction.

"I was hoping that you would have the answer to that, Miss Swann. I stayed in the woods last night for one last night of hunting. This morning I arrived to the carnage that you see now. All I can deduce from this wreck is that the Cullens were taken by at least ten vampires to a location that I can't pinpoint," he held up a red strand of hair. "Also, one of the other vampires has red hair."

"Victoria," Bella breathed. The world spun before her eyes and she collapsed into a heap on the floor.

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