Bella Swan laid in bed, where she had spent most of her time at home after Edward had vanished into thin air, taking her soul with him. Slowly, Bella had begun to make an effort to get out of the house and spend some time with her friends; especially Jake. He seemed to be the only one she really smiled around, and she knew that Charlie was glad to see her ripping away from her previously catatonic state. She pulled out her laptop and started to write another e-mail to Alice, though it would undoubtedly go unread and unanswered.

Bella had become used to writing an e-mail to Alice every day since the Cullens had left Forks. It was more like an electronic journal of her life, as the only one who paid them any mind was herself. She wrote about her trysts with danger; these "accidents" seemed to be the only way that she could hold on to Edward's presence. There had been learning to fix motorcycles with Jacob, as well as getting on the back of a bike with a random stranger while she had gone out for the night with Jessica.

Edward was mistaken, Alice. I'm in even more danger now that you have vacated my life. Victoria still hunts for me. Biding her time until she can exact her revenge for Jame's death. The wolves have vowed to hunt her down and kill her before she can get to me, put she keeps eluding them as she will continue to do so. I know she will exact her revenge; I've seen it in my dreams. I always thought you were the psychic one, but my dreams are never changing. It seems as though everything has been decided, and none of my actions seem to be changing anything. I thought something I would do could change the outcome, but it all seems to ensure it. I miss you all dearly, even Rosalie. If by some chance you actually ever read this, know that I don't blame you. To die for someone that you love must surely be a good way to die. I'd rather let Victoria come for me, then to put Edward in danger.

Bella pressed send and slammed the laptop shut. It was still as hard as it was in the beginning to pour her heart out, even if it were only in writing. She had never been the type to wear her heart on her sleeve and admitting to these feelings, ones that were pressing down on her heart until she was drowned from the inside, were killing her with every written word.

Standing, she bent down and grabbed athletic shorts that had been discarded before she had gone to sleep last night and finagled her way into them, then pulled the hair tie from her dark locks until they fell over her shoulders. It was at times like these that she missed her mother. Renee was a happy, indulgent mother who had always been more like a best friend. When she had taken a job as a photographer that demanded that she spend a lot of time traveling, Bella had decided to move in with her father, Charlie, who was the police chief of Forks. It was a relatively small town where there wasn't a lot of trouble to get into which naturally meant there was also a lack of fun things to do around town.

Bella turned her door knob and stepped into the landing. She stopped immediately as she heard her father in the living room talking to who she thought was her mother on the phone. The two had split when she was only a baby; her mother had supposedly felt smothered living in this town where nothing ever happened. Bella knew though, that her mother and father were still in love. Whatever had happened fifteen years ago when they had split hadn't been due to a lack of feelings between the two. Renee was better at handling it; hiding it, rather. Charlie seemed to be an open book, even if the words never left her mouth.

"You have to listen to me, Prue," he said. Prue? Who the hell is Prue? "Bella's in trouble--yes, I know you're following a lead that could tell us more about her prophecy-- she's fallen into league with vampires," he said but was obviously being cut off quite frequently. How does Charlie know about this? "She's devastated, Prue. She was dating one and he just disappeared one night with his family; left not so much as a note, like some sniveling little coward!" Hey, Edward is protecting me, she shouted mentally. "I've spoken to the wolves," he said explaining to this woman. "They're keeping an eye on her but apparently there's a rogue vampire after her." Charlie paused, presumably listening to Prue. "Find out what you can and then come home. If anyone can stop this Victoria bitch, it's you, but I think we need to discuss unbinding her powers--we'll talk about it when you get here. 'Bye, Prue."

Charlie put the phone back on it's crib and turned toward the stairs. "Hm," he said noting that no one was there. He could of sworn he felt Bella.

Bella retreated to her room, shutting the door as quietly as possible so as not to alert Charlie that she had been eavesdropping on his phone conversation. Who the hell was Prue, and how the hell did she and her father know about vampires and werewolves? Not to mention there's some kind of prophecy that supposedly involved her and powers. What kind of powers?And how was Prue supposed to be able to stop a lunatic vampire if the Cullens and the quileutes couldn't?

She pulled on her jeans and a flannel shirt and sneakers before jogging downstairs, immediately running into Charlie.

"Where are you going kiddo?"

"Uh, I thought I'd go down to the res and hang out with Jacob," Bella stammered. "I won't be that long; I should be back in time to make dinner for you."

"Okay," he said placing a kiss on her forehead. "Have fun and be careful."

"Bye, Dad," she said running out the door to her rusty old truck. On her way to the reservation she thought about how she would confront Jacob. He must know that the rest of the pack had been talking to Charlie, who had clearly known about them long before she had. On her way there, her racing thoughts slowed as she saw the cliff that Embry and Quil had gone cliff diving at. Bella pulled over and climbed out of her truck; taking her shirt off and throwing it on her seat. She made her way to the edge and looked down. Edward, she thought trying to conjure up the illusion that he was there beside her. He didn't appear, and tears came to her eyes. If he won't come on his own, I'll force his hand, she thought and jumped.