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I felt the breath down my neck. I was so scared, I began to feel my body shake. I slowly began to turn my head to face the Volturi, to face Alice, to face Edward. To face them all, and then wait to be killed. I remember seeing the moments me and Jake spent together. Working on his Rabbit, the movies, him teaching me how to ride the motorcycles. I opened my eyes slowly.

I didn't see anything, though I fet a presence. I got to my feet quickly and turned in all directions. They were playing games with me I saw the first little set of small village houses and I took off. I was hoping to find people, people to help me. I couldn't speak Italian or anything, but maybe the Volturi wouldn't try anything so close to their city. Again, my mind was racing going through different ways to escape. My feet hit cobblestone and I slowed down. It was a small village, but it was beautiful.

The houses almost looked like they were from a movie. They were built with stone and had beautiful draperies around the windows. The people there were walking slowly, eyeing my cautiously. It looked almost as if they had secrets. I felt my body become weak. I looked behind my shoulder and back into the field and I thought my heart stopped. There in the field was a large, grey wolf.

Jacob's Black Point of View

She left. She left. She left. They're gonna kill her. They're gonna kill her. They're gonna turn her into a stupid bloodsucker. She's gonna go back to Edward, and she's going to be heart broken again. I did all I could, and it was never enough for her. I wasn't right for her? I did everything for her! My mind was going too fast to think straight. I was thinking of Bella too much. Everyone in the pack was getting angry, but what else was I do to? I had to see her safe again, I just had to hold her once more.

I turned to face the pack. They knew all about my thoughts, they knew all about how it was eating me alive on the inside. My emotions going into a even deeper hatred for the damned bloodsuckers. My head was started to spin. I walked towards the others, in human form.

"Jacob, we've got a hold on Victioria's scent. She's heading East. Can you do some extra shifts? Protect Charlie. Oh and Jacob? There's nothing we can do about Bella. I'm sorry," Sam Uley spoke. He looked at me and slowed his words down after he spoke Bella's name.

"Right. Sure. Whatever," I replied, I couldn't really look them all in the eye. They looked at me carefully, wondering if I was going to be okay. After a few more words spoken, they all ran off, transforming into the giant wolves we all were. I turned and turned into my own giant wolf form.

I took off East, trying to find her scent. I caught onto the blodosuckers scent and followed.

Bella Swan's Point of View

The last thing I remembered was seeing the dark eyes of a large wolf. It reminded me of Jake. Was it Jake? No, I'm not in Forks...I'm in Italy, somwhere. Somewhere near volterra, where the Volturi were looking for me. Where they were hunting me down, and by the night, I would probably be dead. I was in a small room, laying on a bed. I looked around for someone, my eyes still not focusing. I rubbed at my eyes and the room came clearer. The windows were draped shut, and above the bed was a giant dream catcher. There were pictures on the walls of animals. Looking closer, they were wolves.

Flashbacks of Jake flew into my mind. I got to my feet, almost falling over. I felt sick to my stomache. Did the Volturi get me? I had no idea where I was. I opened the drapes and looked out into the darkness. It was night. Maybe I was dreaming, maybe I was dead? I saw something far off in the distance, somewhere in the field. I didn't want to know who or what it was. I took a few steps around the room. I heard fotosteps and my heart began to pound.

A woman walked into the room. She looked at me carefully and cautiously. She spoke a few words in Italian, and then eyed me up and down. She was holding a cup in her hand.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand," I tried to speak with care. My voice was low and breaking.I looked to the floor.

"You speak English? Ahhh. Alright. Who are you, where are you from? My name is Migina," she had a very thick accent, but I could tell she was being kind. She had a long black braid, and dark brown eyes. She took a few steps closer, handing me the cup. It was warm to my cold fingers.

"My name... is Bella, I'm from America. I don't knnow where I am, I want to go home, I have no clue how to get home," My voice became quick, and scared, I felt tears swelling up.

"Are they after you?" She asked looking around the room carefully. She knew? She knew of the Volturi? Of all the vampires? The legends? The truths? How did she know?

"What...who?" I asked taking a sip of the warm was a herbal tea. I didn't want to spill the secret and make her think I was a mad woman. She looked around once more before lowering her voice.

"I saw vampires hunting you down, four of them, maybe more my dear. You are safe now though. Did you know they were chasing you?" She asked kindly. She couldn't have been too old, maybe her thirties.

"Yes... It was the Volturi...You must think I'm crazy, I'm so sorry. Where am I?" I asked, sipping more. She smiled down at me as I stared down at the floor.

"You're safe, that's all that matters. The Volturi won't get you here, in our village. You're in a highly protected village. You ran quite far from Volterra. About 10 miles. But you're safe. If you need to get back to the States, I'm sure someone here wouldn't mind escorting you to the airport. Do you have tickets home,dear?" She got to her feet and looked outside carefully.

"I have tickets home...That would be...quite lovely.."I said finishing the tea and placing it beside me. She nodded her head and looked at a watch on her wrist.

"My husband should be home within the hour. It's around 2AM, if you'd like we can get you a 5'o Clock plane. You've had a rough two days. If you'd like you can use the shower," she opened the door and pointed across the small hallway. I nodded carefully. She picmed up the small ceramic tea-cup and walked out.

I was out for two days, and I was going home. I was safe. I felt unnaturally safe around these people. This woman said her husband would be home soon, around 2AM? That's strange, but I didn't care. I wanted to be home, I wanted to be home back in Forks. I wanted to be away from Edward. i wanted to be back with Charlie, who was probably going to murder me. I was already gone for four days. Jake must be worried, Charlie probably told Mom I left again...

I got to my feet and took a long hot shower. The water felt nice against my body. I must have been having nightmares, cold sweat was all over me. I was hoping I wasn't screaming at night and keeping Migina and her husband awake. I got out of the shower and dressed back into my clothes. I walked down the hallway and into a living room. There was a small T.V set and a small couch, which looked home made of some type of animal skin. There were Indian artifacts, and random things all over the house. I wondered why Indian tribe things would be in Italy? Maybe she was from America at one point?

I looked outside at the sky, it was starting to set slowly. It made me feel a little bit more comfortable, but I was still uneasy. How did I know that these people wouldn't kill me, or take me to the Volturi?

"Dear, my husband is home. He'll take you now. Don't worry, you'll be fine. And safe," Migina said onoe more time and she escorted me to a car, where her husband sat in the car. I was on my way to the airport, on my way HOME. To get grounded by Charlie, but I'd get to be safe, and be back with Jake. The way there, all I could think of was Edward, what was he feeling? Was he alright? Did the Volturi feel the need to kill him? And Alice? My breathing stopped, and my heart dropped in guilt, what if I had just gotten Alice killed?

I got out of the car and thanked Migina's husband for everything. He told me he'll make sure the vampires don't get me, and with a sure, hopeful smile I stepped out of the car. People were all staring at me as I headed inside, was it because I looked like a wreck? I sighed and began to think about Edward again. I still loved him of course, but what if he left again? I couldn't do that again. My heart felt a stab inside of it, and I felt a tear stream down my face. I was making a mistake.