This is the big chapter, or one of them. The story starts moving along, shit hits the fan, pardon my language XD

Summary: That party with Jacob is coming up and Edward mentally prepares to face one of his past demons with the tribe.

Rating: T, due to language and OOCness on Ed's part.

Word Count: ~4.5k

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight or its characters, but I do own the plot that starts happening here.

WARNING: This is the chapter where the BellaxEdward world crashes and burns, so if you're a fan of the pairing or thought this story was going to be the original couple you're wrong. DON'T READ ANY FURTHER IF YOU'RE NOT A FAN OF JUST EDWARD.

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It had been several days since the fight with Bella, and things were only slightly better. First off, neither he nor Bella could look at Lyra anymore. Bella felt bad but was still suspicious and Edward felt awkward at the mere suggestion, seeing as she was fairly pretty and everybody seemed to think he had feelings of the romantic sort for her.

Secondly, this weekend was the little social gathering with the Quileute friends of Charlie's. Several of them were coming now, along with some other members of the council. He would be there, for Bella and for his family's secret, but it was starting to look more and more unappealing.

The last time he had been face-to-face with the descendants of those mutts was seventy years ago, and he had had Carlisle, calm and collected, beside him. The old men of those days were gone, but their sons, like Billy Black, were well aware of the existence of vampires, and their naïve children had heard the stories. If they were shown proof, it wouldn't seem so absurd to them anymore.

So Saturday night would require extra hunting and caution, because the tiniest mistake could ruin everything, and he could not do that to his family again. He had already nearly fallen over that edge when he first met Bella.

But the more pressing problem was what he would do about Bella.

He wanted to sort things out with her, desperately so, but she was being stubborn. If it was still like this by Saturday, or tomorrow, the night might not go so well, assuming he was still invited. He couldn't do much sitting outside in the treetops, if something bad did happen.

Overall, there was not much he could do either way, except worry.

Friday morning he rode to school with his siblings in Rose's convertible. She was smirking at him in her rearview mirror.

Told you it wouldn't last long, she thought with a mental sneer.

"Calm down man," Jasper whispered, clenching Edward's shoulder in restraint as he glared at his sister. He sent waves of relaxation at his furious brother but it just made it worse.

"Bella and me are fine," he wanted to say but in truth he wasn't sure. Bella was more upset with herself at her outburst than anything else and she tended to shut people out when that happened. Edward included.

Emmett glanced between him and Rosalie. Then he smacked her shoulder and she turned to snarl at him, stomping on the brakes so they squeaked.

"What. The Hell." she screeched.

"What?" Emmett asked innocently. "You do that to me all the time!"

"So?"

"Just give Edward a break okay? Everybody. Bella's and his relationship is none of our business he doesn't need all your snide comments Rose."

Everyone stared in shock at Emmett. No one ever talked that way to Rosalie; they just accepted her eternal bitchyness as regret and anger because she was turned. This was why they all liked to try to stay behind the line of fire. All except Emmett apparently.

Don't worry man I got your back. Just ignore Rosalie she's just giving you crap you don't need. Emmett smiled at him and Jasper relaxed Rosalie so she would drive again, though she was fuming the whole way there.

When they were parked, Rosalie threw the car in reverse and sped away, leaving them behind in the slush.

"Well you're not getting any tonight," Jasper smirked and walked away with Alice who was snickering as she took her husband's hand.

"Or for a while," Edward grinned at his bear of a brother. "Thanks. You didn't have to do that." But Emmett just shook his head sadly, denying it.

"Edward...you're finally happy. Because of Bella. I doubt Rosalie could deter either of you when it comes to your relationship, but you still don't need to put up with her shit. Silent or not." He winked. "Besides, you and Jasper are both too 'gentlemanly' to do it anyways." It was Emmett's turn to grin, but then his face fell and he looked cautious. "Incoming!" he hissed and power-walked away, human speed.

Edward turned around to see Lyra marching full speed toward him, too close now for him to run away.

"Lyra," he greeted curtly. He didn't want to chance Bella seeing him talk to her, but Lyra grabbed his arm as he tried to walk away.

"What's going on?" she demanded. "All of a sudden you, Bella and Alice aren't talking to me! Did I do something? Was it when we met up at the mall?"

"Lyra..." he groaned. "It's not you okay? Bella and I are just fighting that's all."

"Really? Because I got a very angry, jealous phone call from her a few nights ago."

"Well yes that's part of it but-" Edward stopped talking mid-sentence for half a second. Alice poked her head back around the corner, hoping he hadn't seen her. "Excuse me," he growled as he dismissed himself and stomped over to where Alice had been.

Following her scent to the library, he found her holding a book, pretending to read.

"Alice."

"Oh hey Edward! You'd never believe how many good books they have here!"

"Why were you eavesdropping?"

"Eavesdropping? When?"

"Don't play dumb Alice I saw you!" he thundered, lowering his voice when Lauren Mallory stopped reading in the aisle over to listen. So he started talking at vampire speed, his voice so low the obnoxiously nosy girl wouldn't have a chance of hearing.

"I know you were over there listening, I saw you. You had this...look on your face." He glared at her for three minutes and twenty-seven seconds before her composed look dissolved and she looked guilty.

"I'm sorry...I know I should have told you but I wanted to make sure I was right first..." she mumbled.

"Tell me what?" he snapped.

"...The last few days I've been looking into the future and nothing came up. But then I decided to try to look a year or two ahead and I saw something."

"...What? How is that possible, the future couldn't possibly be that adamant!" Alice had never seen more than a few months ahead, because there were too many variables when it came to the future.

"I know but this was. It was strange, but it was definitely staying there."

"Well what did you see?" he asked anxiously. The final bell had rang and class was started but this was too important to put on hold until later.

Alice closed her eyes and tilted her head, inviting him to look onto her mind.

What he saw was not much, but was certainly enough to confuse him.

Alaska.

"…That's it?" He asked impatiently. She held up her finger and concentrated, the hardest he had ever seen her. Then she showed him more.

It was the same place; white snow, sparse plants and layers of permafrost. But now there was a huge house. Then it switched to a smaller house, like a cottage. Images of him, Emmett, Rosalie and…Carmen? Okay...

There was a flicker of something else, a white blur with a dark spot. A vampire maybe?

"There," Alice breathed a sigh of exhaustion. "Did you see all that?"

"Well, yeah, but I don't see how that's completely worrying…" Despite what he was feeling, this creeping suspicion something was about to go wrong started to grow in his head.

"Edward! My god you're dense!" Edward looked around in offense, eyes wide. "Don't you see! That's all I'm seeing! No matter who I focus on or where I focus on, our family is there! I don't know why or when exactly, I just know that we're going to be in Alaska in a few years. Something big is about to happen and it's going to happen regardless of who decides what. I don't know what it is, but it's going to be big and probably bad."

"Great. Perfect! Just what we need right now…"he grumbled.

"I'm sorry Edward…but there's something else…"she said, trying to keep up her mental block so she could say it herself, not her thoughts.

"What? Alice I've already had enough days out of school away from Bella, can we please hurry up so I don't miss anymore?" Granted they were fighting, but he still longed to be able to watch her through the minds her peers, to make sure she was safe.

But in that moment, when he said her name, Alice slipped and Edward froze in shock. Then the denial and crushing panic came.

"WHAT?" he thundered, this time earning the attention of the librarian, who started marching toward them, yelling for them to get to class.

"Edward I'm sor-" Alice started but Edward was already storming off and was out of the building within 20 seconds, where he ran full speed into the woods.

They would be going to Alaska in a few years because of some big event that was looming on the horizon. Before, Edward could hardly care, because it would all end up being all right as long as he had his love. Except now…

Bella wouldn't be coming with.

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Edward stormed through the front door, ignoring Rosalie and Esme's questioning thoughts.

"Edward are you all right darling? You seem-" but Edward cut her off by slamming his door in her face.

Oh… Esme thought sadly and slowly walked away.

Jerk, hurting Esme's feelings like that… Rosalie mumbled in her thoughts as she tuned her precious M3, again.

"Oh like you're one to talk Rosalie!" he shouted angrily. She stopped and was immediately at his door, standing there with her hands on her hips.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she said in her snotty, self-centered voice.

"It means that if you were less of a prude, maybe some of us would actually like being around you!" he screamed. "Now go attend to your precious car; I can hear it crying, maybe it wants to be fed," he mocked. He knew the baby allusion was a low blow, but with the mode he was in, he really couldn't care less.

Rosalie's face went slack with shock at his tone and then filled with anger.

"I suppose you think it's funny right? Using the one thing I want most and can't ever have against me? You're a man, you'd never understand, so of course you make fun of it instead!"

"No, Rosalie, I'd use that against you on purpose just so you feel bad," he sneered sarcastically. "Unlike some people, I'm not nasty to others just to make them feel bad. I had sympathy for you before, with what happened to you and all your whining that you can't have a family, but now you just use it to win an argument, because you know we'll feel bad. Not anymore!"

Edward's mouth fluttered open a bit before he clamped it shut. It was no use taking it back; he didn't mean it, even though it was partially true. Now Rosalie had an astounded look on her face, but then she lifted her chin and turned on her heel back down to the garage.

Bastard… she thought, but it was in defeat. He had finally stood up to Rosalie, but he didn't feel as good as he had thought he would. She was a bitch sometimes, and everybody knew it, but whenever one of him or his brothers talked back they were scolded just because Esme thought Rosalie was still 'sensitive'. She still carried the memory of her death, but by now, the only time she used it was to make her opponent feel awkward and guilty in a fight and he was sick of it.

Not surprisingly, Esme was mad at him for how 'mean and unkind' he was to his sister of sorts, so he found no refuge at home. The only place he could think to go to was Bella's house.

He climbed in swiftly through the window, glad she kept it unlocked. Her unmade bed, ancient computer and piles of books and cd's were comforting to him. It was something familiar, but not too much so it was boring. He found what she liked interesting, it let him into her mind, to a degree.

He sat there, skimming through her books and flipping through her cd's until he heard her thunderous truck pull into the driveway. Sighing, he put down her things where they had been and opened the window, wishing he didn't have to leave.

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His hand was on the doorknob. His siblings knew he was there, yet they didn't say anything; their thoughts were silent as well, trying to focus solely on what they were doing instead of his hesitance outside the door. Esme or Rosalie must have told them what he had said before he left.

Taking a deep breath he didn't need, he stepped into the house and quietly shut the door. Nobody looked up as he slunk to his room. A few minutes after him just sitting on his couch, staring blankly at the wall, there was a series of light knocks.

He already knew who it was, so he minus well get it over with.

"Come in." Rosalie's silver-blonde head poked through the opening and she slipped through the crack, shutting the door. Like that would do any good.

"Edward," she addressed him flippantly.

"Rosalie." They stood and sat in silence for about a minute before Rosalie finally spoke, the words coming out making him stop breathing.

"I'm sorry Edward." His head shot up and he gawked at her incredulously. She held up her hand so she could finish. "I know you get frustrated with me and I know that I say…unnecessary things that hurt you. You were right. I apologize and, what with my temper, I can't promise that it won't happen again, but I'll try my best," she finished, looking oddly remorseful. The whole thing was really formal, which wasn't like Rosalie at all.

"Did Esme put you up to this?" There was no point if she wasn't sincere.

"No. She did talk to me, but I guess, after Alice told me what she told you at school, that right now isn't the best time for me to be callous."

"…Alice told you?" he asked in disbelief.

"Well, yeah. I mean the vision involved all of us." Edward could tell she was trying not to be her usual, cruel self, but it was slipping through surprisingly fast.

"…I see." This was embarrassing. "I don't know what to say."

"How about you go see Bella? I know you've been missing her all day." Alice suggested, bouncing into the room like a hyperactive rabbit, per usual. He knew she was just trying to distract him so he wouldn't feel awkward, but it was exactly what he needed to hear right now.

Without a word, he flew out of the house and over the wet forest grass, back to Bella.

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Bella opened the door with curious eyes that went wide when she saw Edward was on her porch. He smiled sweetly, his fingers fidgeting with the lint in his jacket pockets.

"Bella," he greeted.

"Edward! What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you and I thought it would be better if I did it in person instead of over the phone." He looked around her into the kitchen. "Am I interrupting anything?"

"No, I'm just surprised to see you. Come in." It seemed formality was everywhere tonight.

She led him up to her room where they could talk without Charlie overhearing. After shutting the door, she turned to look at him expectantly.

"I wanted to apologize for how I've been acting. Lately, things between us haven't been where they should be and I want to try to fix it."

"Edward stop." She held up her hand. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I got way too jealous over nothing and blew everything out of proportion. It's not your fault, you haven't done anything wrong. I was just so protective of you and so insecure of your love for me that I was overrun by the girl-logic part of my brain that said…that between you and Lyra…"

"I get it," he interrupted. "Or at least I can see where you are coming from; I've heard nearly every girl at every school I've ever gone to think like that. Thought I don't understand, I can see why you did what you did and I just want to get past it. You're my life now, and I don't want to spend any portion of it fighting with you."

Bella walked over and hugged him tightly, as if she was trying to make up for the past few distant days. He hugged her back with equal vigor and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"Does this mean I'm still invited over tomorrow night?"

"Yes," she said with a laugh in her voice. "I'd like it if you were there. Billy seems to think that you're bad for me and if you're there maybe he'll back off a bit."

"You sound nervous about it," he teased.

"Well yeah, I kind of am. I don't know how it's going to go; if you being there will make Billy chill out and back off or if it will provoke him even more. I don't want him to tell Charlie, he wouldn't be able to handle it."

"I suppose you're right," he agreed. "But we'll make it through this like we always do. We'll just have to wait and see. I'm sure everything will turn out for the best." He assured her, and she melted into his arms.

Now he just had to convince himself that this was true.

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"Is it ready?" Bella asked.

"Yes. Everything is all chopped and ready to go," Edward winked at her, glided his hand across her back and she scooted past him.

It was 6 o'clock, around the time Charlie's Indian friends were coming over. Edward had helped Bella prepare everything, so it wouldn't be so much of a hassle. And to make sure it was him chopping things up, not her, so she wouldn't end up chopping more than the food.

Bella had decided to do a simple dinner; salad and marinated chicken, Mexican style. Apparently she hadn't seen this Jacob guy for a while, not since when she first got to Forks, though Billy had stopped by several times to 'check up on her'.

Headlights flashed through the window as a car pulled up. Both of them stiffened in nervousness, before they dissolved into a short hysteric bout of laughter. Bella bounded over to the door to answer it the moment the doorbell rang.

"Good evening Bella," a deep, old voice said.

"Hey, I'm glad you guys could come," Bella greeted them.

"Thank you for inviting us, I haven't seen you since you were ten years old! You've grown so much!" a soft female voice said. Edward chuckled under his breath at the nostalgic chatter.

"Come on in, make yourself at home," Charlie added, coming up behind his daughter. He shook hands with the woman, who was tall and thin with long black hair and perfect copper skin, and grinned at the man who had spoken. He was in a wheelchair; Edward remembered Bella telling him about how Jacob's dad was handicapped in some way, so that must be him.

This was it.

Edward got out dishes and silverware, trying to seem as human as possible, as friendly as he could. Non-threatening. The humans must have heard the clatter and walked into the kitchen heading for the living room. Then they all stopped dead when they saw him.

Billy was clearly in a rage; his thoughts were a jumble of anger, protectiveness and surprise. Anger and surprise because I was here, protectiveness over his friends.

The woman was frozen for a different reason. She most likely had heard the tales, but she still was stuck by his beauty. She was having trouble grasping the concept that he was dangerous and could kill her if he wanted to, like the legends had probably said, and was captivated by him, by the snares his kind possessed to catch their natural prey.

He turned to fully face them and smiled a polite and tiny smile. The woman flushed and stuttered, opting for a smile in return. Billy just stared at him; at least he wasn't glaring like he had been before.

"Sue, Billy, this is my boyfriend Edward," Bella waved her hand toward me in introduction. "Edward, this is Sue Clearwater and Billy Black."

"It's a pleasure to meet the both of you," he replied in his soft, non-scary voice he reserved for humans. He didn't shake their hands; for all he knew the sag-bag in the wheelchair might see it as a provocation.

The impression he was trying to make shattered when three more men walked in. Or should he say, an old guy and two really buff teenagers.

The old man went over to the woman, Sue, and wrapped his arm protectively around her, though he didn't look at Edward with hostility like Billy Black did, just caution. One of the boys looked to be around twenty. He was extremely fit and tall, just like the boy next to him, who was slightly shorter.

"Dad…" Bella said, questioning fear in her voice. He was going to step over and put his arm around her, that protection instinct of his surfacing.

"This is Sam Uley Bella, he lives down on the reservation by Billy."

"Oh…It's nice to meet you…" Bella said, extending her hand. He just looked at her hand, then at her and did nothing. Edward's eyes tightened at his rudeness.

"So where's Jacob? He was supposed to come right?" Bella asked.

"Uh…that's him right there Bella," Charlie said, pointing to the other muscular boy in the small kitchen, who sheepishly raised his hand, but avoided eye contact. Bella's eyes popped out wide and she gawked; clearly he was not the same as when she last saw him.

"Jacob?" she asked incredulously.

"Hey Bells," he replied, his voice deeper than usual for a…what? Fifteen or sixteen year old?

"Wow…you've…um…changed." Jacob just looked down at the floor. Why wasn't he looking at anybody?

Then Edward caught their scent, and he went into overdrive. Their stench.

They were werewolves. Shape-shifters.

How in the hell had the line continued? It had been broken! But yet, here stood two wolves in his girlfriend's kitchen. Their stink filled his nose and he repressed the urge to scrunch up his face, though his expression must have changed because Billy smirked at him.

"Shall we?" Charlie said, purposefully oblivious to the awkwardness between Edward and the Quileutes in his house.

"Yeah," Billy agreed. "Jacob, come on in," he encouraged his son. Jacob looked at his father, then his eyes met Edwards and he glared, his eyes filled with hated.

But his expression totally changed when he looked at Bella, into her eyes. Then everything stopped.

Bella was oblivious to the change of atmosphere, but Edward certainly wasn't. The air became thick, heavy and suddenly Jacob's thought process changed completely. It was focused all around Bella; her eyes, her hair, her scent, the way she moved, when she breathed. In the second that passed during this, Jacob repressed the urge to fall to his knees.

Edward had read about this somewhere before, but couldn't believe it was happening. Happening to Bella, to him.

Bella looked back at Jacob to see if he was following and stopped when she saw her boyfriend's horrified expression and Jacob's awestruck face.

That was when his world shattered.

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…I know…yeah I did go there…if you thought this chapter was dramatic, just wait 'til the next! What can I say, I really don't like Bella.

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