Hello again peeps.

I was meant to update yesterday, school was closed again (yay) but I got carried away with my gaming, I truly apologize for it.

I actually really regret not updating yesterday, As a result I kind of forgot what my story was about ^.^ had to read through my chapters to get the gist. Also spotted some really bad spelling, like 'to' instead of 'too', its disgraceful I know...

I have a feeling I would have re-read my story around 100 times before it's finished -.- I could probably dictate it to anyone who asks!

Thanks for those who reviewed saying the pace is good for them, puts my poor head at ease. Someone said (cant remember who) that they stopped reading after Bella was inflicted with pain. My response is that if you want the platonic, mundane love that you are so clearly looking for, I suggest you go look for some Edward x Bella fics...

Those who are curious about the pain thing, it's something I'm working on to be different in the first place. It's not a power though :P And I'm debating whether to include the wolves or not, just see how it goes, could dramatize it even further haha!

Sorry about any spelling/noobness

Enjoy!

Watching the landscape change outside the airplane window was fairly relaxing. It was rather interesting observing the change of area as the plane carried the odd 300 passengers through the states of Nevada, Oregon and finally Washington. One thing I noted about the landscape, the closer we got to Washington, the denser the trees became.

I think it was then that I finally realized it. I would meet that woman again, if she is real, and I would get to talk to her.

I would get to see her.

Waves of my own anxiety and excitement hit me at the same time, I stood up when the sudden urge to go to the toilet hit me, but that was when the seatbelt light decided to flash happily in my face. I had no choice but sit back down next to my very confused 'plane-buddy'.

I felt constantly on edge as the plane finally descended towards the airport, not because of the need to relieve myself, but more because of the feeling in my chest.

The closer to Forks I got, it seemed the more prominent I felt that presence inside me. Even though it wasn't doing anything, since I hadn't provoked it in any way, I could tell it was there now. Back in Phoenix I was desperate at times, believing I had been forgotten when I didn't feel her presence. The thought that she was constantly with me relaxed me somewhat, though I should very well be freaked out, I just couldn't be bothered to be confused and worried. It felt like a revelation, like a weight had been taken off of my chest, I felt more at ease knowing I wasn't too far away from her.

I spent the rest of the plane journey with my head relaxed into the leather seat; I felt the tug of a smile on my face the whole way.

I was snapped out of my euphoric state with the jolt of the plane touch downing. I blinked a couple of times and looked out of the window. Where I had left Phoenix with the sun shining, here I was greeted with the ceremonious downpour that lowered even the highest of spirits, including mine, and the smile swiftly left my face.

When we had finally stopped, I grabbed my unused travel bag from the overhead cupboards and slung it over my shoulder, slowly filing out of the airplane with the other scuffling, restless passengers.

The first thing I noticed, when I was outside the plane, was the air. It seemed more pure, I was able to breathe more easily, and it just felt cleaner. I inhaled deeply before exhaling and descending the stairs.

I've always hated the part of the airport where you go to collect your bags, the conveyor belts carrying hundreds of bags and you have to stand there, surrounded by the disgusting people you want to get away most from, searching for yours. I'm always afraid that I'm going to miss mine and I'll never get it back. Watching the kids run around trying to find theirs first made me smile though, I remember being like that.

My boxes weren't too hard to find luckily, since they were boxes. Phil had apparently dumped them at the airport when I was sleeping, thinking it would be easier for me not to worry about them, which I was grateful for. So with the help of a burly man with no hair and tattoos covering his arms, I had both boxes on my trolley and I was on my way.

Finding Charlie wasn't too hard. In the crowd of about 100 people waiting for friends and relatives, he was the one at the back. Hands in his pockets and leaning awkwardly against a wall, he hadn't spotted me yet and was looking around with a confused expression on his face. Just like me, he didn't want to be here either.

I felt bad for not talking to him in so long, 3 years had not done him any good. His hair was showing the first signs of grey, which I inwardly cringed at. He had however, shaven off that God-awful mustache, which made his face look considerably younger. He looked like he had made an effort for a good first impression on me. He, for once, wasn't in his uniform and was dressed casually. His old worn jeans and checked shirt were a little baggy on him now, he'd lost weight? He was already so slim.

I kept a note in mind to take him out shopping some point, he could look pretty good for his age.

I'm procrastinating, can you tell?

Get it together Swan, it's just your Dad...

Yeah, your Dad that you haven't had any contact with for three years, because of you.

I mentally slapped myself and shoved the trolley to get my momentum going, and made the rest of the way over to him. When I was about 10 feet away, Charlie finally noticed me. He jogged the rest of the way over to me and swiftly took the trolley off me.

"Here Bella, let me help you with that." He started pushing the trolley ahead, towards the exit.

I don't really know what I was expecting, maybe some resentment, or even a little uncertainty from him, just not this. I'm not sure if he was making an effort to act as natural as possible, but it was a lot more comforting than him hugging me or telling me off for not talking to him. I breathed a sigh of relief, I don't know why I was so anxious of this.

"Thanks Dad." I said whilst trying to catch up.

"No problem, how was your flight?"

"It wasn't as long as I thought it'd be. I kind of daydreamed for the whole way anyway..."

Charlie glanced at me out of his peripherals "Not really surprised." I turned to him, was he having a go at me? it sounded like it. I caught the smirk on his face though, and knew he was only teasing me. I lightly put my hand on his shoulder and pushed him, he chuckled and smiled naturally "I'm glad to have you back Bella. It's been too long."

I felt a quick stab of guilt before replying sincerely "I'm glad to be back Dad, I missed you."

That seemed to take him by surprise, his cheeks reddened slightly and he coughed awkwardly, looking down at his feet. " Well, er... I missed you too, Bells." He moved one arms behind his head and rubbed the back of his neck bashfully.

Bless him.

"Hey, er, Dad... I'm sorry I didn't reply to your texts and calls the other day, or most of those emails. I just felt... I still feel guilty for it..." It was my turn to look at my feet. I didn't want to see his face when he decided to yell at me for treating him so poorly.

It never came.

"Oh. Don't worry about it Bella, I know how you've been lately. Renee told me you've been under a lot of stress and stuff..." That was why he was acting so natural? Renee told him to? I didn't really know how to feel, so I decided to not feel anything and just carried on walking with him.

Not feeling anything is a lot easier it seems.

"Yeah I have, er, yeah. I miss my friends and... yeah."

Probably the smoothest sentence I have ever spoken. To date.

Charlie looked at me briefly, before turning back to the path "Yeah...that's what Renee said. But anyway it's all good Bella, I don't hate you or anything."

I think we reached a mutual understanding at that, and the conversation ended for now. When we exited the airport and got outside I groaned and lowered my head. It was absolutely pissing it down with rain and I couldn't see a thing. I grabbed onto Charlie's arm out of reflex, I didn't want to fall, and I think Charlie understood too. We reached Charlie's police cruiser, which looked like it had been cleaned recently, but I couldn't really tell. I went straight to the passenger's side while Charlie dealt with my boxes.

When Charlie got into the drivers seat, I couldn't help but laugh. He looked like a drowned rat, his hair was stuck flat to his forehead and he just looked ridiculous. He looked at me, raised an eyebrow and said "Speak for yourself, Bella." I gasped, fake hurt by his words, and he smirked at me. After that we were mainly silent for the car journey, just like with Renee. We had the music on and I spent most of the time with my head resting on my hand, looking out the window.

Throughout the way there, I was closely paying attention to the feeling in my chest. It wasn't any of my own emotions like anxiety or excitement, it was the presence that occupied me. The further we traveled, and closer we got to Forks, the more 'full' I felt. The feeling in my chest genuinely felt like it did when you held your breath for too long underwater, and you needed air. Even though I was surrounded with the stuff, I felt like I was being enveloped again, smothered in everything that was she.

I started to recognize my surroundings, we were almost there. The fullness in me was increasing rapidly now, to the point where I was stopping myself from gasping for breath. Charlie didn't know any better, and I asked to open the window to see if it would help.

Of course it wouldn't.

In fact it worsened.

I gasped as the most intoxicating smell washed over me, making me wet instantaneously. I turned my whole body towards the window so Charlie couldn't see my face and I covered my mouth and nose with my hand. Rapidly closing the window.

Damn it.

I lowered my head and tried to get a control over myself, it wasn't helping that the thing inside me was flipping and stirring every emotion I had, making me dizzy. When the presence hit its peak of fucking with me, I felt like yanking my hair out. I was so aroused and restless and I couldn't do a fucking thing! I was frustrated and tired and confused again. I looked out the window to try act normal again.

I then saw it. A pathway, more like a drive, leading into the woods? I twisted my neck to look at it for as long as possible, memorizing it.

Without myself thinking I asked Charlie the only thought running through my head.

"What's that, Dad?"

Charlie, not suspecting me to talk, jumped and looked at me, noticing me looking back, almost snapping my neck, he understood what I meant.

"That's the drive to the Cullen's house…" He took my not replying as a sign to continue, "Dr. Cullen and his family live there, he's a great man. We're very lucky to have him here."

Cullen

Cullen…

"How many of them are there?" I twisted my whole body to face him fully, he looked at me, surprised by my forwardness. I felt myself blush but I didn't look away…I needed to know. The occupied feeling in my chest was slowly lessening the further away we drove from 'The Cullen's'. Whoever it was I met 3 years ago has to live in that house, otherwise…

Otherwise?

I'd be heart broken, utterly destroyed. Three years of dreams and pain with nothing but one person dominating my every move would be all down to nothing. I think I'd just throw myself in the nut house if this all goes to shit, I won't be able to live on if this is all part of my imagination.

"There are seven of them. Dr. Cullen…Carlisle and his wife, Esme. They have five kids, two girls and three boys. They are all about your age, they're adopted." Charlie seemed to like talking about this sort of thing, information giving. That's why he's so good at his job I guess.

Wait…

They have two girls.

And one of them was mine.

My body warmed at the joy she felt from me calling her mine, and I blushed some more.

"Erm…what are their names?"

Charlie must have thought that I was just trying to make conversation, for he answered sincerely without looking at me questioningly.

"Like I said there's Carlisle and Esme. Then there's Emmet, Jasper, Rosalie. Then…er…oh yeah, Edward and Alice. Rosalie and Jasper have the surname Hale though. They're the blond ones. It's something to do with Esme being their Aunt and adopting them, then she married Carlisle and changed her name. The other kids have the surname Cullen because Carlisle adopted them. If that makes sense…"

I just nodded my head, taking everything in. Rosalie and Alice…

Rosalie or Alice

Rosalie…

Alice…

My body responded to her name, prickles shot down my spine and my leg kicked out on its own.

Alice. What an amazingly fitting name, and I don't even know you.

You know me Bella, I assure you that. More than anyone else in existence…

The clarity of her voice was indescribable, each note was hit perfectly with no uncertainty or hoarseness, wind chimes could not make a sound as innocent as hers…as Alice's.

My Alice.

Her beautiful giggles flooded my head, making me dizzy and giggle myself. I ignored Charlie's odd looks and turned towards the window as we arrived at my new home.

Under my breath I whispered "See you soon, My Alice."

See you soon, My Bella…

Well, kind of filler chapter-ish. I think I just majorly gave away the presence thing but whatever, 'twas fun to write :P I've been asked to be on the Netball team for a match on Tuesday so I may not update till Wednesday or something like that. I'll probably have forgotten the story again haha!

Hope it wasn't too boring, I think we can all tell it's going to get a lot more interesting soon ;)

Till then you sexual people.