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Edward's POV

Alice was waiting for me. She had been sitting patiently in the Volvo, but I was too distracted with my worry for Bella that I didn't notice her until I had slung myself into the driver's seat.

"Alice," I exclaimed in surprise. "Why aren't you out hunting?" Her eyes were blacker than pitch and I could sense her ravenous hunger. Her thoughts told me she had a vision and was worried about me. Alice preferred to speak to me through her thoughts; perhaps she found it easier to relay everything more clearly. My knuckles turned with from my crushing grip on the steering wheel.

"Was it about Bella?" I gazed intensely into her eyes. Alice shook her head sadly and relayed her worrying vision into my mind. I saw myself, but I was barely recognizable. My eyes were dull and lost, my face drawn and hopeless. I carried none of the glow and charm that humans found so alluring and intimidating. There was snow in my hair and I could see trees all around. I was walking, slowly, and the graceful trudge was one of utmost despair. Something was clutched tightly in my hand, but before I could discern what it was, the image began to become blurry, unfocused, how it always did when she tried to see Bella. Then it stopped.

I sat in silence, trying to work things out in my head. The vision had not been about me, although Alice's worry for me stopped her from realizing it. It had been about Bella, about the only thing that could cause me to appear as I had. She had foretold the death of my dearest love.

It was obvious Alice become conscious of that same thought. She realized the only reason I would look like that is if something had happened to Bella. Her questioning thoughts were all directed around her; was she safe? Should I warn her?

"Bella's gone," my voice sounded unusually rough. Alice's eyes widened in shock. "She's not at work and Charlie has contacted everyone she knows. Alice, I went into her room," I faltered a bit as fear gripped my chest. Why couldn't I keep myself under the usual calm I always managed to maintain?

"Victoria's been in there." Alice's thoughts started racing, too fast for me to catch any whole one.

"When?" She whispered.

"I'm not sure, the scent wasn't fresh," I replied, trying to understand everything that had transpired.

"Do you think…" she didn't have to finish for me to understand.

"I don't know, her truck is gone so she must have taken it somewhere. Can you see her?" I was hopeful. Alice's eyes narrowed and her face tightened in concentration. For a long while she sat like that, straining to see what we both knew was futile. Suddenly she gasped and slumped back against her seat, breathing hard. She was trembling and I knew if she could, tears would grace her cheeks.

I can't do it; her thoughts were frustrated and angry. I can't see her! Damn her gift! Not wanting to push her to hard, but acutely aware of our press for time, I gently asked her to try and see Victoria. Running her finger through her short hair she steeled herself once more and concentrated on the future. This time was slightly more successful as I watched through Alice. We could see Victoria, but it was faint and slightly blurry. She was inside, but it was impossible to tell where. The image kept flicker out, but I could see a satisfactory smile on her pale face. Alice was struggling to keep the vision clear. Suddenly Victoria disappeared and the image when black. Both Alice and I knew why she had such a difficult time holding onto the vision. Bella was with her.

I tried to keep my nerves calm and think rationally. We needed to hunt down Victoria, but my tracking skills were not quite up to par. The best place to go right now, and Alice's thoughts were heading in the same direction, was home. Carlisle wouldn't be there but there was a good chance Jasper and Emmett were there. Jasper was a rather good tracker and Emmett was unbeatable.

Firing up the Volvo I sped home, amusing myself slightly at what Bella would say if she knew the speed I was going. Jasper and Rosalie were home, Esme and Emmett had left town to acquire various items Carlisle had requested. Rosalie was extremely distressed. Apparently Alice had told her about the vision which had shortened their hunting trip but wanted to see me alone. Jasper was sending waves of comfort over her, which helped slightly, but his own worry was evident as well. We informed them of Bella's disappearance and Victoria's scent. The worried thoughts that swam through my head were so anxious I finally had to block them out. Blissful silence filled me and I tried to work out my own thoughts.

Bella couldn't be dead. If she was, Alice wouldn't have had so much difficulty with her visions. Yet, that made little sense. Victoria wanted revenge for her love, whom I had killed. I could think of no worse punishment than to end my life with the ceased beating of my love's heart. The thought of Bella could and still nearly caused me to lose all sense of sanity.

Jasper must have sensed my sudden, desperate mood and broke my train of thought by inquiring as to what we should do. We finally decided, much to the girl's disapproval, that Jasper and I should begin to track Victoria. Rosalie and Alice would wait at home until Carlisle returned from work and discern what he might make of things. Jasper and I would take a phone, that way we could stay in touch if anything important was discovered.

As we decided this I began to form my own plan. It was one I knew Jasper would despise, but I could think of no better way. None of us were great trackers over long distances. We were also unfamiliar with Victoria's tactics and how she traveled, but I knew someone who was. Someone who knew exactly how she moved and who, on several occasions, had almost caught her.

I was going to Jacob Black.

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