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Bella's POV

When I got home that night, all I wanted to do was crash. The stress-emotional and physical-that was weighing on me was hard to stand. Things were relatively good, however, for once in my life.

Charlie and I drove home separately, since both of our cars were in La Push. I got home a minute before him, so I was the one who walked in, turned on the lights and looked around. Not that I was expecting anything. Jacob had assured me before we left that the wolves would be all over my house tonight-after the close call that afternoon, they weren't leaving anything to chance. This comforted me greatly, though I prayed Victoria wouldn't come back. However, this wish had been uttered so many times, it was really a waste of thought.

Hope springs eternal.

I walked up the stairs once I peeked into the living room and kitchen. Once I got to my room, I could tell something was different. I froze. As far as I could tell, no one was in the room. I took a step forward, cautiously. Then it hit me.

The faintest of smells was in my room. I could hardly discern it from the Glade room fragrance plugged into my outlet. But it was definitely there.

And it made my heart speed up at the same time it made my chest ache.

Then I turned my head and noticed that my bedspread was nicely laid over my bed, and underneath the sheets must have been perfectly tucked in.

That was not the way I left it.

But I couldn't imagine Victoria making my bed. No, that couldn't be.

Right in the middle of my impeccable bed was a folded piece of paper. I stood for a second, hearing Charlie move around downstairs. Then I took a breath of that scent, and stepped forward, snatching the paper up and opening it.

Bella,

I came here because I saw something horrible. I saw you try to kill yourself. These claims, however, have been rebuked. And sure enough, when I calmed down enough to concentrate, I could see you, rather clearly, reading this note.

Let me start with this: JUMPING off a CLIFF? You are insane. I have never met a crazier, more idiotic person in my life.

Yet I love you, we all do, and I'm so grateful you are alive.

Secondly-I'm very disappointed in the company you seem to be keeping. Werewolves, Bella, are volatile, unstable creatures whom should be avoided at all possible costs. I do not know what drew you to them, but I suggest you remove yourself from them now, and keep your friends within one species-no, I mean humans.

I wish I could see you-so badly. But I dare not interfere, for the consequence would be my brother's wrath, something you and I both know to avoid. Just know that I love you, Bella, and that I am often thinking of you.

-Alice

By the time I read through it four times, there were tears in my eyes. Alice-oh, Alice. She had been here. Here! In my house, and I had been off frolicking in La Push. I couldn't believe it.

Then another thought struck me, one besides awful regret. I remembered that Victoria had been here. And Alice had been here soon after…wouldn't she have done something, if she knew Victoria was back? Or perhaps Alice came before…but would Victoria have simply left the note be? It didn't seem very true to her character.

The whole thing was awfully confusing. It just didn't add up. And until I knew, I wouldn't be able to sleep easy. If Victoria had somehow gotten in without Alice's knowing, it was something to worry about. And after today, I didn't think I could sleep with something more to worry about.

I went downstairs. Charlie wasn't around-he must have been in his room. Which made my job easier.

The phone rang six times. I was about to hang up when Jacob picked it up.

"Hello?" He was out of breath.

"Jake!" I said.

"Bella? What's up?"

"Well…see, um…Alice was in my house. Alice Cullen. While we were gone. And if she and Victoria were here, but didn't notice eachother…well, isn't there something fishy about that?"

The other side of the phone was quiet for a second. "A Cullen? At your place?" Jacob asked.

"Yeah. She left me a note."

More silence. Then, "Well, maybe it was Victoria. Who left the note. She might have been pretending to be Alice so she could trap you, or something."

"No…" I said. "That can't be it. Her note…it was definitely Alice. Victoria wouldn't know about her powers-you know, seeing the future."

Jacob sighed. "That is weird. I don't know. What else did the note say?"

"Um," I said. "Well, she knew about the pack…which is weird. How would she know about you?"

"Um," Jake said, sounding funny. "I don't know. That is weird. Look, I gotta go on patrol, I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"But warn the others about this," I said. "If Alice can slip through your cracks, Victoria could too."

I hadn't thought of that until I said it, and it made me shudder.

"Don't worry, Bells. We'll keep you safe."

"Okay, bye." I said.

Jacob hung up without saying goodbye.

And that, I swear, was one of the weirdest things.

Ooh, will Bella find out Jacob lied to her? What will that do to their newfound relationship? Will Bella want Edward back? Or will Victoria come and kill Bella before anything love-related happens?

"Let me ask you something, buddy. What's a world-famous entomologist supposed to do when the university cuts off funding for his lab? Huh?"..."Ask rhetorical questions that make people uncomfortable?"

I'm a writing machine. Expect another chapter soon!

If you review, that is. o.o I'm watching you.

Love, Jenna