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A/N: FINALLY. An update. I was unsure how I was going to get the plot moving again, so this chapter took me a while, but here it is…in all its glory! Just kidding. Hope you enjoy it!

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It took a lot longer than I thought to get things 'under way'. It had already been just about a week and still I hadn't gotten anywhere. In fact, no one had called me at all.

I was starting to give up hope. Surely if they hadn't called by now, they weren't planning on calling at all. This could also be a good sign. If I'd done everything that I was supposed and the so-called mission of the mystery caller had been accomplished. And wouldn't that also mean that everyone would be safe?

It would have been nice to think that. I should have known that I couldn't be so lucky. Even though I had even briefly toyed with the notion that I could move to back to Arizona and this could all really be over, I knew deep down what the problem was. As long as I was in Forks, I was not allowed any sort of luck at all, of that I was sure.

I had begun to get into the habit of sitting by the phone no matter what I was doing, reading, eating, writing something. I did everything that I could possibly get away with and so when it rang, I picked it up extremely quickly.

"Hello?" I said.

My eagerness must have been apparent in my tone. "You have been waiting for my call."

I didn't answer his question. "What do you want?"

"To discuss with you…something. In person."

This was my chance, I had to take it. "Okay."

I was surprised how level-headed that I had been able to remain during the phone call. I had thought I would definitely have blown it all or not have been brave enough to handle the pressure. I took down the directions with a steady hand, copying them as they where read to me over the phone by the mysterious stranger, as soon as he'd finished instructing me, the line went dead and I hung up.

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I didn't know how long I would be gone. And this time, thankfully, Charlie was not at home, so I was able to go about my preparations without any suspicion or questions from him.

I used an old duffle bag to pack my stuff. I tossed in two extra sets of clothes, a blanket, and a flashlight before I finished off with some snacks from the pantry and a few bottles of water. I didn't know why I was packing like I was going on some journey, and not going to meet someone who obviously did not like me, but I just had a hunch. It was a hunch that I knew I should follow.

Locking the door, I turned away from the house, not knowing when I would ever be able to come back. I threw my bag into the passenger's seat of my truck before hoping in on the driver's side.

I drove for what seemed like hours. I had already passed the Cullen house and La Push. I was beginning to get into what seemed like just forests. I was surrounded by huge pine trees and other extremely, and even unnaturally it seemed, lush vegetation. The asphalt beneath my tires was slowing turning to gravelly dirt and my truck felt as though it was beginning to slow down.

No. Not now. My truck could NOT do this to me now. This was the last thing I needed, my truck breaking down in the middle of nowhere.

It did not listen to my silent pleas. The truck rumbled on for a few more yards before the engine sputtered and died out completely.

I sighed, banging my hands on the dashboard and begging the engine to start up once more. It was no use.

Resting my head against the steering wheel, I sighed. I didn't know what I should do. Charlie and I had never discussed what he wanted me to do if something like this should happen. Maybe it was because he truly thought that the truck was fit for anything. Yeah. That was it, although part of me was sure that neither I nor Charlie would have ever thought that I would have been able to get into this type of situation, especially in Forks of all places.

I got out of the truck, shut the door and started closely survey my surroundings. The smart thing to do would be to follow the dirt road until I could find some help. But when have I ever done 'the smart thing'?

I locked the truck, although I was so completely deserted that it hardly seemed necessary, and left my things inside. I turned right and walked off the dirt road and into the forest.

I had only walked for a few minutes and already everything seemed so familiar. It reminded me of when I had ran, which seemed so long ago. Except now I was not running from something, I was heading to it.

The silence slowly swallowed me up. It was eerily peaceful and despite my situation, I was enjoying it.

I had been walking for a long time, familiarizing myself with the environment around me. I had never thought that I would feel so at home here; and in a forest of all places! I didn't know where I was going, but I didn't exactly care.

I wasn't scared either. Why should I be? I was far from the destination that I had set out to reach and I was all alone. I didn't see how someone could attack me or how something bad could happen. The worst that I saw coming would be for me to trip over a root or something.

I heard a rustle behind me and turned. Everything went still again, everything was normal.

I continued walking and then after only a few minutes, I heard the rustling again. I turned, quickly this time, and saw it. Something grey and huge was headed straight for me.

Everything was a complete blur, before I even knew what was happening I felt the wind being knocked out of me and my whole body hit the hard ground. My vision was blurred and I couldn't even get a glimpse of my attacker. But, that wasn't my concern, I had to get away.

A/N: Another short one. And no Jacob OR Edward in this one. Ah well, again I will use the 'integral to the plot' excuse. I hope you enjoyed this one! Please review; it makes me oh so happy!