APOV:

We all climbed back into the porsche, leaving the bag and sledgehammers in the boot of the car.

The clock read 9:45AM. We were gone longer than I thought. We had left after 4 so we could get back without Bella waking up asking where we were.

We had Emmett and Rosalie watch her so if there was anything to worry about, they would contact us.

Surely, she had to be awake by now.

'Edward, ring Emmett and see how things are, just to be aware of what we're walking into.' I thought to Edward.

He nodded and took out his phone and dialed the number.

"Hey Emmett, how are things there?"

"She suspects, man. She's pacing around the house, she keeps looking out the window and she's turning on the news every 5 seconds like she thinks somethings going to pop up."

"Emmett, man, you have to calm her down, get her to relax or else she's going to do something she'll end up regretting."

"Like what? How do I calm her down?"

"Put her on the phone."

"Okay.. Hey Bella, WOAH. What the hell is he doing here?!"

"Who Emmett?"

"I better go, tell Alice and Jasper I said hi."

He hung up. That wasn't good.

"Edward?"

"Speed up!" he answered.

Jasper spoke up, sending some calming waves over myself and Edward. "Who could that have been?"

Edward sighed. "I can only think of one dog that could possibly be there.

"Jacob." we all chorused.

With that, I sped up.

BPOV: (an hour earlier..)

A newscaster was speaking on the FOX NEWS.

"We're here in the city of Port Angeles and here, as you can see, are the police investigating the death of a man who was brutally murdered in the outskirts of the town last night. Matthew Prigan was a Father of two, devoted to his wife, he spent every little bit of his time looking out for people, animals, the environment. Giving food to the homeless. He was a decent man, what kind of monster could have done this? Whoever that person is, I hope they catch him and send him to the death chamber."

"DEATH CHAMBER!! DEATH CHAMBER!!" Several onlookers exclaimed.

I woke up then, I must've been dreaming, or was I? I sat up from the couch with a huge breath.

I turned on the FOX NEWS and there was nothing about anything in Port Angeles.. yet. Or maybe they were on a break. I kept checking to see if anything would come up, praying this was one nightmare of mine that wouldn't come true.

Shouldn't I feel guilty because he probably has a family and police could be out looking for him or even for ME?

I began to hyperventilate, and then I realized I needed to calm down so I gripped the coffee table to reassure myself everything was going to be okay.

I heard Emmett's phone go off in the kitchen, he was still peeping through the door at me.

Spying on me, trying to make sure I wasn't going to jump out a window or anything.

I rolled my eyes and lay back down on the couch, with an arm drooped over my face.

I heard the doorbell go then. Neither Rosalie or Emmett were going to answer - what was the harm if I answered?

I sighed and strode out of the living room and made my way towards the front door.

I opened it and the outside revealed someone I never expected to see, so soon at least.

Outside was Mike Newton.

"Bella." he said.

"Mike?" I asked. What on earth was he doing here?

"Bella, I was in Port Angeles last night. I know what you did."