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"How can you be so calm at the moment, Alice?" I stared at her incredulously in the mirror as she tied my hair up in a pony tail.

She rapped her fingers lightly over my forehead.

"You need to use this less," she winked.

"Alice--have you been living underneath a rock?!" I demanded, aghast at her blase attitude.

She rolled her eyes, halting her movements and dropping her arms.

"I need to get home, Alice. We need to do things, to prepare...Why am I in here? Aren't you worried at all?" I felt like I was the only one who was fretting about Victoria's return, in addition to my father who was more than likely suspecting the Cullens--or Edward, rather--of my kidnapping or possible homicide.

I was suffocating in unease whilst Alice remained collected as if the whole world wasn't resting on her shoulders.

"Bella. For the last time, everything is being taken care of for you, can you stop undermining our abilities, please?" she pointed to her own forehead this time and smiled reassuringly.

I stared back into my own eyes through the reflection. Alice and I were holed up inside her wide expanse of a bathroom that went relatively unused apart from the short visits I made prior to Edward's absence.

"Edward will be back from hunting soon--he can't keep his mind set on a strategy, that one. He was going to let me look after you at your house but he's obviously gone insane," she shook her head and looked beseechingly up at the ceiling, "And decided I can't handle you for little over an hour. I mean, you're not that high maintainence, although the danger-magnet thing can get quite obtrusive on safety plans..." she cocked her head to the side as she continued to ramble.

I missed Edward.

"So, if you want to take out your impatience on someone, take it out on him. He's obviously calling the shots around here now." she sighed and immedeately perked up.

I frowned in confusion.

"Carlisle usually calls the shots, though, doesn't he? Why would Edward try to overrule that?" I asked, forgetting my previous annoyances.

In a gracefully feather-like touch, Alice's nimble fingers travelled back to my hair as I sat before her vanity.

"Bella." she glanced at me skeptically.

"If you don't already know by now, Edward always got extremely overbearing about anything that involved you. Not that we don't worry about you, too--we do, dearly," she hastily added.

"It's just..." she ran her fingers lightly through my hair, pulling the hair-tie out and starting again.

We met eyes; honey gold to chocolate brown.

"Have you noticed?" she implored softly, sadly.

I knew what she was referring to, but decided to feign dumb. Besides, if I acted as though it weren't a problem, Alice wouldn't worry about it actually becoming one. I didn't believe it was.

"What do you mean, Alice?"

"He's changed." she shrugged, averting her gaze back to my head.

I let my eyes fall to my pale, scratched up hands.

"I know," I whispered, knowing that at whatever volume I spoke it, it was still audible to Alice's ears.

"You do?"

"He told me so himself; he knows something's off, a trait has shifted into the extreme..." I trailed off, staring at a particularly exuberant bottle of hot pink nail polish.

"Edward's different." Alice finished my sentence.

"And," her face turned sour--the harshest expression Alice had ever beared in front of me.

"He is way out of hand--sending Jasper away while you were in the same room? Ridiculous!" she vented, huffing like a peeved boar.

My mouth twitched but I felt a swell of guilt. I didn't want my presence to cause a divide between the Cullens.

"I noticed that."

"I know you're all messed up now, but your birthday was different," Alice didn't notice my face suddenly pale at the mention of that detestable day.

"Jasper wasn't feeding all the time; he was hungry that day and paired with the sight of actually drawing blood caused him to react the way he did. Of course," she stared back into my eyes again.

"You're patched up now, despite the fact that we can still smell you bleeding," her nose screwed up.

"But it's diluted with the antiseptic and it's already clotted and healing. Besides, we had almost a year to perfect Jasper's restraint; he's got a long way to go, still but he'd never take the risk of going so long without a feed. He couldn't stand to be the cause of a rift between us once again." her tone held such a sadness that I felt revolted with myself.

"It wasn't Jasper's fault," I objected quietly, sharing a look of forgiveness with my may-as-well-be-classified-as sister.

Alice smiled.

"You're kind, Bella. And maybe you're right; I can't decide. But what happened happened and there is no use dwelling on it, not now that we have everyone back together." her smile glowed with triumph and I couldn't help but let it effect my mood, too.

Alice's eyes became unfocussed then and I stiffened again, a feeling of forboding leeching from my bones.

Eyelids blinking rapdly, she shook her head and held a dainty hand towards me, a silent gesture, asking me to take it.

"Edward's home." she declared with a grin.

I aquiesced, letting her stone cold fingers circle around my comparitively soft, warm flesh.

"And the others made me promise not to mention this to you but..." she began in a tinkling whisper, eyes full of the very Alice-esque mishief.

I perked an eyebrow.

"What? I questioned curiously.

"I don't want to embarrass you," she assured me with serious eyes and I gulped, my cheeks warming as she guided me down the stairs.

"But," she pressed her lips together, her cheeks puffed with air like a blow fish.

"You lost your virginity!" she squeaked in a rush before a bellowing snarl erupted from the first floor.

"Now you've done it," I chastised weakly as Alice scoffed but nudged me forward anyway.

"Alice!" Edward growled.

His form came into view once I had descended the gigantic staircase.

"Edward, relax," I urged.

Jasper appeared silently at my side, his intention was to go to Alice, defend his mate from Edward's unsavoury wrath. Edward should have realised, too, given his extra abilities.

But again, he overreacted, gripping me in an iron embrace and swiftly removing me from Jasper's berth. Jasper glared, hurt, at his brother's asinine behaviour. Edward held me at his side while Jasper made his way, sullenly, to an incensed Alice.

"I've just about had enough of this!" Alice argued, infuriated.

"This-this cretinous attitude of yours Edward, has to damn well stop before any further damage is done."

I opened my mouth to try and diffuse the situation but Jasper, persuasive as he was with his mood techniques, instilled a wave of calm over the room and I felt my muscles slackening.

Edward held me on my feet with his stone embrace but the anger and dubiosity had evaporated from his posture and his gaze.

I gave a thankful smile to Jasper who returned a tight one.

We were silent, bathing in relaxation until Edward opened his mouth.

"I apologise, Jasper." he said sincerely. "I've been acting a fool, but I'm under a lot of stress at the moment, as you can probably tell." he explained more dutifully.

"I imagine you wouldn't be entirely in control of your actions, either if you'd been put in my situation."

Did either of them sense the dark edge to his words? His eyes were blazing heartily, like a pyre burned within them; his eyes shifted to me then back to his siblings.

Alice sighed, lamenting, and took Jasper by the elbow.

"We'll be taking over Rose and Em's shift after a couple more hours." she said curtly before disappearing back upstairs.

"Edward," I started with a sorrowful expression.

"You shouldn't be fighting with your family because of me-- I can't let that happen again."

He ignored my statement.

"Are you ready to go home?" he asked instead.

I looked down at myself.

"Charlie is going to freak!" I hissed. "And what about the fact that I have no luggage? I'm also pretty sure he's going to try and shoot you if you waltz up to the porch with his daughter by your side."

Edward's eyes tightened and he looked ashamed.

"I know--it doesn't matter, I'll earn his trust back...someday, and as for your luggage, I already had Alice pack something into the trunk of my car. It's a few of her old "out of style"," he used air quotations, "suitcases. Like I told you before, it's all sorted."

With a soft stroke to my cheek with his fingertips, he bent slightly to press his lips to my forehead, then my temple.

Heaving a sigh of reluctance, he took me by the hand and towed me towards the car. I started slightly when I saw Carlisle pacing the line of trees ebbing on the driveway.

"Preventative measures," Edward muttered, repeating it for the third time.

We sped down the gravel road, the course ground evening out as the tires met smooth highway.

"You didn't have to go off at Alice like that--I want you to say sorry to her, like you did with Jasper." I stated finally as we reached the limits of Forks.

"She was pressuring you into talking to her about something you were obviously uncomfortable about." he said in a hard voice.

I looked over at him, his voice even more shadowed and sinister in the dark. The only light came from the dash, but the fluorescent mirage of colours gave him an enhanced alien quality that sent both shivers of unease and desire through my body.

Like an alarm had gone of inside his head, Edward turned his head expectantly in my direction, a smirk adorning his cold face.

I swallowed hard.

"Now's not the time for that," I whispered croakily, even though I wanted him again, more so than the first time.

Edward shook his head, snapping out of it like he had been subdued in a drug haze.

"You're right." he said stiffly, training his eyes back to the road.

"And it doesn't matter that I was uncomfortable, she already knew and it's not like she was scolding me for doing what we did," I smiled, ducking my head.

Edward sighed.

"I can...smell you..." he said gruffly, his voice low and hoarse.

My heart fluttered inside my chest.

"W-what do you mean? Of course you c-can." I stammered, attempting to change my line of thought onto something less explicit.

"I wasn't talking about your blood," he whispered, voice rough with want.

I let out a shaky breath and stared out of the now foggy window, squeezing my thighs together ineffectually. If I was alive after tonight, I considered staying up late...with my window wide open.


"Now, I'm going to walk you to the door..." Edward began seriously, his eyes shifting to the windows.

He spoke as if we were in the middle of a battleground. The words he spoke to me sounded achingly familiar. Deja Vu, as it were, from the very same place we sat; after the baseball game with the Cullens over a year pervious, we had driven to my house, Edward spouting orders to everyone incase James was lying in wait, lurking in the shadows around the forest that encroached on our property.

I shook my head and turned to stare at the white weatherboard house.

I smiled nostalgically. Leaving home made me realise how much I would miss it if the absence was more permanent. I wondered idly whether Edward had missed Forks, and not just because I was still here.

I wondered if he'd missed it for the green-ness, the isolation, the cool air and the smell of nature...

I bit my lip anxiously when I saw the light in the kitchen turn on, bathing the front lawn in a yellow glow. Charlie must be getting something to eat.

"I guess that's a positive; I won't have to wake Charlie up when I get inside. I don't know if maybe it's better that he's unconscious..."

Sighing, I unbuckled my seat belt but Edward's hand closed over mine. I turned to ask him if we were being watched but his eyes held a very different quality.

His hand slid up my arm, effectively pulling my seatbelt away. His fingers lingered around my neck before dipping under the neck of my borrowed sweater and blouse.

He stared at his own hands, surprised at what he was doing so boldly.

I couldn't help but respond to his touch.

He groaned as if on cue to the moisture building in my panties. I brazenly guided his other hand to my thigh while his eyes regained that wild tint. Breathing harder, I leaned over the centre console, but Edward was way ahead of me; grasping me around the waist and hoisting me onto his lap, a seemingly effortless feat.

His strength stirred my desires and I found myself unabashedly moaning as he palmed my breasts. Unaware of what I was actually doing, my hips began to rock against him. I needed the friction but there was too much heat; I couldn't stand the barriers of fabric between us.

The warmth increased with rapid fervour, all I could do was stare into his golden irises as he felt his way around my torso, lifting my sweater and shirt to reveal my bra.

"I shouldn't be doing this to you in my car," he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as I rubbed my heat over his lap.

He was hard underneath me, strained.

"God, Edward," I whispered, my skin flushing and beading with sweat.

Unbelievable, especially in the chill of the season, it was nearing the end of October, closing in on a blisteringly cold Winter.

But my body refused to feel the cold as my blood boiled with deep rooted pleasure and want; I was blind to how inappropriate this would be. How I was testing Edward and his restraint all too soon from the last time we had sex; but most of all, how our 'actions' could delay my Vampire's reaction if any danger appeared.

Lost in the abyss of burning need, I tried to dredge up any reasons as to why I shouldn't let this happen, especially with my father a few yards away. But in all honesty, he would have merely been in the room down the hall from us if we'd decided to wait until we were in my bedroom. But the thirst could never be quenched, a lot like the fierce dry ache Edward experienced for blood--it could be sated extremely well, but the tingling sensation would permanently remain, always wanting more.

"Edward I can't wait until we're inside," I begged in a rush, my cheeks colouring.

He complied, the gold had dimmed in his eyes and they wrought a sufficiently dark presence over me. Shuddering with unbridled hunger, I brought my lips to his. Admittedly, I was being selfish as Edward had not one, but two hungers to deal with at the moment.

But I craved him so badly.

I ran my tongue over his bottom lip, my signature move, and relished in the delicious taste. I hummed, licking my lips.

I gasped when I felt Edward's hand cup my crotch; I tried to move myself harder against his hand.

With one hand gently cradling my face, he took my mouth once more, parting my lips and invading my mouth with his own tongue, indulging.

He growled as I pressed my hot centre directly over his erect shaft.

"Theres no space in here," he grunted, his skilled lips leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses over my jawline.

"Fuuuuu--" I panted, my eyes rolling back in my head and my back arching.

Edward's hands reached behind me to unclasp my bra, the offending lace that kept him from more of my skin. I tried so hard not to curse and yelp as his tongue darted out to each puckered nipple.

"I can't get you undressed without tearing your clothes off," he stated reasonably but his tone was layered thickly with desire.

The idea sent a thrill through me, the wetness between my legs growing uncomfortable.

"At the moment I wouldn't care." I breathed, licking his lips.

"You will when you greet Charlie."

I groaned almost in desperation.

The car door opened and I was about to shriek in shock when I realised Edward had done it. He lifted me out with him, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Neither of us wanted to alert the chief of my return just yet.

Especially not yet.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, bare-breasted and flustered as he opened the back door, lying me down over the seat and proceeding to hastily remove my jeans, but in a manner that left them intact for my impending reuinion.

Unable to hold back any longer than was necessary, he freed himself from the contraints of his jeans and boxers, but not completely shedding the garments. He unbuttoned his shirt as I watched in awe, barely any light available but enough to leave my underwear a tribute to a kid's slip and slide.

Dark eyes and messed hair, he leaned over me, placing a hand on either side of my head. The door was still opened behind him to leave us with leg room, but it also let in a nasty draught. I didn't care though.

"You're precious; you're supposed to be treated that way." Edward relented, ashamed and angry.

I grabbed the collar of his open shirt, pulling his face down to mine whilst simultaneously lifting my legs to hitch around his hips.

"I love you." and it was simple enough to get him to just reisgn himself to the fact that I would want him in any circumstances.

I didn't care if we were in his car or at his house; I'd want him if we were in an old barn. The fact remained that he was still the most appealing, most attractive and beautiful creature to me. Our destination wouldn't change that, neither would the fact that we were both in danger while our gurads were down.

Unabashedly, Edward drove into me, covering himself with me and sucking in a deep breath that came out as a strangled snarl.

"Mine." he grunted, licking the corner of my mouth before I opened it up to him, revelling in the feeling of his hardness inside me again.

"It's too much," he grumbled, staring into my eyes.

"You're too hot, too wet for me to handle!" he hissed, his head falling to my shoulder.

I was winning my own battle, panting and shuddering and moaning as he thrust his slick cock back in and back out. His hand guided my hips to meet his with every movement he made. He squeezed my ass, accentuating the pleasure.

I let my fingertips graze down his abs, they clenched under my touch and from the strain he was under. I circled a nipple with my finger and Edward's hips bucked faster, my wet sex stretching to accomadate his size as he pushed deeper.

I was tender at this stage. I hadn't waited long enough from the last time and I was still sore, but I was quickly gaining the burning sensation in the pit of my stomach that exploded through my limbs, from my toes to the crown of my head.

I saw stars in the sky and the black fire of my lover's eyes as I felt the tightening in my abdomen.

"So wet," he moaned.

I clenched hard around his penis and almost immedeately felt the bizarre rush of his cum filling me; cold.

He kissed up and down my neck before reorganising his jeans and shirt then helping me with my own as I could hardly move from the sex induced haze I was in.

Smiling wickedly, he took my hand and popped the boot, grabbing everything Alice had packed for me and guiding me to the front porch.

I breathed in a deep, shuddering breath of reluctance before I turned the knob--locked.

I really hoped I wouldn't have to do this, but I knocked anyway while Edward and I stared at eachother.

"You clearly look like you've been cavorting around with a Vampire in the backseat of his vehicle." he whispered in my ear.

I glared; now was not the time. I heard shuffling and Edward straightened up, all business now.

"Who on God's green Earth would come at a time like--"

Charlie pulled the heavy wooden door out of the way and gawked, as if he'd seen a ghost.

"Baby," he whispered, grabbing my arm and pulling me into a rib-crushing embrace.

His moustache scratched against my forehead but I didn't care.

"I'm so sorry for leaving, Dad, I-"

"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" he demanded, glowering at Edward while shifting me to the side.

I felt wetness on my cheeks.

"Dad, please--"

"You come here after an entire fucking year!" Charlie bellows, aware that we have neighbours but totally uncaring as to whether they want to hear his tirade.

Edward's eyes were blazing a dark golden, as if taunting Charlie to continue.

"And now what? You've come back on hands and knees?!"

Edward waited for him to cool down.

"Dad, this isn't--"

He rounded on me with his furious, purple face.

"I'll deal with you later, get in the house!" he jerked his thumb over his shoulder.

He returned back to the object of his outrage.

His tone turned deadly as I listened from down the hallway.

"An entire...year--she was dead to me, dead to the world because of what you did. Left her to rot in the middle of the forest, if only you'd seen the state she was in." And I winced as I realised Edward was probably watching it through Charlie's memories.

I put my head in my hands. I didn't want him to see me that way.

"I never want to see you around her again, do you hear me? I may be a small-town cop, but there are people that care about Bella here. And I daresay I'm not opposed to threats, either. So I'll warn you--if you being back here ruins her again, after months of trying to animate her, I have people that will come after you. If in the mood, I'll give a personal visit."

The door slammed and I scrambled up the stairs, waiting on my bed for Charlie to give me my well deserved punishments.