I'M SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE!!!!!!!

After this chapter, I'm sure that I'll return to my all-omniscient (that how you spell it?) POV. Or maybe not. I don't know if The Lodge chapter should be in a first-person POV. Speaking of which, the reason I don't mention who's POV its in (unless if its a flashback) is because I'd prefer if you figured it out yourself. If you can't, then tell me! I must have done something wrong in displaying their personalities.


At the Dog Place

It had been two weeks since the Cullens had gotten over their fright at my abrupt, accidental disappearance. I had a nagging feeling behind me, and I knew that I just had to go to the dog place. That was the name I had officially dubbed it as. It seemed rather fitting.

At the moment, I was sitting on the floor, playing chopsticks with Edward. I had picked up the addicting game from the internet. I am rather proud to say that I beat the vampire three times. Though I did have a feeling he was going easy on me.

"Don't you want to eat lunch, Bella?," Edward asked, poking one of my fingers.

"I'm not hungry," I growled, slamming one of his fingers, effectively giving me a bruise.

"Okay," He sighed, "You win."

"What? You're giving up? How could you?," I yowled.

Edward chuckled, "You're embarrassing me with these feminine games."

"Feminine? Hardly," I snorted.

"You really should eat something Bella. Do you want me to make fish fry? Or maybe an omelet? I know you really like cakes," Esme suggested.

"No, I think I'll go out," I said, but then looked at Edward, "Do you hear me Edward? I am going out to hunt for a week ok? I will be back in about seven days."

"And if you're not back in a seven days?," Edward questioned, his lips twitching.

"Then I either ditched you guys or I'm dead," I winked.

I heard muffled laughter spread throughout the house.

"Get out," Edward snarled, but his eyes shined with amusement.

I nodded, and after saluting him (which terribly pushed his patience), I fell into cat form. I playfully nipped the back of his hand before bounding towards my cat flap. I turned to give my new home, which now sported many shelves and odd items for me, a glance before going through the flap.

I felt slightly guilty that I was lying to my closest friends, especially Edward. I could push it away for now, but when I changed back, Jasper would, without doubt feel my guilt. And then Edward would know. And he'd look at me and I'd spill. I was pathetic.

I continued on to the dog place with my pessimistic thoughts creating a dark shadow around me.

In a few long hours, I smelled the familiar, slightly stinging sent of dogs. The smell was usually just very irritating, but there was something off about this. I knew there was no one around me, so I calmly took my human form.

I walked around-most likely in circles- completely ignoring the scent trail. In time though, I came upon a beach. However, the term beach shouldn't really be appropriate. The place was sand and crashing waves. There was no sunshine and happiness. People could quite joyfully have a funeral in this place.

Ironically enough, there were people lingering on the stale sand. They all looked rather alike, dark skin and black hair. Could this be the reservation that Carlisle had told me about? Now, that was a thought.

"Um, hey, sir? What is this place?," I asked, poking a handsome boy's shoulder.

He stopped talking to his friends and looked up at me, "This is First Beach, the La Push reservations. You new here?"

Something about the boy, maybe the way he talked, made me grin and forget about my worries-which consisted of angry vegetarian vampires.

"Yeah, I kind of am. So are you one of the reservation people," I felt rather dumb talking like that.

"Jacob Black. Oh, and this is Quil and Embry. What's your name?," He asked.

I grinned (though I had no idea why), "I'm Bella Hale."

The Cullens had fabricated a story for me so I could live with them without any suspicion. I was Jasper and Rosalie's long lost sister. They had found me being a hobo on the side of the street. Even with this extremely foolproof (not) story that they hadn't wasted their time in coming up with, they told me not to say anything more than necessary.

"Hale?," Questioned Quil, "You're one of the Cullen folks right? You aren't supposed to be on the reservation."

I frowned, "That's right! They did tell me about this place, but I'm new, and I didn't really know..."

I looked at them from under my eyelashes, a move that I really shouldn't be copying off of Edward. But, rather surprisingly, they fell for it. Huh, they must be desperate. No, I shouldn't think that! I already liked them, they were nice.

"Cut her some slack, those superstitious tribe people don't need to know," Embry grinned, appraising me.

"The Cullens never told me why they weren't allowed on this place…" I looked at them alluringly.

They blinked a few times. Maybe I was overdoing the flirting. After all, I picked up most of these from Rosalie.

Jacob smirked, and in a very overdone dramatic voice, said, "Do you like scary stories, Bella?"

I snorted, "Nightmarishly horrifying."

And with that, they launched into the Quileute version of the Cullen story. It was funnier, and extremely biased, especially as Jacob told it. Esme, a soulless, bloodsucking monster? I laughed, the whole way. I was really getting to like Jacob, I felt slightly horrid for using him and his friends like this. And then, me being the ever so smart feline that I was, had a burst of brilliance.

"Are you guys allowed off the reservation? I'll make up my trespassing! I'll treat you guys to lunch tomorrow…or maybe dinner?," I suggested.

"Embry and I are busy with some car stuff. But Jake can go, we don't need him," Quil replied, grinning.

Jacob narrowed his eyes at his traitor friend, but smiled at me, "Yeah, lunch is nice. I'll make you go bankrupt though."

I laughed, "Watch who you're talking to. I think I have enough money to buy you."

He chuckled, "Why don't you meet me by The Lodge?"

I smiled, and nodded. I had no idea where The Lodge was. And I told the Cullens I'd be back in a week. Hmm, I'd go hunt down The Lodge myself. Suddenly, a rather impulsive thought crossed my mind

"Does The Lodge have fish?," I asked before I could stop myself.

They stared at me weirdly, but Jacob said, "Yeah, good fish."

I smiled, "Excellent. I'll see you tomorrow Jacob. Bye Quil, Embry!"

I turned and ran off, turning my head in acknowledgment of their goodbyes.

After I was out of human sight, I changed back into a Margay. I realized that, Jacob and his friends didn't have that weird dog scent. I made a note to myself that I would definitely track down the scent after lunch with Jake at The Lodge. I couldn't help myself but hope that it was Edward I was having lunch with (in one way) instead of Jake. I hoped for it more than I should.

And with these thoughts, I set out to track down The Lodge.


Author's Note: So, what do you think? I think I'll dedicate a chapter specifically to Bella and Edward, they aren't getting too much time to themselves, and summer's like, almost over! GASP! SCHOOL! I found out how to able anonymous reviews, so please review even if you don't have a fanfiction account! And I'm sorry for all the dreadful errors that I've made (: