A/N: The first chapter to my story, and the last one. How ironic. This chapter is mostly complete, but not totally. I hope you enjoy it.

A special thanks to: AlittleMoonlightMoment, EternalTwilight24, Sweetly Sarcastic, .09, fane, chloe, NellieGurl, 1stepbehind29, Jacobblacklover, foreverinlove17, GoodyGoody23, and Just A Little Bit Dramatic. Thanks guys, I love to hear from everyone. I sincerely hope that this story can be a success like my other one, though I fear that it will not. Though we shall see. I thank you all for giving this story a look see and reviewing your thoughts. Thanks.

Disclaimer: I do not own, if I did, I wouldn't share Edward, he'd be all mine. ^_^

Rating: PG-13 (T)

Genre: Romance/Drama/Angst/Adventure/Action/Suspense

Summary: And of course, Alice was right...she's always right.

Jealousy
By: Dark Huntress
1.

Edward drove us to the school only a few miles away from my house, he convinced that my truck could no longer make it. He was still complaining about our last trip that I insisted on driving us to, he wasn't about to let me have my way again. I really thought it was unnecessary, I liked my truck, it was perfect for me. Edward agreed with that, it was sturdy and slow, something I was and needed. I resented that more than anything.

His silver Volvo hummed its way along the interstate, hardly having any struggle like mine would have. It wasn't anything personal, I did like the new flashy car, but it was too much for me. Plus the fact that Edward just drove too fast for any sane person out there.

As always the other students stared in awe as the vehicle parked alongside Rosalie's red corvette. Why everyone was still going on about what the Cullens drove was beyond me! It had been quite sometime since they had shown up, so why goggle? Furthermore, why did everyone still seem incredulous that he and I were dating? I know I'm not the most pretty girl to ever walk across the planet, but we had been going with one another for quite some time.

Shaking my head, I reached for the handle, only to realize the door was open and Edward was waiting for me to exit. I scowled, I hated it when he did that, always holding the door open for me when I thought it unnecessary.

"I could do that myself, you know," I grumbled, slipping my backpack further on my shoulder.

"Stop being difficult," he muttered back, both of us were not in the best of moods, as usual.

Alice had had another vision the other night while I was over at their house, and whatever it was it had not been to Edward's liking. He had literally stood and would have got physical with his sister if Jasper hadn't stepped in to protect his wife. I had never seen my boyfriend so disturbed, or more willing to take on his entire family for some vision. And afterwards, he would not tell me what she had seen, per usual. We hadn't spoke the rest of the night, both bubbling with anger.

Mist was drizzling down in a fine spray that stuck to my brown hair and matted it to my pale skin. The clouds were swirling above, already promising a downpour before the day was completely through. The sun had not been seen in quite sometime and I missed its warmth quite a bit. Of course I also missed the days with Edward and myself in our meadow with his skin sparkling like small diamonds were embedded in his marble skin.

I shook my head, I didn't want to sun to shine today, but perhaps during the weekend, when I could spend my days lying next to him. Despite my anger, my mind and body would not allow Edward to part from me. I needed him as much as I needed the oxygen that the air supplied me with. In essence I sometimes wondered if he perhaps was what kept me going. I knew that without him I would be a pancake or a very empty body. Either way, the ending wasn't to desirable.

He opened the door for me, still being as gentlemanly as possible, but the jerk he used to do so made my jaw tighten. I'm sure people could feel the tension in the air as we walked to our lockers, the first set in a long line of others. Being seniors we got the first and nicest lockers, something I could get use to.

My books were scattered everywhere, much like my room, which had seen better days since my arrival. Turning to look at my vampire love, I felt my resolve start to melt. As usual I would most likely be the first to cave and forgive him for not telling me something that so obviously disturbed him. I didn't like it, but I missed so much the tender caresses and gentle sweep of his golden eyes. Or the crooked smile he gave me when he became amused and the chuckle that warm me to the core.

A low growl worked itself up his throat, one that was low and threatening, one that only myself could hear. Or perhaps Alice, wherever she was at the moment. I was startled at first, thinking he had directed at me, Edward had never growled harshly at me before, though I had heard it more than once.

Mike strolled up to me, a rugged smile displaying across his features. He had grown some, losing his still boyish face. He looked more defined, a fact that many girls were taking notice of. He and Jessica had recently parted ways, though the reasons for it I was still a little fuzzy on. But the look in his eyes made me realize immediately that my boyfriend's nature was well deserved.

"Hey Bella," Mike greeted, smiling cheekily at me, I really didn't feel like this little banter, and I don't think Edward did either.

"Cullen," Mike said stiffly, squaring up the man beside me with appraising eyes, it was a ritual nowadays.

"Newton," Edward answered back, wrapping his cold arms around my waist, and I let him, still rather annoyed though.

He led me away, grumbling and cursing my friend as I rolled my eyes, taking it all in stride. It really was quite foolish this game they played with one another, hoping to get a rise out of the other. Rivalry was such a pitiful thing, I could not understand why Mike could not just leave me be, I did not feel for him as he did. Edward was the only one for me, no matter how stubborn he could be.

Sliding into my desk for my first hour class, I watched as he walked away stiffly, hardly giving me a second glance. Looking back down at my notebook and reading book, I watched the clock with expectation. Most days I would dawdle around the house til me and Edward would just make it to school and get our stuff without being terribly late. But this morning, neither of us really wanted to waste time with one another with our anger still so fresh.

Great Expectations was not my book of choice, I had already read it my freshmen year back in Phoenix. It was a rather dull book, though I could see the good parts of the story, and the interesting twists and turns. But the whole idea was rather ridiculous, how could a convict earn such an amount so quickly? It was really absurd.

Even if it took quite some time til the boy in the story received the money, it did not mean that the convict should have gotten that much even that soon. And the boy obsession with the girl was sickening, though I had not much room to talk in that matter. I just simply did not care for it, though the teacher sure did.

He started in, lecturing about the wonderful adventures of the characters, while I sat and doodled in the corner of my notebook paper. Alice sat next to me, though when she had arrived I had no idea. The keys that hung around her neck glistened in the lighting, swinging slightly as she twisted and turned the key chain on it. How she had ever got Rosalie to agree to let her drive her prized car was beyond me!

Turning back to my own musings, I felt eyes drift over to me, and groaning as I felt a paper hit my desk. It was small and triangular, and obviously from her. Opening it, I read the words, rolling my eyes at her childish droning. I didn't particularly like this little thing she did every class, I was sure sooner or later we would be caught.

Jessica and myself had grown further part if that were possible, I didn't particularly enjoy her companionship in the least. Angela was a better choice, one that I thought suited me better than any other. She never pressed for information, and let me be silent when I desired the quiet. I had grown quite attached to her, as best as I could. Alice was still probably the closest I had ever been to someone, minus Edward and my mother, but Angela was close.

Scribbling an answer, which was rather short and to the point, I tossed it back, hoping she got the hint. A disgruntled sound worked itself up her throat as she read my words, and she scowled heavily my way. I didn't care either way, let her take the meaning from that for what she wished, I didn't want any part of her gossip ring.

I was too immersed in my own thoughts that when the bell rang I let out a mortifying screech of surprise. Everyone turned to look at me, and I felt my skin warm uncontrollably. I hated blushing, it only made the situation far worse.

Standing hurriedly, I grabbed my stuff, would do anything to keep eye contact to a minimum. But to my absolute horror, it wasn't over, and I tripped over the leg of my desk. My books spread out far, some hitting a wall as I cursed under my breath, further annoyed than I had been earlier looking down and covering my face with my hair. It was rather pathetic, but at the moment I.

Alice helped me, and a few students returned my stuff, they were even dearer than before. We left together. Heading to our next class, which was as dreaded as any. Calculus.

Lunch was soon upon me, something I wasn't sure if I was excited about or dreading. Either way, I wasn't sure I particularly wanted to sit directly beside my boyfriend pretending to be in a good mood. It was rather disconcerting.

Sitting at the table, Alice already present, I idly played with my food, poking the main course with little fascination. It smelled rather disgusting, pools of grease flowing freely from the wounded meal. I chuckled, they had recently passed a law saying that they were being too lenient on their food in schools. So now, nothing extra could be served and no more snack machines. I missed my snack machine.

No, now all we got to eat was this stuff that seemed to have a life of its own. Which I happened to be killing right now. See, I can take care of myself.

Edward joined us soon, and then we were off to our last classes, which were just as dry and dull as the ones earlier on in the day. I mean really, couldn't they think of anything else to teach besides what had already been taught.

As the bell sounded off the concrete walls, I left the school, fully intent on ignoring Edward's sour mood. No matter what I did all day to cheer him up, it just didn't seem to help. He would either nod his head distractedly, or completely ignore me. I didn't like either one.

As usual he was there waiting for me in his car, the music turned up loud. I could already feel the vibrations.

Sliding in, he nodded his head in greeting, and we were off.

"Edward?" I started, looking at him out of the corner of my eye.

"Hmmm?" he answered, turning to look at me briefly before facing the highway once more.

"This isn't the way to your house," I stated, I was supposed to go home with him this afternoon and he was definitely going the wrong way.

"I know," he replied, could he never give me a longer answer anymore?

"Then why...?" I trailed off, flipping my hand out and waving it in front of us.

"Because, you're going back to your house," he said firmly, what was with him? Why was he treating me like this?

I remained silent, not quite sure what to say. He had been distant since Alice's vision, whatever that had been. I didn't much like the most recent turn of events, I missed the way we usually were, in harmony with one another. Now we seemed so off, so distant that I wanted nothing more than to reach across that distance and grasp onto him with all my strength.

He pulled up next to my old truck, and I climbed out without so much as a utterance of any form of farewell. The door slammed in my wake, and he was gone. I stood there several minutes, looking at the empty drive that curved out to the winding road. Digesting everything slowly and evenly, unable to take in everything at once.

I was alone.

Blinking rapidly, I wiped away tears that I had first mistaken as the drops from the sky. I had never minded to be alone before I had met Edward, back when the only worry I possessed was whether I could make it down the stairs or not. But now, like many a night when he would leave to hunt, I found myself quaking in a horrible fear.

Shrugging my pack further upon my shoulder, I turned and ran inside, tucking a stray strand behind my ear. The warmth of the house was welcoming to my chilled skin, the numbing sting slowly ebbing away. Removing my jacket and boots, I stepped onto the stairs, heading to my room, and almost instantly a false hope stole my heart. Would he be there? He always did like to surprise me oddly.

Though knowing in my mind that he would be absent, I couldn't tell my heart to let the notion drop. Stepping in through the door, I felt the all too familiar fall of my heart as I placed my backpack on my bed. Even now, a year after everything, I couldn't believe I had become so dependent upon him. Though I was sure maybe a quarter (or less) was because of the irresistible predatory hold he had on me.

Flopping off my bed, I left the place that reminded me so much of my love, and went down to the kitchen to cook for Charlie. Looking in the freezer, I sighed, pulling out more fish from his latest trip with Billy. I was definitely running out of ways to fix this type of meat, and running out of different sides to go along with it.

Throwing the frozen slabs onto the frying pan, I quickly rolled the potatoes in foil and placed them on a cookie sheet in the oven. Shrugging, I threw out a bag of potato chips, if we didn't get full with what I was preparing, then there was always junk food lying around.

Sitting down on one of the chairs in front of the table, I let my head rest soundly on my palm, blinking away another wave of tears. What was going on with him? He had been so distant since that vision, pulling away as if afraid that I would somehow decide to hurt him, or he hurt me. I knew both were an impossibility, so why was he always pulling away?

Turning off the stove, I pulled out the baked potatoes, placing the two plates I had placed the food on upon the table. Just as I had sat down to my own meal, Charlie walked in, hanging up his belt with his unused gun upon the coatrack. Watching his movements, I felt my throat constrict, everything seemed so normal, so why couldn't the rest of my life? Why did it seem Edward and myself could not get one break? Were the Fates really against our love that much?

Chewing on my food slowly, I made sure to keep my eyes focused my plate rather than at the occupant across from me. I could feel his eyes on me, watching me closely, how I wish he would just leave the table! I didn't want him to see the deep grief in my eyes, the deep cavern that had formed in my heart because of my boyfriend whom was currently ignoring me thoroughly.

"I'm going to bed," I announced, scrubbing the last of the food from my plate and placing it in the ancient drainer. "Night."

"You feeling alright?" he asked, looking at me with those all familiar eyes, ones that spoke volumes without him talking at all.

"Yeah, just tired," I said, slipping from the room, unsure I'd be able to lie to him if he started asking direct questions.

Opening the door to my room, I grabbed my bag of toiletries, and walked to the bathroom. I took as much time as I possibly could, not wanting to return to where my thoughts would easily run free. Drying my hair, which I rarely did, I finally found myself out of ways to continue with my distractions. Sighing heavily, I threw my towel in the close hamper and turned off the lights, hoping that something would arise before I closed that fated door in my wake.

But as it often does, especially in Forks, there weren't any distractions, nor any wonderful vampire on the other side of the door to take all my fears away. No. It was empty, and seemed colder than Edward's own stone flesh, echoing with the emptiness of it all.

Flopping down on my bed, I pulled the covers over my head, breathing in the comforting scent of the laundry detergent. Closing my eyes, I tried to ignore the low moan of the wind outside, pleading for a savior to an unknown victim. I tried to tune out the soft clang of cold rain hitting the gutters, trying desperate to penetrate the walls and scorch my skin with their tiny bites. The night felt so dreadfully depressive, worse than ever before.

Uncovering my face, I blinked rapidly, the overhead light blinding me momentarily. Warily I got up, adjusting my legs to once more support my weight. Walking over to the switch I flicked it off, thankful I didn't have to have an annoying bulb burning over my head.

As if my some unseen force, I looked out my bedroom window, to stare at the large full moon this night. A female silhouette stood unnaturally sturdy upon one of the small branches outside of bedroom window. Long flowing hair moved about her, moving with the wind as it caressed her strong frame lovingly. Heeled shoes would turn every once in awhile, as if the person were moving to view inside my home better, I felt goose-bumps run over my arms.

Cold icy fear shot through my veins, stopping my heart for the briefest of moments, the only sound I could hear on the silent air. The blood froze in my veins as I swore I saw a gleam of strong teeth in the moonlight, as well as a flash of black lustful eyes. But just as quickly as the mirage had appeared, it once more was gone, leaving behind only the whisper of truths untold upon the wind.

Rising with a speed far more impressive that I ever considered possible, I locked the window, knowing that if it was anything of the supernatural genre, I was a dead duck.

Holding my arms tight across my chest, I tried to warm my chilled skin, knowing that it would be almost impossible to do so. Looking at the drive, I felt my lung once more loose their collected air, something I wished they would stop doing. In the place by my truck, where the cruiser should have sat, was nothing more than an empty space. Frowning, I felt the worry and fear grasp me firmly, where had Charlie gone so late?

Walking downstairs, already feeling nervous of the dark rooms, I found the air suffocating, the heat seeming to go into overdrive. Looking outside at the slowly darkening air, I felt myself mentally calculate what to do. I could A) stay home and be completely miserable, B) go for a drive with weird mirage person still out there, or the all together famous C which was...I have no idea. So, with nothing better to do, B it so happens to be.

Biting my lips as I retrieved my keys, I once more reminded myself out stupid I was being and once again, I completely ignored it. And see, everyone knows why now I get into so much trouble, that little voice in my head that everyone has to tell you to be smart, has been permanently tuned out.

Looking for a note from Charlie before I left, I found one hanging on the refrigerator, a plain yellow stick-it note that pretty much said something came up the office. Wow, like I couldn't have figured that out from the fact that he was gone, it wasn't like he had a social life in the least.

Rolling my eyes at my own behavior, I slipped on my jacket, exited the door, and locked it soundly in my wake, hoping that the foreboding tingle in my stomach was utterly and completely wrong. Which was wrong, get it? I just thought like a double negative, I love those.

Shaking myself, I chuckled mildly, revving the engine to my truck and backing out of the drive, hoping that the psychotic mirage was well gone. Yes, I was still holding on to the delusion that that was in fact just a mirage of my own imagination, but wait, didn't mirages happen in the desert? Looking out my window, I mentally concluded that this was, in fact, not the desert. So, it was a figment of my imagination, yes, I would call it that. But that took so long to say, so, that person shall be my mirage once more, yes, my mirage.

Considering for the umpteenth time whether I should be committed or not, I stopped on a nearby gravel road, realizing that I had gone somewhere I never expected to end up. Looking at the glistening lake, I felt the stirring inside me slowly ebb to a controllable force. A welcomed relief if I may say so, it really was a horrible feeling to feel like your own heart was going to rip out of your chest.

It was the lake I had visited several times as a girl, when Billy Black and Charlie would drag us girl to go fishing with them. None of us had ever followed in our parents footsteps