A/N Wow, I didn't know that people would be mean (in a good way) because I left you guys off at that part in the last chapter. It was a little different…and you'll find out in the next chapter why they didn't go to Denali.

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Bella's POV

Rosalie was silent for a moment before she answered. "To be safe."

Safe? "From what?" I asked.

"Because…we did some damage to the wolves and we wanted to make sure you were safe. We aren't sure if they'll want revenge." Her voice was dark.

Revenge? For what? "Why would they want revenge? What happened while I was out?"

"We took down one of the wolves. I'm not quite sure which one, but he was fairly small." I pulled out two faces from my memory—Embry and Seth. "We're pretty sure he's dead, but we didn't exactly stop to see. They sure as hell were tough, I can tell you that; they didn't go down easily. They're fighters, every single one of them. I know that this may sound odd coming from me, but I do feel immense guilt for what happened. I know that you care for all of them, and it tore a piece of me—and most definitely Edward—out every time I heard one of them scream. We were petrified of what would happen in result of that rumble. We didn't want to hurt anyone…"

Her voice trailed, and that last sentence made me think of something else. A cold sweat broke our on the surface of my skin, and I was suddenly sweating despite the cool wind blowing all around me. "Where's Alice? Is she okay?" I asked frantically, out of breath. The memory of her scream made me tremble in this archangel's arms.

She forced a quiet chuckle. "Alice is absolutely perfect."

Relief poured through me, like air after being underwater for too long. But that sensation didn't last for long. "Then what happened?" I asked unwillingly.

She sighed. "Don't jump to any conclusions, okay? You see, Jasper was one-on-one with a huge wolf—I have no idea which one—and he felt something…odd, as he put it. He had felt it when you were losing conciseness, but I have no idea how he felt that with all of the other raging emotions in the room…anyway, he turned for a split second to see if you were okay, to see what happened, and in that moment the wolf jumped him. Alice, jumping to conclusions, thought that he was losing the battle. She shrieked at the top of her lungs, and then pounced on the wolf that was on top of Jasper…that was the wolf who may or may not be dead." She paused, and I was glad that I couldn't see the look on her face. "She may be tiny, but she could kill anyone or anything when something she loves is in danger. That little pixie freak sure can pack a punch," she joked, but I also knew that there was also some truth to that. I shuddered, thinking about the welfare of that wolf…

"Okay," I said slowly, trying to keep my voice calm. "Is everyone safe, then? No one was hurt?" That was all I cared about. Keeping my family safe…I've already failed with one of my wolf family, and I was about to break in half with the pressure if anyone was hurt in any way from my vampire family.

"No one from our family was hurt," she promised. I could hear the truth in her voice, and I visibly relaxed.

"Thank God," I whispered. I thought for a minute. "Remind me again why we're in Oregon?"

She laughed easier this time. "This is going to sound really weird," she started, "but one day Alice and I were bored…we were going shopping in LA and we decided to road trip through here." She paused, remembering. "Would you believe me if I said we were really bored? Well, we were—our sense of adventure was taking over, and we decided to explore. First, we stopped here—Alice flirted with some guy to get a free map and gas for the car—and then we drove to the Cascade Range. It was really quite boring over there, nothing but grazing land for livestock. A lot of farmers over there…"

I waited patiently for the rest of her story. It had been a while since Rosalie had talked to me, and I figured that if we talked more and more that we would someday maybe be able to get along pretty well…

So I waited.

"We're not even halfway to where we…er, 'did our thing', yet, though. This is just where we're stopping for the night…Edward had insisted that we stop at a Motel so that you could get a good night's sleep. And he wanted to talk to you." I felt a small tugging sensation going upwards, then down…shrugging. "Sorry, but I have no idea what he wants to talk about. I'm not the mind reader, here." I imagined her smile lighting up the dark crevices of wherever we were. Her smile could brighten even the darkest of nights.

"That's okay," I whispered. "Thank you."

"It was nothing at all," she replied.

"Would…" I gulped, suddenly shy.

"What is it?" she asked, curious.

"Would you mind telling me the rest of that story later? The one with you and Alice?"

"Of course," she said kindly. "I wasn't anywhere close to finished, anyway."

I just realized that we were standing still. "Would you be okay if I set you down for a moment?" Rosalie asked me.

I nodded. She set me down on hard ground, and I had to grab her arm to steady myself. We had been running for awhile, and I was very, very dizzy. My head was swimming.

She took my hand, then led me forward. I heard a soft chime of actual bells, and a rush of warm air blew at us. This ground was tile; I could tell by the way Rosalie's shoes clicked. I had no sense of direction to where we were going, and I was more than a little paranoid. She squeezed my shaking hand slightly.

"Excuse me?" Rosalie asked.

"Y-yes?" a man stammered. By his voice, I estimated that he was somewhere between nineteen and twenty five years old. I felt bad for the man—being infatuated by Rosalie. She is quite a sight. I laughed silently.

"I have reservations here with my family," she informed him. "Cullen."

"Oh, okay, just, er, hold on a minute, ma'am…" he stumbled over his words, and I sighed.

I heard him typing something on a computer. After a couple more swishing sounds, he had apparently handed Rosalie a room key.

"Thank you," she said sweetly. She didn't wait for him to reply. She just picked up my hand again, and towed me over to another part of the building.

Her hand was cool and smooth under mine. It was hard, but that was only because she was made of granite. Oh, how I longed to see her beautiful face once again…

To see his face again…knowing I never would brought a tear down my cheek.

"We're getting on an elevator," the angel holding my hand informed me quietly. She probably only told me that so that I wouldn't freak out when we were moving downward. People would think me insane…hell, I was anyway. I didn't care what people thought anymore.

I heard a little ding, and we were shuffled forward. Rosalie's stilettos still clicked against the hard floor, and it was oddly calming. Familiar.

"Wait for it…" she muttered suddenly.

"Bella!" the most amazing voice I had ever heard called to me.

A sob broke from my throat, and I wrenched myself from Rosalie, and into Edward's arms. He hugged me fiercely, and I thought I heard him cry, too. "Bella, Bella, Bella…it's over, sweetheart, it's over…it's okay…" he said softly, and I knew that there was no way in hell that I would ever be able to do this without him.

"Edward," I sobbed.

"Yes, love, I'm here," he replied, his tone soft and sweet.

"Don't ever make me go through that again," I said, trying to be harsh, but the tears made it a little hard.

"Never again," he whispered, tilting my head up. He pressed his lips against mine, silencing my cries. He answered every unspoken question I had, right then. I tangled my hands in his hair, and knew that there was no place I would rather be.

A/N Aww! Happy reunion! I love Edward/Bella moments like that…I just had to slip it in there, I couldn't help myself.

So? How many unanswered questions do you have? I know that I have something close to short term memory loss, so if you don't tell me about something I didn't answer there's a possibility that I'll forget about it…I tend to do that a lot. But I'll reread this chapter before I do anymore typing…

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