BPOV
I woke up in a strange bed. I sat up pulling the covers over my chest and looked around. Edward was laying beside me, starring at the ceiling. It was at times like this I hated our kind, well his. He didn't sleep.
"Hey." He said, looking at me. He was sparkling. Damn.
"What time is it?" I asked, looking around. He sat up a little and looked at me.
"About ten. Why?"
"Damn." I said, getting up, not caring what he saw. He'd seen it last night, anyway.
"What?" He asked.
"I shouldn't...We shouldn't have...If Damon finds out I'm dead, no pun intended. Oh, God, Damon! I bet he's thinking the worst right now. He and Stefan are probably out looking for me..." I was rambling, trying to find all my clothes, and get out.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down a little." Edward said. "You're making my head spin."
I looked at him and he looked worried. I sighed and sat down.
"I really shouldn't come here. With...her out there."
"Her? Who?" He asked. I only looked at him and he knew. He was in front of me in an instant "Victoria?"
I nodded.
"How long has she been hunting you?" He asked.
A few years. She's starting an army." I whispered. Cold fear trickled throw me whenever I thought of this. An army of new borns against the five of us, two of whom got nourishment from Bambi and Thumper.
Edward took my hands in his. "Look at me." He said. I did. "Do you need help?" I nodded.
"Then, we'll give it. You are family Bella, no matter what happens between you and I."
I smiled slightly then sighed.
"I can't ask that of you, Edward, of your family. This our war, not yours."
"We made her mad. I started it all with James." He whispered. "This is our war just as much as it is yours."
I studied him and sighed. "Fine."