A/N: Not much to say. Thanks for reading everyone!

Disclaimer: Not mine. All Stephenie Meyer'

Bella's POV

After returning home from the hospital I called my mom and reassured her that I was not dead, and that she did not need to fly out here. I talked to her a few minutes about school, quickly skirting around the issue of boys. I did not feel like explaining that I had been interested in a girl and boy today, both of which sported "dead skin" and super human strength.

Charlie ordered pizza for dinner and we sat in amicable silence. Speaking only once, long enough for both of us to agree that the crust was slightly burnt. When we were done Charlie offered to do dishes and I gladly obliged realizing that though I had spent a good chunk of my day passed out, I was extremely tired.

Getting up to leave I thought twice and gave Charlie a light hug, kissing him on the cheek. He stiffened a bit but patted me warmly on the arm wishing me a goodnight.

I walked into my room and booted up the ancient desktop computer sitting on my desk, one of Renee's prerequisites for me moving up here. Figuring it would take the computer at least thirty minutes to get connected I went to take a shower. Taking special care while washing my hair, I looked up to the ceiling and began repeating my multiplication times tables, ignoring the blood I was sure would circling the drain now.

Jumping out of the shower I toweled off and threw on my ratted pair of pajama pants and a long sleeve shirt, I was still not accustomed to the nippiness of the cold air, and the ancient central air system in the house did little to warm my body at night.

Walking into my room I opened firefox and stared blankly at the computer, not quite sure how to begin my search for information. I looked up cold skin and then dead skin, and decided to figure that out later as I all I got were sites for some rather disturbing porn.

Instead I typed super human strength into yahoo and was hit with a few hundred sites pertaining to adrenaline rushes and near death experiences. Not getting what I wanted I added the words black eyes, and cold skin to my search and hit go. My eyes got big at the results.

Vampires.

Deciding that maybe I should just wait for Sunday after all I quickly sent an email to Renee, once again declaring my livelihood and shut the computer down.

Stretching and yawning loudly I crawled into my bed and wrapped myself in my quilt, falling asleep within seconds.

I woke up around three o'clock a.m. with the sensation of cold lips being pressed to mine. A cold hand rested on my waist and I opened my mouth to ask who it was and felt a cold soft finger press against my lips.

"Shh." I heard Alice whisper as she once again pressed her lips to mine, teasing them with her tongue as if asking for permission. I opened my lips slightly and felt her tongue press run softly against mine.

Alice mewed softly as I ran my hand up her waist, stopping at the soft incline of her breasts. Sensing my hesitation she smiled into my mouth as she moved my hand to her chest. I felt myself warm between my legs when I realized she wore no bra, and moved the covers to try and pull her underneath with me.

Suddenly she stiffened and pulled away from my touch and my lips. They felt colder with out her.

"Where are you going?" I asked breathlessly.

"Back to Jasper," she said slipping one leg over my windowsill. "Don't worry, Edward will be here soon." And with that she was gone.

Flopping back onto my pillows I nearly yelped with surprise when I felt another hand move up my thigh. My eyes fluttered open and I stared into Edwards, intense gaze.

"What are you doing here?" I asked pushing myself up on the bed.

"I'm here to love you."

"But Alice?"

"Is with Jasper." And with that he crushed his lips against mine.

The felt difference than Alice's. Not bad, but not as soft and gentle as hers had. They were harder, more pushy. I felt more like Edward needed to be kissing me. Like I had somehow become the center of his universe, and I wasn't sure I wanted that.

"I love you," he whispered looking at me. His eye's black. "And I'm sorry but I have to do this." And at that he flung himself back his expression changing to that of a monster. When he came back down to me his mouth was wide opened, his sharp teeth aiming for my neck.

I rolled away from him and fell of the bed and woke with a start.

"Shit!" I exclaimed loudly looking around my room nervously.

I heard a few loud thuds, and then Charlie burst through my room, gun in hand. "Bells what happened?" He said looking at me down on the floor, and then to my opened window.

"Nothing," I said grumpily, whilst trying to extract my legs from the sheet tangled around my legs.

"No wonder you're always cold," he said shutting my window and grinning down at me with an extended hand.

"Yah," I mumbled back letting him pull me from the floor.

"So Bells what are your plans for the day?" he asked putting his gun in his holster.

"I'm going to La Push with some people I met from school."

"That sounds like fun. Make sure to be careful though, that beach is a safety hazard." He said grinning at me. Charlie was like me in the way that he also had trouble controlling his feet at times. He started to walk to the door and then stopped. "You know you should call Jacob Black and tell him you're going out there. You can thank him for fixing up your truck for you."

"I'll do that," I said smiling thinking of my childhood friend. I had not seen Jacob in at least seven years and was curious about how the young smiling boy from my memories had turned into such a mechanic extraordinaire. When I had seen my truck, a gift from Charlie, I had expected it to die within a couple of minutes. But it worked great, and the heater had been super charged to my liking.

"Ok Bells, have fun," he said shutting my door.

"Right." I said giving my window a glare before I gathered my clothing and head off for she shower.

After my shower I did some light cleaning of the house before leaving to meet the rest of the group at Mike's father's sports and outdoor store.

The ride to La Push took about fifteen minutes and I rode with Mike and Jessica trying to keep in the conversation, but it was difficult when my thoughts kept returning to my dreams from last night.

"Shit," I said suddenly realizing I had not called Jacob.

"What's up?" Jessica said turning back towards me.

"I meant to call one of my friends that live out here on the reservation and invite him to come hang out."

"No problem," she said sending me back a cell phone. I was not fooled by her sudden generosity. She wanted nothing more than for me to be distracted away from Mike. You would have had to be a fool to not know she wanted his babies, and hard.

The phone rang three times before Jacob picked up. I told him about the picnic we had planned and he agreed to meet us down there with a few friends and some hot dogs in tow.

When we arrived I was very distraught to find that the picnic spot was about a hundred or so feet below us off the side of the cliff. A small rickety path the only thing leading down. A historical plaque next to the top noted that the path had been built over two hundred years ago. Great…and now Alice's heroic van stopping would all be in vain.

Walking very carefully I followed the group down the path to the beach opening, making sure to set my foot down flat before putting any weight on it. Finally I made it down the side with only one small slip. At the bottom of the staircase I was met with the huge grin of Jacob Black. He had grown at least two feet since I had last seen him. Now towering over me at, at least 5'10".

I was instantly enveloped in a large bear hug and I could hear Mike mutter something behind me back about Jacob's age. Ignoring him I hugged back whole-heartedly. I had a certain fondness for Jacob because he was one of he few things I had enjoyed about summers with Charlie.

"Hey Shorty," he said finally releasing me from his hug.

"Hey there stretch," I said giving him a playful punch in his abs. He pretended to act hurt and then preceded to introduce us to the group of guys standing behind him.

The group made the way over to a fire the guys had made and before long the air was mixed with the sounds of laughter and sizzling hotdogs.

"So Bella," Lauren said leaning forwards. "I would of thought you would invite Alice Cullen here after she saved your life and all."

"Um no," I said my cheeks reddening. "I did invite Edward, but he said he couldn't come."

"The Cullens don't come here." One of the Quileutes said slowly. His tone was serious and enough to end the conversation right there.

But I was curious. So after another thirty minutes or so, I asked Jacob if he felt up for going for a walk. As we walked we joked and reminisced about our shared childhood experiences, and I pondered the best way to breach the subject of what had been said earlier about the Cullens.

Finally I just decided to cut to the chase and at a break in the conversation quickly slipped in my question.

"What did that guy mean when he said the Cullens don't come here? The way he said it sounded like they aren't allowed."

At this Jacob laughed uneasily. "It's kind of a long story.

"I've got all day."

And so Jacob told me the legends about his ancestors being werewolves. Protectors of humans and mortal enemies to the vampires. And then he got to the part about the Cullens. I listened closely, each detail he gave helping me to form my hypothesis.

"So anyways that's the story," he said leading me back towards the group.

"Thanks for telling me that," I said giving him a half hug.

"Well you don't believe it right?" He asked a funny smile on his face.

"Oh course not," I said trying to keep a neutral tone.

"Hey Bella we're ready to go," Mike said walking towards me, Jessica in tow.

"Awesome." I turned towards Jacob and gave him a hug. "Come and see me in town sometime giant."

"Alright pintsize. And Bella."

"Yah?"

"Watch out for the Vampires."

I laughed to myself at that. Oh if only Jacob knew.