AN: Sorry it's taken a while, but here is chapter ten. I hope you enjoy and I hope some answer may be cleared up, though I'm sure it will also generate more questions.

I hope people still are enjoying this story, I haven't had much feedback and I'm not sure whether that is good or bad. So please let me know what you think. Enjoy...

Who's Afraid?

Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?

Chapter Ten

The journey to the hospital was the longest of Bella's life, every second that ticked by Bella couldn't help but wonder if it was Alice's last. The attacked had seriously injured Alice but she was still alive, barely.

This wasn't supposed to happen, not to Alice. Bella thought as the heavens opened and the rain started to fall. Like tears the rain drops slide down the car window, as if the sky was crying for Alice.

As soon as Jasper stopped the car Bella was running towards to the hospital doors, not caring that she was not only just wearing her pyjama shorts and little white vest but that it was also raining, heavily and soaking her skimpy clothing. All that mattered was Alice.

The reception looked startled at the sight of Bella, dripping wet with bloodshot eyes and a desperate expression. "Alice Swan, I'm here to see Alice." Bella said frantically.

The reception nodded and tapped away at the keyboard, her false nails exaggerating the sound. "Room 215, it's on the third floor and to the right."

Bella took off without a backwards glance, racing down the corridors and bounding up the stairs two at a time, she had no patience for lifts. Soon she reached the third floor, worn out and breathing heavily. She stopped outside room 215, trying to prepare herself for what she might see.

But nothing could have prepared her.

"Bella" Charlie acknowledged her arrival but did little else except hold his daughters hand. It seemed to be the only part of her that didn't seem to be covered in a bandage. Bella gasped softly in horror as she took in her bestfriend.

The machines around the head of Alice's bed beeped every couple of seconds, a continuousness record in the background.

"Oh Alice" Bella whispered, stepping further into the room, letting the door slam behind her softly. The sight of Alice unmoving, bandaged and broken killed a part of Bella but also ignited a deeper hatred for the rouge wolf. She wanted it to suffer... she wanted it to be hunted.

Focus Bella, revenge won't help your friend for the first time Abigail's words were not welcomed and Bella pushed the words and her away, closing her mind.

Revenge might not help Alice but it sure as hell will help me Bella thought, placing her hand on her friend's left hand which was bandaged.

Bella turned her attention to Charlie, he looked pale and tired, scared and sad, "Charlie" she whispered.

Charlie's eyes flickered to Bella, "She's my baby girl, my little Ali."

A piece of her heart broke, his voice so desperate and filled with sadness that she couldn't not go over to Charlie and wrap her arms around him, trying to comfort him though she knew it would do no good. His daughter safe and well was the only thing that would help.

"She'll fight, she's strong. Alice won't give up." Bella whispered letting her own tears fall blurring everything around her, even the people that had just entered the room.

"Charlie, Bella, I hope we aren't interrupting." The smooth voice was familiar but still foreign to Bella and through her tears she could see little more than blurry frames.

"Carlisle" Charlie greeted him like he had Bella, with a name and nothing more.

"I'm truly sorry Charlie, has she woken yet?" Carlisle asked stepping closer to the bed Alice lay so silently in.

Charlie sighed, tightening his grip on his daughters hand "No, not yet."

Carlisle nodded before slinking back into the shadows of the room leaving Edward standing silently. Bella watched with avid interest but she never let her eyes linger on Edward. Time passed slowly, no one made a sound and Bella wondered why two of the Cullen's were still there, waiting, watching.

But before she could ask Carlisle spoke, "Charlie, would you like some food, a drink maybe?"

Charlie stood, "A cigarette is more needed" he said hoarsely before turning to Bella. "Look after her, I'll be back soon."

Charlie and Carlisle left the room, leaving Bella with the Edward and Alice. Bella moved, sitting in Charlie's seat, it was warm, a sign of how long he had been there. As the silence stretched Bella couldn't help but beg for a miracle, she prayed for Alice to open her eyes and say something, anything.

But she didn't say a word, unfortunately Edward did.

"Now do you understand, do you understand why they need to be stopped?"

"You know I know, I guess you've had a nice chat with Philip." Bella sneered.

She heard shuffling and sighing behind her, "Your dad is worried about you."

"Don't" Bella whispered harshly.

"Don't what?"

"Don't call him my father, he's not."

She heard another sigh before seeing Edward in her peripheral vision. "He is however hard you fight him, or however much you think you might hate him; he's your father. He wants to keep you safe."

"With Sam I'm safe."

"His kind did this to Alice-"

"His kind, not him or anyone of his Pack" Bella argued back.

Edward was visibly frustrated at Bella fighting on a Werewolves behalf. "There isn't a difference Bella. His kind, him, they all have this in them" he said pointing Alice, and her injuries.

"Because of one werewolf's actions you're condemning them all. That's not fair or true. Humans kill other humans yet we all aren't monsters, we aren't all condemned or judged." Bella replied her voice nothing above a whisper. "Jacob isn't a monster, your friend; you think he could do this? Because what you're saying implies that you think he could."

Edward recoiled, wincing. "Was my friend, was being the operative word. He's one of them now; he isn't the Jacob I knew."

Bella sighed, "He doesn't have a bad bone in his body, with both know it but you're condemning him to death. This Hunt, it can't happen Edward, innocent people will get hurt."

Edward scoffed, "Innocent, do you not see what has happened to Alice. Do you not want whoever did this to her punished?"

"I want the right person to pay, not people who have done nothing but try and find the wolf responsible." She said sharply, hating that Edward was implying that she cared so little about Alice.

"What makes you so sure that one of your Sam's Pack didn't do this?" Edward replied with a bitter twist to his tone.

Bella swallowed the lump in her throat as she remembered staring into the eyes of the rogue wolf. "Because I've seen the wolf responsible, I saw the darkness, the wildness in its eyes. It looked wild, unlike the wolves in Sam's Pack." Bella said while she remembered comparing Sam to a well groomed dog the first time she had seen him in wolf form.

"You're being naive."

She bit back a laugh, "No, you're being thick headed, stubborn! You won't listen, though you know I'm right."

The clock ticked, the machines around Alice beeped, and the light patter of the rain against the window told Bella that it still hadn't stopped. Nothing, however told her when her friend would wake up, or when the nightmare she couldn't seem to wake up from would end. It won't end, I can't wake up, it isn't a nightmare... it's my life Bella thought bitterly.

Out of nowhere Edward spoke, his tone surprisingly soft and his words surprisingly helpful "I can't stop the Hunt but I can tell you about it." He stopped speaking while he wore a faraway look. Bella didn't want to interrupt. "He was my friend, your right; he doesn't have a bad bone in his body and I trust that you know that it applies to the rest of the Pack."

Bella knew he was talking about Jacob, Edwards childhood friend and that he trusted her on the fact that the rest of the Pack were like Jacob. They weren't but Bella knew that none of them would hurt anyone, not on purpose.

She sighed in relief. "You'll help me?"

Edward looked at her, for the first time since entering the room "as much as I can."

His words sounded dangerously close to Abigail's I can only do so much but Bella would take all the help she could get.

"Thank you" she said with a genuine smile directed at him.

"I'll tell you all I know but not here, not now. Later: around eleven. I'll come to you." He said it with such authority that all Bella could do was nod in agreement and watch as he stood and made his way towards the door just as Carlisle and Charlie entered the room again.

"Are you leaving son?" Carlisle asked Edward, his voice sounding more clipped and sharper than before.

Edward noticed to but didn't let his reaction play across his face as much as Bella did. "Things to do" he said to his father before turning to Charlie. "I'm sorry, about Alice. The monster will be caught."

Charlie gave a jerky nodded, "Thank you Edward."

He finally turned to Bella, "I'll see you later" he said, his tone filled with hidden meanings.

"See you later" she whispered, nerves creeping up on her out of nowhere.

Her skin began to prickle and she looked up to see Carlisle, his eyes pierced hers, his stare uncomfortable before he looked away and moved to follow his son from the room. "We'll be back Charlie, let us know of any developments."

Charlie nodded and then Carlisle was gone, but the feeling still stayed with Bella. Her skin still felt prickly as if his intense gaze was still on her. Bella felt as if she should remember something, that she was forgetting something important. That she wasn't connecting the dots. She wrapped her arms around herself, she didn't know if it was for comfort or to hold herself together when she felt like she was falling apart.

Who's Afraid?

Bella walked down the path that led to her barn, her mind was somewhere else so she didn't notice Sam until she literally walked into him.

"Oh" she exclaimed as she fell back expecting to hit the ground. Of course she didn't, Sam's arms wrapped themselves around her waist stopping her fall. "Sorry" she whispered her breath catching as she noticed how close they were.

He smiled slowly, "Don't be, it should be that's sorry." His smile fell and was replaced with a tight frown.

"I'm sorry about Alice" he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers even when they flooded with sadness which caused Sam more pain. He had failed her, his wolf felt responsible for Bella's sadness, her pain.

She smiled sadly and placed her palm to his cheek. "It's not your fault Sam."

Sam didn't reply, he couldn't agree with her. She decided to ignore the fact that he didn't agree.

"Have you got any closer to finding out who the rogue wolf is yet?" She asked softly as Sam put her back on her feet.

He shook his head from side to side. "No, the werewolf is smart he knows what he's doing."

"He?"

Sam took Bella's hand as they walked the few feet to her door. "All werewolves are male. It's genetic, something in the blood gets triggered and 'bam' you're a werewolf."

Bella paused to think before asking her next question that had been niggling at her mind. "What if a werewolf bits a human, do they turn into a werewolf too?"

Sam took Bella's keys from her and unlocked the door before holding it open for her. "It's rare, and most don't serve the transformation but it can happen."

"So this rogue wolf could be a made werewolf, bitten and survived the change?" Bella pressed the issue, her word filter all but gone as she fired question while seeking answers.

Sam shrugged, "It's possible but that would mean a pure werewolf would have had to have bitten someone. None of my Pack would have."

"There are other Pack's though; another wolf outside your Pack could have done it!" Bella said eagerly hoping he would start agreeing with her.

"We would have known if another wolf was in the area, we patrol constantly." Sam replied knowing his answer wouldn't satisfy her yet it was the truth.

Bella sighed, but she wasn't defeated. "It would make sense though. I mean if it isn't a pure wolf then he wouldn't have a pack, I guess you don't take kindly to made wolves."

"I've never met one. They are extremely rare Bella and if this rogue werewolf is made then it seems to be wilder than any other Werewolf I've heard of. Even a rogue shouldn't behave that way. I know you want to get to the bottom of this, and so do I but I just don't think..." he trailed off at the expression on Bella's face.

Disappointment

"...but I'll look into it, ok?" he couldn't help it. The need to make his imprint happy overruled his judgment.

She smiled and nodded. "Thank you."

Bella yawned and stretched her arms above her head. It had been a long night and she hadn't had sleep for God knows how long. Sam noticed and smiled fondly at her as she lay back on her bed curling up and closing her eyes.

"Get some sleep Bella, call if you need me." He whispered before pressing his lips to her forehead electing a small sleepy smile spread across her lips.

"When will I see you again?" she asked sleepily.

"Soon and I'll never be far away"...

Who's Afraid?

A hard rapid knock woke Bella. She mumbled to herself as she stumbled to the door without glancing at the clock or her reflection. She didn't care what she looked like. She let the door open but only slightly keeping her foot behind it just in case she had to close it quickly.

"Hey" he said taking in her appearance, "sorry did I wake you?"

She stood confused for a few seconds, before realisation and their earlier conversation caught up with her.

"Your here?"

He nodded.

"You're going to help?"

He nodded again.

"It's eleven?"

He laughed before checking his watch. "It's actually ten past, I was a little late and we've been standing here for a while!"

Bella laughed softly, "Sorry, come in."

Edward looked around the room, noticing the crinkled sheets and the discarded wet clothes on the floor. Bella saw where he was looking and rushed to pick them off the ground, not even remembering how they got there.

Bella watched him as he made himself at home, sitting on the end of her bed and looking at her book that was marked on the page she had got up too. "You like reading" he commented.

She frowned, "Yes, I also like swimming but that's not why your here, to talk about my hobbies. It's your hobby I'm more interested in!" Bella retorted sharply, she was even surprised at her reaction.

"Ouch! I said I'd help."

"But you'll still take part in the Hunt if it starts, am I right?"

Edward looked away, "I have no choice."

Bella laughed bitterly walking to the window and turning her back on him. "There is always a choice; you just have to make the right one. Something you can't seem to do."

Edward stiffened, "My father is leading the Hunt it's expected of me."

"Carlisle is leading the hunt?" Bella said turning slowly.

Edward nodded. "He came back about two months ago, all different, obsessed. He would spend ages in the library, then after a couple of weeks he showed me these books. Old books you know, ones that have dust etched into the spines. They were legends, stories... about werewolves and about La Push."

"So what happened?" Bella asked confused.

"Then about a month ago the killings started and the wolf was spotted. It's happened before and my father along with other locals joined the dots. A Werewolf was here, killing." Edward let the information he had just given her sink in. He let himself watch her, as the emotions played across her face. She was an open book and yet there seemed to be a lock stopping her from opening up completely... a lock Edward didn't have a key for.

"You said other locals, who else is in on this?"

Edward paused, his lips tightening and his jaw clenching. He knew he had said too much already if his father found out there would be serious consequences.

"Please Edward; I need to know who I'm fighting against. Please."

He didn't care about consequences, just her. "Our father's obviously, then there is Eleazar an old family friend and he owns a shop in Fork's, Alistair our accountant and another family friend, Stefan not a family friend but the mutual agreement of Werewolves being monsters has brought them together. Benjamin, a Doctor at the Hospital" he paused looking at Bella. "He's looking after Alice."

Bella sighed, "Any others?"

Edward nodded, "A few but they aren't here yet."

"Yet?"

"They are flying in... for the Hunt."

"When?" Bella's voice was strained.

Edward looked her in the eyes, remorse shining in them. Bella's breathing picked up, panic starting to course through her.

"In four days." He whispered as if it would soften the blow.

It didn't!

"They'll be hunting the wrong wolves; they'll be hunting Sam's pack!"

"Yes, and they have the names. They'll hunt the Pack, do whatever it takes. Even hunting them when they're human!"

Who's Afraid?

Four days, I have four days! Bella repeated it over and over working herself up into a panicking mess. I need air, a walk. Bella thought as she grabbed her coat and picked up her phone, noting that it was two O'clock in the morning. Edward had left at one which meant she had been panicking for an hour, just pacing the length of her room.

The cool air of the night, or very early morning, hit Bella as she walked up to Cullen Keep. She kept away from the house itself and walked along the edges near the forest surrounding. She didn't let herself look into the depths of the dark forest; instead she kept her eyes on the well kept ground, littered with beautiful flowers. Esme's doing probably. Does Esme know; know what her husband is up too? She wondered.

Bella knew she had to talk to Sam, warn him and the others but she needed a little time. Tomorrow, I'll talk to them tomorrow she said to herself.

Her heart hurt just thinking about the Hunt, knowing that Sam's life was in danger. She didn't much care about her own safety, foolish but true; she was willing to do anything to make sure he would be ok. Sam, the Pack, their families... Alice.

She knew that the rogue was someone nearby; it could even be one of those going on the Hunt itself, joining the cause so to draw suspicion away from them. Bella knew it was foolish to think she could locate the killer on her own but she knew that deep down she was the only one that could find him. It's why Abigail only shows herself to me, I have to make this right, me not anyone else.

Voices stopped Bella in her tracks.

"You have betrayed us. Me!" Bella knew that voice, Carlisle. She could only assume that he was talking to Edward. "Why? Because you have some childish crush on her? I thought I could trust you with this information, I was wrong obviously!"

A silence followed, Bella crept and ducked behind an over grown lavender bush. She could seem them, Edward with his head bowed and Carlisle's furious expression.

"You are wrong!" Edward said after a pause, he lifted his head, straightened his back and Bella could see the fight in him.

"Excuse me?" Carlisle exclaimed, alarmed and confused at his sons' words.

"You're wrong, hunting the Pack in La Push. It isn't them; I know it and I think you do to. I just can't work out why you want them to pay for something they haven't done!" Edward's acquisition hit Carlisle with force, and from where Bella crouched she could see a tremor run through the man's body.

A tremor she knew all too well.

"You won't see her again, you want speak to Philip about this either. You both belong to the Hunt that is where your loyalties lie." Carlisle spoke with an edge of darkness to his tone, some may even say madness.

"What if my loyalties have changed, what if I don't want to be on your side?" Edward had balls and Bella was on tender hooks because of it, she knew things could turn bad very quickly.

"Then I'll make sure your loyalties can't change"

Before Bella knew what was happening Carlisle pulled Edward towards him. To others it may have looked like it was a father son embrace but to Bella she saw a whole other picture. She saw Carlisle's face twist into something ugly, his eyes turning a mixture of yellow and black as his teeth that belonged to an animal not man sunk into Edward's neck.

Bella gasped, unable to hold back sobs as she scrambled upright and ran. She didn't care if he saw her, or heard her. She didn't care; she didn't think... she just ran.

Carlisle was the rogue wolf. Carlisle was the killer. Carlisle had hurt Alice. Carlisle had just bitten his son...

Edward would turn into a Werewolf or die before he became one.

AN: Soooooooo, what do you think? I know it's a little dramatic! Please let me know what you think. Did anyone think Carlisle would be the rogue and does anyone know how he became that way? Let me know.

BTW sorry this is shorter than my other chapters but I felt that this is where it should stop for this chapter.