Disclaimer: I do not own twilight or any of its characters.

(AN: This is a very refelctive chapter and doesnt have much 'action' but i feel that it shows the depth of Toby's feelings and emotions, which is very important to consider when a relationship moves so fast. hope you enjoy. Thanks to LordXeenTheGreat who has taken the time to review every chapter... greatly appreciated. ellie xx)

That night everyone went about their normal business. Mum, Dad and Joy went to bed sometime before midnight, Emmett and Bella were hunting, Jasper and Alice were reading, Edward, Alice and Esme were outside looking at the stars in the sky – one of Esme's favourite pastimes. Carlisle and Sara had continued to talk long into the night. He filled her in on everything I had neglected to tell her while we were still in the hospital – mainly things that had happened long before I was born.

But now she was asleep. Joy offered Sara her bed as there was nowhere else for her to sleep. Sara said she would be happy to sleep on the sofa – similar to how she has slept previously – but Carlisle said that she needed to be comfortable. Her ribs were still taped tightly and her left leg and forearm were both in casts and sleeping on a sofa would not have helped the recovery process. Besides... Joy had the ability to sleep comfortably anywhere. She was curled up on Alice's couch.

I sat on the end of the bed where she was fast asleep. I couldn't take my eyes off of her relaxed and gentle face. She looked so peaceful. Her breathing was steady and deep, her chest rising slightly with each breath. The moonlight coming in from the window on this clear night shone on Sara's face giving it a beautiful blue highlight. Her face was completely flawless – apart from the five stitches to the top left of her forehead and a deep purple bruise on her cheek bone. What pain I had put her in since I met her. I leant forward and stroked the scar with my cold, stone-like thumb and it burned with the heat of her skin and the electricity racing between us.

"I'm so sorry Sara." I whispered softly.

I leant forwards more, bringing my face to hers. Slowly and carefully – never letting my guard down – I placed my lips at the already healing cut on her forehead and kissed it tenderly. The dried blood on the surface touched my lips and sang to me like the Sirens I had read about in Greek Mythology. Carlisle had given her some strong painkillers to help her sleep and they had changed the scent of her blood slightly. It was still beautifully floral, but now it was tinged with a scent of chalk.

"So strong." Carlisle interrupted.

I smiled back at him, embarrassed.

"How you have changed in no more than two days. This girl has done wonders for you." He continued, stepping forward.

"But at what cost Carlisle?" I argued back, still thinking pessimistically about my resistance.

"I assume you are referring to endangering her life?" He guessed.

I nodded.

"Our world is a dangerous one, Toby. For many reasons. Bella was enough proof of that when she was still human. But she is also proof that this can work... as are you."

He was of course talking about my existence. My existence stemmed from an almost identical relationship.

"I'm not saying this is the same as what Edward and Bella went through, because it is not. But you can take heed from them. You will need to be so careful over the next few months – more than the rest of us. Every touch, every kiss will have to take your full concentration and control. Do not take your already greatly improved strength for granted. All it takes is one gust of wind, one sudden movement, one paper cut..." he laughed slightly at the last one, though I did not know why. "We will all be just as safe as you, as you know. She will be safe here." He smiled reassuringly. "She'll be loved here." He rested his hand on my shoulder, paused for a moment, looking at Sara. "She is sleeping well, which is good. She needs as much rest as she can at the moment. I think she'll benefit from taking the next few days off of school, I'll fill in the doctor's note now so you can hand it in tomorrow..."

"I'm – I'm not going if she is not." I interrupted rudely, immediately feeling bad for it.

"Toby, this is your first time through school –"

"It's not as if I don't know a million times more than the teacher even do!" I argued back again.

Carlisle smiled and looked down at his feet. "I'll talk to your mother in the morning when she wakes up." He said. Before I could protest anymore, he had left.

I knew that I would not be able to spend the day without her. I wondered if I ever could. She had so quickly become my centre of my universe. How would I ever be able to hunt as it meant leaving her here? How often would I have to hunt to keep her safe? To keep me safe? Surely the destruction of her life would mean the same for mine. We normally hunted between every ten and fourteen days, but with a human living here that was bound to change – Esme had mention so earlier. I would have to discuss it with Carlisle. I hope he would know.

I pulled myself away from Sara and made my way downstairs.

I saw my family already collected in our living area. Alice winked at me – I assumed that she had gathered everyone there. Though I did not know why – I just wanted to talk to Carlisle.

"Is she ok?" Esme asked faintly.

I just nodded and continued on my course. "Carlisle. I wanted to ask you all, about hunting, how often should we... should I...go?"

He looked as though he was taken off guard by my question. As is he hadn't known that I was going to speak. Hadn't Alice told him? "It's really to your discretion, Toby. As it will be for all of us." He sighed, sensing my confusion. I didn't want to risk anything. "However, I would suggest maybe once a week? In time you'll find out for yourself what is the most comfortable."

"You never know, Toby... you might find yourself being comfortable hunting as usual." Esme added, smiling.

"So... um, why are we here?" Rosalie asked, her eyes shifting between the rest of our family.

"That's my fault." Carlisle joked, nervously.

"What's wrong, Carlisle?" Jasper asked, possibly sensing his emotions.

"I thought I'd talk about it while Sara was sleeping. As you might have guessed, we're going to have to move, before the end of the year, just before we change Sara."

"Meaning we've got to start High School again." Rosalie guessed, looking rather annoyed.

"You don't have to Rosalie – you know that." Alice argued. Why hadn't I seen this? She asked herself.

"But if I don't then we have to move again... sooner!"

"We could always go Al Fresco!" Emmett joked.

"Ergh, no! I'm not being a Nomad. How... uncivilised." Rosalie moaned somewhere in the distance. I was not listening to her, I was focusing on Alice, as were Jasper and Edward.

Why can't I see us moving? This question was followed by hundreds of images Alice was generating. Just flashes – too fast for me to understand. Something else is going to happen first... something big.

"Something's not right..." Alice breathed.

The minor argument brewing between Rosalie and Carlisle suddenly evaporated and everyone turned their heads to Alice.

"What's happening, Alice?" Jasper pressed, anxious.

The image that I saw next shocked me to my core. It was a beautiful hall, with large marble pillars reaching ever so high. I recognised this image from a painting in Carlisle's office. The vision closed in on a pair of burgundy red, cloudy, but powerful eyes. And then it stopped.

"We're going to have to change Sara sooner than planned..." Alice barely whispered.

Edward suddenly growled ferociously, kicking one of the side tables so hard that is smashed against one of the walls, breaking the plaster. Esme look genuinly shocked, almost scared. She pressed her hands into her chest, looking worryingly at Edward.

Alice continued, not registering what had just happened. "They're coming again... The Volturi."