I finally came home, my rubber shoes squeaking against the wooden floor. I mopped the floor with my feet as I went to dump myself on the sofa. Esme and Carlisle sat at the dining table-which, obviously was only for show- while Alice and Jasper sat on the staircase, scheming for when James decided to drop by.

Rosalie was on the piano, playing away a soft, beautiful song; one which I recognized almost instantly. She played all of her favorite songs often.

I had always been jealous of Rosalie. She was extremely beautiful; as that wasn't enough. Now, she was an amazing piano player. I was never musically gifted. There was no shot at me in that department.

Emmett was away, hunting by himself. So now there was no one to brighten the mood and laugh saying, "What happened Bella? Drowned in a lake?"

Every pair of eyes followed me as I walked over to the couch. It felt strangely uncomfortable to be watched. Rosalie stopped playing and everyone had quieted down. Was I going to be the center of attention today?

When I sat down, there was still silence. I was finally the one to break it.

"Don't mind me," I said icily. "Go about your business."

"Bella," Alice said heartbrokenly. "I think he needs to know now."

I was immediately knocked out of my fixed trance.

"Why? What did you see Alice?" I asked, leaning out of my chair.

"He's here," she answered in a defeated voice.

"In Forks?" I questioned, devastated.

"No, not yet," she said in a muted, flat voice. "He's in Seattle, but getting close."

I shrunk back into my seat and replied, "Oh," overwhelmed at the idea of him being so close that he could catch Edward right in the palm of his hand.

I suddenly remembered of Edward. "Oh," I realized, louder this time. "We need to take him away; we need to protect him; we need to…"

"And what? Steal him away in the night? Leave his poor uncle going mad looking for him? He'll be missed Bella," Jasper contradicted, standing up.

I looked at him and scoffed unbelievingly. I turned my head away.

"Bella," Esme called. "You know that we do care for Edward's safety. Whether or not he knows it, he's part of our family now. But we can't take him away from his uncle. I've talked to his uncle. Alex Masen really does care for his nephew."

"Then what are we supposed to do?" I asked feebly. No one answered. I began my monologue again. "Look, I've already let him get hurt because of me. It killed me for two and a half weeks. It's still hard for me to talk about it. I don't want Edward in any danger. Is it so hard to protect him unnoticeably?"

Carlisle answered this time. "Well, there is a way. When James is closer, maybe you can convince Edward to tell his uncle that he would be going on a camping trip with us. He could leave a note…"

"And give him one of our numbers, just incase he gets worried. Maybe mine. I believe I could calm him down," Esme interjected in a soft, sure voice.

"Yes, we could keep him away with one of us until the battle would be over," Jasper finished.

Rosalie was part the discussion for the first time in a long time. "Alice, why did you wait to tell us?"

Alice looked at me gravely. "I thought Bella should know first."

"Well, you could have told us before Emmett left." Of course.

Carlisle commanded in a compassionate tone, "Get Emmett on the phone. Tell him to get back home."

I didn't breathe, for fear that I would start hyperventilating. Imagine that; a vampire hyperventilating.

"We need to call the Denali clan. They would definitely be a helping hand," Jasper used his military perspective.

Alice and Jasper whipped out their phones and began talking rapidly through the phone.

I was the only one frozen.