I spent the weekend with Leah. We went to Port Angeles, and I bought new pyjamas for both of us. I figured, if I've got an audience, I should play the part. They weren't lingerie by any standard, though the ones I got for Leah could definitely be classed that way. Simple satin pants and button down shirt. It would be too warm to wear them soon, but I'd keep them for the fall. That made me wonder where I'd be in the fall.

She also filled me in on the gossip with the pack. I couldn't believe Jacob hadn't told me Quil had imprinted, especially on a two year-old! Of course it was likely only because the last time I'd seen him was our date. Probably not the best time to bring up deep sentimental attachments to children. Leah was there at the time and couldn't believe her own eyes.

"He was so sweet with her, Bella. Like she was his own kid. He's still a kid himself! Emily and Sam were creeped right out; thought he was going molest her or something."

"Quil?!" I was shocked.

"I know! He didn't of course, just held her hand and gave her horsey rides all afternoon. She didn't leave his side for the rest of the day. I think he's been running to Makah at night, just to see her."

"That's so sweet," I cooed.

"I don't know, but I've noticed him when I'm on patrol and he's outside a house, and it's not one I recognize." Her grin was huge. "He's so happy now that he's has her." Her smile slipped. "Do you think I might imprint? No one has imprinted on me, obviously."

"Maybe. No one has imprinted on me either," I reminded her with a grin.

"Yeah, Jake sure wishes he did. Then maybe you'd forget Cullen."

"Does he think that?" I wondered aloud.

"Course he does. He doesn't want you with that leech any more than I do. He's no good for you Bella. Jake can hurt you, but Edward can do it so much more easily, all the time."

I didn't think the difference was as big as she made it out to be. Jacob's ability to hurt me was just as ever-present as Edward's and equally unlikely. Neither of them lost control around me. Still, Leah had given me something to think about. Jacob hadn't imprinted on me, which meant there was always the chance he would imprint on someone. Then where would I be? With Edward? Maybe, if I hadn't pushed him too far away. And how old would I be then? I tried to banish these thoughts from my mind. I wasn't ready to make that decision in any case. And certainly fear of loss should not be the basis of my choice. I was better than that.

Monday Edward absconded with me at lunch, claiming it was too nice not to eat outside. Of course it was still cloudy, but at least it wasn't raining. I let him lead me away, wondering what he was up to.

"I wanted to ask you to go to a concert with me this weekend. Saturday, specifically."

"Oh." I was a little startled. Edward had never really taken me on any 'dates', unless you counted prom, which I certainly didn't. That was an obligation, not a date. "What concert?" I couldn't remember hearing of anyone interesting coming. There was one band playing Tacoma in June that I thought I might get tickets to, but nothing now.

"The Seattle Symphony." My jaw dropped open a little. "They're performing a few of Bach's harpsichord concertos and I thought you might enjoy it."

"I would." I tried to remember what a harpsichord was. Was it that little thing you strummed while pressing down buttons? At any rate, it sounded marvellous. "What would I wear?" I blurted without thinking.

"I believe Alice had plans and a wardrobe for you. Don't worry, it isn't overly formal, but as she reminds me, you only have the one skirt." His smile was full of humour.

I chuckled. "Because I have so many occasions to need one."

"Speaking of occasions, I know it might not be something you want to do, but-" My heart began to race as he stammered for words. This was either going to be very good or very bad. "You could wear my mother's necklace with whatever Alice chooses for you."

I let out the breath I had been holding. "That's a great idea. I'll be sure to bring it. I wonder what time Alice will want me to begin the makeover." I groaned at the word.

"She thinks two will be early enough."

"How early is the concert?" I asked.

"It's not until eight. She wants to spend time with you," he whispered and I smiled. Of course she did.

"Very well, I will talk to Charlie and be at your place three o'clock on Saturday." I leaned into his shoulder and he put his arm around me.

That turned out to be easier said than done. "You want to go out with Edward?" Charlie verified. "Even though he didn't call you while he was gone?"

"Yes, Dad. I still want to go out with Edward. He's taking me to the Symphony."

Charlie choked on his beer. "In Seattle? No. Absolutely not."

"What? What's the matter with Seattle?"

"Haven't you heard the news?" he asked, passing me the paper.

I looked at the headline, Death toll on the rise, police fear gang activity

"You remember I used to live in Phoenix, right? Gang activity? Death tolls? Weren't a reason for me to stay home."

"I don't want you going to Seattle." He met my eye and I knew our stubbornness was equal. How could I tip it in my favour?

"We wouldn't be anywhere dodgy. We're going to the Symphony! Do you really expect a turf war over Bach's concertos?"

He humphed but wasn't budged. "We'll just go to the concert and straight home. I'll eat at the Cullens. No side trips, no sight-seeing, nothing. I'll call when we leave and you'll know when I get home."

"You'll call?" His eyebrow arched.

"Alice is making me over again," I grumbled, but it made him grin. I thought maybe I'd gained an inch.

"No where else? Just the Symphony?"

"You have my word. You can have Edward's too, if that meant anything to you," I muttered the last part.

"I'll think about it," he muttered. There was a knock on the door and Jacob let himself in.

"Well don't think about it too long. I'd hate for the tickets to be wasted." I went to greet Jacob with a peck on the cheek. "Staying or going?" I asked.

"I thought we'd stay. Unless Charlie wants us to split."

"Nah, have a seat."

I waited for Charlie to bring up the concert again. I could just see Jacob putting Charlie's back up again so he'd make it a firm no. I was surprised when Charlie's attention stayed on the game. I leaned into Jacob and tried to watch the game too.

The week slipped by easily. I got a howl the first time Jacob spotted my new pyjamas. I stuck my tongue out and closed my blinds. Alice never stopped talking about the dress she'd gotten for me. I didn't care so much about the dress, but I prayed she'd gotten me real shoes this time. I planned to pack my dressiest black flats along, just in case.

And so, after spending the morning with Leah, I was being buffed and scrubbed and masked at Alice's cold hands. I'd seen the dress before cucumbers covered my eyes. It looked fine on the hanger; floor length, strapless, and black. Pretty simple actually. I was sure it would look like more when I had it on. Alice didn't know the meaning of simple.

"Really, Bella. What have you been doing with your hands?" she asked as she filed my ragged nails.

"Catching myself from falling?" I tended to do that a lot. It led to many a broken nail.

"Well at least now you have two strong arms to help you with that," she teased.

"Oh please, Alice. I don't have a boy on my arm every hour of the day."

"You could. You should," she mumbled.

I chuckled and tried to enjoy relaxing in her chair. It wasn't easy. I felt antsy.

Rosalie came in after my mask was removed and Alice had started on the makeup. "Big night?" Like she didn't know.

"Yes. Edward is taking me to the Symphony." Alice clucked as my face moved while I spoke. I glared at her.

"Ah. What were you planning to do with her hair?" Rose asked Alice.

"I thought I'd leave it down."

"In that dress?" Rosalie shook her head. "No, let's do it up." She started piling my curls on top of my head and pinning. I winced a couple times when I got jabbed and she smirked at me in the mirror. If Alice hadn't been lining my lips....

Alice brought me up a plate of food a little after four. "Careful not to smudge. I'll reapply when you're finished. She went to work on my pedicure while I ate. I didn't quite understand why. No one would see my feet under that skirt. A little while later I was being zipped in. Sure enough, the dress did look more spectacular when worn. There were subtle layers in the skirt and the bodice had a folded quality to it, as though the left breast tucked under the right. Alice finished it off with a pair of pumps that didn't look like they'd kill me and elbow length black satin gloves.

Rosalie combed a tiara-like hairpiece over the pins on the top of my head. I winced again as it pulled my already strained roots. "Baby," she said with smirk.

"Sadist," I said with the same expression. She laughed. "Oh, Alice, can you pass me the box." She would know which one of course.

"No way. Edward gets that honour." I blushed as she took the box and snapped a camera. She left me with Rosalie then.

I took another look in the mirror. "Not overly formal," I muttered. "I don't want to know what his idea of formal is."

Rose chuckled. "Alice just overdoes everything."

I walked out, careful not to catch my toes in my skirt, and descended the stair case.

I heard Emmett whistle and Rosalie flashed past me. I didn't see either when I got to the bottom of the stairs.

"You look amazing," Edward murmured. That was when I first looked up from my toes and his. He was wearing black. That always looked amazing against his pale skin. His jacket was mandarin cut and suited him very well. I saw he had the box in his hands. "May I?" he asked opening it.

I was glad no one was around as he pulled the gold chain around my neck. I was also glad my hair was up. If I'd had to lift it he would see me trembling. His breath on the back of neck made me shiver, and then his hands, and then his lips. I closed my eyes and sighed, leaning into him.

"Alice overestimates my strength, putting your hair up. I don't know how I will resist your neck all night."

I blushed. "Actually, you will have to blame Rosalie."

"Of course," he said in an odd tone. He kissed my neck once more. "But we should be going or we'll be late."

"Yes, just one minute." I grabbed their phone and called Charlie. I was glad he had no idea when the concert was; he'd be wondering how we were going to get there in time. As it was, he wouldn't know if I were a little delayed getting in the door.

"We're leaving now, Dad. I'll see you when we get home."

"Be careful, Bella."

"We will."

I didn't feel overdressed as we entered Benaroya Hall. Several ladies were more finely dressed than I. Several wore simpler cocktail dresses too. I felt eyes on us and was sure they were for Edward. Until I heard him growl very lightly. I looked more closely and noticed how many male heads were turned. I blushed a little and Edward kissed me under the ear. "You are tempting more than just me tonight," he admitted in a whisper.

The concert was wonderful. The music seemed to come from all around us. Edward held my hand and watched my expression. I didn't look at him much, focusing instead on the stage which was right in front of us. I was in awe of the musicians, of the instruments. The harpsichord was a beautiful piece, covered in carving and gold.

Edward kissed my cheek at one point and I felt a dampness. I lifted my gloved hand and noticed for the first time that I was crying. I sniffed once and dabbed the corners of my eyes. I smiled at Edward. "Thank you," I whispered.

"Thank you," he answered and we both joined the applause erupting.

The orchestra started the last piece and I took Edward's hand in both of mine. Watching him this time. He turned to me as well and it felt like the music was playing between us. He leaned closer to me as the piece continued and his lips met mine, gently, carefully. His eyes fell to the pendant at my neck. "I love you, Bella Swan," he whispered in a voice as smooth as silk.

"I love you too." It sounded so lame in my crackly voice.

He smiled though and held my eyes as the piece ended. We didn't linger in the Hall afterward, Edward leading me to the car. He tensed and straightened from my side.

"What is it?" I asked him, the wind blowing my hair. I put a hand to it, hoping it wouldn't pull any more.

"Vampire," he whispered. "Not one I know. Let's get out of here." He opened my door and almost pushed me in.

He closed his door a second later and I hoped no one had noticed how quick he had been. "I knew there was a newborn in Seattle. I shouldn't have brought you here, Bella. It was foolish. Forgive me."

"A newborn?" I didn't understand.

"A new vampire. When we are first transformed we are... volatile. This one is lucky he, or she, hasn't attracted more attention."

I shook my head in confusion and disbelief. "The murders are..."

"Feedings. He, or she, is careless. The Volturi will come for this one soon."

We were flying down the highway at this point and I tried to comprehend this new knowledge. Edward had been so reluctant for me to even learn how new vampires were made. It had taken a lot of coercion to learn much of anything about the process, beyond pain. He was always quick to remind me of that part. Especially since I'd had a taste of it.

Well, he needn't worry about that any longer. I wasn't nearly as frightened of being older than him as I once was. I had lived without him enough months, lived with rumors about him, about me. I didn't care nearly as much what other people thought. Who knew, maybe he would leave me again.

Would I really want to spend eternity without Edward? Certainly not.

Still, a newborn in Seattle. And Victoria out there, somewhere. I was more grateful than ever that I had a vampire and wolf guarding my room each night.

That was silly. Why would a newborn leave a populated place like Seattle to come to Forks? It was ridiculous. Just like the speed Edward was driving at. We were practically home and I hadn't even finished thinking about newborn vampires.

He pulled off the highway, but not at his house. "Edward?"

We didn't go much farther though, along the dirt track. It overlooked Lake Pleasant. The clouds parted enough to show the moon reflected on the rippling water. "Is this a little clichéd?" he asked.

I chuckled. "No, not at all." I leaned over to kiss him, my hand on his cheek.

"My sisters live to torment me," he murmured.

"How so?" I asked, sitting back. He held my hand to him.

"This," he said, trailing his hand up my glove to my elbow. "And this," he put his lips to my neck again. "And this," his kissed down along my collarbone right to edge of my dress, to the center of my chest. My breasts were heaving by that point. "They know all my weaknesses."

His cold nose trailed along the top edge of my dress again as I felt him slowly pulling off my glove. As he pulled he moved my arm to his side, wrapping the glove around himself. He kissed his way back up to my lips, stopping at the pendant. "That looks beautiful on you too."

"Edward Cullen," I murmured when I had breath. "I do believe you are trying to seduce me." My smile was broad as I used the hand on his side to pull him closer to me, kissing him deeply. Although his tongue explored my mouth I was careful mine never passed his lips. I did tangle with his in my mouth. It was oddly dry, not like Jacob's kisses. Then I remembered any moistness in his kiss would be venom, not saliva. Just as well. He still tasted divine.

He was hungry for me and I started to fear just what would come from this. I shouldn't have, Edward would never hurt me. But the unknown was still frightening. I felt my zipper slowly being opened, one pair of teeth at a time. His hands found new skin to explore and my teeth chattered.

"Are you cold?" he asked.

"Not really," and it was true. I was chilled but that wasn't why my teeth were vibrating. I thought all of me must be vibrating right now. He turned the engine and the heat back on, regardless. I noticed he didn't move much to manage it. His hands quickly found their place again.

I tiptoed into the house, but I shouldn't have bothered. Charlie was sitting on the couch.

"Kinda late isn't it?" he asked. It was half past one.

"Well we did drive all the way back from Seattle," I reminded him.

"I suppose. Had a good time?" he asked and I noticed him looking at my mouth. I'd been careful to wipe away any smudges before leaving Edward. He seemed to want to wear his home.

"Yes. It was a wonderful concert. But it is late, and it's going to take me an hour to pull all the pins out of my hair. Goodnight, Dad."

He turned off the TV and followed me up.

The next week I got an acceptance from the University of Jacksonville. I called Renee right away to let her know. Jake was over when I opened it and congratulated me as well. "Sun and surf, eh?" he joked.

"Yeah, well. I used to like the sun."

"It's pretty far though," he murmured looking a little downcast.

"I applied to the University of Washington too," I told him, wrapping my arms around his waist. "I'm not going anywhere for a few more months," I reminded him.

"Thank goodness for that."

He stayed with me in my room for part of the evening. He sat up from lounging on my bed.

"What is it Jake?"

"Alpha howl. I gotta go," he jumped out the window. I watched him run for the trees and wondered what was going on.

It was only after I showered and changed for bed that I realized I was alone. Neither Edward nor any of the wolves were outside right now. I sat on my bed with my knees pulled up, hoping whoever returned first would let me know they were there. I left my light on so they would know I wasn't asleep. There was no way I could sleep.

What had Sam called Jacob for? Jacob and every other wolf, I was sure. What was keeping Edward? He was usually in the tree outside by now. What were they doing? Were they all right? I turned on my CD player. I'd found some Bach in my library and had swapped out Edward's disc for the first time in months. It didn't soothe me.

It was three am when I heard a knock on my window and opened it. Edward came through. He was followed moments later by Jacob. I hugged each as he came in. "What happened?" I whispered.

"Victoria," Edward hissed.

Jacob growled with him. "She got away."

"Only because one of your pack went after Emmett."

"His butt was over the line. Paul was within his rights."

"Wait. Emmett? Paul?" I asked.

"Both are fine. Jasper and Carlisle calmed things down." Edward tried to calm me. "But not before Victoria escaped. It was like she knew where the line was."

"Yeah, kept slipping from one side to the other. Slimy leech."

"So why did you let her?" I asked.

They both looked at me like I'd suggested ending the world. "We wouldn't break the treaty," Jacob growled.

"And we didn't break the treaty. Emmett was on neutral ground."

"Neutral my ass."

"Your ass..."

"Stop! You're going to wake Charlie," I rasped.

The both looked down, ashamed. "What I meant was, why don't you work together? Edward can read your minds, you could let him know when she's crossing over. And you," I looked to Edward now. "Isn't there some way you could pass them the same message? Or maybe you," I looked to Jacob again, "could let them over for the sake of catching her? Isn't getting rid of an obvious threat more important than a stupid line?"

They continued to look at me like I was suggesting an apocalypse. "Fine. Forget I said anything. She's gone again?" I asked.

They both nodded.

"Good, then I'm going to get some sleep. I was worried sick for both of you. I'm glad you're both okay." I gave each another hug before turning for my blankets.

"I really like the jammers, Bells."

"Shut up, Jacob," I said with a yawn and smile.

I climbed into my bed while they lingered at my window. I closed my eyes and felt a hot kiss followed by a cold one on my cheek. I smiled more broadly.

If Edward had planned another date, Jacob and Leah beat him to the punch. They had a very good invitation too. The elders were planning to retell the wolf stories Friday night at La Push. I made plans to spend the night at the Clearwater house. I left my new pyjamas at home, knowing Leah tended to heat the room she was in. I'd be better off in my shorts and T-shirt.

Edward was happy to hear I was staying in La Push. He was going to be out of town for the weekend. "Most of us were going hunting this weekend. Alice was going to stay to watch your place, but now she'll probably come with us."

"Well, good. She shouldn't stay just for me."

"We want to do our part to ensure your safety, Bella." His tone was patronizing. No wonder the wolves were so quick to step to my defence, it was also their own. Still, I would never shun an extra protector.

The evening started with a wiener roast. I was truly appalled by the appetites surrounding me. And being someone who twice bled in a room full of vampires, that's saying something. I sat beside Quil for a while. I'd missed him recently. We didn't get to hike like we used to, and I'd spent nearly all of my La Push time with Leah or Jacob. Leah telling me about his imprinting had really brought home just how little time I'd gotten with him.

"So, how's the wolf treating you?" Wow, that was a lame ice breaker. I needed practice.

He laughed at me. "Not bad. Getting the hang of it. Doesn't hurt anymore." I'd finally gotten an answer to that question. It did hurt at first, until the mind and body adjusted to the change. Control over phasing came soon after, and I knew Quil was at that point.

"I hear there's a new woman in your life," I teased.

He laughed louder. "Woman is definitely a stretch. Claire is great, Bella. You have to meet her sometime. Sweet kid. Although Emily tells me she's being a bear to her parents because she wants to see me."

"Does she know you visit?"

"I think so. She looks right at me through her window sometimes. I know we didn't 'explain' that I'm also a wolf, but I'm pretty sure she's on to me." His smile was broad.

"What's that like? Leah said you were acting like she was your own kid. Is that what it feels like?"

"No. But sort of. I definitely want to protect her as much as her own parents. But where her mom and dad can easily say, 'No, Claire', I don't think I could. I think it would hurt me to do that."

"Wow. You better not babysit much. She figures that out and you'll have a spoiled child on your hands...." I laughed and he chuckled with me. Then he shoved an entire hot dog in his mouth. "You guys are so disgusting." I shook my head and went to sit between Jacob and Leah.

Jacob quickly moved me to sit in his lap. I arched an eyebrow, but didn't object. "Who's that?" I asked nodding toward the girl sitting with Jared on the other side of the fire.

"Kim. They've been in class together for ages, and he'd never really thought about her. Then, after he phases the first time, and pow, imprint."

"How do you know he never thought about her?"

"Shared mind, remember."

"Oh, right." I watched the two of them more closely now. The way Jared gazed on her was adoring. There really was no one else in the world as far as he was concerned. Just like Quil thought of Claire now. It was almost scary. They didn't really choose at all. My attention was diverted by Billy moving closer to the fire, the center of our ring.

"I've been waiting for this forever," Leah whispered to me. "I haven't heard these stories since I was a kid. And I'm pretty sure there are some I've never heard at all."

"Really?" I started to wonder if I should be here. I was neither wolf nor imprint. Jacob snuggled me tighter into his chest and I knew his opinion.

Everyone seemed to move to the edges of their seats. Emily even pulled out a pen and notebook to take notes. I wondered if I should have done the same. Jacob kissed the top of my head and I looked to Leah who had sat back and closed her eyes, a serene look came over her features and I was sure she was ready to receive anything and everything the elders were about to give her.

Billy's voice was changed. It wasn't the simple husky humor with which he spoke so often. It was heavy with history and magic. He spoke of the Quileute tribe and the magic in their blood. The magic I had seen first-hand. The first story was that of Kaheleha, the first Spirit Chief who led his warriors out of their bodies to defend their land.

Even without bodies the Quileutes found a way to fight. They used the wind and the animals, particularly the domestic animals of their enemies to frighten their enemies from their shores. Finally, they were able to find other small tribes, the Hoh and Makah, with which to ally.

Next came the story of Taha Aki, the last of the Spirit Chiefs. I was still trying to imagine existing without a body when Billy told of Utlapa, who would use their ability to increase the tribe's, but mostly his own power. The idea of killing one's own body to steal another. It was so repulsive, so evil, I reacted with the others the next time Utlapa's name was uttered. I was so engrossed in the story I felt the impotence of Taha Aki as Utlapa did unheard of things; I felt grief with him when he killed one of his fellow warriors; I felt relief when he shared the body of the wolf. I gasped when Taha Aki, still in the wolf's body, became a man. I bounced on Jacob's lap with excitement when he stopped the traitor. Jacob chuckled and kissed my cheek.

It was then that I came back to the circle around me and realized these were descendants of Taha Aki. I also remembered that Sam was counted among the elders now, he was the chief. And Jacob could take his place, his rightful place. I suddenly understood why he hadn't. Only sixteen and chief of a tribe? Of course Sam was only a few years older.

I listened to the boys jab each other about their coats and what they represented. I just remembered how beautiful they all were. Well, the ones I'd seen, Leah, Seth, Jacob, Embry, Quil.

When Billy began the telling again it was of the sons of Taha Aki, the ones who chose to transform and the ones that didn't. The ones that did, didn't age. Jacob wouldn't age either? I was the only one who would grow old. Edward and Jacob would both be young and beautiful years after I was wrinkled and grey. I looked to old Quil who was rising to continue the story. I saw myself as Gran again, surrounded by my young friends and loves. Could I do it? Was I strong enough for that? Would eternal youth be better? Even if it meant shunning everyone in this circle?

Quil was starting the story of the third wife and I shivered at the Makah girls taken and the description of the vampire who killed them. I felt tears in my eyes at Yaha Uta watching his brother torn apart in the vampire's hands. The vampire trying to reassemble himself made my stomach twinge. Even though I knew I relied on this ability to protect the vampires I loved, the image of a hand reaching for an arm made me sick.

Jacob tried to soothe me, especially when I gasped at the bag Billy pulled from around his neck. "I'll never let them touch you, Bella," he whispered. I reminded myself that I had a protector, more than one. I reached out and squeezed Leah's hand. She smiled and chuckled at my reactions.

I curled into Jacob, wanting him to protect me from the Cold Woman old Quil described. My heart ached for the third wife, watching her son die at the hands of this fiend and then her husband fighting alone. I pictured Jacob fighting Victoria, of course he would never fight her alone, but I didn't doubt I would follow the third wife's example to try to save the one I loved.

When the story turned to Ephraim Black, I turned to look into Jacob's eyes and he met my gaze with intent. He would stay true to his grandfather's treaty. He wouldn't risk his pack for the Cullens. When the boys' exchanges broke the magic again Jacob kissed me and I held tightly to him. Wanting him to keep me safe; wanting to be able to keep him safe.

Then I leapt from him to hug Leah. "Thank you."

"Wha?" she had closed her eyes again and not come out of her trance until I startled her.

"You saw her come for me, just like Taha Aki's sons."

"It wasn't quite that conscious, Bella." She laughed at me. "Just something in the blood. Makes us all stupid, I guess." I heard Jacob and Seth chuckle with her.

We lingered around the fire until I was asleep where I sat. Jacob slung me onto his back and I chuckled as I woke enough to notice. "What? Seth can't carry me?" I moaned.

"I totally could."

"Nah, you'd get him too hot and bothered. He wolf on you for sure," Jacob jibed.

I heard Leah snort and Seth's indignant, "I would not!" I fell back to sleep and barely woke enough to pull off my jeans after I was laid down in Leah's room.

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