A/N: I do not own Twilight. Anyways, I'm here, trying once again. My writing style might have changed considering I'm not in the "Meyer mood." Oh well…this is me, sitting with my mom in ICU at the hospital trying to continue this thing.

BPOV

"What did Alice want?"

"She's made some plans for the six of us tonight."

Normally, that would sound good, but this is Alice we're talking about. Her plans are probably going to involve me wearing some contraption of an outfit. I hope it's comfortable…

The drive to Edward's house was peaceful. It had just started to rain, as usual, and the sweet smell of the greenery was once again dancing through the air. In the beginning, the vast greenery was a little overwhelming, but now I have learned to enjoy what nature has to offer.

I felt Edward's fingers lace through mine, warming them up. I looked over and gave him the warmest smile possible, just to show how content I was with our current situation. No matter what's going on, I always feel comfortable with Edward. I guess nature has more than one beauty to offer.

"Bella? How do you feel about camping?" Edward tentatively asked.

I shyly looked around, avoiding eye contact. I had never been one for the out doors. I mean, I love the scenery, but I don't think it enjoys me quite as much. "Well, I've never really been." I gave him a quick smile, knowing that eventually he was going to find out the extent of my clumsiness.

"Really? I figured Charlie might have taken you one summer when you came to visit."

I laughed. "Charlie always said that he wasn't afraid of a bear finding us, he was afraid of me finding the bear." I remembered the fond memories Charlie and I shared, him teasing me about my affinity to get into sticky situations.

"Oh really?" Edward laughed at my memory as well. "I can image Charlie saying something like that." He reaching over and gave my leg a squeeze before reclaiming my hand. He worked small circles into the back of my hand for the rest of the drive to his house, probably sensing my slight nervousness about the whole camping ordeal.

Pulling up into his driveway I noticed a rather large jeep parked in front of the garage. The jeep seemed to be piled high with camping gear and equipment, equipment I knew I shouldn't go around knowing that I would either break it, or it would break me.

Rosalie stepped out of the garage and headed towards the jeep, popping the hood. At first I noticed the grease smeared on her face, chest, arms, and legs, but then I noticed how good it looked on her. I shook my head, knowing that I would never be pretty enough to pull off the sexy car mechanic in a tank and short shorts.

My unhappy thoughts soon disappeared when Edward grabbed my chin with his hand and turned my face towards him. I looked into his eyes as long as possible, relishing the way they looked at me. Occasionally they would glance down at my lips and nose, but they never left my eyes for more than a second. The fire inside my body started to burn. It was as if his eyes were the cause for everything. I could feel the warmth start in my stomach and slowly spreading out, first to my legs and chest, then my arms, and finally my face. I'm sure, by the look on Edward's face, that I was blushing, but I didn't care. I edged closer to him and touched the tip of my nose to his. His eyes closed at the ever so slight contact and curled his lips. My heart fluttered at the intimate, yet innocent contact we shared. I started to nuzzle against his face. His sigh of contentment finally made my body burst into flames. My lips made contact with his face as quickly as possible. I kissed him everywhere, on the cheeks, the nose, his forehead, his chin…I was spiraling out of control, but had no plans of ever slowing down. I stopped my attack only long enough to entangle my hands in his hair and smile. Our lips crashed together and fell into a hurried, yet sensual rhythm. He licked my lips with his warm tongue, causing my mouth to fall open and devour his sweet taste. We both started to pant and become frantic. I couldn't stop touching him. If I did, the fire would disappear, and right now that fire that Edward stirred in me was the best feeling I had ever had. The feeling of being wanted, desired, coveted…I never wanted our passion to end.

Realizing we might be potentially making a scene, we slowed down. He began to sooth me by softly stroking my face. Soon, he had me feeling just about the consistency of jelly and I just propped my head up upon his to slow my own breathing.

He caught my gaze and started softly shaking his head, "You are…amazing. I can't tell you how alive you make me feel. Bella, you make me the happiest man on earth, did you know that?" He pinched my chin and playfully licked my nose.

I sucked in my breath when the wave of heat flashed through my body. "I feel the same Edward. I find it increasingly harder to leave every time we part." I stared deep into his eyes, willing him to see how true my words were.

"That's why I want you to come camping with us." He smiled slyly. "We could even share a tent…" My eyes widened in a mixture of shock and lust.

"Well then, when do we leave?" I asked enthusiastically, giving him a wink.

"Hellooo," a little voice behind me said, quickly followed by a rapping on the car window. I jumped in my seat, startled by the small figure standing behind me. Regaining my breath I noticed it was Alice. I narrowed my eyes. She laughed in response. "Come on silly! We have to hurry up and finish packing. I have a feeling that this weekend is going to be one of a kind!"

MPOV Boise, ID

We had been traveling in the company of James, Laurent and Victoria for the past week, slowly making our way far north. The north was nothing like the south, vampire-wise that is. We hardly caught the scent of a vampire in the past few days, whereas we picked up the smell of at least one once a day in the south. Laurent and Nettie quickly took a liking to each other and became mates. At first I figured this was just another one of Nettie's flippant excursions, but I leaned quickly Laurent was different. His personality completely captured her to where she was basically wrapped around his finger. But that wasn't to say she lost her head completely, I made sure of that, reminding her of our mission in the long run.

James, whom I found out was mated to Victoria, is a companionable ally. Once we shared our plan and purpose with the trio, James and Laurent were quickly on board, leaving Victoria to be the cautious one. I believe James is the only reason she is sticking around, and begrudgingly at that. If it weren't for James, I would have no problem disposing of Victoria myself. Her gaze never stopped piercing me, watching my every move. Her eyes are blood red like the rest of ours, but somehow hers are different, more vile and dangerous. A deeper, carnal, violent pair of eyes have never laid sight upon me until now. James, though, seems completely oblivious to her actions. He and I occasionally talk about the future and the plan to build an army up north, ultimately to crush Benito and his band of demons.

"Ready for dessert?" James raised his brows to see if I was up to the invitation. Typically, after meals, I enjoy going out in the forest and hunting the hunters. I typically go for the fox, simply because it is the only animal blood I can stand. The flavor of a fox is more gamey than that of a human, yet it has a slight minty tang as well, so it is treated as dessert.

"Sure! But when we get back we better keep on moving. I want to be farther north by the weekend." I got up and started off into the forest, letting James follow comfortably behind me.

"Maria? Have you made your decision on where you want to go?" James asked me right before I caught the sweet aroma of my dear friend Mr. Fox.

Ignoring him completely, I focused in on a nearby fallen tree. Inside the log, I could see the red face staring out at me, whether it was in anger or fear, I didn't know, nor did I care. I circled the log a few times to get the heart rate of the tiny animal up. I found that when the creature is scared, it tastes better, sweeter, irresistible. When I'd had enough, I finally dove for the opening and grabbed the creature by the neck, making my attack quick and painless.

Once done, I looked up at James and licked my lips to savor the remaining taste. "I was thinking Washington."

A/N: Ok, personally, I don't really like writing about the hunting process. It was a little weird and I felt sooo bad for the poor fox L But I thought I'd give it a try anyways.