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"What the hell are you doing here?" I demanded, taking a step back to the door.

Tim then zipped downstairs and was behind me in an instant. I whipped my head around. The air was thick and it was hard to breathe. Tim was here. Tim was back. And from the looks of it, Tim was here to stay.

"I came to check up on my baby girl," he whispered in my ear, his sickly sweet scent hitting my neck. I shivered, and he took a strand of my hair and twirled it gently.

"I am not your baby girl anymore." I felt my whole body tense and heat up with anger. "Do you not forget that horrid breakup we had two years ago?"

"I do, I do. And after my transformation, I thought, 'Who is she to think she can up and move and leave? I'm not done with her.'" He chuckled in his sadism, and my fists clenched beside me.

"How did you find me?" I slapped his hand away, and he responded by wrapping his arms around me with bone-crushing strength. I stood completely still.

"Does that really matter?" He asked. "I'm here to reclaim you. You are mine once more."

"I am NOT yours!" I screamed, panic arising in my chest.

"Yes you are." He growled, his fanciful voice raising another octave. He was getting angry. "And there is nothing your precious Jacob can do about it."

"How do you know about Jake? LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!" At this I started beating on his chest with my fists—he grabbed both of them with one hand. He slapped me with the other, and my face contorted in retaliation.

Tim didn't seem to like—nor understand—why my face contorted. Any normal person would have simply understood that the contact with my face hurt, therefore the contorting was a subconscious reaction.

Except that the contact did not hurt physically—but it hurt something much more valuable, something that wasn't exactly intact in the first place…my sanity.

Sure, my sanity was hurt all those years ago when he hit me. With each strike, punch, slap, smothering, burning, kick, or anything at all he delivered to me, I lost it less and less and it hurt more and more. But I was different now. Old Cammie would've simply taken it—not flinched at all, not said a word, and would've done whatever Tim wanted. This was not old Cammie. This was new Cammie. New Cammie had had many new experiences. Cammie of now was supernatural—and just a wee bit stronger than he remembered.

Tim obviously saw this as well…and it frightened him. Tim had never been one for change.

He had a determined look in his eyes. I couldn't place my finger on it…but he was definitely determined.

I took in my surroundings and had a mental compilation in my head. This could very well be living, breathing moment.

Everything that had happened in my time in La Push zoomed through my mind. Jake. The pack. Alice.

Alice could no longer see me in her visions. I was a wolf now, so there was no way she couldn't predict this.

Edward was in Denali at the moment, according to a text Alice sent me, and the rest of the Cullens were with him. They were visiting someone called Tanya, and should return within a week.

The pack was off doing God knows what—and I swallowed hard. I hoped they were okay.

If I was going to die, I had to leave something for them. A necklace, a letter, something, anything.

"You're going to kill me, aren't you?" I whispered.

Tim smiled his sickly sweet smile. "Possibly. It really all depends on how I feel later."

I bit my tongue so hard that it nearly started bleeding to keep from visibly seething and angering him further.

He continued, "However, you are coming back with me. So we can do this the easy way, and you can gather your things and leave willingly, or I can force you out."

I swallowed. "I'll go get my things."

"Don't take too many things," he demanded. "They might try to follow your scent."

I said nothing but continued upstairs.

In a quick pace, I found one of my favorite necklaces, my shark tooth necklace I got in Houston and have had since I was a little girl. I found my other favorite; my diamond "C" pendant—then I boxed it up and addressed it to Alice. I grabbed a piece of my signature royal purple paper, I grabbed a silver pen and began scrawling a note in my uber-girly handwriting.

Dear Jacob,

Jake. I'm okay. Right now I'm okay. I have to go, I have to get out of here. I'm not hurt, I'm fine. I'm trying to dillydally as much as possible, hoping for once in my God damned life that I catch a break, and you get here to stop this…

But in case if that doesn't work, I'm leaving you my shark tooth necklace. This necklace is very important to me. My dad gave it to me back in the old days…

Do you know why I chose this specific necklace, Jake? In most old cultures, like back in the days where we Native Americans were prominent and the only ones of this land, warriors would use these as medals—a sign of strength.

The shark tooth symbolizes male strength, potency, and a proud display of masculinity.

I want you to stay strong without me here, Jake. I want you to keep holding on. I don't want you to give up on me. I pray to the dear Lord that one day, hopefully soon, we will be reunited, and eventually we can be together with no issues.

Until then, my dear Jake, during those nights when you miss me, you want to give up and feel like you can't go on, I want you to touch the necklace—and search for the moon.

I've always been told that I am in a way like the moon. Beautiful, scarred, yet still wise and majestic, and shining on for those around her…

Look up at the sky Jake, and search for the moon. I'll be looking too, Jake. We'll both be under the same moon—and I'll be shining brighter and brighter until we are together again.

Cammie

I boxed up the necklace and attached the note. I left both of those things on the bed, only gathering a few clothes, and then getting in the car with Tim.

I watched as La Push rolled past me, me struggling to contain my sobs and my tears.

The sun was setting now, and the moon was arising in the distance.

Search for the moon, Jake…search for the moon.