Hey Everyone!

Okay so I know I've been rejecting this story, but my other story (Damned Saint) needed babying. After all, it is just a measly 9 chapters. BUT I am here now to fill your needs and wash away your frustration…for the most part.

This chapter is long. I felt bad that I haven't updated in a long time, so I hope this is worth the wait!

It's a SERIOUS chapter…

Enjoy!

P.S. Stephenie Meyer wrote Twilight, I didn't.

Bella POV

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Honest, let's make, this night last forever – First Date by Blink 182

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He was coming after me.

My shoes were covered in dirt. Dirt and something else I didn't dare to try to figure out. My yellow sweater clung to me because of the liquidly substance. It was tainted red. Splashes of blood disturbed the sunny yellow cotton sweater, the charred and ripped jeans, and my pale and milky skin. Was it my blood? I couldn't tell you. But the blood near my shoulder was my own, I'm sure of that, since my shoulder ripped in the exact area Laurent managed to damage. The pain existed, but I had to ignore it, because if I didn't ignore it, I would have stop running and tended to my wounds, which would have been the end of me. My face was a mask of horror, bloodshot eyes with smeared mascara with the left side of my face covered in blood.

The vampire got to them first.

The last image I had of Angela was her body contorted in a gruesome way. The vampire threw her through a bathroom door I was unfamiliar with. Her body was limp against the broken mirror. Blood trickled down her face.

Faith got it the worst. The vampire flung her through French doors that were foreign to me. A railing was in the way, but her body flew over it. She hit the ground with a thud, and I prayed she was still alive.

I was at the bedroom door. My hands were shaking. The vampire's back was to me, facing the French doors.

"Run," was all he said.

I bolted out of the house as fast as I could, seeing the La Push scenery in front of me. The vampire wanted a chase. He enjoyed the chase, craved it even. That's why he let me go. I screamed in my head that I wouldn't fall. I didn't need to fall right now. The girls needed me, and I needed Jake.

Heaving in and out while having my lungs burn, I kept running. No, I sprinted towards Jake's home. Why wasn't Jake protecting us?! Or Embry?! Or even Paul for Pete's sake!!

Knowing my equilibrium was too good to be true, I tumbled. Landing on my shoulder, I cried out in agony. It was torn up, and extremely bad. This is why I ignored the pain, it was too awful to bear. Feeling the air bubble in my throat, fresh tears trickled to the soil. I can't even defend myself.

"Mmm, just how I like them, cut and prepared." He chanted to himself.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his hand. A birthmark in the shape of a star was etched onto the pale skin of the vampire.

I turned my head to see who it was.

But all I saw was wood.

The wood of my roof. Of my bedroom.

I lifted myself up to a sitting position. Ever since stupid Victoria came, the nightmares came back. Only, no one knew about them. Because I've been silent in my sleep. Dead silent. I don't even move. The position I just moved out of was the position I fell asleep in. The only negative thing about it is the choking on air. It makes the dreams worse. I could use this to my advantage, the whole silent nightmare thing. Jacob had enough to worry about; he didn't need to worry about my screeching nightmares too.

Jacob, I looked over to see he left while I was sleeping. I felt a breeze, and looked over to where it was coming from. It was the window, with half of it open; a note taped to the window as well.

I quickly got up, finally appreciating the feeling of the cool breeze against my calves. It was a nice, crisp morning. Or afternoon. One of those mornings/afternoons where you could sit outside for just five minutes because the temperature is just right and the air smells like a winter evening. Reaching the window, my arm jutted out of Jacob's sweater, and I read his note.

Bells,

Don't fret. Sam called a meeting.

Be back before you know it. Sorry if I don't come in.

You look pretty hot with that sex hair…no pun intended.

Kidding!

-J

I blushed. I was thisclose to losing my virginity last night. It was a good night, and Jacob just had the sudden urge to go wolf man on me. Well, I can't blame him. I just 'happened' to be in the mood. Okay, I was already in the mood. But I will admit; we spent several hours 'investigating' each other.

I heard the doorbell ring. Perfect timing…

"Coming!" I shouted as I made my way down. I looked through the peephole of the door.

One tall Angela with one small…suitcase?

Confused, I opened the door. Angela was standing there with a smile on her face. She was holding a tote bag close to her body. I knew she was paranoid of anything snatching it away from her. Lately she's been keeping her bag close to her, freaking about the whole Victoria thing quietly. I looked over to the suitcase. It had legs. With baby blue converses. I looked at Angela in a motherly way, and she raised her hands, "She says she got it. Didn't want me to help."

"Because I don't need your help. I'm small but I'm not incapable of picking up large things."

Faith walked through the door, still holding the large suitcase. She truly didn't look like she was struggling.

Angela raised an eyebrow, "Clearly we've established that."

I gasped with a wide mouth, "Oh my God! Angela! Did you just make a sexual reference?!"

Angela blushed a deep shade of red, and Faith laughed.

"She's getting a lot of action lately."

My eyes went wide. Obviously I knew she was getting some action…but not to the point where Angela would make a sexual reference.

Angela stuttered out, "Don't look so surprised, Bella. We overheard Jacob mentioning something to Jared about third base."

I stuffed my head in my hands. I could never get some privacy. All of us could never get privacy, no matter how hard we tried.

Faith smiled, "Forget about it. We're young adults. Hormones are shooting everywhere," she laughed, "but Angela, keep in mind that I'm a virgin. Not saying you're not one, but my virginity…never mind," she moved her hand on top of the suitcase, "now we have to get you ready."

I furrowed, "Get ready for what?"

Faith rolled her eyes, "Your double date silly!"

I looked at the calendar. Is it really April 2nd?

Faith was now holding a hair straighter and curling iron in one hand, while draping a make-up bag over the other arm.

Oh no, "Faith, so help me Lord, if you touch me with any of that, I will smack you silly."

She rolled her eyes, "Bite me. Now come on, I wouldn't hurt you on purpose."

She barked at Angela, "You too."

For the next several hours, Faith was primping here, and tucking there. She did Angela first, knowing that if I went first I would probably screw up my makeup by the time Jacob would come pick me up. And for that I was grateful. I still had to have what was left of my freedom before I was chained to the torture chamber that was the bathroom. I changed into a tank-top and a comfy pair of jeans and curled up to Sandra Brown's A Kiss Remembered, getting lost in the way Grant Chapman swept Shelly Robins off her feet by just a mere foot rub. A few hours later, Faith plucked me from my oblivion, and tied me to the chair, metaphorically speaking. She started off with my hair. Angela's hair was completely straight, causing her long hair to be longer. I envied the way it shone and flowed carelessly. Faith thought she should curl my hair, so I let her. What could she do that would be any different? With a sigh, I looked at my finger nails, hiding my smile. Yes, I really didn't like that I was being taken care of, but on the inside, I was feeling warm and giddy. I was Bella Barbie again. I started jumping in my seat quietly.

Faith noticed.

"What's up with you Bella? Going to go meet Taylor Lautner?" (A/N: I couldn't help myself.)

I snorted, "Like that's ever going to happen."

Angela was sitting on the side of the tub, involved in her own book, a collection of short stories, which left Faith and I having a conversation of our own. She stood in front of the mirror, blocking my view of whatever she was doing.

"Come on, spill."

I sighed, "You remind me of my old friend."

"Which is?"

I smiled at her name, "Alice Cullen."

She grinned, "She sounds pretty. What does she look like?"

"Like a pixie."

She burst into laughter, "Oh Lord! I'm a fairy, she's a pixie. We totally would get along."

I joined in her laughter. Her nickname, which is Fairy, was dubbed by no other than Embry. Apparently, Faith has amazing balance and is 'dainty' like a fairy.

After a while, she asked, "How do I remind you of her?"

I thought back to Alice, "Well, she always wanted to do my hair and makeup, and she wouldn't take no for an answer," she laughed with her mouth shut, "she's short, like you," she hit me with the blush brush, "I meant it in a good way! Anyways, she was head strong. And she was like my big sister. Kind of like you, only you're my little sister."

She stopped applying the lip gloss for a second. Her eyes met mine.

She's always wanted a big sister.

She bit her lip, "What happened to her?"

The part I was dreading the most.

I sighed, "She's the sister of my ex-boyfriend. Their father got a job in L.A., so they moved there," before I knew it, I said it out loud, "he broke up with me the minute he left the city."

She gasped, "What a dick."

I frowned, getting deeper into the story, "Tell me about it. Not only did he take our relationship, but he took my best friend. And my sister. But most of all, he took away the glow in my eyes."

She added the finishing touches to my face, "Well, you've got nothing to worry about," she moved away from the mirror, and I almost died.

The girl who was looking back at her was not me. The hair that came out of the girl's head flowed effortlessly in soft curls, bouncing off her shoulders, and cascading down her body. They were so perfect, and yet, it looked so natural. The shiner added to her mahogany hair only made her look damn fine. Her fuller top lip became unnoticed and even with her bottom lip, because the shade of her lip gloss was perfect, you barley even noticed the flaw. Her cheekbones had been highlighted with blush and pale powder, making her seem extremely fierce. Her milky skin seemed as if she touched something it would turn into silk. Encased in big, thick, black lashes, her eyes no longer had the colour of a chestnut. They were golden brown. A lovely shade of golden brown, due to the fact that the mascara enhanced the look of her eyes.

The girl looked better than a vampire. She was a goddess.

I look like a goddess!

Alice could have never made me look this good.

She put her hands on my shoulders, "He can't take away your best friend because Angela will always be here. He can't take away your sister because I'm link to you forever, no matter what. He can't take away your relationship because he has no say in your relationship with Jacob," she leaned in so our heads were the same level, facing the mirror, "and sweetheart, now I don't know for sure, but it looks like taking away the glow in your eyes was the one thing he couldn't do. Jacob just…reignited the flame."

"What flame?"

Angela had looked up from her book, her ears finally tuning into the conversation.

I turned to her, and her mouth remained frozen. Her hands became numb, and the book fell from her hands, onto her lap.

"Bella…you look…stunning."

I smiled, "Thanks Ang."

I heard Faith gasp, "Shit! The guys are coming in fifteen minutes! Come on, get in your dresses."

Angela and I exchanged glances. We both thought the same thing.

Faith left the washroom, "Like, now!"

Angela spoke up, "Faith. Come with us."

I heard her laugh from my room, "Really Angela, how much pot have you been smoking?"

"I'm serious."

She walked back into the bathroom, with Angela's lilac dress and my red dress hanging over her forearms with her fingers dangling our shoes. In the other hand was our jewellery, in our own little boxes. I didn't tell her where our things were.

I started saying, "How did you-"

"Look girlies," she cut me off, "it's not like I don't want to come. But…I've got…plans with someone."

I smiled, "Trying to make Paul a father?"

She exhaled nervously, running a finger through her hair, "You had to make it obvious?"

My jaw hit the floor.

"Oh my God. You were gonna…"

She nodded.

Angela stood up, threatening the spine of the book to break and ruin Edgar Allan Poe's work.

"Tonight?!"

She hugged herself with a slight blush, "Well, Paul's been busy a lot; I decided that no interruptions would happen tonight. And every time we see each other, his hand is on my lower back, and before I know it we're topless on the kitchen counter. I just want to get it over and done with because this sexual frustration is killing me."

I cringed, "Too much info, Faith. And besides, you said it yourself, hormones are shooting everywhere. No worries."

She smiled, "Thanks Bella."

Angela put a hand on her upper arm, "Stay safe. Please, whatever you do, glove his love."

She nodded.

I gasped, realizing a thought, "Does Paul know? Or are you going to seduce him?"

She stayed silent.

Angela and I exchanged glances. Then she said, "Red or black lace?"

She blushed deeper, "Guys, come on! Enough! Please?"

I laughed, "Okay. We'll shut up."

For a while we were quiet, but I heard Angela say,

"Are you gonna wear a thong or boy shorts?"

"Ang!" Faith screamed.

She put her hands up, "What? I'm serious!"

She bit her lip trying to hide her laugh, "Boy shorts. And, to answer your previous question, neither."

We stared at her.

She recovered, "Paul's favorite colour is baby blue. Why do you think I wear baby blue converses?!"

We were laughing so hard, we barely heard the door open.

Faith said in a hushed tone, "Get ready! Quickly now!"

After she chucked our stuff at us, she ran down the stairs.

As quickly as I could, my tank top and jeans came off, and the red satin dress came on. I snuggled it on my body. I strapped on my heels, praying that the past two weeks of practicing my walking in them would pay off, clipped in my earrings, and made my way out of the bathroom. Angela was right beside me. She looked absolutely gorgeous with her pin straight hair and flawless makeup. Faith may be odd, but no matter what, that girl was a miracle worker.

We both made our way down the stairs. When I reached the last step, my eyes met Jacob's body.

He was wearing a suit. A full on tailored suit. With a white shirt and tie. From head to toe he was ravishing. His short hair was blown to the side. My Jacob smile was plastered on his face, and I almost died. He moved his way towards me. When we met with each other, I could actually reach his mouth without his whole head ducking down to kiss me.

He whispered, "You look amazing, Bells. Wear those heels everywhere?"

I laughed, "I'll try."

Faith nodded, "I'll leave you lovebirds alone. See you guys."

"Bye Fairy!" Jacob and Embry said in unison.

"Bye Faith," Angela said with a blowing kiss.

"See ya, sis."

She smiled, "Bye Bells. Make this night last forever."

My heart melted with sisterly love. Yes, I would make this night last forever…or for as long as I can.

Jacob looked at me then, "Sister?"

I rolled my eyes, "Long story."

"O…kay," he stated, "anyways, we should get going. Don't want to be late."

I grabbed Jake's hand, and lead him after Embry and Angela. We started making our way towards the truck, but Embry and Angela were already in the truck, which left no room for us.

"Jake?"

He laughed, "Relax Bells, we're not taking the truck."

I loved Jacob's mind reading abilities, "We're not?"

He smiled, "Nope."

I licked my bottom lip, "But then…how are we getting to the restaurant?"

He put his hand on my waist as the truck pulled out, "You'll see."

I groaned, "Jake-"

"Not yet, Bells."

I huffed facing him, "Well, what the hell are we supposed to drive in to get to where the hell we're going? Because I am not hopping on your back when you're in wolf form to get to some secluded area where you can have your way with me-"

His index finger was pushed on my lips, waiting for me to shut up.

"Done?"

I nodded.

He moved his finger, "I didn't say Embry and I came in the same car."

My eyebrow rose.

I looked over to the driveway, and there it was in all its glory. The Volkswagen Rabbit was practically floating on my driveway. The rusted shade of red was no longer. Instead, it was a sleek, glossy black that disappeared into the night. The wheels were much larger in size, and it was shining. Chrome? Its small shape didn't exist anymore. The car was now big, and it had chrome along the grill. It was much larger than a two door. It was a four door.

It wasn't the Rabbit.

"Jake…what happened to the Rabbit?"

He smiled my Jacob smile, "Faith's brother collects cars. A lot of cars. He needed a Rabbit, and he was willing to trade any of his cars that weren't his favorite. So, I picked this one."

My car speech still sucks, but I knew that this was Jake's dream car. He talked about it all the time and showed me pictures. He was saving up all the money he had to buy this car.

A 1972 Ford Mustang.

I had to ask, "Jake, what about the Rabbit? I thought you loved it. It had sentimental value."

He squeezed my hand, "Yea, well, this one will have sentimental value."

The second part of the sentence was seductive.

I rolled my eyes as I pulled him to the car, "I am not losing my virginity in the back seat of a Mustang."

Jacob looked at me from over the car like I was crazy.

"What?" I said as I slid into the passenger seat and shut the door.

He got into the car ranting, "You're seriously screwed up in the head Bells. It's a Mustang. A fricken Mustang! One of the sexiest cars on the planet, and you're telling me you don't want to lose your virginity in the back seat?"

I eyeballed him as he pulled out of the driveway, "Do you?"

He raised both of his eyebrows, "Hell yea."

I blushed, "I'd rather not, Jake."

He sighed, "Fine, Bells. You win."

I grinned.

"We'll do it on top of the cliffs. Now that's romantic," he added with a wink

My jaw dropped, "Jake!"

"Aye! You either get the back seat of the Mustang, or the beauty of nature."

He challenged me with his damn grin I love.

My answer was short, "I'll just say celibate."

He clutched his chest, "Ouch, Bells. That hurt."

My neck ducked to the side, "My way or the highway, buddy."

He huffed, "Fine. You won't lose your virtue tonight."

I laughed.

It was a content silence after that, and a few times we'd chit-chat about small things. We past the sign leaving Forks, and entered the sign inviting us into Port Angeles.

"Bells, do you know this is our first official date?"

I looked at him, "No, it isn't. What about the Christmas Dance?"

"We weren't dating at the time, Bells."

He has a point.

"So actually, this is, technically, our first date."

I smiled, repeating the words Faith told me, "We'll make this night last forever, Jake."

He smiled and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

After a while, Jacob asked me a question that didn't cross my mind, "Bells, what are you gonna do after high school?"

To tell the truth, I didn't know. The only reason I was supposed to go to college was because Edward said I had to if I wanted to be with him. I, personally, did not want to go to college. I wanted to stay in Forks, and probably start a small business. I didn't know what business I was going to have. I just started to name stuff off the top of my head out loud,

"I don't know Jake. I'll probably open up a small…," I looked out the window and saw the first shop, "bookstore," the more I thought about it, the more I liked it, "Yea. A small bookstore. There isn't one in La Push, and you'd have to go all the way down to Port Angeles to get a book, which is ridiculous. I won't start right away; maybe I'll wait a year or two."

He looked out the windshield, clearly disturbed at the thought I wasn't getting an education. "You don't want to go to college?"

I thought about my answer, "Well, I do Jake. But right now, the idea of college just keeps bringing up…Edward."

He looked at me then with curiosity, "How?"

"He forced me into getting an education. Basically the only way I could be with him is if I went to college. I only want to go back to school if I feel like it. But the idea of it right now makes me angry."

He pulled me towards him and slung an arm over me, "I'm sorry I asked, Bells. You're bookstore is a great idea, and it's going to be kick-ass."

I smiled against him. He added, "Just don't give up on going back to school. I don't want you to depend on me."

It kind of hurt, but I knew he meant good, "What do you mean?"

His eyes met mine, "I don't want to turn into the lee- Edward, Bells."

My mouth opened in shock.

He continued, "After he left you Bells, you were wrecked. Your whole life was gone because Edward became your life, because you depended on him being there. All your interests and everything you did were surrounded around him. I don't know what the future holds for me, but I want to know if I'm suddenly gone, you'll be able to stand on your feet, and walk with your head held high."

I almost cried at what Jacob said. Edward never said those words to me. He never thought about what I wanted. Yes, they both would think what was best for me, but Jacob made it in a way that it would be what I wanted, but it was for my benefit.

I whispered against his shoulder, "Okay, Jake. I'll think about it."

Before I knew it, we pulled into the restaurant parking lot.

I gasped, "Jake! This is-"

"I know it's an expensive restaurant, but hey, I've got it covered."

I shook my head, "Jake, do you know what it's called?"

He hesitated, "Uhh… Lumière du Soleil?"

"Do you know what it means in English."

"Umm, no."

I smiled, "It means 'sunshine'," letting the words sink in.

He thought of it for a second, and then smiled. I knew he remembered back to the time where Laurent attacked be, and I ended up in the hospital. The conversation we had, I mean. I told him he was my sunshine, banishing the darkness all around me.

The most perfect restaurant for us.

He unclipped his seatbelt, "Let's go, beautiful."

I opened the door for the passenger side, and suddenly Jake's hand was extended towards me.

I slightly jumped, then smiled, "Don't do that to me next time, Jake."

He shrugged his shoulders, "I'll try."

I linked my arm around his elbow. He kept asking me questions.

"So how is it you're so good at French?"

"Elementary school and middle school French classes were mandatory in Phoenix."

He kissed my temple as we walked through the front door, "I'm glad. Now I'm truly surprised as to see what words will come out of your mouth when we're getting hot and heavy."

I bit my lip. He was right.

He kissed my cheek, "God, I love that blush."

My arm tightened around his as we walked up to the podium. The man at the podium was clearly French. He was balding at the top of his head, but had hair going around his head. A pointy moustache with a slight chinstrap was a dead giveaway. And he was called Jacques, the nametag stated.

"We're here with our friends," Jacob told Jacques.

"Pardon monsieur?"

Jacob looked confused.

I cut in the conversation, "Monsiuer, une table pour quatre personnes ont été demandées. Soit sous le nom «Black» ou «Call», peut-être?"

Jacob looked at me with new eyes.

Blushing, I waited for Jacques. He was muttering under her breath in a heavy accent, "Call, Call, Call, Qui a un nom de famille comme Call?"

I giggled as I waited. Jacob looked at me, and I winked, knowing he'd read my mind. Then he started to silently laugh.

Finally he raised his eyebrows, "Ah! Black! Par ici, monsieur et mademoiselle," he gestured with his arm to follow, grabbing two menus in the process.

We weaved in and out of stacks of tables. I'm surprised Jacob got a reservation. Clearly, Embry couldn't. Our waiter finally led us toward Embry and Angela, a square table that was beside an old couple, and beside the old couple was a very large table that had a reserved sign on it. Embry and Angela were waiting for us to come so that they could order. The waiter came again and I ordered for everyone, since Embry and Angela had a hard time telling the waiter the reservation. Angela and I were gettingthe Bouillabaisse, while the boys were getting the Coq au Vin.

Embry was at one side of the square, sitting beside Angela. I sat beside Angela on the other side, and Jacob sat beside Embry. I was the closest to the old couple, but was on a diagonal, giving me full view of the large table. There were waitresses running back and forth, towards and away from the table placing plates, napkins with intricate rings, fancy wine glasses, and amazing silverware.

I leaned into the table, "Is the Queen of England coming or something?"

Angela nudged me, "I heard it was a family dinner."

I laughed, "The family has to be as big as the pack, because there are way too many seats."

She rolled her eyes, "No. I mean two families having dinner. Some big business deal that going on in P.A."

I just nodded. No point in fighting.

There was modern music playing in the background. Song after song came, and they were pretty damn good. Until one song came on, and I just had to move in my seat.

Jacob had to ask, "What are you doing, Bells?"

I nudged to the speaker, "Listen."

He was tuning his ears, and then started to laugh and sing along. Or actually serenading me.

"Baby you're my everything, you're all I've ever wanted, we can do it real big, bigger than you've ever done it."

I smiled. Jake is such a romantic.

Drake's verse was coming up, so Angela said, "Oh man, Bella's solo is coming up."

I would have blushed and refused to say any of his words, but I was in my comfort zone, so I 'rapped' along, only changing the words.

"I know I got a roommate, I'll call you when there's no one there. Open up my window and I'll know that you'll be over here. I'll be waiting here, baby I'll be waiting here, You'll be hittin' all the spots that I don't even know is there."

He laughed along with Embry and Angela, clearly laughing at me.

But…I wasn't embarrassed.

"I ain't even have to ask twice, I could have your heart or we could share it like the last slice. Always felt like I was so accustom to the weird life, having boys thinkin' that I met them in the past life."

My rhymes were so whack, but Jacob was smiling. And that could brighten my day, any day.

I continued, changing it up even more.

"Jean shorts, sweatin' bad, chillin' with no shirt on, that's when you're beautiful, I know that you won't take it wrong. I don't even trip when Ang says I'm not bringin' Jake along, I know that you're 'working', you'll be there soon as you make it home."

My hands had both index fingers pointed up, and I was swaying them to the beat.

"And I am patient in your bedroom, never pay attention to the haters and what they assume. And until the boys prove it, you're the one they never get confused with."

I finished with an intake of air. Angela, Embry and Jake applauded my performance. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a large group of people sit at the reserved table, with chairs remaining. They were no one special.

"Wow, Fairy, I did not know you're the next Lil Wayne."

I rolled my eyes, "In my next life, buddy."

We started to bicker at each other for a while, laughing at the insults the boys were throwing each other, and the sexual remarks that Angela would pop in, making me laugh even harder. Jake's hand soon found mine. I looked over to him and smiled. This night was getting better and better. Finally, our food came, and they did not disappoint. My fish stock was huge, and so was Angela's. Jake's and Embry's chicken literally was overflowing of the plate. We started to focus on our own plate, until the stupid thought came across and I asked Jacob if he wanted to try my food. He did, and then started to sample it often. Embry was curious, so he tried Angela's food. His eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. Angela and I wanted revenge, so we tried to devour their meals too. It wasn't proper etiquette at all, but we had to deal with werewolves. At least they chewed with their mouths closed, and waited until the food made it down their throats without shoving another fork-full in. We can't win all fights.

I took myself back to see my friends and lover. This night should go on forever.

We were laughing about the time Embry's mom ran over his toe with the car by accident when the boys froze.

Their eyes locked on with each other. Embry was scared; Jacob was pissed.

I grabbed onto his arm. He was shaking.

"Jake!" I hissed, "What's wrong?"

He looked at me, "Vampire."

The fork left my hand and hit the plate.

"W-who is it?"

All he could do was nod to the door.

I looked, and regretted doing so.

Seven vampires with golden eyes. Also known as the Cullens.

Carlisle was at the podium, talking to Jacques with Esme on his arm. Rosalie was with Emmett behind Carlisle; Alice was hopping around with Jasper trying to calm him down.

And last, Edward, with his head hung to the ground.

At first, I thought the sight of him would have me freaking out and choking on air, but for some strange reason, I didn't. It wasn't because I was over him, which I was. It wasn't because he wasn't looking at me, which he wasn't.

It was because I was with Jacob. He was holding me together. No, he was standing by my side, and I had the responsibility to take care of him, and keep the peace

The door for the kitchen swung open. The kitchen door for leading outside was open behind it. A gust of wind came out of the outside door, and the kitchen door, into the restaurant. And it just 'happened' to past by my table, and lead to the Cullens.

They froze the second I saw Rosalie's hair sway the opposite way. They knew I was here.

Carlisle and Esme looked at me, and their mouths opened in shock. Emmett's eyes budged out of his head, while Jasper was trying to contain everyone's emotions, especially Alice's. Her face was filled with pride. Pride I didn't want. Pride I didn't need. Rosalie took one look at me, and then smiled. Truly smiled. I looked down at myself, and realized that she picked out the dress I was wearing now, and probably loved the way it looked on me.

My eyes met with Edward's face as I looked up again. He was still as perfect as the last time I saw him, which was in Port Angeles. His bronze hair moved everywhere, but it hung low today, with one strand touching the tip of his slender nose. His eyes were freshly golden. Of course, he had to feed before he went into a room full of people. His mouth parted in awe, taking in what he let go. Taking in what he didn't want.

Until now.

Suddenly, their eyes turned evil. Carlisle's face was stone, and Esme's was disappointment. Emmett looked like he was going to kill someone, and Jasper was still reeling with the emotions everyone was feeling, including his own. Alice looked like she was starting to cry, and Rosalie was sending death glares towards our table. Edward's eyes were…fire.

I looked back to Jake, and he was almost fuming.

Oh crap. Vampires hate werewolves. Werewolves hate vampires.

Wow, what a night.

I grabbed his arm, and gave him a stern look. His eyes pleaded. But I raised my eyebrow, almost testing me.

He sighed, "Fine. I'm not gonna kill him."

"Jake…" My voice was stern.

He caved, "Okay! Okay! I'm not going to kill them."

I smiled, "Thank you."

They moved to their table, which was the reserved table, and I was clearly aware of them staring at me. Risking a glance, I looked over to the table. On my side it was Rosalie, Emmett, Carlisle, and Esme. On the side facing me was Jasper, Alice, and Edward, who had full view of me with no abstractions. And vice-versa with me.

Asshole.

I tuned back into the conversation. Jacob pointed his fork to Embry, "You're on your own, pal."

Angela threw a croissant at him, "Embry's not killing anything. At least not on his own."

I couldn't help but chuckle at Angela. She threw a fricken croissant at Jake in a five star restaurant.

The waitress came in and scowled Angela in a heavy accent, "Miss, please do not throw ze food. Zis is fine French cuisine."

We were silent until she turned to corner, and then we burst into laughter.

I tried to contain myself, "Oh man, Ang. Idol of my life."

He popped her collar, "Aye, what can I say?"

I started to sing quietly to a tune constantly playing in my head.

Jacob smiled, "Damn Bells. You're voice is like angels. I swear you should start singing."

Angela picked at her food, picking it up, "She already does."

Shit. She had to mention it in front of Jacob? In front of Edward too?!

She stopped mid-bite. And looked at me apologetically.

"Bells?"

I looked at him.

"You wanna let me know?"

I sighed, "I do sing. Well, when I'm just bored."

"And the piano."

Edward stopped playing with his prop. His head didn't move, but I knew he was listening. I started believing that I could smack Angela with my mind. She did herself, with the back of her hand because the fork was in her palm.

"Crap Bella, didn't mean for it to come out."

I pointed my finger at her, "You best eat that food because if another word comes out your mouth I'll beat you with the whole basket of croissants."

She put her hand under her chin, just in case any food came out. Then she started to laugh.

I turned back to Jacob, whispering in his ear. Personally, I didn't care if Edward heard, but I still thought it should be private. You know what they say about eavesdroppers...

"I started learning for Edward when we were dating. I was going to give it as a surprise present for our first anniversary, but he...you know. Anyways, after he left, I didn't like playing it anymore until I saw the grand piano at Angela's."

He looked at me then, "Do you play it to remember him?" with a tone dripping with poison.

"I'm going to be brutally honest with Jake, yes, I did at first. But then, I thought of you. And how when I would sing songs you'd drift into my mind, and it just felt..."

I was going to say good, but that wouldn't be enough. I was going to say amazing, but that would give the satisfaction to Edward. I never used the word around him.

"It felt like..."

The Cullens leaned in. You couldn't tell, but they slowly stop what they were doing, becoming a giveaway.

"Like..."

Jacob was getting pissed. Edward was too.

Karma's a bitch, Edward.

"It felt like he never existed."

Jacob was slowing slipping into shock. Happy shock that is. Embry was grinning like an idiot.

I didn't dare even to look at Edward. He gets what he deserves.

Jacob suddenly froze. Embry didn't smile anymore. Angela put her hand to her chest.

"Bella."

The voice didn't come from my table.

I turned to face

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TRANSLATIONS 101:

Pardon monsieur? – Excuse me, sir?

Monsieur, une table pour quatre personnes ont été demandées. Soit sous le nom «Black» ou «Call», peut-être? – Sir, a reservation for four people has been requested. Either under the name "Black" or "Call" perhaps?

Call, Call, Call, Qui a un nom de famille comme Call? – Call, Call, Call, who has a last name like Call?

Ah! Black! Par ici, monsieur et mademoiselle – Ah! Black! This way, Sir and Miss.

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