Bloodtrance

Chapter Twenty-two

Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Meyer. I am not the author of the Twilight series. I own the plot of Bloodtrance and the new characters (like Karl..hee hee) and PLANET ALSTANIA (From Truelight)!

A/N: Hey y'all! Hope you enjoyed the last chapter, where I left you (again) on a cliff-hanger. Sorry about the wait, Costa Rica had my full attention :P Anyway enough with the commentary, I'll just get straight to it. Enjoy. :D

BPOV

Silence filled the room as my family and I stared over at Jacob in muted shock. It was as though death itself had entered, clutching greedily at my broken heart. Jacob. Jacob. Oh Jacob…

Jacob looked around at us, perplexed. Then he frowned, looking unimpressed. "Jeez, you all look happy to see me."

Then the room exploded. With a cry of anguish, Mom ran over and threw herself at her adopted son, burying her face into his shoulder as she shook with muffled sobs. Kate and Tanya wailed in unison and joined them in the embrace, clinging to Jacob's ragged clothes, as though terrified he would disappear into thin air. Finally, I glanced over at Dad. My heart froze. His face had gone as pale as snow, his lips slightly parted. I watched in horror as his skin went a terrifying shade of purple, then pink, then red, and he remained staring over at Jacob the whole time. He was furious. I had to stop him. I knew what he would do; he would demand that Jacob told them everything, the truth. Jacob would be forced to tell them everything. If he was what I believed he was, then my parents would be brought into the world I had been plunged into; the world of dangerous monsters.

Jacob laughed softly and rubbed Mom's back soothingly. He hadn't noticed Dad yet. Dad took a step forward, his fists clenching, then glanced over at me. His eyes were glistening, just as they had done with me. In a matter of days the both of us had wounded his heart. I felt a pang of guilt as I stared back at him, shaking my head sharply. I hoped he could understand what I was trying to tell him. Not now. He looks like he's been through enough. I would definitely ask Jacob later, but it had to be me. I didn't want my parents involved in this.

Dad's eyes narrowed as he gazed over sceptically. I stood my ground, desperate to keep him innocent. If Mom or Dad ever got involved, I would never be able to forgive myself. To my complete and utter relief he sighed deeply, his shoulders shaking, then nodded in agreement. He knew when to step back. He paused, hesitant, then turned to Jacob, putting on a parental frown. "You scared the hell out of us Jake. Couldn't you have at least given us a call?" Jacob glanced up at Dad, his expression apologetic.

"Yeah sorry about that," he said. "I left my phone here when I went out looking for Bella." He turned to look at me for the first time, his eyes dark and penetrating. It was my turn to frown at him. No way are you blaming me for this Jacob Swan.

"So why didn't you come back to get it?" I couldn't help but ask. If he wanted to play games, fine.

Jacob blinked, clearly taken off guard and then he shrugged. "I had urgent business in Forks."

Mom looked up from Jacob's chest, tear tracks visible along her pale cheeks. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah everything's cool now, sorry to make you worry Mom."

It was my turn to glare over at Jacob accusingly. How he could talk to her so calmly when he knew how much he had worried everyone...

Jacob glanced over, and our eyes met. I hoped that my piercing glare told him everything…I'm going to kill you.

He cleared his throat and broke away from my gaze. "So is there anything to eat? Seriously I'm dying for some food right now." Mom gasped and leapt into action in seconds. Giving Jacob a final squeeze, she sprinted out of the room, yelling out for her maids to help her prepare something. I restrained rolling my eyes at my drama-queen-of-a-mother. She loved to exaggerate things. I guess it was part of her job as a mother as well as her career. Tanya and Kate bustled after her, yanking Dad along with them. They would have pulled me along too, had I not dodged their hands and moved to the other side of the room. It was only after a few seconds, did I realise that Jacob and I were finally alone together. I stood completely still, immediately alert, and peered over at him. He was avoiding my glance, stretching his back and yawning loudly. He knew I suspected something.

Jacob sighed heavily and sank into a chair. I observed him carefully. He looked extremely worn out, the huge dark circles evident under his eyes. His skin was covered in cuts and bruises galore, his hair matted and filthier than I had ever seen it. Even his fingernails were coated in mud. He looked like he'd been through hell. I had to find out the truth. In a way, I hoped that my theory was true; if it was something worse, I wouldn't be able to take it. All these days I had been worried that he'd been killed. Had it been a narrow escape…?

I deliberated over my options- to question him now, or leave it- and after another quick glance at him, I decided to give him a chance to relax. He would need to be wide-awake to listen to me rant on like an irritated mother. It was either that, or I never found out the truth, and he never knew of the numerous dangers out there. Besides, if I was right about him, then from what Edward had told me about werewolves, he would already know half of the story; werewolves hunted vampires. He would probably be able to track them faster than any vampire hunter.

Jasper had told me to read up on werewolves in Esme's book. "It will do you good to know what we're up against," he had said. "They're just as bad as vampires." After complying with his suggestion, I realised that he wasn't exaggerating at all.

Werewolves (alt name; lycanthrope) are almost definitely the most dangerous and cunning mythical creatures of all. As the term indicates, the human in turn can transform into a large wolf, during the appearance of the full moon. The aptitude was said to be passed on to other humans either by a werewolf bite, or simply placed under a curse or dark enchantment. Their large, yet toned bodies gave them to capability to run faster than any creature in the world, and their powerful jaws could crush through bone. Humans with this ability were known to be snappy and cold towards their enemies, and protective over their friends. Their patience was almost non-existent, with a tendency to lose their temper almost at once. Long ago, it had been foretold that once the man/woman transformed, he/she no longer recalled friend from foe. Anyone or anything in its path would die.

Anyone or anything in its path would die…

The mere thought of my family in mortal danger sent a creeping chill down my spine. I couldn't let anything happen to them. Tanya and Kate may have gotten on my nerves from time to time, but they were my sisters, and I loved them. My thoughts ran wild as I pondered over the past years of my life Jacob. Had he ever lost his temper? Had he ever made any enemies? There was no question that he was protective over me, but so would any older brother. Surely that had no link whatsoever?

I didn't realise that I was swaying on the spot till Jacob called out to me. "Bella? You okay?" I blinked frantically and glanced his way. He was peering at me curiously, paused in mid-action as he leaned back to stretch. I restrained cutting my eyes at him, and merely shook my head in reply.

"Bathroom…" I mumbled softly, before hurrying out of the room, grabbing for my bag as I felt his gaze cinder holes into the back of my head. I didn't take a breath till I was safely inside my bedroom, the door closed behind me. I slumped back against the door, slowly trailing down to collapse on the floor; my knees had given in to the immense force crushing down on me. Jacob was back. My best friend was back…but he was a werewolf. My mind flashed back to the week before I had started school; Jacob had drawn a sketch of a magnificent wolf, standing erect in the moonlight, its muzzle lifted high as it howl pierced the night. Had he been trying to tell me then?

"Oh Bella, you idiot," I chanted, slapping my forehead. The signs had been there all along. That very night I had also heard the distinct howl of wolf. I had ignored the hint completely. It had been Jacob, watching me from the garden…

I heard the others downstairs, chatting in the kitchen. Jacob's distinctive husky voice was easily noticeable; I could tell he was trying to sound enthusiastic, but I could hear the worn-out tone behind the acting. The more I listened, the more desperate I became to hear the truth from him. Even then, I could still see the ghastly images that had formed in my head as I had waited for his return; his lifeless corpse sprawled across the floor, Karl's pale, malicious hands dragging him away from me, leaving a long trail of blood…

I waved the thought away, bolting up onto my feet. I dashed over to my balcony and closed the curtains, ensuring the doors were securely locked. The sudden paranoia rushed through me as I backed away and fell back onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling; there were so many dangers out there… and now, there could be a danger within the house too. I was never safe. I fought back the tears as I crawled across my bed, grabbing for my pillow. What the hell was I to do now? I couldn't tell Jacob to leave…I didn't want him to leave. I couldn't leave him alone for too long with the others either…and yet there I was, confined in my bedroom, too afraid to do anything else. Shit, what the hell do I do…?

Then it occurred to me. Edward. Surely he would be on the perimeter at the moment? I frowned to myself as I reflected over the plan Carlisle had explained to me. Jasper would be on first watch with Alice joining him soon after, swapping with Edward a few hours later. Rose and Emmett would take his place at around two in the morning. I glanced at my watch, struggling to read the time as my arm shook. Midnight. Would Edward be patrolling? I hesitated as I reached over for my phone on my bedside drawer. How would Edward react if I told him Jake was inside? The last thing I wanted was a re-enactment of a scene from CSI, with Edward breaking into the house, Alice and Jasper on either side, brandishing weapons. Like hell that was going to happen. What exactly could Edward do anyway if I called him? He wouldn't be able to just march inside. Telling him now would do nothing but make him worry and probably do something stupid. I nodded to myself and rolled onto my side, removing any further temptation. I wouldn't be helping anyone by calling him. It would just make things worse.

Shit, I need a distraction. With an aggravated sigh, I lurched over and pulled my iPod out from my bag. I would give Jacob a few hours to get his arse into his bedroom before I hauled him there myself- subtly- to ask him some questions. I scanned through my songs tentatively, smiling as I flicked past Baby by Justin Bieber. Edward had completely killed the song when he sung it to me. I wouldn't be able to listen to that for a few months at the very least. Find something that reminds you of him…how much you love him…ignore everything else.

I finally found one and sank back into my pillows, my eyes following the intricate patterns on the ceiling as the music began to play. It was a true reflection of my feelings for Edward, written simply in a song.

Every time our eyes meet,

This feeling inside me

Is almost more than I can take.

And baby when you touch me,

I can feel how much you love me,

And it just blows me away.

I've never been this close to anyone,

Or anything.

I can hear your thoughts.

I can see your dreams.

I dunno how you do what you do,

I'm so in love with you,

It just keeps gettin' better.

I wanna spend the rest of my life,

With you by my side,

Forever and ever.

Every little thing that do.

Baby I'm amazed by you.

(A/N: Amazed by Duncan James. Beautiful song.)

…

I woke with a start, the sound of Bring me to Life by Evanescence roaring in my ears. I sat bolt upright in my bed, wrenching the headphones off. Shit. Shit. Why the fuck had I fallen asleep? What was the time? I glared down at my watch. 1:30am. Well that was just great. He was almost definitely going to be asleep now, as were the others. If I started yelling it would wake everyone up. I pulled at my hair as I leapt out of bed, frustrated with myself. Why couldn't I have been more disciplined? Now I would probably have to wait for another twenty-two hours before I could speak to him.

"Shit!" I hissed, marching over to my bedroom door. Screw this; I couldn't wait that long to talk to him. I needed answers. Now.

I hauled the door open, hurrying stealthily along the corridor till I reached his bedroom. I let out a sigh of relief as I noticed the thin shard of light piercing through the thin gap at the base of the door. He was still awake. That would make this slightly easier. I took a deep breath, composing myself, carefully twisted the doorknob, and stepped inside.

He had his desk lamp on, its dimmed light pooling across the glossy table and cream-carpeted floor. His bedroom was formatted in a very similar way to mine, minus the excessively large cupboard and wardrobe; he had a simple chest-of-drawers and much smaller wardrobe tucked neatly in the end corner of the room. His bed-the sheets still smoothed down and untouched-stood exactly where mine would have been. The balcony doors were wide open, the curtains bustling about as the chilly breeze gushed towards me. I shuddered, rubbing at my shoulders as I walked further inside. Jake was sitting on the floor by the bed, his back to me, listening to his iPod. From the way his head was inclined, it looked like he was sleeping. I couldn't help but smile to myself. We always had similar ideas to calm ourselves down. As I stepped even closer though, I cast a shadow in his direction and he moved so fast that I let out a cry and took a few steps back in alarm. His eyes flashed dangerously and he leaned forwards, as though ready to pounce. Very wolf-like.

His ferocious expression morphed to a look of relief, then irritation when he realised it was only me. "Jesus Bella!" he breathed. "Could you at least warn me next time you're gonna just waltz into my room?" Oh hell no. He was not going to blame me for anything. I stared at him, long and hard, then pointed out towards the balcony. He raised an eyebrow, but then turned and headed outside. I followed after him and closed the balcony doors softly behind me. The fear of the outside world had temporarily left me; it was completely masked by fury. Jacob leaned back against the balcony wall, folding his arms. My eyes blazed as I stared over at him. I waited in the silence, till he became uncomfortable with my staring, diverting his gaze to the floor and clearing his throat.

"I could ask you the same question," I finally said, arching an eyebrow. "Where. Have. You. Been?"

He snorted in amusement. "I could ask you the same question!" he shot back. I glared at him, my skin burning. He sighed in defeat, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I told you Bella. As I told everyone else. I've been in Forks—"

"Bullshit Jacob!" I snapped. "I checked up your orphanage. They haven't seen you in weeks!" That wasn't a complete lie; I had asked Alice to check up for me, since I had no idea where the damn place was, but she hadn't gotten back to me about it.

He took the bait though; his head snapped up, eyes angry now. "You've been tracing up on me!" It wasn't a question.

"I was worried sick Jacob!" I cried, praying that our voices were muffled enough by the balcony doors. I threw my hands up in frustration. "Can you not understand how frightened—"

"Don't you come lecturing about 'disappearing off' Bella," Jacob hissed, his voice colder than I had ever heard it before. "If you remember, it was you I had gone out to look for…"

Bingo. Just what I wanted to hear. "Ah HA!" I exclaimed, stabbing a finger at him accusingly. "So you didn't go out for a visit to Forks did you? You went searching for me! So then what? How the fuck did you get around Jacob? Huh? You left your phone, your wallet, your motorbike…your goddamn passport was still here Jacob, so you couldn't have left the frickin' country! So where in the name of God were you?"

There was a deep, intense silence as I breathed heavily, my hands still shaking at my sides. Jacob was staring at me with wide, stunned eyes. He hadn't expected me to lose it like that. Neither had I to be honest, but his cool attitude had finally hit a nerve. Then he exhaled loudly, rubbing at his shoulder nervously. He hadn't experienced my angry side before.

"Bella…" he began, his voice suddenly pained. "Listen, I'm sorry for making you worry so much. Frankly, I don't think you technically have the right to get pissed at me, since you put me through the same shit in the first place—" he waved me off as I tried to intercede. "—but you don't have to worry anymore. I'm fine. I got picked up by on old mate from Forks, and stayed with him for a while. I needed…time…time to think." More like time to hunt.

I wasn't letting it go that easily. "Then why are you so battered up?" I asked him, eyes narrowing.

"What…this?" he indicated to one of the numerous cuts on his muscular arms. I was very surprised to hear him laugh, shaking his head. "Ah Bells, these are hardly battle wounds. You think I was mobbed or something." When I didn't answer straight away, he sighed, his tone almost sympathetic. "My mate and I went for a few errands in the forest Bella, that's it."

Oh dear sweet lord. "Jake, you have to stay away from the forest!" I exclaimed, leaning towards him. He raised a sceptical eyebrow.

"What—so you're my new Mom now Bells? What the hell are you going on about? This isn't Kindergarten you know!"

I deliberated, unable find a subtle way to tell him. He snorted in what sounded like disgust, turning away from me to glare over the balcony. "Just go to bed Bella, maybe sleep will clear your mind. Right now you're not talking sense."

That did it. I gritted my teeth, hands clenched at my side. "I know what you are Jacob!" His shoulders stiffened, and his breath stopped completely. I waited in the silence, nervous for his reply.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said calm and icy, though I could see hands clasping tightly to the wall, turning the knuckles white.

I licked my lips and carried on. "Yes you do Jake, and you know what's out there in the forest. You hunt vampires by instinct. You can track them faster than any other living there! But you don't know the worst of what's to come—"

"Bella you don't know what you're talking about!" Jacob barked, turning round and glaring at me. His eyes flashed, and I could swear I saw a glimpse of bright yellow. He must have realised I had seen something, for he made to turn away again. I ran over and held him still before he could.

"Jake please," I pleaded, clutching tightly to his arm as he tried to pull away. "I'm trying to help you! There is something out there Jake! Something worse than anything before, and if you don't listen to me, they will kill you—"

"And how the hell do you know there's something out there worse than them?" he shot at me, his eyes boring into mine, daring me to look away. Well at least he wasn't denying it anymore. I gulped softly, praying that I was doing the right thing.

Well shit, here goes. "Because I've seen them." Jacob froze, his expression aghast. I said nothing as I waited for the truth to sink in, waiting for the outburst I had been expecting. Would he transform now? Would he forget who I was and kill me…? Suddenly, he exhaled sharply, and pulled my hand from his arm. His touch was gentle, but firm. He watched me carefully as he leaned back again, reading my expression. Without a doubt I knew he would be looking at a young woman, worn out from the new pressures in her life, looking more terrified than ever before. His bewildered expression faded slightly, and his hands unclenched.

"How?" His voice was barely a whisper.

My heart missed a beat. "I…there's a group of people whom I know. The Cullen family. They hunt vampires too. They've been protecting me." Jacob face remained expressionless as I told him all about the vampire attack at the party, and how Edward had saved me. I told him how Jasper had explained everything to me, and how they still didn't know the full details about the new vampires. I watched his expression darken as I explained how the Casadores were now after me, and that Edward and his family were trying to find out why the vampires wanted me in particular, and how to stop them.

"And now they think you're after me too!" I cried, lifting my arms in dismay. He frowned, tilting his head to one side.

"What makes them think I'm after you?" he asked me. It was my turn to read his expression carefully. He looked genuinely confused, as though he didn't realise that he was potentially a great danger to me right now.

"Jake…they told me werewolves were just as dangerous, if not worse than vampires," I told him. "They told me werewolves don't hesitate to kill anyone or anything in their path, and from what I've read about werewolves, I can't say that I don't agree with them." He seemed taken aback by my last comment, and I saw a glimpse of hurt flash across his eyes before he composed himself. He heaved a great sigh, rumpling his hair before taking two great strides and pulling me to his chest. I froze for a split second, and then threw my arms around him, the tears running free. I took in his familiar scent, burying my head into his shirt, and it occurred to me how much I had missed my best friend. What would I have done if something had happened to him?

"Bella, I would never ever do anything to hurt you," he told me, his voice at my ear. "If anything, I would gladly kill for you. You're too precious to me." My wails muffled in his shirt and I clung to him tightly, afraid he would suddenly vanish. My Jacob…my brother…he was safe.

"Oh Jacob," I sobbed. "Jacob, Jacob, Jacob…"

"Chill Bella, I'm still here," he teased, chuckling.

"Jackass," I mumbled. He just laughed and hugged me tighter, his hands rubbing rhythmically across my back.

"I missed you Bells," he whispered.

My eyes burned. "I missed you too Jake." I felt his lips at my hair, soft as silk; it was exactly what he used to do when I was younger to comfort me.

"Does that feel better now Bella?" he would say, wiping the tears from my cheeks. "Don't cry honey, a smile makes you look far more dazzling."

I smiled inwardly at the memory. Jacob and I certainly had had an awesome few years. It was only recently I had been around him less and spent more time with the Cullens. At the time, I hadn't felt guilty because I thought I was protecting him, but now that I knew what he was, it felt as though I had been trapping him out, keeping him in the dark, unable to protect all that he loved.

"Jake…I don't know how to say this," I started, pushing away from him gently. His dark, endless eyes stared at me cautiously. I sighed softly. "I honestly had no idea what you were till a few days ago. If I had known, I would have warned you of the dangers—"

"Bella, you say you've read up on werewolves right?" he interrupted me, his tone teasing. I was more relieved than annoyed; he could have easily snapped at me for bringing up the fact he was a werewolf again.

"Jasper gave me a book to read about them yes," I told him, watching him carefully. He raised a sceptical eyebrow, waiting.

Then it clicked. Werewolves hunted vampires. He still didn't understand…

"Did the fact that werewolves hunt vampires escape your mind at any point?" he asked me, his voice deliberately slow and mocking. I frowned at him chidingly.

"So what? It's still dangerous Jacob! And there are things you don't understand. The Casadores… they're out there, more dangerous than anything before…"

"What, did they grow wings?" Jacob snorted, unabashed. "Bella, you really shouldn't take movies to heart you know?"

"Jacob," I growled, becoming impatient. "They are not normal. They are more powerful than you can ever imagine." I suddenly had his full attention, and he frowned slightly, looking hesitant. I had to carry on; he had to know, before it was too late.

"These creatures…they are the hunters of the devil, Jacob. They will kill anything in their path, and you are no exception."

His frown deepened, and glanced over my shoulder with narrowed eyes. "What's different about them?"

"I've told you we have no idea Jake!" I cried, suddenly irritated. "That's what's so fucking scary. There's something out there after me, and I have no fucking idea how to defend myself!"

A soft growl erupted from Jacob's lips, and a shiver crept up my spine. Had I gone too far?

"Why you Bella?" he asked, his tone icy once more.

I couldn't help but laugh at that. "Oh Jake, if only I knew the answer to that bloody question!"

"Have the Cullens not found that out yet?"

"No they can't figure it out either," I sighed. "Carlisle guessed that I was just the unlucky girl who got in the way, but I think it's more than that. There are many people out there they could choose from, not just me." He nodded in agreement, but remained silent, and I could almost see him churning the new information I had given him in his head. I waited patiently, remembering what a shock it had been when I had been told everything too. It had taken me a while to comprehend what was really going on.

Suddenly he barked with laughter, causing my entire body to rise a few feet into the air with fright. I stared at him incredulously he ran a large hand through his silky hair.

"Well shit Bella, you're in a world of hell!" he exclaimed, rumpling my hair playfully.

I scowled at him, clearly not amused. "Thank you for pointing that out Jake."

He beamed back at me, clearly very amused. "Ah not to worry sis, I'll be there for you. And it seems that the Cullens are too! Damn! Jasper! A vampire hunter! Who would have thought?"

I couldn't help but smile at him. "I know, I was pretty shocked too when I found out. They're all amazing though. I couldn't have lasted the past few weeks without them."

He winced slightly at that, and I regretted what I said at once. I hadn't meant it to come out like that. "You know…I have been watching over you. Every night."

I leaned forwards, my head resting on his chest. "I know Jake, I didn't mean it like that. I meant that they're trustworthy people. They would do everything in their power to make sure nothing touches me. Edward would do anything for me. Which reminds me, I'd probably better warn them that you're not the badass werewolf they thought you were." Heaven forbid if any of them saw us now. I pulled back and glanced to the side nervously. We were in an open balcony with no cover; a clear shot for any of them.

Jacob chuckled, tugging at my arm as he moved towards the balcony doors. "Come on Miss Paranoid, we'll go inside if that makes you feel better. Although I don't think they'd assassinate me Bells." I pulled a face as I turned and followed him back inside. He had no idea…

"I'm not taking any chances," I said firmly, closing the doors behind me softly. "Plus I'm on the Shit List of the meanest vamps in town. I think I'm much safer inside." Jacob glanced up at me as he sat on the edge of his bed.

He raised a cocky eyebrow. "I'm the meanest werewolf in town."

I pointed a finger at him threateningly. "Don't you dare." He chuckled and beckoned me over. I slouched over and sat down beside him, leaning me head on his shoulder.

"Maybe you should get a boyfriend," he told me, elbowing my side playfully. "Then you'd be distracted from the shit that's going on, while I and the Cullens get rid of the trouble."

I laughed softly, elbowing him back. "Well that's the problem you see. Because my boyfriend is in all the shit!"

"Huh?"

"Edward Cullen," I explained simply. Jacob leaned away, his eyes wide.

"Edward. You're kidding! The youngest brother right?"

"Yeah."

"Dang Bella, you know how to choose 'em!" he shook his head in mocking disbelief. "Well I guess that theory's out of the books." I laughed and slapped at his arm.

"I would have told you before but you weren't here," I reminded him, to which he pulled a face in reply. I smiled at his pouting face, still finding it hard to believe that he was finally back. Safe and unharmed.

Then I had to go and yawn widely, and ruin the moment.

Jacob chuckled softly, kissing my head quickly before pushing me away. "Bed, you. You've got school tomorrow. And I need my beauty sleep, it's been a while since I've slept in a bed."

I frowned. "Why haven't you been coming home lately."

He sighed softly, "I really did have business in Forks for one night, one of my friends at the orphanage was really unwell, and as you know I hadn't taken much spare cash with me. But then when I got back, I had…problems. I began to find it really hard to transfigure back to human form. It was like something inside me, my instinct was telling me that something was wrong. That only happens when there's danger around. When vampires are around to be exact." My blood ran cold. He had sensed that something wasn't right, and been out there, right in the middle of it all. Like a mouse in a trap.

"How did you manage to transfigure back?" I asked him, aware that my voice was barely a whisper.

Jacob didn't seem to notice. "With a lot of difficulty. And pain. Jesus, it's never hurt that much before; like something was holding me back, wanting me to remain as a wolf. I seem to have control over it now though," he added as he noticed my terrified expression.

I merely nodded, too worried to speak. Did this mean the vampires had an advantage over him?

"Bella, it's just a gut instinct," he told me, as though he could hear my thoughts. "Nothing has control over me. My body only does that to protect me. I'm more of a threat as werewolf than a mere human. Instinct. Okay?"

I nodded, this time adding a weak smile to try and reassure him. He knew what he was talking about.

He nodded, satisfied, then pushed at me lightly. "Good. Now get out of here so I can start my siesta." I got up at once, kissing his forehead lightly. His skin was warm and soothing, his breathing relaxed.

"Night Jake," I whispered. "Stay in bed tonight okay?"

"You can count on it Bells," he told me, collapsing fully clothed onto his bed sheets. I rolled my eyes, smiling to myself as I tiptoed across the passageway. That was more like the Jacob I knew. Even now, the truth hadn't really dawned on me. Before I'd even realised, I was in a world of mythical creatures. Werewolves for crying out loud! How long has he been a werewolf? And why hadn't I seen the signs before…?

I shook my head in wonder at my naivety. All this time… I had never really been in 'normal' company…but I loved it. I stifled a giggle as I gently pushed against my bedroom door and tiptoeing inside. Ha. What the hell Bella. You really are a target for trouble. I didn't even bother undressing; I hadn't quite realised how tired I was before, but now it was plain evident. It was like my body just shut down. I slumped forwards and felt the welcoming softness of my duvet on my skin. My mind was still struggling to grasp the various situations that were now in my life. My boyfriend was a soon-to-be-vampire/vampire hunter. My adopted brother was a werewolf, and I was the most-wanted-human-donor in 'vampire-ville'.

Has there ever actually been a day recently where something strange hasn't happened?

And what the hell was I going to tell Edward tomorrow?

Damn, what a night…

…..

God DAMMIT!

Why oh why did my alarm clock choose to not go off this morning?

If it hadn't have been for Jacob checking whether I was up, I wouldn't even have left by lunchtime. I had practically inhaled the croissant, bacon and strawberry milkshake Sally had prepared for me, and now I was paying for it; indigestion was such a bitch.

I sprang for my bag, not bothering to check whether everything was inside; it was basically packed from yesterday, and most of my books were at school. I leapt over my bed for my phone, tossed a few dollar notes into my bag, before sprinting out of my bedroom. I had texted Edward a few minutes before to tell him I was running a bit late; I didn't want to keep him waiting as well. Tanya and Kate fired daggers at me as I bustled about the house, looking for my things. I was usually more organised than this, but last night I had been preoccupied setting things straight with my werewolf-adopted brother. I was pretty satisfied with the talk I had had with him; thank God he wasn't like the books had described. Now all that was left was telling Edward. That wouldn't be too fun…

I bolted down the stairs, tripping over my feet as I yelled hurried goodbyes to my family. Unsurprisingly, Jacob wasn't going to school; he needed the rest. Tanya and Kate had gone to wait for me in the driveway. It would take them a while to start trusting me again, and now the fact that Jacob had suddenly come back hadn't exactly made things any better for me. I grabbed for my keys in the cabinet and wrenched the door open…almost running straight into my boyfriend's chest. I yelped and leapt back, a hand flying to my throat.

"For fuck's sake!" I cried, frowning accusingly at Edward's amused grin. "Was that really necessary?" He chuckled lightly, taking my hand in his.

"Good morning, beautiful," he teased, tugging me towards him. I obliged with a sigh, wrapping my arms around him. I listened intently to his dying heart, thumping dangerously slow, faltering. How long did he have left?

"Moron," I grumbled into his chest. He always knew how to dodge the obstacles. He squeezed me gently, his arms tight around my waist, and I shuddered as his cold fingers found my bare skin at the small of my back.

It was over all too quickly. "Ready to go?" he asked pleasantly as he released me, keeping hold of my hands and towing me forwards. I rolled my eyes and strode ahead of him, trailing him behind me. He kept to my pace easily, and bumped my hip. Tanya and Kate had wound both windows down to Tanya's merc, and were staring at us fervently. Subtle.

"What's the plan today then?" I asked Edward, glancing over at him. He frowned inwardly. Oh God, now what?

"Nothing major," he said with a shrug. I glared at him, waiting. He sighed and carried on, lowering his voice as passed by Tanya's car. "Rose has got a tab on one of the vamps. One of the hunters. We might catch him." I deliberated for a few seconds, then huffed and let it go. There was nothing I could say to stop him from going. Plus he knew what he was doing…right?

I turned round and chucked my keys at him, and his hand flew out in a flash. I didn't feel like driving today. Plus I needed him to be occupied before I told him Jacob was back. He gave me a sceptical glance, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm feeling nice," I shrugged. He frowned questioningly, but didn't ponder over it. Tanya honked her horn impatiently and I sped over to my car, glaring over at her. She could have been less obvious for my sake.

"Did something happen last night or something?" Edward asked slowly as he slid into the driver's seat. Fuck. How did he always know?

"Nothing, nothing. We had our bonding session remember?" I told him smoothly.

He bought it. "How did that go?" he chuckled, staring the engine. My car purred softly as he steered her across the driveway. Thank God he wasn't being extra cautious today, otherwise he would tell that I was hiding something.

"Quite well actually…we watched Van Helsing," I told him. He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Oh the irony!" he chortled.

I smiled inwardly, but inside I was faltering. Should I tell him? Shit, what would he do if he found out? Would he harm him? I couldn't help but worry about what he would do to Jacob.

"We need to dispose of it," he had said before. I couldn't let that happen to Jacob. However, if Jacob was a danger to himself and my family, then it would be stupid to keep it a secret.

"My mother told us how she and dad met. He mistook her for a prostitute at a club," I said, trying to find a subtle way to tell him.

He laughed loudly, staring over at me. "You're kidding!"

"Apparently he didn't see the five or six bodyguards around her," I explained, smiling. He snorted, clearly amused. Well shit, here goes to nothing.

"So erm…" I began, kneading my hands together at my lap. "Jacob came home last night—" His head snapped around to stare at me incredulously. My eyes kept glancing nervously at the road ahead where Tanya and Kate were driving ahead, and back at him, unable to look at him for more than a few seconds. Edward's eyes were wide with shock…with horror.

"What?" he yelled, his brilliant eyes blazing with fury. "You mean to tell me that Jacob Black, the guy we believe to be a newly transformed werewolf, arrived at your house last night, and you didn't call me?"

I blinked frantically. "Well I—"

"Bella for fuck's sakes, how am I supposed to protect you if you don't tell me these things?" He instinctively drove a hand through his hair, shaking his head. I looked down at my feet, feeling guilty. He was right of course. Anything could have happened and with Mom, Dad, Tanya and Kate so close…it was too dangerous.

"I mean anything could have happened to you last night, with him so close to you. Bella werewolves are dangerous. If he is one of them, he could quit easily have k—"

"I know! I know!" I cried, lifting my hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry, I didn't think. I was just so happy to see him. I did have a talk with him though, and you're right."

Edward snorted. "Great. Just great. So you basically spent the night in a house with a potential killer—"

"Jacob would never hurt me!" I fired back indignantly. "Don't say shit like that about people I care about!" I could tell he regretted saying that straight away and sighed deeply.

"Bella…"

"Look, why don't you give him a break for a while?" I asked him softly. "Whatever's been going on, it looks like he's been through a lot, and I don't want him to feel any worse than he is. Just…give him some space for a bit."

"And what about you?" Edward retorted, eyes wide. "What about your family?" My mind raced as I desperately tried to find the solution to the problem. My family could well be in danger whenever he was there, but so was he. There were more powerful creatures out there that could easily tear him apart.

"I'll be fine," I reassured him. "Just double the security or something." That reminded me. "How did he slip through your watch last night then? Surely you would have heard him."

He shook his head. "I took Jasper's place just after midnight so I highly doubt I would have been there for it." He frowned sceptically. "I'll have to ask Jasper how he missed it though." I scowled at him warningly. Don't you give him a hard time.

He ignored me, nodding towards Tanya and Kate in front. "Do your sisters suspect anything?"

I shook my head. "No they're just happy he's home. My family don't know anything about him, don't worry."

He nodded once, staring intently at the windscreen. Very un-like-Edward behaviour.

We remained silent for most of the journey, neither of us sure about how to lighten the cautious mood. Glancing over at him through my hair, I couldn't help but wonder whether Edward really understood how much I cared for Jacob. He had hardly known him before- that had been Jasper- and he hadn't seen us together either. Perhaps if he truly saw how important he was to me, his attitude would change. Edward loved me, and cared for me, I knew that well enough. He would do anything for me; even risk his life and the lives of his family. Surely asking for him to spare the closest person to a sibling I had ever had wasn't too much to ask for?

Edward suddenly shuffled beside me, and cleared his throat. I held my breath as I felt his cold, yet soothing hand caress the bare skin at my arm. "Bella…what's wrong?"

I bit down on my lip, forcing myself not to cry. I was acting really childish. Edward was only trying to help me. He wouldn't hurt Jacob unless he really had to…right?

"Please don't hurt Jacob," I whispered softly, glancing down at our intertwined hands. "I know what a danger he could be, but…Edward I 'm begging you—"

"Bella…" Edward moaned, sounding frustrated. For a moment I thought I'd lost the argument fair and square before it had even begun, then he released my hand and pulled my chin up gently. I stared up into his beautiful eyes, full of compassion and warmth. Then he smiled and wiped at my cheeks with his thumb. Damn those deceitful tears…

"What the hell makes you think I would hurt him?" he asked me, his voice like silk. I blinked, confused.

"But—" He placed a finger at my lips, silencing me.

"If it had been anyone else Bella, I would have killed it," Edward told me, and I winced at the slightly cold edge to his voice. "But Jasper is good friends with Jacob. Do you honestly think I would live to see another day if I hurt him?" I sat completely still, perplexed. I had been totally exaggerating about what he was thinking. All along, he had just cared for my safety, and was merely trying to help Jacob, not dispose of him. Well now I feel like a schmuck…

"And besides, I know how much he means to you Bella. He's like a brother to you. Do you really think I'd put you through the trauma of losing him?" His finger lightly traced my lips and I shuddered, my shoulders relaxing. Yep, I had been seriously exaggerating…

"I…I'm sorry," I sighed, resided. "I had thought you just wanted to get rid of him. 'Werewolves are even more of a nuisance.'" I mimicked, smiling slightly. He raised an eyebrow and poked my nose chidingly.

"Shameful thoughts indeed Bella. And I don't talk like that," he added, frowning at me with mock accusation. I couldn't help but laugh, and he smiled at my amusement. He always knew how to put a smile on my face.

We arrived at school quicker than I would ever thought possible. Tanya drove ahead to park at the front of the school, where they would get all the attention they desired from their fans at school. Edward swerved my car to a more obscure, secluded area, under the collection of trees, smiling politely to passers-by who gaped through at us. I stared at him sceptically. "Are you leaving my car here then?"

He nodded. "I'm taking Alice's car back. Then Jasper's riding back with you. You'll have to fight for the driver's seat. You know how much Jasper likes this car."

"It's my car," I repeated firmly. "Therefore Jazz can do as he's told when inside it." Edward chuckled, stepping out of the car, and opening my side. I took his outstretched hand and yelped as he yanked me forwards, almost roughly. I gulped as his eyes pierced through mine, gleaming wickedly.

"Since when have you become so harsh?" he asked, his velvety voice setting my heart on fire. His lips were so damn close I wanted to scream.

I held my stern visage with great difficulty, raising an eyebrow as I gazed up at him. "Since I started going out with you. Now let me go before I show you just how harsh I can be." His smile widened, and his grip tightened around my waist.

"Isabella Swan, you will not leave until you have paid your penance," he growled softly.

My eyes widened. "For what?"

"For scaring the shit out of your boyfriend, putting serious risk to yourself and your family—"

"You never stop do you," I sighed, before leaning forwards and kissing his soft lips. My heart raced as he kissed me back with immense passion, his hands moving up my back and pulling me closer. A soft whimper escaped as his tongue traced along my teeth. My turn. Leaning closer, I slowly caressed the skin above his shoulder, and linked my hands together around his neck. I felt his breath catch as I tilted my head and nibbled at his soft cheek, moving closer towards his lips. I teased him, my lips lingering over his, and I could feel his patience decrease rapidly as I kissed him lightly. He remained still though, allowing me to take charge. I smirked inwardly, and lightly traced his lips with my tongue, pondered for a split second, then gently sucked on his bottom lip. His gasp subsided to a soft moan. I smiled triumphantly against his lips and kissed him harder. His hands clutched to my back, and I felt us turn slightly and jumped as I felt the cold surface of the car against my back. I leaned back a little as his hands reached my shoulders, and he followed me, his lips hungry for more. It seriously felt like this moment wasn't going to end, and I savoured every touch as our lips moved together as one, our bodies close, our hands intertwined at our chests. The more I kissed him, the more I wanted him, and the burning sensation took me over. I moaned with pleasure as his lips trailed down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin.

"Jesus guys, you could at least wait till after school," a familiar voice chuckled beside me. I let out a yell and my head snapped to the side. Jasper was leaning against the large redwood tree, arms folded, pulling that similar smug look Edward usually pulled when he knew he was in trouble. His emerald eyes had that same glint of amusement. Smug bastard.

I decided to play calm, turning around to face him. "And you, young man could have a little decorum and leave us in peace," I shot back, raising an eyebrow. Edward snorted with laughter, burying his head into my shoulder.

Jasper laughed too, pushing away from the tree. "Well actually, Mr Dipshit was the one that called me here in the first place." That caused me to backtrack. What did Edward want to talk about now? Jasper noticed my hesitation and smiled wryly. Dipshit the second. I smiled sweetly and flipped him off before twisting my head round to interrogate his brother.

"What did you call Jasper for?" I asked him. Edward looked up from my shoulder, his eyes wide.

"You think I'm a dipshit?"

"Edward! Don't try and avoid the goddamn question!"

He sighed, resting his chin on my shoulder. "I sent him a text this morning to tell him to meet us. I wanted to discuss what to do now that Jacob's back."

I blinked, perplexed. "When did you do that?"

"In the car." He smiled innocently at my questioning glare. Huh. I could be seriously unobservant sometimes.

"I've already told you how I feel about this whole 'dealing with Jacob' shit," I sighed. I had just spent a good fifteen minutes or so telling Edward how much Jacob meant to me. I wasn't in the mood to have the same conversation with his brother.

"Believe me Bella, I'm as shocked as you are about this whole werewolf business with Jacob," said Jasper, and I jumped as I turned to see him suddenly right beside me, one hand against the hood of my car. "Jacob and I have known eachother for quite a while, and I would never have thought he was one of them. He must be newly transformed."

"Is that whole crap about you having to be bitten by another werewolf to become one—"

"It's all kinda true," Jasper explained. "Except the shit about them only transforming at full moon. They can transform whenever they like. It's only the cursed ones who do that."

"So we can't rule out whether he's cursed then?" I guessed. I was more than delighted when Jasper shook his head.

"If he was cursed we would know about it," he said gravely. "He would have no control whatsoever over his transformation. I'm sure you've been around with him during full moon. You would have been killed by now." I gulped softly as I took in his words. Even as a young teenager, I was amongst danger. I was a magnet for trouble.

Edward seemed to thinking the same thing; he shook his head, sighing heavily. "Jesus Bella…"

"It would be a good idea for one of us to talk with him," Jasper intervened before I could retort back. "And since I kinda know him already, it would override my judgement. You should probably be the one Ed."

Edward nodded in response. "Sure." I smiled inwardly. This would be my chance to prove to Edward that wasn't the danger he assumed he was. The bell for first class chimed in the distance.

I yelped and made to run for it, but Edward held me back. "Where are you going?"

"School you moron!" I cried, turning round and smacking him hard on the chest. He didn't even wince.

He rolled his eyes dramatically. "You're running to school? I swear only junior kids did that."

I smiled sweetly. "Well you would know all about that wouldn't you Eddie?" He frowned at the nickname, pouting. Served him right. I laughed and lightly kissed his lips. He relaxed and kissed me back, his touch light as a feather.

"I'll see you later," I promised him, before pushing away. He released me this time and I ran off at a sprint, grabbing Jasper's arm as I went. "Don't get up to mischief young man!" I warned him over my shoulder. I could hear him laughing softly as he stepped into my car and drove away.

I smiled inwardly as I towed Jasper along. Of course he would get up to mischief. He was a vampire hunter. He didn't lead a normal life.

Jasper laughed hysterically as I tripped over my feet in a hurry to get to class. "Edward's right, this is what junior kids do."

"Do the two of you share a brain?"

He laughed, rumpling my hair. "No I don't think so Bells. Otherwise we would share the good looks."

"Egotistical asshole," I mumbled softly, dodging his hand as he went for my hair again. He and Edward were far too alike when it came to smug attitudes and huge egos. I dashed over to my locker, ignoring Jasper's amused stare as I grabbed for my books. If I was going to survive any longer in this lunatic-of-a-universe, I was going to have to toughen up.

"Edward told me about Rose's catch this morning," I said smoothly, turning round just in time to see Jasper's face drop.

He frowned childishly. "She kindly sent me a long-winded text message about the whole affair, and then had the audacity to write 'ha ha sucks to be you' at the end! That was below the belt!" I laughed and patted his arm in mock sympathy as I passed by.

"Get to class loser."

"See you at lunch beautiful!" I flipped him off over my shoulder. I would pay him back later with a card game or something. That would wipe the smile right off his face. I smiled inwardly, picturing his pouting face as I would triumphantly slam a straight flush on the table.

Karma's a bitch Cullen.

…

EPOV

I sat down slowly resting my head on the steering wheel of Alice's car, pondering over what to do with my girlfriend. My girlfriend. My girlfriend, Bella. It certainly had a ring to it. I loved her more than I could ever say, but sometimes her decisions made me want to grab hold of her shoulders and shake her roughly. Why couldn't she be logical? I was trying everything I could to make sure she was safe, and now this. A fucking werewolf within inches from her, miles from my protection. Could she not see the dangers behind that?

I exhaled deeply, and leaned back into the leather behind me. Jacob Black, as he had been called before, had been a good friend to Jasper when we lived in Forks. Mom and Dad had bought us all a house there- my brothers took the double rooms with Alice and Rose- while we tried to act normal and get educated, and they dealt with the vampires. Of course, they promised us we could come and aid them if something big came up, but it rarely did, and during our few years in Forks, we met Jacob. Jasper and him soon became very good friends; they were in the Forks baseball team, and every evening I had to listen to Jasper rant on about how the guy always kicked his arse. From what I had seen in the matches I watched, I could tell that Jasper wasn't exaggerating at all; the guy was truly a pro. From the times I had spoken to him as well, he had been a very genuine, down-to-earth guy. So how the hell could he be a werewolf? Where were the signs? The vampires' ambush on me hadn't occurred till after we left Forks, so evidently if Jacob had been a werewolf back then, he wouldn't have displayed any signs of hate towards me. Mom and Dad however, were experts at tracking all mythical creatures, and if the signs had been there, they would have known straight away. Dear God, there had better not be some other species of werewolf that we're unaware of…

I heard the lurch of the gates in front and stepped down on the gas pedal, swerving Alice's car into the driveway. I had only texted Jasper this morning about Jacob, now I would have to tell the story to the others all over again. I sighed heavily, running a hand through my hair. Who would have thought that protecting someone you love would be such hard work?

Alice was at the doorway before I'd even stepped out of the car. Her face was lit with excitement, and she bounced impatiently as I strode over towards her.

"Jeez Edward! Have a bit more urgency about you!" she pouted as I walked past her and into the house, my expression no doubt displaying my fatigue. "We've got the most important mission so far and you don't seem that bothered about it at all!"

"I have other things on my mind Alice," I said with a frown.

"Huh? Like what?"

"Like how my girlfriend has been living with a werewolf at close proximity this whole time."

"What?" Alice squeaked. She had to jog slightly to keep up with my long strides. "Jacob. But Jasper—"

"He doesn't understand either," I explained, glancing over at her. I always wondered how she could change character so quickly. "Where are Mom and Dad?"

"Everyone's in the basement. We were prepping up. Is Bella okay?"

I smiled wryly. "She's fine. Apparently she and Jacob had a lovely conversation together last night, and she found out the truth." Alice stared at me, horrified.

"She didn't call any of us last night!"

"Because she knew what we would do if she did," I said, heading down the stairs towards the basement. My Bella was a sharp-minded young woman. She knew exactly what I would have done had she called me last night. It frustrated me a little that she was both brawny and brainy; sometimes it honestly felt like I was trying to keep up with her.

Alice shook her head in disbelief, pressing her hand against the scanner by the large steel door in front of us. There a soft hiss and the door opened. I followed after Alice as she led me through the basement. Mom, Dad, Rose and Emmett were crouching over the table screen. They all glanced up as we approached. From their worried expressions, everyone but Emmett could tell something was up. Emmett was grinning so wide, that his dimples were double creasing. That wasn't at all surprising of course.

Unbelievably, Emmett grinned even wider as I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Hey bro. So how's Bella keepin'? Did you two have fun this morning?"

"Shut up Emmett," I advised, before turning to my parents. "It's confirmed. Jacob's definitely a werewolf."

"What?"

"But how?" Dad exclaimed, frowning with frustration. I knew how he felt. This was yet another thing that had slipped past us unnoticed for some time. "Of all my years as a hunter, I've never come across a werewolf before. There was that one incident in Chicago, but hell, he was originally from Italy for Christ's sakes!"

I shook my head. "I haven't got a clue, but Bella had a word with him last night. She could tell I wasn't very convinced after she told me. Jasper suggested someone should speak with him," I instinctively glanced over at Alice. "Bella is fine with me going over to do that."

"Is Jasper going with you?" Mom asked, looking concerned. She knew how I felt towards any mythical creature. My opinion was obviously a little…biased.

Dad answered that for me. "Honey it's actually better if Edward went than Jasper. Jasper's good friends with Jacob. If anything he'll be more lenient."

"Did Jasper agree to this?" Alice asked me, a slight frown creasing her forehead. She relaxed when I nodded in reply. Silence followed, and I could tell my family were still unconvinced of Bella's safety. Hell, I was still unsure. I was trusting that Bella hadn't been lying when she told me that Jacob had everything under control at the moment.

I sighed, clasping my hair with a shaky hand. "Bella's with Jazz at the moment so we're fine on that front. Now what have you got for us Rose?"

Rose deliberated before a split second, and then turned her attention back to the table screen. A three-dimensional image protruded from the surface. I couldn't tell from the scenery where the image was from. Was that a good thing? After a few seconds, there was sudden blur as a shadow dashed across the camera. My eyes narrowed.

"It's definitely a male," Rose explained, freezing the image just as the creature appeared once more, its head inclined towards the camera. Rose was right though; its figure was lean and strong, yet not curved and agile enough to be a female. As much as I hated admitting it, the females were actually normally the most dangerous. "I wanted to check whether it was the same one you'd seen before Edward. The one that attacked Bella at the party."

I leaned forwards, examining the creature carefully. The image was slightly blurred, but I could tell from his dark hair and hulking figure that it wasn't him. Plus I there was no way in hell he would be out there alone; it seemed pretty clear before that he was one of the main leaders. He had personally gone out to find Bella. Only someone high up in the ranks would have that job.

"Nope, it's not him," I told her. "I doubt he'd be that careless."

She nodded, unsurprised. "I had a thought it wouldn't be him. This one wanted to be seen though. It's like it knew it was being watched."

"Is it still in the perimeter?" I asked, reaching forwards and pressing map icon. The image was replaced by a scaled map; a small dot flashing in the middle of the forest indicated where the danger was.

"He's been travelling within a two kilometre radius from the tracker. If we set a perimeter along this and move in, we'll be able to block him in and trap him." I nodded, frowning inwardly as I flicked back to the camera image. A two-kilometre radius from the tracking device. That wasn't very far at all. Not for a vampire.

Dad sensed my concern. "Edward if they were setting a trap, we would know," he reassured me, patting my shoulder. I wasn't entirely convinced. I had done the same thing before…and look at what happened.

"There's one of him and six of us Ed," Emmett chortled, slamming at my back. "We'll kick his arse."

I raised my eyes skywards, shaking my head. Emmett had been a vampire hunter long enough to know that human strength did not equate to the strength of a vampire.

"Emmett, grow up," Rose chided. Emmett complied and moved to her side at once, smiling widely. What an idiot. "We'll get the cars ready. Edward I suggest you bring your sniper gun just in case. Alice I'm leaving you with the silver?"

"Roger that sis," Alice sang, saluting with a smile. "Edward, you coming?" As I made to follow after her, Dad surprised us both.

"Actually, I wanted to have a quick word with you Edward before we went," he said, pushing away from the table and untwining from his hold on Mom. I frowned slightly, but remained where I was. Dad smiled, turning back to Mom. "Esme?"

"Of course." Mom gave Dad a quick peck on the cheek before hurrying after Alice, rumpling my hair as she went past. I suddenly felt a little nervous. It wasn't like Dad to suddenly ask to have a word with me in private. If anything, he was more open with me than Mom or any of my siblings.

"Alice could you get my sniper gun out then?" I called after her, turning round. She grinned and gave me the thumbs up before disappearing behind the steel door. I swallowed softly before turning back to Dad. He was watching me carefully, as though waiting for me to snap or let loose on something I was hiding. I wasn't keeping anything from him…was I?

"So how're you feeling Edward?"

Huh? "Um…alright…I guess," I replied, unable to look into his eyes for too long.

He nodded, remaining silent, still watching me. I began to feel a little uncomfortable. It wasn't like Dad to make me feel awkward like this. That was Alice's job…and Mom's sometimes.

"Edward…I want you to know how proud I am of you," he suddenly said, his eyes warm and earnest.

"O-kay?"

He chuckled at my awkwardness. "Chillax son, I'm not lecturing you. I'm just wanted to tell you how your mother and I have been very proud of how you've been coping. We know it hasn't been easy for you to…cope with the…temptations. It makes me very proud to know that you're still holding on."

I smiled, finally comprehending. "Thanks Dad, I appreciate that. Bella's been a lot of help though." My anchor…my beauty…

It was Dad's turn to smile. "She's a lovely young lady. Very down-to-earth. She's perfect for you of course. She puts you in line better than your Mom and I have ever been able to."

"Indeed," I said, raising an eyebrow. Dad laughed, leaning forwards and grasping my shoulder.

"We'll do everything in our power to ensure that she's safe Edward," he told me, his tone sincere. "We know how much she means to you, and she's basically part of the family now. I certainly feel like she's my daughter anyhow. None of us want to see this ending badly."

I swallowed hard, "I know. I love her so much Dad. It pains to think about losing her. I just can't grasp around why they want her."

"We're onto that," Dad informed me. "Your Mom and I are going through her family tree, to see if there's any link at all. I doubt that there will be, but you're right. It can't just be coincidence."

I exhaled deeply, running a hand through my hair. "She's going to be the death of me."

Dad laughed. "Love works in mysterious ways Edward." Tell me about it. I had never felt such a connection before with anyone else. Every time she touched me…I felt my dying heart flutter. Every time she kissed me…hell quite a few things fluttered then.

"Come on son, let's go kick vamp arse," Dad brought me back from my reverie, raising an eyebrow at my flushed cheeks. It took a lot for me to blush, and he knew that.

"She's messing with my mind," I said with a groan.

"All girls do Ed, it's a trait they all possess."

"All girls what?" Uh Oh. Mom's voice made us both jump, and we turned both to see her approaching, carrying a large crate of grenades. Emmett's favourite.

"Nothing dear," Dad said, winking at me.

"If you're being sexist, I have the right to hear it," Mom said sternly, placing the crate down at her feet and flinging a pair of keys over at me. I caught them in a flash and got away before she got me to answer instead. She could be extremely persuasive.

I could still hear her bickering at him from the other side of the garage as I unlocked the 'stealth' car. A black Audi R8 Spyder. She was a beauty, but she was only used for missions so I couldn't show her off the way she really deserved. Rose and I had redesigned her so she was now completely bulletproof and there were weapons installed into sides of the vehicle. My particular favourite were the silver darts that shot out from behind the nameplate. All the windows were tinted as well. I was particularly fond of the silver writing on the side of car. I had wanted it to read Edward Cullen, because she was originally mine, but Rose had inputted into the new design. We contented ourselves with just Cullen, but on the other side we wrote Hunters. I found that pretty cool. It was kinda one of the reasons why I couldn't show her off though.

Alice appeared a few minutes later with my sniper gun, which I took and placed in the boot. She was wearing her traditional tank top and leather trousers, except now she had two silver pistols at her waists as well as the blades across her back. "I'm riding with you for this one," she told me with a smirk. "Bella just sent me a text." She brought her phone up for me to see.

Could you keep a close eye on Edward please? I don't want him doing anything stupid.

I laughed at the irony. So I needed watching over and she didn't?

Alice flicked the screen down so I could see her reply.

I will don't you worry. He can be such a douche bag when we're hunting.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, swiping at her, which she neatly dodged.

She just smiled and flicked down further.

Only when you're hunting? :)

I cocked an eyebrow. Right…right…

Alice laughed, bumping shoulder. "She's so perfect for you Edward, it's unreal. She knows exactly what buttons to press." I pressed my lips together in a firm line, concealing the smile. Alice couldn't be more correct. Bella knew exactly how to wind me up, tease me, and calm me down. As we got into the car, I pulled out my blackberry.

You're toast young lady. Xx

That would be enough. She would know what I meant. Douche bag was I? I'll give her douche bag…

"You're so childish Edward," Alice laughed, and I couldn't help but smile back. Bella had done that to me. She had changed my world, my drive, and my whole perspective of life…and I loved her for it.

I revved the engine as the large basement doors lifted, revealing the large tunnel we had constructed beneath the driveway. We sat back, waiting for the signal. The signal to unleash hell…

"I hope we get to kick this thing's arse today," Alice commented as she tapped at the screen, and the map from the scanner appeared. You and me both.

"From what Rose described I think we've got a fair chance of doing so. Jasper's so annoyed that he's missing out." I sniggered as I pictured Jasper's face when he received Rose's text. He must have looked like thunder. It's a pity I didn't mention it when I saw him at the school.

Alice snorted. "If we manage to bring it back he can have his chance then." I smiled darkly. How I'd love to torture the nasty creature, but Mom insisted that I wasn't part of it. In all honesty I didn't blame her; I wouldn't be able to stop myself if I got the chance. I would make it scream and writhe in agony, just like they had done to me back then…

The red light above the doors blinked frantically. Alice and I exchanged grins of anticipation. I pressed down hard on the pedal and the car lurched forwards into the darkness of the tunnel. Here goes…

Watch out you son of bitch, we're coming for you…

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think.

Love y'all!

Cherry xx