Okay People! Here is the eigth chapter! Now when I said before that there would be no more informative chapters, I was wrong. This chapter is pretty much as informative as it gets. I'm sorry for the lack of action in this chapter - I hope you forgive me! If you find it boring I'm sorry, just please keep reading. I had to put this in here somewhere to explain things and I figured it was better to be put here then in the middle of an action sequence. The next chapter I'll try and make up for in action. So far, so good. Just enjoy and PLEASE REVIEW!

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Chapter Eight

The drive home in the cruiser was silent and uneventful. Charlie kept shooting glances at me to see if I was okay, which I found highly annoying. I couldn't wait to get home, where I could be free to cry, think, or just scream in my pillow, all in the safety of my bedroom. Then I remember my closet. I let out an involuntary shudder.

"Cold?" Charlie asked; his voice was filled with concern. He turned up the heater.

"Thanks dad, I'm just a little chilly." I said feebly.

When we got home I took a quick shower. Charlie had made us both soup. We ate while watching baseball. He seemed very happy that we were spending quality time together. A wave of guilt hit me as I remembered how eager I had been to leave Charlie and my life behind to turn into a vampire. Now I wasn't so sure, but I still had that part of me that wanted it. When I realized how big that part was, another wave of guilt hit me.

When it was time for bed I slowly made my way up to my room. I perched myself on my bed and stared at my closet. I wanted to check to see if Edward had moved the body, but I wasn't sure if I was better not knowing. Another part of me was scared that something worse was hiding there. I had just about made up my mind to check it out when a knock at my door sent my heart flying.

I went to it and opened it. Charlie was standing outside my door with a bundled up sleeping bag, some blankets, and a pillow. I looked at him with my eyebrows raised.

"I want to make sure that nothing happens tonight, and if it does, I want to make sure I'm awake." He explained sheepishly.

His concern for me was overwhelming. He was such a good, regular, lovable dad, which was exactly what I needed in my life right now, something lovable, good and especially regular. I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him as tight as I could. Tears started forming in my eyes. He tried to hug me back as best he could with his arms full.

"Um, Bells, I'm losing my grip on this stuff and this sleeping bag weighs a ton. I'm just warning you now, watch your feet." He said, struggling to maintain a tight grasp.

I laughed, gesturing him in as I wiped my tears away. He put his sleeping bag to the left of my bed, towards the door.

"Goodnight, Bells," he said, preparing to lie down.

"Um, dad," I began sheepishly.

"Yeah, Bells?"

"Could check to see if there's anything hiding in my closet?"

I woke up considerably late. I looked around at my room. It seemed so normal now. Charlie had checked my closet for me last night and it was completely devoid of any bodies or vampires. I had, for the first time in a long time, a dreamless and more importantly, nightmare-less, sleep. I was feeling completely rejuvenated.

The phone rang and I got out of bed. I picked up a note from Charlie's sleeping bag. I read it as I went downstairs to get the phone. It just said that Charlie had left to go to work and that Dr. Monroe said she would call today to talk with me. I groaned.

"Hello?" I said, answering the phone.

"Hi, good afternoon. This is Miss Isabella Swan, I presume?" asked the pleasant voiced man on the other end of the line. He had an attractive French accent.

"Yes it is. May I ask who's speaking?" I said courteously.

"This is Doctor Blanc speaking. I will be your new psychiatrist. I was hoping that our first meeting could be at lunch today, around two o'clock?" Dr. Blanc asked.

"Umm, well I don't have anything planned so sure why not," I was in a very good mood today and I was not in the mood to argue, even though I had planned on spending the day at the Cullen's.

"How about that new garden café? I've been wanting to try that and I've heard nothing but good things about it," he said.

"Okay, I'll see you there. Bye," I said. Now my only problem was how to get there. I decided to call Charlie and tell him about the lunch.

"That's fine, Bells. I'll be home around six. I'll have an officer drop you off a car from the station for you to use," he said. He took a short pause then asked, "Are you ever going to tell me what happened to the truck?"

I couldn't think of a decent reply so I just said what was on the top of my head. "If only I knew. Well I've got to go change, bye dad."

As I put on my blue long-sleeved shirt, my thoughts drifted to Edward. I had been so busy lately that I hadn't even thought of him much, but now that I did I was filled with a very strong feeling of sorrow.

I hadn't seen him in two days and this was the time he needs me most. I should be spending more time with him before the 'war', not less. I let a tear escape before I pushed back the waves of despair.

My hair was utterly impossible; I ended up just putting it in a French braid. I had khaki pants on with my blue long-sleeved shirt. I had a white tank top underneath because the V-neck dipped so low. I put on white tennis shoes, grabbed my purse and walked to the door.

Once out of the house I made sure that the door was locked. In the driveway was an old black Sedan. It would do. I got in and was surprised to find that not only was it clean and smelled nice, but it ran great and had very low mileage.

I got to the restaurant a little early, but I asked the hostess if a Mr. Blanc had a table. He did. When she led me to the table my jaw dropped open. She smiled and walked away. Laurent was sitting at the table with some files in his hand, staring at me with as much shock as I was staring at him with.

"Dr. Blanc?" I asked in blatant disbelief.

"Isabella Swan?" he responded, with just as much disbelief coloring his tone.

I sat down; I was afraid that if I stood any longer I might collapse. I had a million questions for him. I started with the most vital.

"What are you doing back here, Laurent?" I didn't bother calling him 'doctor' anymore, just as I doubted he would call me Miss Swan.

"I loved the town, and I was really interested in the 'vegetarian' life style your friends had, so I decided to try it out. So far so good," he said with a smile. I noticed his eyes were topaz, just like the Cullen's.

"So I take this as proof that you outwitted James?" he asked conversationally.

"Uh, yeah," I said. I wasn't buying the whole 'I loved the town' story Laurent was telling me. There had to be more.

"Is he still hunting you, or did you…" his voice trailed off.

"Yeah, we did," I said coldly. His face darkened. "But not before he got a good taste," I added, my voice even more scathing as I held up my arm to show him the small scar where James had bit me.

"That's why she was so mad…" Laurent murmured to himself.

"Excuse me?" I said, suddenly alert.
"Well, you didn't think Victoria and James were just friends, did you?" he said in a mocking tone. "She wants revenge."

My heart seemed to stop as I realized something.

"She sent the letter, she's killing the Elders, isn't she?" I asked Laurent in a rush.

He nodded, a slow smile touching his lips.

"That's not all she did," he said with a slight smile.

I suddenly recalled what Carlisle had said. He had said that Billy had a Cold One on his side. Victoria. Understanding dawned on my face.

I looked over Laurent's shoulder at a sudden flicker of vibrant orange I had just seen. There was a woman, in a light tan trench coat with sunglasses, sitting about two tables back from us. I could see other restaurant guests and staff eyeing her furtively. I guess I was too transfixed in the conversation with Laurent to notice her.

Now I could clearly see the bright orange hair her scarf was barely concealing. She smiled at me. The smile grew wider until she was just flashing me all of her teeth. My eyes widened in fear. She licked her lips.

"I'm leaving, now," I said to Laurent. "Nice meeting, Dr. Blanc, do you think you could tell Dr. Monroe that I'm all better now?"

"Sure I can, Miss Swan. Let me walk you to your car." He said.

On our way out he grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him. He whispered in my ear. "I'm not on her side. I'm not on anyone's. Don't fear me, I live off of animals now."

We were at my car now and the sky had darkened threateningly, though no actual rain had fallen yet. "Just remember, 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'," he quoted with a smile. He was gone before I could blink.

I got into my car and made my way to the Cullen's house. I need to tell them what I knew, and I needed to tell them fast, because the night of the New Moon was fast approaching, and our enemies were prepared for a fight.

Dun, dun, dun. Lol. I hope you enjoyed that chapter even though it was really long and informative. The next chapter will be a lot more fun, I promise! Once again - Thanks for reading and PLEASE REVIEW!