Crikey it has been a long time! I hope you like it! Please reivew!

"What the hell is that?" Lizzie whispered, her sobs coming to an end. I shook my head, refusing to believe that these people were the people I thought they were. I crept forward, leaving Lizzie to compose herself, and peeked through a gap in the undergrowth, to see definitely Jacob, and someone who looked vaguely familiar. She was a girl, older than me, and who looked eerily like Edward. I gasped in horror and shock when I realised that it was Rosie! Even though they could probably both hear, smell and see me, they were locked in a fight, their eyes set on each other. I didn't know why they were fighting, they didn't even know each other!

"Who is it?" Lizzie muttered, too curious to feel upset anymore.

"I don't know."

"Isn't that... Jake? And... and Rosie?" She asked, even more puzzled than I was. I shook my head for the second time, and stood up swiftly.

"Where are you going.... but you've only just got here?" Lizzie asked, looking up at me with steely eyes. I nodded, and replied in a hoarse whisper, "I have to go. Come on! We have to go!" The frantic edge to my vice caused Lizzie to clumsily pick herself up, and we both ran at full speed from the forest, gladly managing to reach the house very quickly. When we arrived I spoke quickly, and because of that stupid human part in me, the words all slurred together, "Jake, Rosie, fightingforest! DAD!" He immediately understood, and hustled us both out of the house.

"Where are we going, Dad?"

"To break up the fight!" He yelled, a snarl ripping from his chest. Lizzie and I winced in horror, whilst Dad smiled affectionately at Lizzie. "Glad you're home." he muttered, before beginning to run into the forest, with me and Lizzie at his tail. We tore through the trees and undergrowth, listening to the snarls and roars which were coming from the depths of the wood. Dad yelled Jacob's name once or twice, and said he was trying to alert Rosie telepathically, but it wasn't working. We began to get more frantic, and I could feel warm, hot, pulsing blood rushing round my body, I could feel a wave of a sort of excitement flowing through me, and I didn't even bother to think about how painful it must've been for Dad or Lizzie.

And then we got there. We arrived by the two animals ripping each other apart like a predator does with their pray. Rosie was a mountain lion - nimble, quick, undefeated. Jacob was the fool who had tried to challenge her. I just got a chance to see the ruby red blood steaming from Jacob's bronze body before dad yelled at me and Lizzie to run away.

"Dad! Dad, I can't just go!" He turned around. I had never seen him like this. His face was a stony white, his eyes full or horror and remorse and despair. His lips were parted over his mouth so that his sharp, pointy teeth were on display. He spat, with venom oozing from his voice, "go. Now."

Lizzie and I ran until we weren't tormented by the desperate yells and shouts anymore. We sat, side by side, on a small wooden bench in Chiswick. Neither of us talked, because there was nothing to say. Lots of little shoppers walked past us, completely oblivious to the facts that we were so aware of. Just as we sat, silent and still as stones, Sam appeared, just as stony faced as everyone else.

"Erm. I don't think the phrase, 'whats up?' is appropriate right now, but I don't have any other conversation in my head right now..." He was trying to be funny or something. I just sat there, thinking the worse. Hoping that neither of them were dead. There was certainly a lot of blood, and vampires don't have blood.

"Think of one then." Lizzie muttered in response to Sam's line. He understood that talking wasn't a option right now, and perched beside me on the bench. Wordlessly he put his arm round me, and even though it was as hard and cold as marble, it was oddly comforting. In return, I laid my head on his shoulder. I had never had a proper boyfriend like this, not with the cuddling thing. It was nice. Sam wasn't half bad at it either.

As I thought this I glanced up at him and his face told a story of pain. His eyes sparkled, but with what looked like tears. His mouth was twisted into an expression of unwilling pain, and his body was rigid.

"You okay?" I asked.

"I'm always okay." He replied sternly. I looked at his face for a long time, and suddenly lent forward to kiss him by his ear. I couldn't help myself, but I kissed him again, and again, and again, until I had kissed all along his jaw line. Lizzie was just sitting there, staring into eternity. When I had finished Sam let out a very, very quiet moan. I grinned despite what was going on.

"Jeez, you weren't meant to hear that." He muttered, and hung his head in an ashame manner.

"What are you talking about? I didn't hear anything." I lied, but Sam looked up as though he believed me.

"Are you okay?" I asked, repeating my question. I was tempted to use his response, before realising that we could be here all day if I did that, "not really. Jake and Rosie were, like, fighting." I said, deciding to state the obvious. I didn't actually know anything else, not for certain. I didn't know if Rosie or Jake was dead. I couldn't be sure...

Just then, dad appeared, surprisingly clean; he had no blood whatsoever on him. I was impressed. I did wonder how he managed to do that.

Then I looked up. I looked at his face. He nodded. I was confused, until I saw that he was nodding at Lizzie, who cupped her hand to her mouth in response.

"What? What's going on?" I asked, jumping up and running to my dad. I didn't want to know, i just wanted to have a hug from him, but even though I wrapped my arms arund him in a pathetic and childish way to try and make everything okay, he just stood there, limply, not sure what to do.

"Nessie. Jacob.... he's..."

"No! No! Don't say it! Don't say it, dad! You don't need to! Because he will be okay! He will be alright! You listen to me, he will be okay! I swear."

"Nessie..." Lizzie muttered. I spun round and glared at her, "you haven't even been here for me! You can't talk to me like you know best! Don't even speak to me! Don't even say anything! No one say anything! I want to see Jacob! I just want to see Jake!" I shrieked. Dad shook his head in disbelief, and Sam nodded half-heartedly. Lizzie ran away, "yeah! Run away, Lizzie! Run! You've had experience with that before!" I burst into tears as I saw Lizzie disappear behind a corner. I fell to the floor, and felt Sam's arms round me.

"Go away! You can't see me like this! Go away, Sam!" He did. He went away. He actually listened to me, for once. The one time I didn't want him to listen to me. I wanted him to be there, holding my broken body. Jacob could cause so much pain, even when he didn't mean to. He was dead. I knew he was dead and it was all my fault.

"Yes. He is. Nessie, it's not your fault. You must never, never say that it is your fault. Because it's not. Come here," dad said, scooping me into his arms and carrying me home. Home. Home without Jake.