We had decided to head over to Edwards house to avoid awkward questioning at Charlie's house. There was no doubt he would want to know why we were back from the movies so early and I couldn't tell him that Jacob had refused to talk to me after I promised Charlie I would try to make things work. Edward remained quiet until we reached the road that led to his large house.

"I'm going to have to tell them that the dog told a human about us."

"I know" was all I managed to say. I still couldn't believe that Jacob could have told Abby about the Cullen's. What would he have hoped to get out of revealing their secret? We reached the house when I suddenly felt happy at remembering something Jacob had once told me. He couldn't tell Abby. It was an order from Sam that he couldn't tell anyone their secret. Unless...Unless he could talk about the Cullen's, the bloodsuckers, but not himself. But Abby must have known about Jacob. How could she not? She must have felt his hot hand in hers. Maybe she figured it out, just like I did. The happiness I felt flooded from me.

Edward opened my door for me and the two of us walked up the large wooden steps and into the house. Alice came gliding down the stairs ever so gracefully with a worried look on her face. "Ran into Jacob, did you?"

"Yeah," I mumbled.

She turned to Edward. "Who was that blond girl you were talking to, huh?" She nudged him with her elbow. Alice must have seen Edward and Abby when I had pulled Jacob away from them.

"That would be the dog's new girlfriend who knows about us." Edward still sounded angry about the encounter tonight.

The word "girlfriend" had stung me. I had a feeling that Abigail would have been his girlfriend but the way Edward said it caused a slight pain to form in my chest. Why am I so worried over this? I kept the boundaries up between me and Jacob so I should be happy that he moved on, shouldn't I?

I hadn't noticed the rest of the family enter the hallway until I heard Carlisle speak. "This isn't good," he began, stepping in front of me and Edward. "That boy is putting that girl in as much danger with the Volturi as Bella is."

"Edward" Esme walked towards us, placing a hand on Edwards shoulder, "are you absolutely sure she knows what we are?"

"I don't see how else she would know my name unless he told her about us, me at the very least."

I was beginning to feel uneasy. "You aren't going to do anything to Jacob or Abby are you?"

Neither Esme nor Carlisle looked at me. I knew that knowing about the existence of vampires was a dangerous thing but once the Volturi got involved there was no end to the possibilities that could happen. I worried enough when Jacob was going after Victoria...but the Volturi...I shuddered at the thought.

"I'll go talk to him." I said. All heads turned to me. "I'll go talk to Jacob."

"Absolutely not. I will not have you wandering somewhere I can't go to talk to an unstable werewolf." The fierceness of Edward's voice made me cringe a bit.

"Jacob has never hurt me." As soon as I said those words I instantly regretted it. Edward took that as a hit towards him and how he had left me almost a year ago. It was a lie though. Jacob had hurt me, just not in a physical way. He had always managed to control himself from turning into the large wolf while his temper got the best of him. "Edward, just trust me. Trust him. I'll be fine."

"Bella has a point, Edward," Carlisle agreed, to be answered back by a curled lip from Edward. "I don't think Jacob would hurt her and it's really quite crucial we find out just how much this girl knows."

"Fine!" Edward snapped."But we're not waiting until he is back on his land! We're going now." He pulled me, a little too forcefully, towards his car again. The grip he had on my wrist was beginning to hurt. This side of Edward began to scare me. I had seen him mad before...but never like this. He was overreacting and actually causing me physical pain.

"Edward!" We stopped in front of the Volvo. He released my wrist where I saw a large bruise forming. I rubbed it, utterly surprised by his actions. When I looked up into Edwards face he looked completely horrified at what he had done.

"Bella, I'm so-"

"It's fine Edward, don't worry about it." I tore open the car door. "Let's just go, okay?"

He slid into the car and started the ignition. I could feel my wrist throbbing but I refused to rub it to ease the pain. Edward was clearly sorry at what he had done and rubbing it would have only made him feel worse. We sped down the road back towards Port Angeles in silence. Several times Edward had opened his mouth to say something, but he quickly closed his mouth.

"So what are you going to be doing while I try to talk to Jacob?" I asked, unable to stand the silence anymore.

"Try and find the girl and see what she knows."

The upcoming confrontation between me and Jacob was causing me to shake. I don't know if I could stand watching him walk away from me again. And what is going to happen if he really did tell Abigail about the Cullen's? To get my mind off of this I began fiddling with Edwards radio and settle for a station playing soft rock. This relaxed me a bit so I laid my head against the leather headrest and closed my eyes.

The minutes passed by quickly and we were soon pulling into the parking lot of the theater had made it just in time since large crowds were walking out the doors. I began scanning the rows of cars for Jacob's Rabbit. I spotted it two rows over.

"Park here." I was going to try and keep Edward away from Jacob while I questioned him, though I knew he would hear us anyways. Perhaps Jacob would talk to me more without Edward around...at least...I hope he will. "Don't come near us." I jumped out the door before Edward could protest. Darting past the cars I managed to reach Jacobs car without stumbling or tripping despite my nervousness.

The chattering voices were becoming louder and groups of people passed me to their cars. Off in the distance I heard a motorcycle zoom out of the parking lot that brought back memories of my motorcycle riding days with Jacob. Thinking about the first time I rode a motorcycle kept my attention away from Jacob, who had quietly walked up to where I was standing.

"What are you doing here, Bella?" His voice was quiet. When I turned to face him he looked away, hands in his pockets, and kicked a small rock that was near his foot. His date was nowhere to be seen.

"Did you tell Abigail anything about the Cullen's?" Best be straight forward with him.

His head snapped up to look at me, his eyes furious. "It's always about them, isn't it? You ditch all your friends to be with the filthy bloodsuckers and you come here with the nerve to ruin my date and ask about the Cullen's. What's wrong with you, Bella? Don't you know how to take a hint when to leave someone alone?"

Those words stung me worse than I could have ever expected, but I could feel myself growing angry inside. "Jacob I came here to ask you one simple question with a yes or no answer. I didn't ask to hear your stupid rambling!"

My words seemed to have the same effect that his had on me. For an instant it looked as if I had hurt him, but his face quickly switched back to fury, his body beginning to shake. He shoved past me and walked swiftly walked to the driver's side door. He jerked the door open but stopped before getting in. "Then no, Bella. I didn't tell my girlfriend about you and your filthy bloodsuckers." He ducked his tall body into the small car and slammed the door, started the car, and sped away from me.

I felt ten times worse than I had when I first left the theater parking lot. This whole Jacob thing kept getting worse each time we saw each other and I knew that this was making Edward happy, though he would never admit it. There would be nothing he would like more than for me to completely cut ties with Jacob but I refused to. Jacob helped me through too much and I'm not about to just give up on him. So with those thoughts rushing through my head I reluctantly walked back to Edwards's car.

The drive back to Forks was depressing. Well, it was depressing for me. Edward seemed quite elated after the argument between me and Jacob. His words were still ringing in my ears, though I couldn't say I didn't deserve them. It did always sound like I was making things about Edward and his family even though I had not intended it to be.

"So did you find Abigail?" I asked. I still sounded upset.

"Yes, but she drove off before I could find out anything."

"And what about--"

"Wolf boy was telling the truth. He didn't say anything about us, which still does complicate things a bit."

"How?" Though I had a feeling I know the answer.

"It doesn't explain how she knew who...and what I am." It had begun raining now and thankfully Edward had slowed down his driving without me having to ask.

He continued on. "When I read his mind, he hadn't ever said anything about me or the others. He had only talked about you. So it doesn't explain how she knew my name to begin with."

It seemed like this who ordeal had taken days, even though it had only been hours since I first saw Jacob with Abigail. It was just so...weird. Nothing made sense. Jacob's sudden hatred of me, his new girlfriend and how Edward wasn't able to read her mind clearly. How does she know that Edward is a vampire? And speaking of vampire...what about that goddess of a vampire I saw with Jacob? Did I imagine it?

I thought it best to ask then to drive myself crazy with my own questions. "So you..um..didn't smell a vampire anywhere? At all?"

He eyed me strangely. "No, why?"

"Well it's just that I thought I saw one, standing next to Jacob. Actually, I thought I saw it holding his hand...but when I looked back Abby was there. And the same thing happened again when we were in the parking lot with them. I probably just imagined it all..."

"Why didn't you tell me this sooner?" he demanded.

"I didn't think it was important." I said in my defense. "You said you didn't smell a vampire anywhere and I doubt you guys can hide your smell so I didn't think anything of it. Just...forget I said anything. I really do think I just imagined it...I'm being paranoid."

"Bella, you don't have to worry about vampires coming to hurt you. I swore to you that I wouldn't let anything hurt you and I intend to follow through on that. But, humor me. What did this vampire girl look like?"

I felt my face growing hot with embarrassment as I describe the imaginary girl. "Well, for one, I think Rosalie would absolutely hate her."

He looked at me with a questionable face. "What do you mean?"

"This girl was gorgeous." I suddenly felt elated, excited to describe my made up vampire instead of feeling embarrassed. "She had really pretty hair. It was long and wavy and...Well it was kind of the same color as yours. And I think Rosalie would absolutely hate her figure."

He inclined his head to me with a smile on his face, a smile that quickly vanished and was replaced with a grimace. "You say her hair was kind of the same color as mine?"

"Well, not kind of. Exactly like your hair color which proves even more that I imagined her. No one has the same color hair as you."

We were in front of my house before I knew it and Edward was at my door, opening it like the gentlemen he was. A plan was forming in my head as we approached my front door. I would wait until the next time Edward went out hunting, then I would drive myself up to La Push and talk to Jacob. I wasn't going to accept that we couldn't be friends anymore. After all me and Jacob went through, I will not have it end because the Cullen's were back.

As we passed my truck I saw that the back tire was no longer flat. I wondered when Edward had had time to call Emmett, but the thought quickly went from my mind. Charlie was peering through the living room window at us.

"So what are you going to do...about Abby I mean?"

"I'm not sure yet. We'll probably look into her a bit more. I still don't like how she knew who I was." He turned to face me. "I'm probably going to head up to Seattle tonight with Alice and try and see if we can track down the newborn vampire."

"Oh, okay." I said, looking down. I still did not like the idea of Edward, or any member of his family for that matter, going off and trying to find the unpredictable vampire.

He placed his cold hand underneath my chin and lifted my face to his. "I'll be back tonight. Don't worry." He pressed his cold lips to mine and I felt my heart flutter. Damn, every time he did that I always forgot what we were talking about.

I walked into the front door and locked it behind me as I heard Edwards's car pull out of the driveway.

"How was the movie?" Charlie asked me from the kitchen. I could hear his shoes squeaking on the linoleum floor. He must still be in his police uniform.

"It was good," I lied. With Edward gone in Seattle I didn't have to wait until the next time he went hunting to go up to La Push. "Hey dad, is it okay if I go up to Billy's house and visit Jacob? I know it's kind of late but I really want to see him."

Charlie seemed absolutely ecstatic about this. He walked over to the front door and sure enough, he was wearing his police uniform, gun belt and all. "Sure! But make sure you have your house key for when you get home. I want you to lock all the doors and windows up. The station got a call in, there was another body found in Seattle and they want us out there to help. I may be out there until tomorrow."

I shivered. First Edward and Alice are going up to Seattle and now Charlie. I swear I'm going to have gray hair by the time I'm nineteen. And I say nineteen because that is the age I refused to go over before I become a vampire.

"Bye dad, be safe." I said as he walked out the door, locking it behind himself. I waited until Charlie's cruiser pulled out of the driveway before I headed for the garage door. Ever since I heard that motorcycle speed off from the movie theater I've been craving to get back on my own red motorcycle. I was being stupid and I knew if Charlie ever found out that I had driven the motorcycle again I wouldn't be able to walk on our own front lawn for months. But I just couldn't resist.

There in the corner of the garage was my own personal motorcycle. My skin tingled as I approached it. It had been months since I had last ridden it but I was pretty confident in my riding skills by now. From the last time Jacob and I rode together I managed to correctly use both brakes and I could effectively turn without falling. Riding up to La Push would be the longest time I had spent on the motorcycle, but if Edward was going to be reckless and go to Seattle to find a vampire, then I was going to be reckless and ride a motorcycle to go see a werewolf that had once been my best friend.