I was going to torture myself by going there, no doubt about it. But I had to go. It was like I was slowly gaining more puzzle pieces to this mystery, and somehow that battleground held another piece to the puzzle. I would go back whether Jacob was willing to take me or not.

Without saying anything, I turned towards the house to go say goodbye to Charlie, but it seemed like Jacob was on board with my idea, since he was asking Paul and Seth if they would come along. As I walked towards the house slowly, I listened in on their conversation, not really caring to put a name to the voices I heard although I was almost certain Seth still wouldn't be talking.

"You guys can come, really. We'd be glad to have you, and maybe this will answer some questions."

"We've already been there, I don't want to go back."

"Not just there, I'm sure that's not the last place we'll go. Nessie won't stop until she finds someone that can lead her to her family, maybe even Sam."

"Sam's dead."

"You don't know for sure."

"I do. He would have come back. For Emily if not for us."

"Then maybe the people that survived were the ones who killed him. You can help us find them."

As the next answer was coming, I stepped inside, and out of hearing range.

"Charlie?" I called. There was no answer, and I listened closely. They weren't in the house. I walked back outside, slamming the door behind me and running to the other side of the house almost frantic. Where had they gone? I didn't even realize I had started calling Charlie's name. As I was running in circles around the house like a mad woman, the entire time Paul's story was running through my head, a pair of hands grabbed me and pulled me towards them. I didn't even know I was crying again.

"Nessie," they whispered gently, I couldn't see because my eyes were blurry, "Ness! They just went fishing. All of them. Charlie's ok." It was Jacob. He kept me close to him and whispered to me until I stopped acting so hysterical. He must have thought I was crazy, and frankly I was. Especially since that outburst didn't have much to do with Charlie not being there. I just didn't want him to get hurt, as far as I knew Charlie was the only relative in Forks I had left. Apart from my new uncle, Blake. But I didn't know Blake...I knew Charlie.

It took several minutes before I calmed down and I whispered, "I just wanted to say goodbye."

"We'll see him again." He smiled encouragingly, before leading me back to the rental car. In the back seat sat Paul and Seth, which meant they were coming with us. He opened the passenger door for me before getting into the driver seat and starting the car, "Well, off to the battlegrounds now." He said, slightly unenthusiastic.

I couldn't imagine why.

The drive seemed to go by quick. But that was probably because it only took us halfway there. The other half we had to walk, or in our case we ran it. They boys didn't really want to run, but once I started and Jake followed, the other two grudgingly did so as well. It took a good fifteen minutes, since it had been planned that this would be as far from Forks as possible, and that was running at our speeds. Of course, I was faster than the wolves when they were in their human forms. They could have changed to save time, but they were clearly in no rush.

I would have walked right past it, had I been looking for what Paul described. But I had remembered the location. But the grass and flowers had flourished over the ashes, it was actually...beautiful.

I walked to the center of the field, looking around me slowly. The boys stood on the outskirts, looking down. I saw where my family had stood and waited, and I saw where the Volturi entered. I saw the bushes in which Jake and I ran through to get away. From there, nothing else I recognized. There were fallen trees, from vampires getting smashed into them most likely. I walked around and touched a couple of them, before I spotted a boulder. The boulder was surrounded by smaller rocks, or so I thought. In reality, the boulder had actually been smashed, with it's pieces all around it. There were giant gash marks in the large bolder itself, and my fingers traced them. Did a werewolf do that? It looked too big to be done by a vampire, but too deep and precise to be done by a werewolf. In the end, I assumed it was actually a vampire that made the gauge. I felt bad for whoever was standing there.

The rest of the scene looked normal, and to my dismay none of my questions were answered by coming here. It was just like being in any empty field. Still, I couldn't help but shudder knowing that I was standing on top of ashes.

As I twirled around slowly once more, looking at the place for one last time before I decided to leave, something caught my eye. There was a gleam under the rock. It could have easily just been a fleck on the rock being reflected, but my curiosity made me check. I bent down, pushing the pebbles and dust off of it, revealing the silver oval attached to a black silk lace. I pulled it out and wiped it off, getting a better view. It was so familiar...I'd seen it somewhere before. On someone...

Then the realization struck. I knew exactly who it belonged to, but it didn't make any sense since they weren't even at the battle. But it all clicked, seeing this small necklace. It had been around the neck of it's owner every day, never had I seen it off. I was horrified coming to a realization, and with a gasp, another puzzle piece had been added.

But it didn't help me in any way. It actually hurt. Stung the heart, to be exact, like piercing needles. And from that moment I knew that one of my best hopes for finding out what happened might not be able to help me anymore.

Alice and Jasper had come back.