A/n: I'm back! I'm not going to apologize for the absence, because you guys are probably sick of hearing it, but just know that I'm glad to be back. I've decided to go in a different direction with this story, one that would make this the penultimate chapter. I like this new version a lot better, because it keeps things fresh and exciting. I don't want this to go stale and taper off; I want it to be awesome from start to finish!

Also, I still haven't managed to buy the rights to Twilight and Professor Layton. Not that I'm trying to; I just don't have 'em.

Edward, having arrived at the airport, bought his tickets and made his way through security. He smiled, knowing that his clingy lamb would soon come to her senses and realize her mistake. She would hurry to Italy, ignore his pale, flabby chest, and leap into his arms. She would profess her eternal love for him, and he would profess his back. Then they would kiss passionately, make up, and travel back to the States. It was a simple plan, and Edward knew it would work – after all, it had already worked once before.

Meanwhile, as Layton pulled into the driveway at the Cullen household, a gentle rain began to fall from the cloudy sky. Layton put the car in park, and he, Bella, and Luke sat in silence for a moment.

"Oh dear," muttered Layton, turning to look in the back seat. "It appears that we've forgotten to bring an umbrella."

"That's okay," said Bella. "I'm not a witch; I won't melt."

Luke grumbled quietly in the back seat; he hadn't forgotten Bella's cruel feast upon the poor doe Layton had accidentally hit. He could still picture the crimson blood staining her teeth while the deer wailed in the background. At that point, pure hate had driven the lovelorn mists from Luke's eyes, revealing Bella to be what she really was: a terrible monster. Luke could hardly fathom why he had ever even liked her in the first place.

"Nonsense," said Layton. "It won't do to have a young lady walk herself to the door."

"No, truly-"

"Luke, why don't you accompany her?"

Unbeknownst to Layton, a silent groan arose from both Bella and Luke. Bella didn't want some snot-nosed kid shoehorning himself between her and Layton. He had done nothing but get in the way ever since she laid eyes on him.

Luke was not too keen on having to walk out into the rain, either, especially for the benefit of some bloodthirsty creep. But still, he was Layton's apprentice, and Luke had to do what Layton asked.

By this time, the gentle drizzle had increased to a sizable downpour. Fat raindrops splattered on the car's roof and windshield. Luke, not wanting to get wet, dug under the seats in front of him.

"Layton's apprentice saves the day!" He crowed as he pulled out two sizeable garbage bags.

"Trash bags?" Layton asked. "Ah! Very clever, Luke! You can wear them as ponchos! Bella, just tear a hole there so you can see through it. You too, Luke. Be careful not to choke!"

Bella and Luke donned their bags, stepped out of the car, and dashed up to the house. Luke looked expectantly up at Bella while she dug out her keys from her pocket. She may have been a terrible monster, but that didn't mean he couldn't use a kiss.

"Beat it, kid," Bella said as she opened her door and stepped inside. She had guessed what was on that kid's mind, and she didn't like it one bit. Luke sighed, and ran back to the car.

Inside her house, Bella ducked out of her makeshift poncho. Suddenly, she whirled around and screamed. An evil-looking man with a red and purple coat clamped a hand firmly over her mouth and pushed her against the wall. He tied her hands together behind her back, plastered a strip of duct tape over her mouth, and shoved her into the nearby closet. As Bella fell against the many coats and shoes inside the closet, she frantically wondered why she wasn't able to use her super-strength to fight her way out of the situation. But then she remembered: vampire super-strength existed only in her books.

Bella did not know it, but Don Paolo had struck again.

A/n: Did any of you see the movie version of New Moon? Then you know that pale and flabby are perfect descriptions of Edward's chest. For those of you who haven't seen it, please don't. You may be scarred for life if you do.

Anyways, thanks for keeping up with this! I'm really happy this is so popular! The last installment will be coming soon, so make sure to leave a review and share this with your friends!