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Warning: Chapter contains mild language.

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I walked to my room across the hall and sat on my bed, looking around at the familiar furniture. A CD player sat to the right, covered with dust. I walked over and turned the player on, listening intently. The rich music hit me with force. The melody was quiet and then sincerely sweet. It was the song he had made for me. I sighed, brushing the tears from my cheeks.

If Alice was right, by some fluke, I could actually bring Edward back. It was pathetic, but I couldn't help imagining him holding me now, singing the melody softly into my ear.

Chapter Quote: I'm not sure that I'm even-tempered enough to handle that...You probably wouldn't like it so much if I killed your friend.


I was walking down an isolated street, the breeze gently tugging at my hair. A harmony wound through the air- soft at first, but continually increasing in volume. It sounded like howling—like wolves. I picked up my pace, turning down another corner. Something cold gripped my wrist and I whirled around. It was Edward. His eyes stared into mine with a cold and hard intensity. He was afraid. I tried to speak, but he hushed me.

"Time," he whispered. "You are running out of time." He turned and vanished, eaten up by the darkness.

I open my eyes
I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light
I can't remember how
I can't remember why
I'm lying here tonight

I woke up screaming. Ever since Alice had called a week ago, I'd been having the same dream repeatedly.

And I always woke up screaming.

I didn't know what it was that scared me. Maybe the eerie song of the wolves howl, or Edward, telling me I was running out of time. Running out of time to do what? To bring him back?

I groaned, clutching at my sides and bunching up in the blankets. It hurt too much to think about him.

And I can't stand the pain
And I can't make it go away
No I can't stand the pain

"Bella?" A voice called. It was Renee.

"I'm fine," I replied. Renee didn't have much experience with the screaming. The first time I'd woken up like that, she'd charged into the room with a baseball bat in her hands, looking around for some escaped murderer strangling me to death. It was very scary—more for me than for her.

After I'd explained to her that I sometimes got these bad dreams, she'd relaxed, and now, she no longer came in with a bat in her hands.

I had also told her about moving back to Forks. She hadn't seemed that surprised. She knew I liked it there. Anyway, we had already made a deal before even coming here: when Phil arrived from Florida, I would return to Forks. Phil had already come back a few days ago. My flight was scheduled for tomorrow morning. Hopefully Renee would be alright with just Phil and Lizzy.

My eyes glanced upward to the clock above my small desk. 10:30. It was Saturday, so Renee wasn't going to any of her classes. I should probably get up anyway, I thought. She didn't like it when I slept in too late. She said 'I was wasting the whole day in bed'. I sighed, shuffling towards my bathroom. I really wasn't a morning person. Sure, I'd wake up early if I had something to look forward to. I hadn't minded waking up before. My life actually had some meaning then. It was different now though. Everything was different now.

I pulled on loose shorts and a blue tank top, pulling my tangled hair up into a messy bun. I glanced at the mirror. I looked ghostly…too pale and sallow. I tried to fix a smile on my face, but it hurt too much and looked…out of place. I sighed, rushing down the steps to the kitchen. I tripped on the last step and caught myself at the last second, holding on to the banister.

Renee was at the kitchen, washing some type of food off her hands. I wondered what she was attempting to cook now. Phil was in the living room, holding Lizzy. The all American family. Well, sort of.

"Here Mom, I can help you with that." She turned around, a grateful look on her face.

"Thanks."

"What were you making?" I asked, curiously.

"Pancakes. But I was watching Lizzy and the batter sort of burnt." Burnt? How could you burn pancake batter? I wasn't going to ask. I set to work cleaning the pans and pouring a new mix in the pot. I could feel her gazing at me.

"What?" I asked. She sighed.

"What am I going to do when you leave? It'll be so boring around here."

"I'll come back to Phoenix. It's not like I'm leaving forever Mom." It's not like I'm going to leave you for all eternity. It's not I'll rip your heart into tiny little pieces, causing you to see no reason to live anymore. I'll still be here Mom. At least you'll still have a purpose in life.

How could this happen to me
I made my mistakes
Got no where to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me

"I know, but it's not the same without you." She paused. "You know, I've been meaning to ask you. How was Forks? Are you still dating that guy? What's his name…Edmund or something…?" My fingers dug into my palms. Searing pain entered my mind. I tried to fight it back. I tried not to double over, clutching my chest. I tried not to show her how much it was hurting me.

Everybody's screaming
I try to make a sound but no one hears me
I'm slipping off the edge
I'm hanging by a thread
I wanna start this over again

"It's Edward Mom, and we're taking a—a break for a while." My voice cracked in two places.

"Oh, I'm sorry honey. I thought you two had a sort of connection..."

"We did." I'd told her only part of the truth, but the pain still came nevertheless…

How could this happen to me
I made my mistakes
Got no where to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me

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ALICE POV

"I called you all here for one reason and one reason only—to talk about Edward." Esme grimaced and I could tell Emmett was straining not to show his pain. We were all seated at the dining table. Everyone was quiet, wrapped in their own thoughts.

"Now you all know that Bella doesn't know the truth. And we can't tell her. She's not going to be able to handle it. She thinks Victoria's coven killed him. If she finds out the truth—that Jacob Black and his pack was the one that killed Edward, she'll commit suicide for sure." Emmett's fist landed on the table, sending a crack through the middle.

"He's a stupid bastard!" he yelled. "He killed Edward. The whole pack ganged up on him. I saw it with my own eyes! Why are we just sitting here, shrugging it off likes it's no big deal?"

"Quiet Emmet," I shouted. He looked at me, a murderous look in his eyes. "You think that I don't care? You think that Edward doesn't matter to me? He was my brother too and I loved him." My voice softened. "I'm saying this for our own good. If we go after one of them, there will be a war for all of us."

I looked at each and every one of them. Emmett, Jasper, Rosalie, Esme, and Carlisle. I couldn't afford to lose anyone else. Carlisle was the first to speak.

"We'll see what happens. If Bella can work it out, she will. Until then, we shouldn't do anything." And with that, he got up and left the room.

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BELLA POV

The phone rang. I jumped, startled.

"Bella, it's for you," Renee shouted. I looped around the bed and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" I heard the click as Renee hung up.

"Bella, it's me." I heard a rough voice say.

"Jacob?" I questioned.

"Yeah." He paused.

"What is it Jacob?"

"Are you ok Bella?" he asked, shakily. "I mean is everything ok?" He seemed worried. I hadn't told him about…about Edward…had I?

"I'm fine Jacob. Are you ok? You seem…different."

"Yeah, I'm…I'm fine. I just wanted to check up on you. See how you're doing."

No, I remembered. I hadn't told him about…well, about him.

"Um," he said. "I…I have to go. I'll talk to you later Bells."

"Bye Jake." The click sounded and I put the phone back. There was something in his voice. Something, that just…just wasn't right.

I sighed. I would have to visit him when I got back. I wondered what he was up to…

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JACOB POV

"She didn't sound that bad," I said, hanging up the phone.

"See?" said Paul. "She's fine." I shook my head.

"I know Bella. She covers up her emotions really well. If she finds out that we were the ones that killed him…"

"It was a mistake Jacob," Sam said, lounging on the counter. "We thought he was part of the red-head's pack. He shouldn't have even been there in the first place. Don't blame this on yourself. You'll just make things worse than they already are." I shrugged, and walked out of the house into the misty evening. I didn't want to hurt Bella. I wasn't even planning on killing the bloodsucker…He was just…there…She would have to understand. We were enemies. It was in our blood to kill the other. I sighed, shoving my hands into the pockets of my torn up jeans.

The bloodsucker didn't mean much at all to me, but to Bella…now that was a different story…


A/N: Didn't think you would expect that twist in the story! I wasn't even planning on writing it that way, it just sort of came like that…Anyway, I hope you liked it!

Summary: So Bella's plane leaves tomorrow for Forks…Bella doesn't know who killed Edward. She always thought it was one of the vampires in Victoria's coven…Only the Cullens and Sam's pack know. Alice is keeping the truth from Bella because she doesn't want to cause her more grief. How would you feel if your best friend murdered your one true love?

I don't want it to seem like Jacob is this evil wolf who kills Bella's love on purpose…Jake and the pack thought that Edward was helping Victoria hurt Bella and Charlie. And so, they basically all ganged up and killed him…

Song: Untitled by Simple Plan

…Don't worry, the story will get happier as it moves along…

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