Who gave her up?
Jacob.
Why?
It was an accident.
Explain.
He thought I was Leah.

B-POV

As we walked into the Cullen's house, it amazed me that no more than a few hours ago this place had been a war zone, dried blood everywhere, headless wolves...and now it was spotless, and always. Alice was sitting on the stairs, and as soon as I walked in she was hugging me, squealing.

"Congratulations, Bella!" She hugged tighter.

"Um, Alice...?" I choked. She giggled and let me go. She was smiling broadly. "So you're not angry about the dress?" Her grin faded a bit.

"Well...I suppose not. It's not like you can wear it ever again, anyway. That would be a faux pas! I'll have it dry cleaned for you immediately. Come on, let's go upstairs. I want details." She grabbed my hand and was pulling me up the stairs. I laughed, and looked back at Edward. I blew him a kiss before I was sucked into the vortex of Alice's closet.

"Didn't you see everything? Why do you want details?"

"Oh, silly Bella. I just saw that you guys had done it. I don't know when or where or...anything!" She turned to me practically jumping out of her skin. "TELL ME BELLA! THIS IS CRUEL!" It was my turn to giggle.

"Well...I went to First Beach in La Push because I didn't understand what was going on, here. I found a mattress to sit on...and then Edward came, told me about the shapeshifters, and then we kissed and our clothes came off and..." I trailed off, blushing. Alice came over, setting clothes down for me and getting in my face.

"Was it good?"

"It was perfect." Alice squealed, hugging me again. Then she threw the clothes over her shoulder and pulled me into the bathroom. "I really hate when you play Bella Barbie," I huffed.

"Oh, I know. But it's for your own good! And it helps me. I can't remember anything of my human life," Alice replied, widening her eyes and pouting. She truly did look sad. I sighed.

"I know you can't. But it's not for my own good! What did I ever get out of it? Prom." We both grinned at the memory. Alice picked up a brush and ran it through my hair. She was tying it back into a ponytail. She left a few strands in the front, and put the rest in a tie. She started to put on eyeshadow. "Alice, can you please tell me about the shapeshifters?" I felt the brush pause on my eye, and then resume.

"Bella, that's not something Edward wants to discuss with you. All we know is that they're here, and they attacked. We don't know why they wanted you, or anything for that matter. We are doing our best to figure them out."

"There are no stories or anything?" Alice sighed.

"Look, Bella. Edward doesn't want me to tell you anything, and as much as I'd like to, I can't afford to have him upset with me right now." With that, she brushed the final stroke of lip gloss on my bottom lip, and allowed me to look at myself. I looked pretty good, I had to admit. "You look like a Cullen," Alice mused from behind me. I turned and gazed into her deep golden eyes.

"Not quite." I rubbed my arm, which was not as pale. I touched under my eyes, which were brown. I touched the few imperfections on my face. "I'm hopelessly imperfect." Alice wrapped her arms around me.

"You're perfect to Edward." I forced a smile.

"Yeah. You're right." My cell phone jingled in the pocket of my jeans. I answered it, not checking who was calling.

"Hi, Bells." It was Charlie. "I was hoping to catch you before you left. Um..."

"Spit it out, Dad."

"Well...I was kind of wondering why you decided to go through your stuff while I wasn't here."

"What?"

"Your stuff," he retorted, sounding hurt. "We were going to go through it together, decide what you could leave here...and I come home to find that you've done it yourself." He sighed. "I just wanted a little more time with you." I racked my brain.

"Sorry, Dad. Edward just told me that he bumped up the date of the honeymoon. We leave really early tomorrow morning. You know Alice, having to do everything. She insisted that we go through my stuff. I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's alright, Bella. I was just curious." There was silence. "Okay, well, I have to go. The game's on."

"Bye, Dad. I love you."

"Bye, Bells. Send me a postcard or something from your honeymoon."

"Can do. Bye."

"Bye." He hung up. I peered up into Alice's questioning eyes. I must have looked scared because she sat down and held me.

"What's wrong, Bella?"

"Somebody went through my stuff," I replied shakily. Alice's grip tightened, and a few seconds later Edward walked in the door. He held out his hand to me, and I stood up, taking it.

"Are you alright, Bella?" he asked me, concerned. I guessed my face showed my fear.

"Yeah," I lied. "Just confused." We walked to Edward's Volvo.

"Charlie is watching the game, is he not?" I nodded. "So if we snuck in your window, he wouldn't know?" I shrugged.

"Probably not...but I doubt my window's open." Edward grinned slightly.

"It's open. Charlie left that room exactly the way you had it...kind of like a parent when their child dies, rather than gets married." I couldn't help but giggle a little at the absurdity of Charlie. He really was a strange man, but I adored him. We pulled up to my house, and Edward ran up through the window. I gasped as I looked around my room. It was a warzone, with clothes and various other things of mine strewn everywhere.

"Yeah," I whispered harshly to Edward. "This is exactly how I left my room." We walked carefully through the debris, trying not to disturb anything. It seemed like Edward was trying to find a method to the madness. He stopped, and scrunched his nose. "What do you smell?" I asked.

"Roses," he replied grimly.

"Roses?" He nodded, and held out one of my shirts for me to smell. I only smelled me. "This smells like me."

"Yes. But the entire room smells like roses. It's..." he trailed off.

"What?" I asked. "Tell me. Edward!"

"The shapeshifters. They were the ones in your room. They smell like roses." I gasped, and let my shirt fall to the floor. Edward came to me, and put his arm around my waist. I leaned into him.

"What do they want with me, Edward?" I asked wearily. "What does anyone want with me? Why am I always in the middle of these things?" Edward stroked my hair in silence for a minute.

"I don't know, Bella," he said. I looked at him, and he looked pained. I touched his cheek.

"Don't worry about it, Edward. We'll figure it out. It'll all be okay." Edward sighed.
"Bella, the thing about shapeshifters is that they have the best of both worlds-human and vampire. The first shapeshifter was a vampire who could change her shape. She taught others, but accidently taught a human. That vampire's mate was able to make it so no other humans could do it by biting them gently just behind the ear and letting a little venom into them. This didn't kill any of them or make them vampires because he never drew blood. He bit the woman, too, of course, but he was unable to make it so that her kin couldn't do it. All of her kin thereafter have been shapeshifters, but partly vampiric because of the venom, which the woman seemed to be immune to. Her body never got rid of it, and all her children were born with it, and the ability to shift shapes whenever they pleased. It's difficult to kill shapeshifters because they are part vampire, and as I've told you, vampires are nearly impossible to kill."

"But you killed four of them..."

"In wolf-form. They won't make it so easy for us again." I clutched to Edward.

"Does that mean that there are still vampires in the world who can shape shift?" Edward nodded, seeming a bit uncomfortable. I narrowed my eyes at him. "You can do it, can't you?" He sighed.

"Carlisle was one of the vampires that was taught by the first one. When he changed all of us, he taught us. He said it would be helpful in times of desperation." I stared at him. "But we can't do it as well or as long as the shapeshifters. They can become someathing as stay in that form for as long as it pleases them. Eternity, if they wish. But we that learn, however, can only stay in that shape as long as we think about it. That's how I was able to follow you all those times."

"In Port Angeles, on that night...?" He nodded.

"I wasn't in my own form that night. I turned into an older gentleman that I saw going into his home to go to bed. I was forced to become inanimate objects when you got to the bad part of Port Angeles. A trashcan here, a cigarette butt there. Once they decided to follow you I had to sit and wait in that one position because they would notice if I started following. I knew what they were going to do, so I had to run and get the Volvo in order to rescue you." I stared at him in disbelief.

"Any other times you stalked me?" He sighed, grinning crookedly.

"It's all in the past, Bella. Unfortunately, this is your present." I looked around at the messy room, but somehow it didn't phase me because my future was holding me tight.

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