Okay so this is a short-ish one, enjoy...

He had been here less than a day ago; he had passed this same path. I could smell his scent o the bark and on the debris heading west, I automatically adjusted my course.

After almost two years of tracking this monster it wasn't surprising that I fell back into my old habits, I crouch towards the ground, running but not at full speed, he had carried on in a straight path, like he knew exactly where he was going. What was surprising is the fact that he was back in forks. I was sure he had left, I hadn't actively searched for a fresh trail, Bella took up most of my thoughts.

The scent got stronger, my legs quickened, if I could find his place of rest, a place he lingered, I would be one step closer to tracking his most likely course. It would be a lot easier if I knew what he was in Forks for.

Before I could speculate, the small lodge I had found Bella in came into my view, her scent still faintly touched the air, almost diminished by the forest, and James' scent.

I raced up the steps and flung the door open, desperate to find his scent strong, that he had come back here. I was right, he was here, but he had left, not a few hours ago. He had doubled back from the living area, where I found Bella,

Bella.

He was here for Bella, he must have been, he left her here for me to find, to lead my off his trail, and now he was here, I could tell he didn't enter any other room in the house, he must have come back for her.

But what did he expect to find? His pet crouching in the corner days after he abandoned her? Would she really have been so terrified of him that she wouldn't have moved?

My biggest concern was for her now, if I had crossed his scent in the trees, I know he would've caught hers and mine leading from here to my home, he was a far more superior tracker than I.

I hurtled myself through the open doorway and through the forest, I had to get home, I had to protect Bella, if he had found her...I couldn't even make myself think of the things he could've done, what he would do. I had to focus all of my energy on making it back to my home before he could.

Before the house came into view his scent stopped, just stopped, it didn't turn off, change course or anything, it just stopped. My mind flew through the possibility that he was still here, but I couldn't hear his thoughts, I argued with myself that he must have just doubled back on himself.

I flew into the house at an inhuman speed to find Bella sitting on the sofa reading a hardback copy of Emily Brontë's work, she seemed startled at my sudden appearance and stood up to walk towards me.

"Edward what is it?" her voice sounded worried.

I thought about telling her what I had found in the forest, I thought about how she would react, she seemed to be adjusting here, she seemed to feel safe, and she was different from the girl I had rescued. In such a short time span it was a miracle, but as selfish as it was, I knew it was partly because of me, I had made her feel safe. I could never tell her that she wasn't safe with me, the news of James' return would surely damage her again, and I couldn't do that.

I would protect her, I would keep her safe, and I would kill James, and she would never have to know, she would never be plagued with the nightmare that he was indeed coming back for her.

"It's nothing, I thought I heard something," I smiled naturally at her, "I overreacted," she smiled back at me, "Emily Brontë?" I said trying to distract her, it worked.

the next chapter is a long one, its also a VERY important one in the relationship between Edward and Bella, I'll proberly post it later on today...