Hello, everyone! It has been such a long time since I updated, and I am super sorry for that. A lot has been going on with school lately, but things are starting to wind down so I should have more time to update this story. This chapter has been a work in the making for at least a month, and I hope everyone enjoys it!

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Vi

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"And arabesque. There you go, Isabella! Make sure to keep your back leg straight, ah, there. Yes, that is beautiful. Keep up the good work."

I held my pose as Madame Holman corrected my posture and observed my arabesque. I had just started classes at the Pacific Northwest Ballet School a little over a week ago, and getting back into the routine of things was painful. I had not danced in a little over six months and now that I was dancing again there was bound to be some pain. My feet had grown accustomed to not wearing Pointe shoes and it was almost excruciating to dance in them now. My muscles ached all over and it felt like learning how to go en Pointe all over again, but training at the Pacific Northwest Ballet School was worth it.

The Pacific Northwest Ballet School, or PNBS as most people called it, was located in Seattle and run by the Pacific Northwest Ballet Company. It is one of the leading schools in the country and I was just lucky enough to get a spot in some of the classes. Right now, I was taking seven classes a week. Five technique classes on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday from five o'clock to six-thirty, one Pointe variations class on Tuesday from six-thirty to seven-thirty, and one Pas de deux class on Thursday from six-thirty to seven-thirty. It was a lot, but I had taken just as many, if not more, classes in Phoenix. I was also practicing on my own free time at home on the wood floor in our house. It was almost embarrassing how out of shape I was and I had to limber up some more.

Edward and Alice were there for me through it all. They drove me to classes in Seattle, waited and watched in the room usually reserved for parents, and took me home on most days. Occasionally, Jasper came with them. I was lucky to have great friends like them, but something, actually someone, was missing and that was Rosalie. She had been rather frigid to me ever since she found out I knew her family's secret. I really, truly missed her, but Alice and Emmett both reassured me that I just needed to give her some space and she would come around in her own time.

I finished my technique class with a reverence and I quickly relaxed and wiped the sweat off my forehead. Alice and Edward were watching in the window of the parents' waiting room and I was ready to go home and fall down in my bed. I was exhausted.

"Isabella, would you mind if I spoke with you for a minute?" Madame Holman came up to me before I could leave the classroom. She always insisted on calling me Isabella even after I told her time and time again that my name was Bella.

"I don't mind," I assured her. Everyone else had already left the classroom. It was late and most people, myself included, had schoolwork to do.

"I would just like to tell you how beautifully I think you dance for being out for six months," She smiled warmly at me. Madame Holman was a wonderful instructor and I really did enjoy having her. She was not overly critical, but she didn't sugar coat anything either. "You know that we have the production of Swan Lake coming up soon and I think you should try out. If you work hard, I think that you could be ready for at least the role of a little cygnet."

"I'll have to think about it," I told her. I had only just started back and it was going to take a lot of work to at least be ready to be a little swan, or cygnets as they are called.

"Yes, just get back to me on it, and remember, if you do decide to tryout, I will be here to help," She assured me before letting me go.

I threw on a pair of sweat pants and a matching jacket over my black leotard and pink tights and carefully pulled my Pointe shoes off my feet. There were blisters, bruised toe nails, and calluses coming up, but these were the feet of a ballerina and all ballerinas' feet looked similar to mine.

Alice bombarded me with questions about Swan Lake the moment I entered the waiting room. She wanted to know what I thought about the ballet and who all was I trying out against.

"Alice, I haven't even decided if I'm going to audition or not," I laughed as she led the way to Edward's car which was parked about a block away. There was limited parking where we practiced.

"You definitely should," She squealed. "I can see it now, Bella Swan as Odette, the Swan Princess."

"I highly doubt that," Odette was a role that would go to a girl who hadn't dropped ballet for six months, not one that was just starting up again. "Tryouts are in two months and there is no way I'll be ready to play Odette."

"You've played Odette before, haven't you?" She asked. Edward looked at me surprised before his facial expression melted into something else. I could only guess what Alice was telling him in her mind.

"Yes, along time ago," I sighed. "It takes a lot of time to get back into the routine of things. I'm so out of shape it's not even funny. I'm surprised the other girls aren't laughing at me in class."

Edward snorted indignantly and I looked at him strangely, "If you're out of shape, Bella, then what is in shape? You are such a beautiful dancer, everyone could barely keep their eyes off of you during that last class. You just don't see yourself properly, and you don't hear what the other girls are thinking about you. They are in awe of your talent."

"If you're this good out of shape, I'd hate to see you when you are in shape," Alice laughed. Her laugh was like the tinkling of bells and I couldn't help but smile when I heard it.

We got to Edward's shiny, silver Volvo and Edward through my dance bag, which he had been carrying, into the backseat before getting in the car and zooming off through Seattle. I sat in the passenger seat beside him and Alice was in the backseat. I always felt bad when they came to Seattle with me. I was putting them out of their way.

"You know you don't have to do this," I sighed as Edward maneuvered his way swiftly through the crowded streets of Seattle.

"What?" Edward asked. He hadn't been expecting my question and I was pretty sure that Alice had been telling him something through her mind.

"You don't have to take me to Seattle. I can drive myself, you know. I'm not your responsibility."

"Bella, you're really silly sometimes," Alice giggled. That was all she said, as if me being silly was an explanation.

"We don't feel like we have to take you, we want to," Edward explained. He always had a knack for making me feel better.

"You aren't a burden to us," Alice chimed in. "We know that we don't have to take you, but Edward and I just like watching you dance. Like he said earlier, you dance beautifully. Oh, and Edward doesn't feel comfortable letting you go off by yourself in a big city like Seattle."

I rolled my eyes, but I was happy with her answer, "Edward, you do know that Phoenix is about three times bigger than Seattle. I can take care of myself just fine."

"Bella, we aren't the only vampires in the world," Edward said, his topaz eyes darkening.

"Oh," I don't know why I hadn't thought of that before, but then again, this whole vampire thing was new to me. "How many vampires are there exactly?"

"Less than humans, but there are a decent amount of us," He answered. "But most of our kind don't associate with humans. It is too hard on them. They tend to stay outside the city limits and wait till night to make any moves."

I wasn't quite sure what to say to that. It had never hit me that there were other vampires besides the Cullens. It was just too surreal to think that I might have run into a vampire on the street before or I could have gone to school with someone who was a vampire. Now that I knew they existed, anything was possible.

"Don't worry," Alice smiled. "Not many vampires come around Forks often and if they do, we make sure they stay clear of the town."

Edward and Alice dropped me off at my house and I went inside and collapsed on my bed. I tried not to fall asleep. I had Trig homework, a European History project on French kings, and a term paper to proof-read, but I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open. It was useless to fight it and I drifted off into sleep where a weird dream overtook me.

In my dream, I was standing out on the beach, probably First Beach in La Push, but I hadn't been there in forever, since I was a young child. It was windy and the sun wasn't out, but it wasn't raining. Behind me, stood Edward and behind him was his whole family, and they were all smiling at me and waving there hands for me to come over to them, but I couldn't move my feet. I wanted so much to go over to them, but I couldn't.

I yelled to Edward for help, but somehow, he couldn't hear me. I looked around and I saw Jacob and behind him were members of his tribe, Billy and others I had never met before. I motioned to him for help, but they weren't smiling at me like the Cullens were. They had angry looks on their tan faces and I couldn't help but be scared of the way they were looking at me.

Jacob walked over to me and I noticed that all the Cullens' faces changed. They were now staring at him and his tribe with looks of hatred and repulsion. Jacob put his hand on my shoulder and it was so warm, unnaturally warm, that it almost burned me, the complete opposite of Edward's hand. This move seemed to make the Cullens', especially Edward, even more angry and Edward stalked toward us quickly, his eyes narrowed at Jake.

There were no words exchanged between them, but Edward cringed and I knew that Jake knew he could read his mind and there was no telling what he was saying to Edward. Edward growled fiercely after a minute of this silent exchange and the tension seemed to grow more and more. Suddenly, I was pushed out of the way and into the cold water. It was so quick it took me a good minute to process what was happening.

A dog, no, a large, russet colored wolf was fighting Edward, I had no idea who was going to win.

I woke up panting and covered in a cold sweat. I threw the covers off me and sat up in the bed, trying to regain full consciousness. My dream was strange and I wasn't sure what to make of it. I tried to reassure myself that it was simply a dream, but something was there that told me it wasn't only that. I wasn't sure if I should tell someone about the dream, but who could I tell? I couldn't tell Jacob, he would just think I was strange and that there was something wrong with me. I couldn't tell Edward, I just couldn't. Rosalie was mad at me and would barely speak to me so that ruled her out. Emmett wasn't exactly the type of person I could talk to about something like this, and Alice would probably go off and blab to Edward. I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell Carlisle and Esme that I saw in a dream, that was very real by the way, their son getting ripped apart by a huge wolf. So, that only left one person, Jasper. Jasper, as I have been told, has the ability to manipulate emotions and according to Alice, he is very sensitive so maybe he will be able to make some sense of my strange dream. Now, that I had decided who I was going to talk to, I had to figure out how and when.

It was going to be hard to get around Alice. She probably already knew that I had decided to talk to Jasper about something and was giving him a heads up right now. Edward would more than likely read it in her mind and then my cover would be blown, but fortunately, I could use Jasper's power to my greatest advantage. I would just claim that I had been feeling stressed lately and that it might be good if Jasper calmed me down a bit. There, that was a good idea, and maybe Alice wouldn't see right through it.

The next afternoon at the Cullen house, I put my plan in motion. I'd been trying to act antsy all day, like something was bothering me, and I was doing a very good job of convincing Edward. He couldn't read my mind so he had no idea what I was thinking. Alice, on the other hand, knew that something was up, but I kept changing my mind on when to ask Jasper so she could never see anything fully.

"Bella, are you okay?" Edward asked nervously. I think a bit of my edginess might have rubbed off on him.

"Yeah, I'm just feeling a little stressed with ballet and all. It's really getting to me," I answered. Technically, it wasn't a lie. Ballet really was stressing me out, but the thought of that dream was making it even worse.

"Why don't you go talk to Jasper about it?" Edward suggested. This was great, I even got him to suggest it. "I'm sure he can make you feel a little bit better."

"Are you sure you don't mind?" Alice, Edward, and I had been watching TV, and I didn't want to seem to eager to go.

"No, go ahead. I was just thinking about going hunting. Edward, would you like to join me?" Thank you, Alice. Now Edward was out of the house and he wouldn't be able to hear the conversation.

"We'll be back soon, Bella," Edward looked into my eyes and I almost felt bad for lying to him, but it was for his own good.

I quickly went upstairs to Jasper's room where he was inside toying around with a computer. He was a bit of a computer wiz from what I had heard and he could hack into just about anything. He, of course, heard me coming and was ready for whatever I had coming for him.

"Bella?" He asked me. He knew how I was feeling so it wasn't much of a secret that I was worried about something. "Are you okay?"

I let it spill out, all of it. I told him every single detail of my dream, from the beginning at the beach to the fight scene at the end. He never interrupted me and he listened closely to everything I said. It felt good to get it all out, but feeling good also might have come for Jasper's calming waves. When I finished with my dream, he sat for a minute to think things through before he started telling me what he thought my dream was about.

"Jacob told you the Quileute legends, right?" Jasper questioned me, and I nodded. "He told you that the Quileutes are thought to come from wolves, right? And how we are there natural enemies?"

"Wait a minute, you think-" This was all coming together in my head now.

"I don't think, Bella, I know," Jasper replied calmly. He always had a strong hand on his emotions and right now mine were boiling.

"Jake and his tribe are werewolves?!"

"Not all of them," He explained. "Just a couple. They're not like the werewolves you see in horror movies. They're more like shape shifters, and they can become wolves when ever they want to, not just during a full moon. Young werewolves are very dangerous, Bella. Remember that."

"This is just too weird," My brain couldn't comprehend all this information.

"Well, just a couple of weeks ago, you didn't know vampires existed and now, you're finding out about werewolves," Jasper put me at ease some more with his handy little ability. I would probably be in a full scale freak out without him.

"Is there anything else I need to know about? Witches, demons, aliens?" I questioned him and he just laughed.

Jasper paused a second, contemplating something. "Bella, have you thought that maybe you're a little clairvoyant?"

"No," I was surprised to hear him suggest that. "What would make you think that?"

"You're dream did have a lot to do with the wolves that you didn't know existed. It's either a really big coincidence or something else is going on."

"I don't know, Jasper."

"If you have anymore dreams, Bella, please come talk to me about them. Remember that I'm here for you," He placed a hand on my shoulder and I felt relaxed immediately.

I sat in my room doing homework on my bed. I was slightly relieved to hear what my dream was about, but it didn't make me feel any better about the werewolves. Jasper had told me they were dangerous and to stay away from them; Jacob and his friends had never seemed dangerous the times I had seen them down in La Push with Charlie or when he and Billy came to watch football sometimes. I had to admit, he was huge, but he was so funny and sweet that I didn't feel like he could or would hurt me. Besides, staying away from Jacob wasn't really an option. He and Billy came down almost every week to watch some of the games with us. I couldn't just say 'you can't come here anymore, Jacob, because my vampire friends said you were a dangerous werewolf.' I would sound crazy.

That topic was currently boggling me and causing my head to pound so I decided to try and think about something else, like that fact that I needed new Pointe shoes. The shoes I wore now, Gaynor Minden's, were great, but now that I was dancing again, they were getting a little worn out. I got on my laptop and searched around for a dancewear store somewhere nearby. The closest one was in Port Angeles and hopefully they would have a full stock. I also need to pick up a couple of new black leotards and pink tights.

My phone rang once I had logged off the computer. I checked the caller I.D. and it was Alice. "Hey."

"Hey, Bella, when do you want to go shoe shopping?" Of course she would have seen it.

"You do know that I'm not shopping for regular shoes, right? I'm shopping for Pointe shoes."

"How many times do I have to tell you? Shopping is shopping."

I laughed before replying. "Is this afternoon okay with you? I'd like to go ahead and get them as soon as possible. I like to break them in before I have to dance in them."

"That's fine with me," Alice chirped. "I'll pick you up around 3."

It was 1:30 now so I had awhile before I needed to start getting ready, but I decided to go ahead and take a nice, long bath before I left. Lord knows I needed one. The stress of ballet, school, and knowing that your friends are vampires and werewolves was a lot to handle, but it wasn't too much. I soaked in the bath for a long time, just letting my muscles loosen up.

After my bath, I took extra time blow drying my hair and straightening it. I normally wasn't this high maintenance with my beauty routine, but I had time to waste. I kept my make-up natural with just some powder, blush, a soft pink eye shadow, and mascara. I picked out a gray, long sleeved, knitted dress with a belt to wear so I would be able to see my legs and how my shoes looked. I put on a pair of red flats to wear with it.

I finished getting ready just in time. Alice pulled up in the drive way and honked the horn; we had a long trip to Port Angeles ahead of ourselves and there was no time to waste. I grabbed my purse and ran out to Alice's Porsche 911 Turbo, her pride and joy.

"Hey, Bella," Alice chimed as I got in the car. I smiled at her as she floored the gas and took off for Port Angeles. When Alice smiled back at me, I knew she knew about my conversation with Jasper.

"You know, don't you?" I groaned. It was only a matter of time before Edward found out.

"Of course I know. It's hard to keep a secret in the Cullen house," She said. "But don't worry, I won't tell Edward if you don't want me to."

"Thanks."

"But if you don't mind me asking, why don't you want Edward to know?" Alice asked out of curiosity.

"Well," I started, "in my dream, Edward…died. It just seemed so real and…I just can't tell him that I had a dream where he died."

Alice nodded. "Jasper told me that he thinks you might be a little clairvoyant."

"I don't think so. It was just a dream, and it wasn't like I had never heard the Quileute legends before," I explained. "Maybe my brain just connected it together subconsciously before I could even realize it."

"Maybe," Alice and I didn't talk about my dream or my conversation with Jasper for the rest of our trip to Port Angeles.

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