Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or New Moon or any characters of Stephenie Meyer.

By the way, the house fire-wasn't what you thought. It was the fake death planning.

Sorry for the late update, but I couldn't find chapter 26 but I accidentally skipped it and chapter 27 and 28 were the same because someone erased one.

Chapter 26 (Jake's POV)

"When is it over!?!" Paul exclaimed.

"Yeah. I'm tired of taking care of these dying leeches." Jared added.

"I don't know. We've never had to do this before." Sam said, worn out by the pack complaining, the changing vampires, and the vampires that keep trying to get in our area.

"Well it better be soon, because I don't know how much more of this I can take. Jeez, this is worse than Sam's cooking." Paul said.

"HEY!!" Sam broke out. We all laughed, though tired laughs. Sam just rolled his eyes and said, "That's why Emily cooks in our household, not me."

"Yeah, we know." Paul retorted. A scream followed by others broke off Sam's reply. "Great, what now?!"

Sam shot him a glare and we walked to the room where the family was at. We were watching as they screamed in agony and heard their heartbeats go faster and faster. I turned my attention to Sam and watched his expression. His head was cocked to one side and he was listening intently for something, so I did the same. The screams died down and nothing was heard but their rapid breathing. No heartbeat.

Sam straightened, "Their finished. Their vampires."

Growls went through the house which was met with snarls and hisses. The vampires stood in front of us in a swift, non human graceful way. The oldest one, the father, Carlisle, was calm but had a wild look to him. They watched us with their red, bloodsucking eyes.

"Do you remember anything?" Sam asked in his authoritive tone.

"What?" Carlisle asked, turning his attention to Sam.

"Do you remember any memories or anything about being bit?" He asked, not shaking at all. We all have grown used to the smell they had when they were turning, but now they were full fledged vampires. Paul and Quil were close to exploding.

Carlisle's eyes narrowed as he remembered, "Yes, very little." He glanced back up at Sam, "What happened?"

"You were bitten by vampires. And the venom stayed in your bloodstream and you yourselves were turned." Sam told him.

"What are you? And why do you smell so bad?" He asked, not disgustingly, but rather curious.

Before Sam could answer, Edward did, "Werewolves."

Everybody looked to him, wondering how he knew. Maybe it was just instinct. I wouldn't doubt it. Carlisle looked to Sam for confirmation, which Sam nodded his head.

"Yes, we are werewolves. Enemies of each other. That is why you cannot stay here. You must leave. If you don't, we have no choice but to kill you." Sam went back to his authoritive tone.

"Why didn't you kill us?" The big one asked. I remembered his name as Emmett.

Sam glanced at me and me, at Edward, who watched us with piercing eyes. "We promised someone we wouldn't. But make no mistake…" He switched to a death tone. "If you hurt one person anywhere near here, every single one of you will be killed."

"Then we must be on our way." The mother said, smiling hard at us. "Thank you for taking care of us."

"Your welcome." Sam said. "You can take whatever you want from your house. It's going to be burned down so that we can fake your death."

"Oh." Esme said, not wanting to leave her beautiful home. "Okay."

"Who's Bella?" Edward piped up, as his family was about ready to leave. They had only a few bags to take.

"What!?!" I said, almost screaming. "How do you know who she is?"

Edward's eyes narrowed at me. "Somebody called upstairs. It read Bella." I didn't hear anything, but--- "It was on silent."

I looked at him in suspicion. I wasn't sure if he was lying or not. He might have a memory of her. But, if he asked who she was, then I highly doubted he remembered her at all. "She's someone you worked for."

"Ah, she's beautiful." He said, looking far away. I glanced at the pack, seeing similar expressions of confusion on their faces.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked. Edward looked at him, but made no sound.

"Are you going to answer him?" Paul asked, sneeringly.

Edward had a calm face on when he replied, "I saw a picture upstairs with me and her."

I didn't believe him. But I didn't doubt him. I nodded my head, "Alright, any other questions?"

"No, I think that is it." Carlisle said as they walked to the door. "Thank you so much for everything."

Sam shook his hand and told him that we would escort them until they were far enough away that was satisfactory by us. It was five hours later, after leaving them, telling them not to return, and patrolling the border that we had…and now I had to tell Bella they were gone. Everybody said to wait for tomorrow, but I couldn't. I had to tell Bella they left. And I was going to tonight.

I snuck into her house, being as quiet as possible, and went to her room. But she wasn't there. I was starting to worry but soon ran outside to find her. I checked the barn to see if she was in our spot, but she wasn't. I ran to check the stables and smelled her recent smell. I followed her smell to the upstairs attic.

She was just sitting there, looking out the window. I'm surprised I didn't see her before.