A/N: Sorry it took so long. Here you go. I will try my hardest to get the next chapter up faster!

Disclaimer: Twilight does not belong to me, it belongs to Stephenie Meyer

After that night on the cliff, I hadn't talked to him. For three days straight, I avoided him. That night, I had driven him home and told him I was going to Charlie's house.

"But why?" Edward asked, dumbfounded. I had been at the Cullen's for 24/7 and very rarely did I talk of Charlie.

"I need some quality time with my father." I had lied to him, and he believed me. After Edward had gone back into the house, I drove, full speed, to Charlie's house. I knocked on the door loudly, hoping to wake him up. I didn't want to break into the house at 1:00 in the morning.

"Who is there?" I heard a groggy voice on the other side of the door.

"It's Bella, Dad." I said. I heard a small, "Oh!" and then the lock being undone.

"Did he hurt you? Are you okay?" He asked me right away, pulling me inside of the dark house.

"No, Dad. Trust me, I'm fine. Edward didn't hurt me. I just felt like being over here for some time." I assured Charlie with my powers and walked up the steps I knew so well. I opened the door to my room slowly, almost scared to see it. I felt as if I hadn't been here for ages.

I walked into my deserted room and turned the lights on. My bed had the same blankets and covers it always had. The window that Edward had climbed through countless times had a curtain pulled over it. The desk, which had the very old computer on it, had dusk and other old molding things stuck to the corners. I opened the shelf of my drawer. It made a loud squeaky noise, but it came out easily. Inside was nothing. I had taken all my clothes to the Cullen's house when I had decided to move. I bent down to look at the other drawers.

"Hmm…" I said as I opened the last drawer. To my surprise, in the drawer were the silky pajama bottoms my mom had gotten me from Victoria Secret. "How did these get in here?" I thought out loud. I distinctively remembered them in my drawer at home (in Phoenix) with the tag still on them. But I didn't care. They looked extremely comfortable and I felt like being extremely comfortable. But first, I had to find decent underwear. I looked through all my drawers and didn't find one thing. I looked around my room desperately. Why didn't I leave anything? Finally, I thought of looking under my bed.

"Ah ha!" I said in victory as I pulled my old suitcase out. Inside, logged at the bottom of one of the pockets, were simple, white underwear. I put those on and then put the pajama bottoms on top. "Aww, this is the life." I whispered to myself as I sat on my bed and laid back. I sniffed the pillow and I felt a pang of loneliness. It smelled exactly like Edward. Suddenly, I felt I needed him. I needed him, or I would die. I got up quickly and went to the door, but I stopped myself. "No. The reason you came here, Bella, is because you were supposed to think about what had happened." I reminded myself. I unwillingly sat back down on the bed. It felt like today had stretched out over a year. I started to sort through the images of the day, but I couldn't stay focused. I felt thirsty, thirsty for blood. And though this wasn't a new idea to me, it still seemed weird to go hunt. I looked at my window and sighed. I would have to do it now. Charlie wouldn't notice, I would be back before the sun would be up. I got up and pulled the window up with ease. I stepped elegantly onto the roof. The light summer breeze hit me slightly, caring many smells. I concentrated on finding the smell I wanted. Animal.

I finally sorted through the humans and road kill to find that a deer was near. I even heard its little hooves bouncing in the brushes. It was in the small forest next to the house. I took a deep breath, feeling calm run over me. I walked straight toward the end of the roof, and instead of stopping at the end, I kept walking. I fell down quickly, but I landed on my feet, of course. Once I hit the ground, I broke into a full sprint. I ran through the trees without difficulty. At first, trees were sparse, but soon, they were so close together, it would have been hard to fit through. But I could do it.

I kept running until I smelt the sent near enough to hide. I saw a huge tree and crouched under it, and before I started to hunt, I prepared myself. I had gotten this advice from Edward, who told me techniques for "beginner" hunters. I closed my eyes and used all my senses. I heard a few footsteps that were faint; they were probably in town somewhere. I smelt the deer's throat, exposed openly. I felt the heat from its body and the heat coming off the many trees around me. "Let go, Bella. Let go." I said to myself. But then I remembered not to think my name, because that is what ties me to human life, which was not a way to get in the "mood" for hunting. "Let go. Give up and let go." I said again to myself. Soon, I felt my mind finding ways to corner and kill the deer. I crouched down in a catlike stance and opened my eyes. The deer was just behind the tree in front of me. I wanted to growl, but I didn't, since I didn't want to scare it away. I got on the ground and started crawling toward the hopeless animal. Its dark, emotionless eyes looked at me, and I saw the deer-in-the-headlights look, but this was a deer, so that made sense. It unexpectedly pranced away, not knowing the trouble he was in. I lunged at it, going directly for the throat. I heard a small noise from him, but it shut off quickly as I sunk my teeth into his feeble neck. I suddenly felt his body relax as it was drained of its blood. I sucked, trying to make the most of what was far from making my thirst go away.

I ate two other ones, but stopped after I felt the nagging sense of feeling badly for the poor animals. I ran back home, wiping my blood stained mouth with the back of my hand.

I was in front of the house at once. I looked behind me to see that the sun was about to come up. I looked up at my roof, wondering how I could jump up that high. I looked around, searching for an answer to my problem. I found it. The gutter climbed up the house, undisturbed. I climbed up swiftly and was immediately in my room. I smiled, proud of my ability to fend for myself. But then I felt the horrible sting of aloneness. I longed to see Edward, but I knew I had to figure this out. With hunting out of the way, I sat down on my bed. I thought and thought. What had made me stop? Obviously, it was something deep within, something I had never known about because if I had known, I wouldn't have gone through with the transformation. Why was I hesitating?

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As the sun trickled into my room, setting a sparkling line across my face, I heard Charlie's loud feet coming down the hall to my room. I immediately got under the covers and curled up into a ball.

I heard the door open slightly.

"Bella?" Charlie's loud voice disturbed the quietness I had had for the past five hours. "Bella, wake up." I slowly started to stir (to make it look real) and I got up, rubbing my eyes.

"Dad?" I asked, making sure the sun didn't touch my skin.

"Bella, I'm sorry to wake you up, but I need to talk to you." He sounded serious so I decided not to protest and get up. I followed him down the stairs and into the living room. I sat next to him on the couch.

"So, how's it been going with Edward?" He said casually. Too casually.

"Dad!" I threw up my arms, frustrated at his unnecessary concern, "I told you, trust me. Edward is a great person. He is not doing any harm at all!" I again, used my power to make him see my side. Charlie nodded silently and looked up at the blank TV.

"He called your cell phone more than ten times." He whispered. I sat back a little, shocked at how he knew this.

"What?" I asked, totally confused.

"You cell phone was down on the kitchen counter. And last night, I couldn't sleep so I went down to get some food when I found your phone." He explained.

"Don't go through my personal stuff." I said, crossing my arms.

"I didn't!" Charlie shook his head, " I just looked at the front. It said 'tens calls missed, Edward.'" I looked back at him with angry eyes, though he could see that I wasn't really that angry. I sighed, letting out my anger. Okay, so obviously, Edward was worried, but not that worried. If he was worried enough, he would have came to see me tonight. Also, why hadn't I heard Charlie get up? Why didn't I hear my phone ring?

I was pulled back to reality when I heard Charlie get up and go upstairs. I sat there, trying to remember the solution I made up just last night. My solution to why I had pulled away from my one and only love. I racked my brain, wondering how I could have forgotten that. Then, it suddenly came back to me. The reason I had stopped was because I loved him. And for some reason, I still had that feeling that he couldn't do it because of his thirst. I knew, for sure, that this wasn't the reason. I mean, I was a vampire, he was a vampire. It was impossible now for him to loose control and hurt me, yet I had a feeling that I was still the feeble, small Bella. But the feeling was probably just a stupid notion, but still. I cared too much to push him too far, and I knew I wasn't going to, but I still felt that way. Soon, I would have to tell Edward. He was waiting and I didn't even want to start listening to those messages on my answering machine. I got up (picking up my cell phone) and went back into my room. Curiosity got the better of me and I started to replay the messages.

"I." It was Edward's silky voice, but all he said was "I" in this message. I went to the next one.

"Love." He said one other word. But I was a bit confused.

"You." He said in the next message. I smiled at his joke. He was sending individual messages with one word to make one whole big message. I listened to the rest and found that by the end he had decided to give me space, and when I was ready, to call him.

I would call him. Then talk to him. And soon, I would be helped to get over this problem. (Hopefully!)

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