Twililght and New Moon belong to Stephenie Meyer

School sucks. Period. Whoever invented it deserves to be thrown in hole with some cherrios and forgotten about for the rest of their miserable existance. So there. And if you can't figure it out, that's the reason this is coming so late. Sorry a thousand times over! I've already got the next two chapters written, so they should come quickly. Enjoy!

I ran from the house. It was her fragrance that I had smelled here. When I had walked in, I wasn't sure if it was just my anxiety or something else that was causing me to have delusions of her scent. But after that interesting series of events, I know she had been in that house. Now, as I followed her scent through the darkened city, that fact only made me run faster.

As I was running, I was suddenly knocked off my feet. When I tried to get up, a strong arm held me from making an escape, but was not restricting me otherwise. Emmett's grasp only clenched tighter as I struggled. Carlisle ran up, followed by Rose.

"Carlisle, we can't just stand here, that freak has Bella, and he's-"

"I know Edward, but you need to calm down and think reasonably. Did you think of the consequences of barging into Bella's home in the middle of the night? How do you think she would react to that?" He told me. I hung my head.

"But we can't leave her, what if this Brendon is dangerous?" I tried to argue, but my voice sounded weak.

"I'm not saying that you shouldn't go to see Bella, that's actually exactly what you should do. But I am saying that you shouldn't let Bella see you. Not until we distinguish what the danger is."

I knew the danger he spoke of could be seen in different views. The most obvious was Bella's impending danger of this vampire Brendon. But the other was the danger I would be in, if I saw what Alice had been thinking of earlier.

What if I found Bella had moved on, what if she was truly happy? Worse than that, what if I found that Bella was in love with someone else? This of course had been the whole point in leaving her, to let her live a life where she could love someone who didn't have the urge to kill her with every touch, or the lust for her blood with every kiss. Still, if I saw this, I'm not even sure how I would react. But I know that my heart, though it hasn't beat once in over a hundred years, would shatter into a million pieces.

I didn't even want to think that she could be in love with Brendon. That, I knew, was impossible.

"You're right," I said to Carlisle, defeated, "We'll just go to see her. I promise, I won't let her see me." My head was hanging in devastation.

Carlisle nodded, then we began to run again. I lead the way, Bella's scent so much more powerful to me than it was to the others. When we arrived at her house, I stood inside her back yard as I watched the cars go by, stopping at the light. Green truck, red sedan, blue porche, silver truck. They all pulled out when the light turned green. All I wanted was to be in one of those cars with Bella, and to drive away from this place.

We snuck up to Bella's window on the second floor and looked in. No lights, no people. I slowly opened the window and snuck inside. This room had Bella's scent all over it. I looked in the closet, but was surprised to find very little clothes in it. Either Bella wore the same outfits everyday, or she had packed before she left.

But that didn't make any sense. How could she have packed if she was kidnapped? I looked around the rest of the room. The bed was made, and the desk was cleaned off. There was only one object on it. I recognized it from what seemed so long ago.

It was Bella's photo album, and I remembered it because it nearly tore my heart out when I removed my pictures from it. I walked over and picked it up. When I opened it, I found to folded pieces of paper in the front, blocking the pictures. When I picked them up, I saw my face.

Bella had found my photos. She had taken them with her when she left. That meant that she didn't hate me, right? If she had taken these memories with her, then she surely must have wanted to remember me.

But I quickly dismissed that thought. If I didn't get my hopes up, they could never be dashed. I placed the album on the table, along with the second piece of paper, and opened the first. I was surprised to see my name.

Dear Edward,

When you left, I thought that my life had no more meaning. I thought that the ache from the emptiness would burn through my heart everyday, only to heal, and then be ripped apart at the next memory of you. I left Forks to escape those memories, for I thought that they were only full of lies and pain.

But I found that this isn't true. I now value the memories of you, for I remember the good times. The times where you held my hand, or I felt your lips on my hair. I realized that even if you no longer cared for me, I could love you with no consequence. It doesn't matter that you have no feelings in return,you can't take my feelings from me. And with that, I felt the pain leave

You will never get this letter, but I feel as if I am letting you know how I feel. Perhaps someday, we will meet by chance, and I can tell you how I feel, and let you know that I will always love you. When I die, I will wait for you in heaven. If I find that they would not let you in, then I would wander in the dark, waiting for you. If I had to pick a way to spend an eternity, it would have to be with you, our hands clasp together. Besides, it's not heaven without you, now is it?

With love always and forever,

Bella

The mind slowed. If my heart was still beating, then it would have stopped. All reason was abandoned at that moment. Reality didn't matter anymore; I was floating on my own level of consciousness.

Bella still loved me. She loved me enough to deny entrance to heaven. She loved me even though she thought I didn't love her. But I did love her, oh yes I did. The only way that this moment could have been better was if Bella was standing next to me, he hand wound in mine.

Carlisle came into the room then. He saw me holding the letter, just staring at it, with a shocked look on my face.

"Edward, what's happened?" he whispered. 'Please, oh Lord, don't let it be a suicide note…'he thought.

I turned my attention to him, and my face broke out into a huge grin. I laughed, something I hadn't done in a long time. I laughed without holding back, and ran over to him and embraced him. Then I let myself fall on the floor and stare at the ceiling, the smile never leaving my face.

"Edward, you need to be quiet, Bella's parents will hear." Carlisle told me sternly. 'Oh, God, he's finally lost it. He's gone insane.' He thought appalled. I jumped up and ran over to him, holding onto his arms, shaking him.

"Yes, Carlisle! I am insanely thrilled! I have never been so…so…relieved, joyful, ecstatic in my entire life!" I thrust the paper in his hands, "Read, and you can share in my joy!" I practically yelled, and spun in a circle away from him.

His eyes moved back and forth as he read the paper, and his face lit up with our shared happiness. But then his face slowly fell again.

"What about Brendon?" he asked, and my joy left almost as quickly as it had come. I had been so blinded by the fact that Bella still loved me, that she would accept me if I came back to her, that I had forgotten the imminent danger that loomed over her.

"Her mother…" I said, turning around. I snuck down some stairs to see her parent sitting in the living room. I scanned her mother's mind, searching for clues, then returned upstairs.

"Bella is apparently at a sleepover at the beach. That would explain the missing clothes…" I said, walking over to the closet. Carlisle was holding the paper still, but after a double take, I noticed it was the second piece that I had left on the desk.

'Forks, but why would she-' Carlisle thought, but I cut him off.

"What does it say?" I asked, walking over to him. He handed to note to me. I read the words in Bella's script.

'I'm going to Forks. Perhaps you'll be there Edward, in every memory I find.'

The sleepover was a lie. Brendon must have convinced her mother that Bella was only going somewhere with a friend, then kidnapped her. But how would she know she was going to Forks? And how did she have time to write a letter? All these questions ran through my head, but I knew one thing was certain. I turned to my father.

"Carlisle, we're going back to Forks."

Cliffhanger! Sort of... the next chapter will be coming extrememly quickly, if not tonight, then tommorow morning. Depends on how much of a reaction I get. Hit the little 'Go' button, you know you want to... :-P