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Chapter Four: Visitor

"Bella!" I jumped with a jerk and landed on my butt against the hard floor; a thud echoed in the silence. My heart was pumping from the scare and I was trying to regulate my breathing as I calmed myself down. It had been a girl voice; a high pitch, fairy like girl voice that sang like wind chimes. I was stunned for a moment before I registered the figure standing in front of me, in my bedroom. She had short, kind of spiked brown hair, black strained eyes, pale skin that looked hard as rock; tremendously gorgeous. Otherworldly. And she was glaring down at me.

"How are you alive?" Her beautiful voice sounded scared and more shocked than I was. I looked at her with confusion, knowing I had seen her before, maybe in a past life-but I didn't know her now.

"H...How did you get in here? Who are you?!" I was growing scared and wanted to call for Jake. Just the thought of him taking me into his blazing arms made my chest ache. I wanted him.

"I came through the window." She said it as if it was obvious, like it was no big deal. I gapped at her. The window? The window Jake had jumped out of, landed on his feet and jogged away like it was nothing. The same window that was at least two hundred and fifty feet from the ground.

"J..Jake...Jake.." The sound was automatic. I couldn't help it. I had no clue who was in my room but my gut was telling me to be scared.

"Bella, it's me. Alice."

Alice. Why did that mean something? Alice. Alice. I shook my head and backed up as she advanced. Her pale skin illuminated in the sunlight, as she stepped directly into its warm and gorgeous rays, my eyes grew very wide. Her skin was made out of tiny, rainbow crystals glued together in a hard layer, shining brilliantly, reflecting magnificent colors.

Humans can't do that.

"S-Stay away from me." My voice was shaking and weak, barely audible to any human's ears-but she heard me clearly.

She gave me a look that was a cross from confusion and hurt. The same look Jake had only...colder. Had I known her? I looked at her, in her eyes searching for something familiar.

But before I could blink she was in front of me and I toppled over trying to get away. Was I always this clumsy?

"How, how did you do that?!" She looked as if she was questioning my sanity, like we had been over this before and I lost recollection. Something clicked and her eyes flashed.

"You don't remember me, do you?" She reached down to help me up by I just scooted away until my back hit the wall. Then I was trapped. Crud. Her skin had me dazed, stunned until she stepped into the shade, out of the windows range.

"Please. Just please stay away," I couldn't even wrap my brain around what was happening. I just wanted it all to stop. The images whirled in my mind in incomprehensible tornadoes- jibberish- yelling at me in various languages. Images of me and her…and others…people I've never even met before but I was hugging them and kissing them and loving them. None of it made any sense. I had never felt so scared in my life. "Jake! Jake!"

"Who-?" Her words halted and there was a rush of wind before she was knocked back from something hard and burning hot. "What are you doing here?!" Her voice rose in contempt.

It was Jake that pushed her away. He glared at her with such untamed fury I cringed. "Keeping her away from you." His words were forced through clenched teeth; his chest moving up and down a little too rapidly for calm; him was trembling. I watched his muscles tightened as if he was attempting to force himself to stop. But when he turned and looked down at me, his face softened and his body stilled. "Bella are you alright? Did she hurt you?" There was a snort.

"I wouldn't hurt her." He ignored her and kept his loving eyes on me; his deep, warm and golden brown eyes. I almost fell into them. I nodded.

"Please, don't leave," I whispered. He sighed and began to nod slowly. He stood up from where he knelt in front of me and looked at the...the thing.

"I'm sure you already saw what...happened." She nodded, eyes flashing to me and I winced. "She has amnesia," Jake went on. The surprise on her face was mixed with understanding.

"Amnesia?! I thought she was dead. She tried to kill herself!" Something pecked at my memory but I was frozen.

"It's called Cliff Diving. Maybe you should try it...hopefully you'll hit a rock. Or a shark." She ignored his comment.

"So Bella...doesn't remember me. Or my family?" He shook his head.

"Zelch. But maybe that's a good thing. She's not pain anymore thanks to your fellow leeche." Her eyes narrowed at him dangerously before she looked away, sighing heavily. I saw the pain in her eyes, the loss. I wanted to comfort her but fear kept me on the floor.

So Bella doesn't remember me or my family? She had a family? There were more of…her kind? My mind was ripping itself apart, trying to make something make sense. My chest screamed in intense pain and my head ached. I held my face in my hands, close to tears, trying to get a grip.

"Bella," I heard a soft voice, Jake's voice was seeping through the madness and reaching me from within. I looked up into Jake's loving, fathomless eyes; his face was just inches from mine which made the concern outlining his features more evident. "Are you okay?" My eyes went back to the thing in the background, watching me, eyes never shifting to another target.

"Jake…get me out of here.." His face hardened a tiny bit, still noticeable from his lack of distance.

"My pleasure." He scooped me into his arms; nestling me into his chest and I locked my arms around his neck, prepared to hang on for dear life is something should suddenly try to pull me away from him. He stood up perfectly straight as if my weight was nothing; he was holding a feather in his arms.

"Wait!" She came closer, standing just in front of us. I flinched involuntarily. I knew she caught it when her eyes flashed pain again. Her voice was soft and slow, trying to make this painless and easy; talking to me as if I was a three year old child. "Bella, please remember. You are too important to me and my family." Was I really important? How valuable could I have been to…them; something so paranormal, so unnatural, it went beyond the limits of reality and into the abnormal. How much could a mere mortal mean to a bunch of immortals? I couldn't see her logic. Was there any? I tried to get as far away from her and as close to Jake as possible. It was remarkable how my being didn't merge with his; skin pressed together so tight, they were inseparable. It wasn't until then I realized Jake was shirtless; his abs were hotter than raw flames yet I buried myself in them willingly. Trying to get away.

"Back off, you're scaring her. If she remembers you, she'll find you…assuming you don't runaway again." Her eyes pulled themselves away from me and glared at Jake. But you could tell she was still focused from me, reeling from my reaction and deeply hurt by it.

"I'm not going anywhere. You'll be able to sniff me out mutt. We still have things to discuss." Jake kissed my forehead; she was gone when he pulled away, clearing my line of vision to an empty space she once occupied seconds ago. Gone just like that.

"Let's get you outta here before the bloodsucker comes back." Bloodsucker?

I hadn't felt anything, I hadn't moved nor noticed the backgrounds exchange before I realized we were back in my truck, me wrapped tightly in a blanket, accompanied by Jake's arm, hugging me to his side. I bit my tongue as I distraction from my thoughts. I felt the rumble of the engine , hearing its whine as we started moving and our surroundings changed. I didn't ask where we were going; I didn't say anything; too afraid to think. I bit harder, my teeth becoming vicious and furious, containing all my frustration and confusion and fear. At least now I had the pain to concentrate on. My taste buds filled with the salty metal flavor of ruby blood and fought the vomit traveling up my throat. The taste was unbearable. I tapped Jake's shoulder in slight panic and he glanced at me as he pulled over. I quickly opened my car door and leaned across the seat until my head was sticking out of the vehicle and relinquished the horror, watching more that a mouth full splurt all over the ground. I ran my hand over my mouth, wiping the drops of blood still lingering on my lips and felt my tongue. It was sore and most likely swollen. I pulled myself back into the security of the truck and Jake saw my hand.

"Jesus Bella!" He reached below his seat and pulled out a towel, cleaning the blood off my hand. His eyes inspecting the rest of my face and my body, checking for any injuries or angry slashes. They stopped at my lips. "Bit your tongue.." he seemed to have muttered it to himself but I nodded as confirmation. He sighed, muttering, "You're such a mess Bella," as he discarded the towel and pulled onto the open road.

"Jake...did I know her? Alice?" The name stung my tongue with bitter coldness, causing me to wince slightly from the flash of pain. It was hard to talk with a swollen tongue; I wasn't even sure Jake understood me. But I watched him clench his jaw and force himself to nod silently; it looked like he was pained. I hated that look with a passion I couldn't explain for there wasn't a strong enough word for it in the man kind's vocabulary.

I stayed silent, sure that if I kept talking I would injure myself again by running my wounded tongue too close to the white stone walls that outlined my jaw. I kept quiet, listening to everything going on outside of the car. My gaze flickered to the woods on both sides if the road and I knew I had gone insane. I just knew it.

I saw a boy-several, really-running through the trees with no clothes on other than the loose jean shorts they were wearing. Their speed was unbelievable, running straight past us in the cover of leaves and treetops, you couldn't really see them unless you really looked. And once you looked, you might question your sanity. I strained my eyes to scrutinize details, a familiar face maybe. But they were running too fast and were gone before I could. The whole discovery must have been merely seconds. I looked back at Jake and noticed he was wearing loose jean shorts too; the tattoo on his arm seemed to catch my eye and I wanted to ask how it got there. Something told me it was recent. Very recent. My hand emerged from the blanket wrapped around me and traced the tattoo with its index finger.