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Vampires. They suck the blood out of humans, and leave the body there. They feast on human blood. Bella had described the Cullens as indescribably beautiful, insanely fast, and how they had super-strength.

I kept reading. They were supposed to be super-fast because their prey hadn't seen what was coming until they were dead. Queer.

I got up from the computer and drove down to the office.

MPOV

"Please page Ms. Swan, please," I asked.

The receptionist did as she was told. After a minute or so she said, "Sorry Michelle, she's not answering."

"What do you mean not answering?!" I exclaimed.

She gave me a weird look. "Umm… I mean she's not picking up the phone?" she said more like a question than a statement.

"Ugh!" I groaned, storming up the stairs myself. I came to her office and knocked on her door. "Bella?" I called, not hearing an answer. I knocked harder. "Bella? Bella Swan?" I opened the door myself.

I gasped at what I saw: Bella was curled up on the ground, knees to her chest with little tears streaming down her cheek.

"Bella? What's wrong? Are you okay?" I interrogated her, which made more tears stream down her cheeks.

That's when I saw her iPhone laying next to her, playing "Breathe" by Taylor Swift. The song described exactly what Edward had done to Bella.

"Bella, listen to me! What. Is. Wrong?"

When I said that, she just started bawling. "Edward never (wail) came back (gasp) for me. Even though, he…" I could barely understand what she was saying.

"Even though he what?"

It took her a minute to answer. Her wailing reduced to occasional sniffles. Bella looked me straight in the eye, dead serious, as if she had never been crying and told me, "Nothing."

That got me mad. Here I was, trying to comfort her, and she refused to let me help her. That's when I burst.

"You wanna know what Isabella Swan? I am your best friend. I've helped you through some of your hardest times. I helped you with your success. And now you won't tell me the one important detail that has changed your life?! You wanna know what?" I threw down the packet of information I was about to show her about Edward, the Cullens, and the Quileute tribe. "Find yourself a new best friend."

I stomped out of the room, leaving my only best friend to drown in her misery.

BPOV

I looked up at Michelle slamming the door to my office. Those six words hit home. She was my only friend, since everyone else here knew me as Bella Swan, don't mess with her.

I glanced down at the packet of information she threw at me. I caught the words, "Forks, Washington", "Quileute tribe", and most importantly, "the cold ones."

She knew.

Michelle actually figured out without the help of anyone like Jacob.

I was astonished.

I sat there for minutes still amazed, and I could barely breathe. I had no idea how I was going to get up and move let alone what I was going to do about this.

Finally I grabbed my clear desk and pulled myself up. I ran out of the room, calling Michelle's name.

MPOV

I ran out of the building, my face streaming with tears. The cool fall breeze hit me like a wrecking ball. I could've sworn I heard her calling my name, but I ignored it.

She wasn't my friend anymore. She was a liar. I knew I should go back and apologize like a good little girl, but if she wasn't playing nice, then neither would I.

I sat on a park bench to get my thoughts straight. I couldn't go back to the office. Everything at home reminded me of Bella. It was too cold to wander the streets.

That's when it came to me.

If Bella wasn't going to help me, then I should go to the source. Bella had told me all about it. She had told me how they had split up, and that they were staying in "California" as a ploy. How hard could it really be?

(Still MPOV)

"One ticket to Juneau International Airport, please." The employee gave me a strange look as she handed me my ticket, seeing me dressed in only a t-shirt and a North Face, and I was going to Alaska. "Thank you," I said.

I had gone home and packed clothes to last for about a week. I still couldn't believe I was actually at the airport, waiting to board a flight to Alaska.

Bella had told me how Carlisle and his wife (I forgot her name) went to Alaska to move with another group of people, or as I know now, vampires. Edward's brother and his wife went to Europe or something, she wasn't too sure. Edward's sister and her husband's whereabouts were unknown, along with Edward's. The most reasonable choice was going to Alaska to see Carlisle.

I had brought my laptop with me, and used the airport's WiFi to research more about Alaska. I researched the entire time to see the important people around the major cities; mainly doctors.

I finally reached a name that seemed similar: Denali. I remember Bella saying something about that. The Denalis were the Cullens close friends. Hmm...

"Flight 737 to Juneau International is now boarding."

I picked up my laptop and backpack and quickly boarded the flight.

BPOV

"Come on Michelle! Pick up, pick up, pick up!" I mumbled, holding my phone to my ear, bouncing from one leg to the other.

"Hey, you've reached Michelle. Umm… well, I'm not here right now. If I was, I would've picked up, so leave a message after the beep!" I groaned, but left my 17th message. "Hey, it's Bella again. Where are you? I know I've left you a lot of messages, and I'm really sorry about our fight. Please, please, please call me back!" I slammed my phone on the bed.

I paced the room wondering what to do. I looked back at my phone, determined to keep leaving her messages until she picked up, but it wasn't working well.

Okay, so Michelle knew the Cullens' secret. Big deal. Actually, it was a huge deal. If she was smart enough to figure that out, she could uncover everything. Well, it seems like she already has.

I picked up the phone again and speed-dialed her.

MPOV

"The weather in Juneau is about 33 degrees Fahrenheit and cloudy with a slight chance of snow. Thank you for flying with us, and have a safe trip."

I jumped out of my seat and rushed out the plane. Since I only had carry-on items, I ran out the airport, my suitcases wheeling behind me.

"Taxi! Taxi! Taxi!" I raised my hand trying to signal a taxi to get out of the freezing cold. The wind hit me just like it did back home, only about 15 degrees colder. I shivered in my purple North Face, wishing I had brought my heavy winter coat instead.

Finally a taxi pulled over. "Where to, little lady?" the driver asked. He was big and burly with a brown beard and a baseball cap. I looked down, a little mad that he called me little. I wasn't that short! The only "short" thing about me was my brown razor-cut hair.

"Where's the nearest Starbucks?" I asked trying to be polite. He laughed a big hearty laugh, and told me, "Little lady, there's no Starbucks around here! I think the best coffee shop is Java Jazz. They have reasonable prices and good coffee."

I sighed. This was going to be a long trip.

He drove me out of the airport parking lot and down the highway. The driver turned on the radio, which was playing cheesy, 80s music. I focused my attention out the window and not on the strange smell floating in the car.

I saw snow topped mountains and lakes that looked like mirrors. I wished that I could be out there, but I was stuck in this horrid car until we got to the coffee shop.

"Excuse me sir-"

"Please, little lady, call me Stan." He smiled at me, and finally showed some missing teeth.

I shuddered inside, at looked at him, one eyebrow raised. I continued, "Excuse me sir, how much longer until we get to the coffee shop?"

"A little under an hour."

I groaned. We hit a red light and I jumped out of the car, grabbed my luggage from the trunk, and ran away. That was probably the quickest I've ever done, well, anything… but I was desperate to get out of the taxi. I was done with this weirdo and his amazing smelling car. I walked to a nearby phone booth and called the operator.

"Hello, how may I help you?" I rolled my eyes. I wasn't at a fast food restaurant! "Um, yes. Do you have the number for a Dr. Carlisle Cullen?" I heard her type on the keyboard and reply, "I'm sorry, there's no one here by that name."

I sighed. "How about a family name Denali?" I heard her pound the keys again. "Ah, yes. There's a Tanya Denali."

"Yes! Can I have her phone number?" I quickly snatched a notepad and pen, and wrote down the digits. "Thank you so much!" I hung up before she could reply. I dialed again.

"Hello? Denali residence," I heard someone answer.

"Hi, is there a Dr. Carlisle Cullen there?" I asked.

"Who is this?" the person asked suspiciously.

"Just tell Dr. Cullen that my name is Michelle and I have some information about a Miss Bella Swan."

"Kate, who is it?" I heard a male voice ask in the background. "It's for you Carlisle. She says she knows something about Bella."

I heard someone snatch the phone. "Hello?" I was guessing that was Carlisle.

"Carlisle? I have some important information to tell you. Is there someplace we can meet?"

I hope you liked it! It took me a while to write, and I hope it was worth it. I know it was pretty long too. Keep reviewing and I'll try to get the next chapter up soon!