A/N: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and supported me with this story. I have decided to continue with this one, and I hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter Five.

Jacob's POV

I could smell the wretched stench of those bloodsuckers all around me. I knew I wouldn't be able to get rid of the stink for days. I ran as fast as my four paws could carry me, concentrating on the sound of the ground disappearing beneath my feet. I could hear Sam panicking a little in the back of my mind.

What's wrong? I asked.

They're here somewhere, he replied. I just... can't seem to find a way in to them.

This had been worrying me too. As I broke through a few shrubs, I slowed to a walk, my heart heavy. I was back where I started. There was something wrong here...

Sam must have had the same experience. He sounded angry the next time I heard his thoughts.

There's no way in. Let's regroup.

But, Sam, if they have Bella-

I SAID REGROUP!!!

I reluctantly headed back towards La Push. I knew better than to go against Sam.

Bella's POV

Edward seemed to relax after a few minutes, I almost smirked at him.

"Don't be ridiculous, there aren't any wolves in these-"

I stopped abruptly when an ear-splitting howl filled the air, sending shivers down my spine. Edward raised an eyebrow at me, looking charming and almost... human in the moonlight. The howling continued, more than one voice now, and I didn't realise that I was shaking until Edward reached out a hand to mine, to still my trembling fingers. I gasped. Cold. His skin was ice cold.

He must have taken my gasp as a sign of discomfort, as a troubled frown set in on his face, and he pulled his hand from mine.

"You can go and get something to eat when you like," he murmured, his eyes not meeting mine. And he was gone, suddenly jumping down from the treetops and disappearing into the blanket of shadows.

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I didn't sleep. I couldn't sleep. I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering about Edward. This man was taking over my mind, and I couldn't help but want to know more about him. Something was drawing me to him, and this scared me. It was like I couldn't control it, and I could feel it bleeding into obsession. Who was he? What was he?

I eventually went downstairs to stop my stomach complaining, and found some ice cream in the freezer. I sat myself down at the kitchen table, my hair flowing over my shoulders and hiding me in my own little world with the ice cream. Some time passed, and I looked up to check the clock. 3am. In my peripheral vision I caught something moving. It was only a shadow, but it piqued my curiosity.

Leaving the ice cream out on the table, I followed the shadow by instinct, but it vanished when I entered the corridor. I sighed. This family was so mysterious...

I found myself wandering down the corridors I had been shown by Edward, trying to memorise the layout of the ground floor. And soon, I was staring at that door again. That small, insignificant door that looked like it was trying to shrink away into the wall. What fascinated me about it? Was it because Edward told me I couldn't go in there? Without thinking of any of these reasons for too long, I reached out for the doorknob, and slowly turned.

The room inside was dark, lit by moonlight and a line of dimmed lights in the ceiling. It was a long room, cluttered with eclectic furniture and in slight disarray. Notebooks and crumpled sheets of paper littered every surface. He must spend a lot of time in here...

I didn't even register the noise until it stopped abruptly. A haunting melody, slow and painful... a piano. I crossed the room almost to the far side when I finally saw him, hidden in the shadows, perched on a low stool, fingers paused over the ivory keys of a beautiful piano. He was statuesque, unmoving, but his topaz eyes burned with emotion, staring at the keys.

He didn't look angry like I had first expected. He looked... lonely.

I knelt down at the side of the stool, unable to drag my eyes from his. I didn't speak. I just watched him, marvelling at how he seemed to have frozen in time.

Eventually, he spoke, his voice somehow adding to the stillness in the air.

"Why did you come here?"

I couldn't answer. My throat closed up, and I blinked impossibly at him.

"Bella?"

My skin tingled as he said my name. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to regain control of myself. When I reopened them, he was right there in front of me, gazing into my eyes, his face inches from mine. My breath hitched in my throat, and my heart raced in my chest. I blushed fiercely, and my hair fell over my face. He hesitantly reached out a hand, halting a few times, and slowly brushed the hair back from my face, tucking it neatly behind my ear.

"Why did you come here?"

His breath fanned across my face, like a fresh laundry and summer and a million other wonderful scents. I still couldn't answer. He almost smiled, his mouth turning into a sort of lop-sided smirk, full of charm and something I couldn't understand. Was it... pain?

He leaned closer to me, but I only noticed when our noses touched. His eyes remained locked with mine as he moved even closer, until his lashes brushed my skin. My lids flickered shut, a sigh escaping my lips. And he moved, slowly, down my cheek, down my jaw, to my neck, just under my ear, his lips never quite touching my skin. He breathed against my neck, ragged and drawn-out, causing a whimper in my throat. Goosebumps fizzed on my skin as his icy lips finally touched my neck, pressing ever so gently against my pulse point. He stayed there for a moment, his lips unmoving, and I could count my escalated heartbeat through the pulse on my neck. Then, quicker than humanly possible, he pulled away, sitting back on the stool, his face twisted into the scowl that had scared me when I first saw him. His eyes were black as night and flat, lifeless.

He was definitely not human. When he looked like this, he seemed like... a monster.

"Get out of here!" he yelled, standing abruptly, and pacing to the other side of the room. He grabbed the doorknob and held the door open for me. I didn't move, frozen to the floor in shock.

"GET OUT!"

I did. I ran.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it. Please forgive Edward's mood swings ^_^