Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns twilight, not me.

A/N: Hi again! This is not an outtake but a proper chapter. I had a few requests about doing an Edward POV when Bella left him. I don't think it would be right to do it now so when Foame is finished, I will try to do it as an outtake with other requests as well!

C.L POV:

Dear C.L.,

Thank you for helping me by providing me tips as well as sending me to Forks. I am adjusting well here and the House of Humanity consists of very pleasant Vampires, you already know that don't you? After all, you sent Jake here for his own protection as well – I am thankful for that.

C.L. I can never judge someone without being in their shoes. Especially since, you did what you had to do. I thought killing Vampires was difficult (apart from the obvious: sunlight) because well…stakes, holy water and garlic do not do the job. Ooh, listen to me: Bella 'Berry' Swan the Vampire Hunter. Ignore the 'Berry' part; Milk (I forgot his real name) addressed me as that. I shot down that name immediately, but it felt good that he gave me a nickname – it felt as if I belonged.

I just do not know how you did it though. Killed Vamps I mean. How come Edward did not like harm you or something… I mean you did say Edward visited you from time to time to check on you. That deal that you made, did it prevent him from murdering you?

You sounded confident that he was going to come for you. If he does (which I hope not), show him my watch; it might at least offer some kind of protection. And yes, I do know it stopped working but that watch is precious to me.

I wish you the best of luck C.L. I know you visiting me is out of the question and it is the same for me…but I like to think that you, Jake and I could actually meet up one day. I know how ridiculous that sounds!

Yours truly,

Bella Swan (not Cullen)

I smiled unconsciously at Bella's email. A girl like her does not need all the bull in the world, especially from the Vampire world. I got off from the computer, the screen still on hotmail with Bella's email. I walked pass my bed, and to my nightstand where the only photo of my family stood. I remember the day when the picture was taken vaguely – it was sunny, the kids were restless and if I recalled correctly, my beautiful Annette prepared a picnic for us in the park. This was also two or three months before…No! I did not want to think about it now.

I gently put the photo frame down, and it was then when I heard the hiss. My whole body woke up, preparing myself mentally for the fight. It was almost comical that I reacted in the same manner when this sort of danger came. I tiptoed across the room and looked out of the window.

Seven dark figures stood in a semicircle on my front lawn, their faces unclear and their postures screaming aggression, hostility and foame. They are here, finally. I thought when I killed Benjamin they would come, when I killed the other Vampires I thought they would come and when I hid Jacob I definitely thought they were going to come. However, they did not, and yet they are here, now. After I helped Bella Cullen – the Singer - flee.

Now where was their Master? He never lingered too far. I carefully walked to the right side of my bed and quietly yanked my revolver out, and pressed it behind my back, so they would not be able to see it.

It was a fact that Vampires did not need permission to enter homes – they just have manners…well the Purebloods do. They must have been under strict orders – I think Cullen wanted me frightened, begging for my life. Nearly all Vampires were like that.

I went back to the window. "What's the matter, assholes?! Did you feed from someone with AIDS, so is that why your fangs look mangled?" Vampires absolutely despised being teased and since I was looking down at them from the window, they did not like that either. Vampires were proud creatures, as well as conceited, selfish and immodest. They liked to flaunt their power, wealth and inhuman beauty with no shame.

I was not stunned to see them ferociously growling at me, their fangs and nails extended.

"With all that growling, you're turning into werewolves!" I chuckled as they growled more loudly, their faces blurring into snarls. I stuck my middle finger at them, my face more serious, and walked steadily to my bed and sat down in the center. I knew what I had to do now. My stomach churned and my fingers were shaking for the first name in years. I was not the hunter anymore.

40 years ago

"Alright kids, time to go to bed." Annette giggled as she saw the two apples of my eye pout and drag themselves to their tent. Annette pressed herself closer to me, my arm around her tightened and I rested my head against hers. "Thank god, I thought we were never going to get rid of those two," I muttered as I watched the campfire before us.

"Hmmm," she sighed.

"Falling asleep already? I find that a little bit disappointing…" I commented.

"Let's go to bed," she responded. I stood up first, so I could assist her with my hand. "Ever the gentlemen." Her bright blue eyes twinkled and she shot me her beautiful smile that showed her dimples.

"Not in bed, sweetheart," I winked cheekily at her. She gently whacked me and I laughed heartily. I put out the fire and followed her into the tent. Usually before we fell asleep, we just talked, about anything really: how the day went, what mischief the kids were up to and the Bee Gees.

Tonight however, we rested in a comfortable silence. After five minutes, on the brink of sleep, Annette broke the stillness. "I think there's something outside." Her voice was not the usual calm and musical.

"Are you sure?" I asked, too comfortable and lazy to get up and about.

"Yes. It could be a bear or a wild animal. Please check on the kids and around the campsite."

Maybe because it was Annette's first time out in the wild she was behaving irrational and paranoid. I grabbed my torch and stumbled out of the tent. I first checked around our tent, then the kids' and after around the perimeter.

As I made my way back, I realised that I had been gone for twenty minutes, and that there was something disturbingly wrong. The light in my tent was out and there was this strong smell of rust and metal in the air.

"Annette?" I called out, my voice clear as a summer's day. There was no reply. The tent closest to me was the kids' and I was horrified to see the tent up close ripped apart from the top. The tent was unzipped and I stumbled as I saw my children's lifeless bodies. I let out a painful sob and ran over to my tent.

With my heart erratically thudding in my chest and adrenaline pumping through my veins, I had this fear. A fear every person had was the fear of losing your family. As I got closer to my tent, I noticed a pair of feet sticking out. My heart sank to my stomach as I noticed that, as well as the fact that my tent was unzipped as well. Tears streamed down my face as I cupped Annette's face. Her eyes stared blankly at me and her mouth was pressed into a firm line. I inspected her body – to find a pulse or anything that bled. I found no pulse and there was a puncture wound on her neck, two tiny holes roughly 3cm apart.

I scrambled away, thoughts suddenly drifting to my head. Who did this? What did this? I ran as fast as possible, calling for help, calling for the police. I left my car behind and did not stop until I got to a road. The streetlights flickered on and off and I wrapped my arms around myself as the chilling wind took a nip at me. I shivered and walked at an even pace on the middle of the road. I did not know what to do. I was alone and terrified.

Then I saw him. Leaning against a streetlight, in a dark trench coat with a cream hat on that hid his face from me, was a man. He had one hand in his coat pocket and the other one holding an object. I approached him carefully, wondering what a well-dressed man like himself was doing here on his own late at night.

"Please help me," I begged. "My wife and children have been killed!" The mysterious man made no visible movements. I repeated my plea. I watched with impatient eyes as he told me to be quiet with his hand.

"I know," he simply said. His voice was quiet but as rich as silk. "I will help you." In his hand, he held out a vial with a dark red substance in it. "Take it."

"What's in it?" I asked.

"You should not concern yourself with that. Either you can inject yourself with this or you can drink it. What killed your family will die from this liquid." He explained to me about Vampires and how a Vampire killed my family. I did not believe a word…until the man showed me his fangs. He explained the differences in Vampires and told me the name of the Pureblood who killed my family: Benjamin.

"Why are you helping me?"

The mysterious man chuckled, "Because he ate on my turf. Now go and don't look back."

I took the vial from him and followed his orders. As I walked down the next two roads I realised I had not asked his name, nor did he give me one.

The vial, the one Edward Cullen had given me forty years ago, was in my hand. The day after the incident, after the endless police inquiries and phone calls, I found Benjamin in a nightclub. I was too skeptical in drinking the vial, so I only drank a tiny portion. Then he drank from me. The Vampire that he was, he drank my blood. I expected him to drain me dry, like he did to my wife and children. But he did not; as soon as he took a bite, he was paralyzed. His eyes bulged and he was frozen. And then he died – his body crumbled to ashes and I ran.

Every time I ran after killing a Vampire, Edward Cullen's words came back to me, 'Now go and don't look back'. I followed his advice each time.

I carefully placed the vial on my bed along with Bella's watch.

"Goodbye you motherfuckers!" I yelled.

I hugged and kissed the photo frame of my family before cocking the gun, and pressing it against my forehead.

Tyler POV: (40 years ago)

Everyone rose from their sitting positions, and bowed to their Leader, Edward Cullen. I trailed behind him, trying to match my pace with his. I failed. I saw some Vampires smirking at me, clearly showing their amusement.

I took a stand behind Edward's 'throne'. Today was yet another match – a newborn challenged James. What a fool. James was the ultimate champion, although I had been a Vampire for two years longer than he has, he was a very good fighter. And the newborn was no match against James. It was either kill or to be killed - that were the rules.

The fight was over in the three minutes. There was some biting, scratching and punching. Edward gracefully walked over to the reigning champion and shook his hand. I scoffed as I saw James' eyes brighten with glee. I smelt the refreshment before I could even see it. Human blood was our food; we needed it in order to survive. Cups were passed around. I took a cup and tried hard to cover up my distaste. Only Edward knew about how I felt about drinking Human blood, after all he can read minds.

Edward flashed me a look, indicating he wanted his speech and updates. I began rummaging through the papers I held, looking for it. All eyes were on me, and that was enough to send me into a state of frenzy. It took me a while but in the end, I found his speech. I heard a few snickers, as always, but paid no heed to them.

He talked about the House, how well it was doing and about James. Then he mentioned the Pureblood Benjamin coming over for a visit – a Leader from another House.

And then the main course came. The cups were just starters. The Humans flocked in, with our Familiars by their sides. They were whispering to them lies…about how we were royalty from a random European country and how we wanted to meet the American public. I wanted to leave…every week when we had House Meetings the same happened. I did not want to hear the screams, I did not want to be forced to drink an innocent's blood, and I most certainly did not want to be replaced.

"Enjoy my friends; we shall meet again next week." With those parting words, Edward started to leave the room, the Vampires literally bowing to his feet. He paused suddenly, "Tyler I need you in my study." Without glancing at me, he walked out, me at his heels, abhorrent at this existence but grateful for everything Edward has done for me.

Bella POV

It felt like I was floating on water, which was strange because I could not swim. Edward's beautiful face loomed over me suddenly. "Bella, come back to me. Come back to me," he whispered.

"Yes," I complied. Then Edward extended his fangs and leaned his head down to my neck…

"No!" I shrieked. I jumped out of bed, clutching my throat in absolute horror. My chest heaved with every breath I took and Milk and Tea suddenly entered my room.

"Everything alright Bella?" Milk asked me. Tea stood behind Milk, his usual silence at bay.

"Y-yes," I stuttered. "It was just a nightmare."

"Oh," Milk nodded in understanding. "By the way a letter came for you." My head began spinning. A letter, for me? Possibly, it was from C.L. because he was really the only one who knew I was here.

"From who?" I asked. Milk shrugged his shoulders.

"Seeing as you are awake now, you might want to check it out…it's in the meeting room. Of course you'll be given total privacy…and all of the House will be leaving for hunting anyway."

"Hunting?" I raised my eyebrow. Milk chuckled and then I finally got it. They were going to feed. "At this time? What about the animals, like aren't they sleeping?"

"Vampires and sunlight aren't the best of buddies so we have to hunt at night, plus our sense of smell, sight and hearing is excellent so we won't have any significant problems."

"OK, I think I would like to see my letter." I followed Milk and Tea out of my room to the lobby. "Uhhh…see you later." They both nodded their heads to me and walked out of the castle as I walked into the meeting room. On the coffee table was the unopened letter. I picked it up and assessed the envelope…the postal stamp was first class and the address was handwritten with beautiful calligraphy. I opened the envelope carefully, not wanting to damage the contents.

A tiny piece of paper slipped out, as well as a disk – I assumed it was some sort of DVD. The paper simply read, 'watch me'.

Fortunately, there was a Plasma TV with a DVD player in the meeting room so I did not have to look far. I switched the TV on, inserted the disk into the DVD player, and waited for it to load. I did not have to wait long, I sat back into the coach and search the volume controls on the remote.

I nearly dropped the remote as I saw Edward on the screen. He was sitting behind his desk, in his study. "Hello, Bella," he greeted. For a moment, I thought he was actually talking to me, as if he could see me and have a proper conversation, and I could talk back.

"I am very impressed with you…You are the first Singer to ever be successful in running away." I flushed in embarrassment. "Especially with that diversion…You confused my bodyguards, and most certainly me." I smiled at that.

"Now we go onto the more complex items to discuss. You won't like this Bella but you made your bed so you have to lie in it." I wanted to hide behind a pillow. I raised the volume up. "I know where you are right now…in Forks, Washington with Michael Newton and his…House." I froze. "The fact that I sent this to you must be solid proof of that." He chuckled. "You silly girl…been dreaming of me? Been seeing my past when you sleep? It happened to you as it happened to me, only I dreamt about your past. Your location came in my dream. There's no hiding from me, Bella."

I wanted to hide behind a whole pile of pillows.

"Right now…I have my best fighters in Seattle. Just a few hours from Forks. It will take a one minute call to send them over to your friends and either kill them or bring them to me. Or even both and they will drag you too. I will have no choice but to contact the Vampire Council and report an abduction that the House of Humanity stole my Singer. The outcomes will not be too good for your friends seeing as my Granddad is the Head of the Council and as Carlisle and I are on the Council as highly ranked members."

He wanted me back…he was threatening me so I would come back. My face froze.

"Death…on trial…severely punished…That might not happen to your friends in Forks if you come back. And if you don't come back," his voice took a menacing tone. I wanted to hide behind the coach – he was going to say more things I would absolutely despise. "Your friends in Chicago will suffer too. Mr. Black, Jacob's father, is not physically able to protect himself…say against a thief or a murderer. Or even a lorry. And a Mr. Foster…well I'll leave that to your own imagination, although I must say Tanya has taken a liking to him and she always has this problem with the arms and legs…she just snaps it right off…

"I'm giving you three days. You can either fly to Chicago NOW or phone me at this number." He began reciting a number and I grabbed a pen and wrote the number on the envelope. "You surely should recognize this number – it is a certain Mr. Foster's house phone. I expect you to have some sort of contact with me soon, otherwise…"

I switched the DVD and TV off. There was a cordless phone in the meeting room and I began dialing C.L.'s number. I did not if it was C.L.'s number; I never phoned him and the last contact we had was when I sent him a letter. He would have replied by now, I thought as the phone was ringing on the other side. I was hoping that no one would pick up. I frowned at thought…that meant that I was putting myself in front of others. If these people died, these innocent people who once helped me, their deaths would be on my hands. And I do not know how many people's deaths it would take for me to end up killing myself to avenge their murders.

Suddenly someone picked up the phone. I was breathing heavily on the phone, my palms were damp and my heart was racing out of my chest. I knew exactly who was on the other side; the silence said it all.

"H-h-hello? It's me Bella. I'm coming back." I hastily pressed the red button and sank into the chair. I now had to explain myself to Milk. They still hadn't come back yet from their hunting so I had time to think about what I was going to do and say with Edward…

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chappie. What do you all think about the Hung Parliament?