I've got a new one shot out called My Gypsy Fortuneteller. I really think it's the longest chapter I've ever done. Anyway, do go read and review it. Plus, I don't have a name for this chapter, so let's just call it 'Staying Silent'.

Staying Silent
Evil is obvious only in retrospect.
-Gloria Steinem

I sidled out into the throng of polished snobs again, looking around for somebody, anybody, who didn't have a PHD and couldn't speak a full sentence without remarking about the economic crisis. Finally I found Esme, who was surveying the crowd with an unreadable expression, and thankfully walked up to her.

"Mrs Cullen, might you know where Bella is right now? I have a few books I thought she might want to have, since I don't really read that much," I said, throwing in a smile for good measure. Esme looked charmed off her feet. I rolled my eyes mentally.

"I'm sorry, dear, but I don't know where they are. I do believe she's with Edward, though. They're just so sweet together," she said fondly, and I smiled and nodded politely.

"I'm sure they are. If you see Bella, could you tell her I'm looking for her and that I'll be outside? Thanks," I added hurriedly, and made my escape. I couldn't stand Esme Cullen, she was just so...smothering.

I hurried to a window where I could see Edward and Bella begin to stroll in hand-in-hand. I whipped out the mobile phone I had wired to display the number of the police station and checked that it was still working. Two bars of battery. It would do. Then I grabbed a glass of something bubbling. It was brownish, so it shouldn't be anything alcoholic. Getting Edward inebriated might be fun to watch, but I had no idea of the effects of drugs with alcohol. Especially fizzy champagne.

I carefully slipped the Rohypnol into the glass after tasting it gingerly to ensure it wasn't alcoholic. I had heard of idiots that put GHB into vodka, thinking to rape some poor girl who immediately died afterwards. Some drugs just aren't meant to be used like that when they have 'death' listed as a side effect.

Besides, Rohypnol was so easy to find. Much easier than other date rape crap people used anyway.

I watched the white pill dissolve rapidly in the liquid, strangely captivated by the sight. Looking around quickly to check if anybody was watching, I shook the glass once to mix it up and peered out the window again. They were almost reaching the corner of the house. I walked further behind so that I could hear them when they came in. Turns out, I didn't really need to listen out that carefully.

"Eddie bear!" Emmett Cullen roared, charging through the kitchen and I think enveloping Edward in a huge bear hug. He said in what was supposed to be a furtive whisper but was still unbelievably loud, "You have to try the escargots. They taste great!"

"Um...Emmett? Do you know what escargots are?"

"Yeah! Squid, right?"

"No...That's calamari...escargot is snail."

Emmett pounded out and into the bathroom. Behind the door I heard him retch violently. I snickered, slinking to an unobtrusive corner to pull out my phone. Quickly I tapped in Edward's cell phone number and hit 'call'. From inside the kitchen I heard a muffled phone ring.

Edward excused himself to answer. I clicked 'menu', then scrolled downwards to hit 'play voice record'. I knew what the pre-programmed message would say-it was Chief Swan, asking to speak to Bella. I walked closer to them. Edward passed Bella the phone and quietly suggested she go somewhere quieter. She nodded and left. This was my cue.

"Hey, Edward," I greeted quietly, handing him the spiked drink. He smiled gratefully at me and took it. "You look tired," I remarked. I made sure I wasn't anywhere near touching him. From what I saw Edward was really disgusted by girls like Lauren-where was she, anyway? I scanned the room and found her by the drinks bowl guzzling what she probably thought was fruit punch. Hah. That brainless girl, no wonder she never managed to have a steady relationship. She was drinking martinis like there was no tomorrow.

"Jane," he answered softly. Keeping my eyes on him, I took a small sip out of my Diet Coke. Unconsciously he mimicked the gesture. He took a sip out of his glass, as tiny as mine. I allowed myself a small smile.

"Where's Bella?" I asked after a few minutes, as a test. He looked at me, smiling weirdly.

"Huh? Oh, she-she went out with her dad on the phone," Edward slurred, his head flying up to his head. "I have a huge headache. Jane, do you mind helping me out?"

I smiled. "Sure." And then I flew at him and attached his lips to mine.

Kissing him was...better than I expected. I mean, I already knew he would be a good kisser by the way he religiously put on lip balm every morning before school, but this was heaven. He sighed and moved closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I tiptoed to make myself a bit taller. "Bella..." he murmured against my lips. I smiled. The Rohypnol must be really strong if he was that doped up after one sip.

I heard someone enter the room and gasp. That was cue number two.

Gasping, I took a half-step back while making sure my hips was still attached to his. His eyes flew open and he stared dopily at me, blurred confusion on his face. "What-I thought you liked me?" he asked, his voice a question as he opened his arms and dragged me back to him. Bella let out a sob and turned to fly out of the house as Edward started kissing my neck.

I disconnected myself from Edward and turned to mix into the crowd, not caring what he thought. He would faint in about two minutes and not remember anything when he woke up.

I jogged out the door and around the back, where I guessed Bella would be at. I slowed down when I was behind her, pausing for a fraction of a second to make her think I was upset. "Bella? I'm really, really, sorry, I didn't mean to do anything. I think he's drunk, he didn't mean it-"

Bella interrupted me. "No. I understand. I saw the way he was looking at you."

I waited three seconds before touching her shoulder lightly and turning to go inside. I slid my phone out from my omnipresent clutch and dialled Lauren. "Hello?"

"Lauren." I didn't bother with a greeting. "Are you in place?"

"Yes. I still don't understand why I have to go to that ridiculous event with you. I don't even have anything to do there anyway."

I sighed, walking one huge round around the house to enter via the front door. "You had to show Edward that you were at the party. It's called an alibi."

"I know what it's called," she snapped. I rolled my eyes. Bitch.

"Good. So you know why you have to reappear here again after you've done the deed." I bit my tongue to add another snarky comment to that and snapped the phone shut, hanging up on her.

Lauren
Our envy of others devours us most of all.
-Alexander Solzhenitsyn

I glared at the LG Ice Cream phone in my hand huffily before throwing it into the sequinned purse dangling on my arm. That bloody girl. Who did she think she was? First she insulted my intelligence, than she gave me orders like a dog. If she thought she was superior, she had another think coming.

I stared up the blank wall I was supposed to climb. God, why I hadn't decided just to call him was beyond me. I had no idea how to scale this stupid wall. There were no cracks, no vines, nothing. I sighed and stomped over to a side window. Fuck the Blacks and their silky smooth walls. I grabbed my numerous tissues and glued them to the window with lip balm to form a thick layer before using my elbow to smash in the window. The lip balm wasn't a very good glue, so a muffled shatter sounded.

Ignoring it, I smashed out the rest of the glass and crawled in, landing with a thump on the floor. I got up, looking around the room I had ungracefully landed in. The kitchen. Of course. I walked silently over to the hallway, not fearing the Blacks. They were at a social function that only ended...at...nine...

Shit! That was in five minutes.

I started mumbling curses under my breath as I fumbled in my purse for the notepad and box that held a single glossy rock. Apparently it was symbolic or something. Whatever.

"Crap!" I cursed, dropping the rock onto the floor with a loud clatter. I stared at it for a second before ignoring it and turning around and scribbling out a little note for Jacob Black.

Jake-

Meet me tonight outside of the Cullen's. Please. Come ASAP. Edward cheated on me.

The writing wasn't mine. It was Bella's.

Headlights shone off the hallway from the driveway. I looked up, startled. "Shit! Dammit, I'm dead," I muttered, bending down hastily to pick up the rock and shove it on the side table on top of the note. I turned, and after making sure the note was secure, fled to the kitchen. I started to manipulate the slippery counter as a key rattled in the lock.

"Damn. Damn, damn, damn," I muttered as my foot caught in the pipes. And they were new shoes, too. I gritted my teeth and jumped out the window, managing not to tear my dress or cut myself on the glass shards. I landed on all fours on the concrete and took off down the sidewalk, my purse swinging wildly as I ran.

I ducked around a glossy black car and crouched to wait. I didn't have to wait long. Jacob came flying out of his house, his wheelchair-ridden father yelling at him. He ran into his car and drove off. I sighed and let myself relax before dialling Jane's number. Phase one was done.