It was still dark when I felt something hit my feet at the end of the bed. I woke violently, my body jolting upwards as my arms came out in protection, trying to reach whatever was touching me. I felt coldness against my hands, my eyes adjusting to the dark room, the only light coming from the hall. Rosalie was blur moving back and fourth between my bed and my dresser, folding my clothes nicely into the bag at my feet. Her blonde hair cascaded over her face, but when I caught glimpses she held no emotion.

"What's going on?" I asked, my voice cracked from sleep. She ignored me for a moment, disappearing into the bathroom, returning within an instant with all my toiletries.

"We have to leave." She said to me, zipping up the side of my bag. "Here are some clothes for you. Our plane leaves in an hour." Before I had a chance to respond, she was gone, clothes now in my lap as the door slightly swung from her departure. I sat in my bed, my blankets hugging around my waist as I tried to play catch up. My clock on my nightstand read four in the morning and my mind was trying to comprehend what just happened. Though, the feeling was not unfamiliar. My heart sunk at the sight of the bag and I brought my hand up to touch the small pinwheel pendant that lay against my neck.

I didn't want to anger Rosalie, so instead of finding and questioning her I stood up and changed. I threw my hair up and packed a few extra things that she missed. I went to my bedside table, opening the drawer to all of the letters I had received over the past several months from Alec and tied them together with a rubber band, setting them into my suitcase. I heard the door opening and closing downstairs, the car starting up and I knew it was time to leave. I pulled on my sneakers and grabbed my bag, heading for the door but stopping midway to look back at my room.

I felt a twinge of pain in the pit of my stomach, gulping down a dry breath. I didn't decorate it much while I lived here. Only a few paintings on the wall and a lamp, but even so I found it hard to leave, like every time I packed up to move it always made me feel nauseous. I looked away, leaving the room and headed down the stairs. Everything was cleared, there was nothing left behind. Either tossed or burned, I didn't ask questions. Rosalie came back in, watching me as I looked around our home. She smiled slightly but urged me towards the door.

"Where are your bags?" I asked her curiously as we stepped outside.

"I'll be updating my wardrobe." She said simply, my eyes fixating on her as she walked down the porch. She threw my bag into the trunk of the red convertible, the doors unlocking so I could get in, giving one last look to my truck.

"That thing was a death sentence, anyways." Rosalie said, appearing in the driver's side just as my door shut. I stayed silent, bringing my legs up as we pulled out of the drive way, the Wyoming sky still lit up with stars though the house was casted with an eerie darkness as if no one had even lived there at all.

-TSIPWR-

The car ride was short and quiet. I never asked Rosalie where we were going or even why. I kept my mouth shut, my knees to my chest until we arrived at the airport, a small jet waiting for only the two of us. As we made our way out of the car, Rosalie grabbed a small back pack from behind, handing it to me.

"Reading material. It's going to be a long trip." She said. I groaned softly, grabbing the bag and hoisting it over my shoulder as she disappeared to the back of the car. "Yes." I heard her say from the trunk. "We are at the airport now." She paused, closing the trunk and glancing over to me. She turned around, silent for a moment until she slid her phone into her pocket. "Ready?" She asked. I nodded, feeling her free arm come around my waist, walking me towards the jet.

"What about the convertible?" I asked.

"Someone with good taste will pick it up." She smiled, her heels clicking against the pavement as the stairs of the jet hit the ground. A man stepped out to the side, grabbing my suitcase from Rosalie as she reached for my hand. The coldness of her skin was a relief against the pressure and heat that was built up inside of me from the nerves of moving somewhere new. She smiled and rubbed my shoulder, leading me up the first step. Moving around was something I was used to, from New York to Deer Isle to Forks and all the way to Hilo then to Jackson. But even if I was used to it, it never lessen the anxiety of leaving somewhere I had just grown comfortable with.

The stewardess met us at the door, welcoming us on the plane. I stepped between the curtains and was taken aback slightly by the sight. There was no doubt a pretty penny was spent on this, the small jet decked in white ivory and gold. Recliner chairs with their own set of flat screen TV, a large tan leather couch just across from the recliners, a vase of black and yellow roses on the side table that was decked with a wine bottle in a case of ice, a bowl of candies and crystal glasses.

"Make yourself at home we will be lifting off to the Philippines in five minutes." The stewardess said behind me. My head whipped around, my mouth slightly gaping as Rosalie's smile faded.

"The Philippines?" I hissed.

"Just get comfortable, Bella. It's going to be a long ride." Rosalie said as she stepped to the side. I was frozen, speechless. Something was wrong, something had to have happened. All the moving I had done in the past was across the US. Not across the world.

"Miss? Can I get you something to drink?" The stewardess asked me. My mouth was dry but I was able to shake my head before moving to my seat. My bag fell to the floor, my fingers gripped the pinwheel charm on my neck and I watched as the sun came up in the distance. Minutes passed, but they didn't register to me. The jet was moving and I watched as we lifted up from the ground and into the clouds.

"Welcome aboard, this is your captain speaking. We will be arriving to the Philippines nearing nine pm their time with a quick stop in Berlin for a fuel." The Captain said over the speaker, it clicking off as the flat screens flickered to life. I turned my head towards the window, the clouds a soft shade of pink and orange as the sun rose higher in the sky. My eyes were wet with tears, though I tried to escape them by taking deep breaths. They disappeared within seconds, my body aching with sleep as I brought the blind down over the window, casting deep into darkness.

-TSIPWR-

I woke with a soft stroking on my shoulder, my lips parting as my eyes blinked open and turning to see Rosalie in the recliner next to me, smiling subtly as she rubbed my back. The windows were lit with light, the screens playing an old black and white movie as a soft melody floated through the air.

"Bella, you've been asleep for ten hours." Rosalie told me. "Aren't you the least bit hungry?" She asked nicely, but her tone did not lessen my anger towards the situation. I looked away, a blanket falling into my lap as my stomach growled it's contentment towards her statement. I nodded my head and within seconds she had a tray and plate in front of me filled with mushroom ravioli and a side salad. My stomach growled even louder at the smell and Rosalie snickered, handing me my fork and knife.

"I'm still mad." I reassured her as I lifted a fork full of mushrooms into my mouth.

"I know." She told me, pulling my hair back behind my shoulders. "But you know these are not my plans. I only do what I am told."

"Then I'm mad at him." I told her, taking a sip of the Evian water. Rosalie smiled and tilted her head away from me.

"Join the club." Her voice did not falter, but I knew that came with practice. Suddenly, I felt silly for being angry at Rosalie in the first place. It was not her fault, rather than Edward's. If she would have her choice, I'm sure she would want to be in Forks with Emmett. The thought plummeted my heart and I knew I was still that wall divided between the two of them. I set down my fork and looked over to her.

"I'm sorry you have to be my babysitter." I told her. She looked back to me, her eyebrows furrowing as she sat farther back into the recliner. "I know you'd rather be with Emmett and trust me, I hate being the reason why you can't see him."

"Bella, I do not blame you for that." She told me.

"Do you blame Edward?" I asked. She shifted in her seat, her beautiful golden curls falling over her shoulders as she shook her head.

"I owe him a debt." She said.

"A debt?"

"It was only a few years ago. I was in a very bad place in my life. And Edward helped me find something special." She said and I felt my breathing hitch and for a moment I had wondered that if this had occurred before Emmett. Rosalie laughed, as if she could read my mind. "Do not even cross that line. Edward and I have been nothing but friends." She told me and I felt my shoulders relax, but my cheeks redden with embarrassment. "I was in Italy for a visit with my friend. Aro was angry that I hadn't replaced my last donor who had died…" She paused, flickering her eyes to me. "When I went to pick out my donor at the auction, I realized how disinterested I was in it. It was like herding cows… It was cruel and malicious. But I knew I couldn't leave empty handed…"

She paused as the music stopped, playing into another melody before she continued.

"I was going to slip out without Aro noticing… But that's when I saw Emmett. He was fifteen. And he had almost thirty bidders. All female. All very interested. But the worst of them all was Ana. She was far older than me… She had more power, more resources. She offered Aro nearly a hundred new stocks of humans while I had nothing." She paused. "It's very unusual for a vampire to want to be with a human in a way other than their blood… But Emmett was different. Just as you are to Edward and Alice is to Jasper. We can't explain it… Our whole lives are spread in darkness because of what we are. And these specific humans… They are like lights, leading us home. It's a feeling I cannot describe. But I knew when I saw him I loved him."

"What happened?" I asked.

"Ana won. And I knew what his ending would be. She would use him for sex and blood. She would kill him within a week. And I knew I could not let that happen. I went to Edward… Because I knew he and Carlisle were good friends. He seemed to have a soft spot for my story…" She said, glancing over to me with a smile. "He agreed to help with nothing but a handshake and a promise that if he needed help in the future, I would be there."

"What happened to Ana?" I asked.

"I don't know." She shrugged. "Edward disappeared that night and when he returned the next morning, Emmett was back on the market. He convinced Aro to give Emmett to me, though Aro was not happy about it granted he had just lost the promise of a hundred new stocks, but he agreed. And I took Emmett back to America with me the next day." She said, her eyes drifting off into thought. "He has grown into quite a man since we have been together. But he also has helped me grow into quite a woman. I don't know where I would be without him…" She sighed. "So when Edward called me… I knew I had to leave."

"I wish you didn't have to leave him." I told her, reaching for her hand. She gripped onto me, smiling proudly.

"Edward helped me more than I could ever imagine. I was honored to return the favor. So do not feel as if I am angry with you… Or him. I know Emmett is waiting for me. And when all of this is over, I will return to him. That helps me through my days." She said, leaning forward to press a kiss to my temple. "Edward loves you very much, Bella. He would not fly you across the world just to anger you."

"I know that." I told her.

"Do you?" She asked. "He wants you to be safe. That's all."

"I know." I nodded. She smiled and patted my hand, pulling away as she drifted back to her own seat. I leaned back into my chair, picking at my plate as I felt a weight on my chest. Edward had done so good by Rosalie and I wondered momentarily why he would do such a thing without even knowing that she would help him in the future. The thought of him… The thought of such a good person he truly is made me miss him even more.

I settled back into my chair and watched the silent movie as the ache in my heart made itself even more prominent than before.

Later, when we stopped in Berlin, we did not go very far. The refueling was quick and fast and I was only able to visit a gift shop. I stumbled upon a gold ring, black markings of North, East, South and West circled around it. Next to it was a similar ring, but in a smaller form and instead of the markings of a compass, etched the words 'We are split in two, but are never far.' I made no hesitation to buy the matching pair, the pudgy woman at the counter smiling kindly at me as I handed her my Euros.

Back on the plane, I showed them to Rosalie who touched them with care, running her fingers over the markings.

"I think it means that our souls are split in half." I told her. "And no matter how far apart we are, we are never that far. We will always find each other." I said with a soft shrug,

"I think that is exactly what it means." She smiled as I slid my ring onto my ringer finger, sighing, rubbing the larger one.

"Will you send it to him?" I asked her. "I… I don't know when I'm going to see him next and… I don't want there to be any trail back to me. In case someone is watching us." I told her, my voice heavy with ache. Rosalie nodded her head, but did not take the ring from me.

The rest of the plane ride was spent reading and card playing, though I lost most of the times with Rosalie, but the hours seemed to fly by and before I knew it, I was glancing out the window over Cebu, Philippines. The city was brightened with lights, the moon high in the sky as the ocean crashed upon waves. When we landed, I was quick to my feet, though Rosalie was at my side. We gathered our things and headed out the door.

A man met us with a black car, my bags being packing into the trunk as we welcomed us to Cebu. The smell of fresh air sent my head whirling, my lips pressing together as I rubbed the ring that settled on my finger. The drive was long, though the scenery was beautiful. Exotic like Hawaii, Cebu was even better. The forests here were alive with animals sounds and lights of the moon. I let my window down, the air sticky with heat but refreshing with the rain drops that casted down my skin.

Nearly an hour later the car slowed to a stop and I could hear waves crashing down to the sand. It did not surprise me that our new home was on the beach, Edward seemed to be keen on a tropical home but the house was gorgeous. Smaller than Hilo, but just the right size for Rosalie and I together, the beach house was perfect. Rosalie tipped the man and grabbed my bag as I walked towards our new home, sand sprinkled across the stairs as we headed inside.

It smelled of vanilla and lavender, a soft cream color adorning the home as a spiral staircase sat in the middle of the room.

"Your bedroom is upstairs, to the right." She said, handing me my bag. "I'll start on your dinner. Go make yourself at home." She told me. I walked to the staircase, touching the metal bar as I headed up in a spiral, reaching the top as a long hallway went down to two doors, one on the right and one of the left. I opened the right door and felt as if my breath had been knocked out of me. A king size bed was low near the ground, a mosquito net covering the white covers as the window opened to the beach. The glossy woodened floor glinted in the moonlight as soft orange lamps casted a soft brown glow in the room.

I dropped my bag and walked towards the door that led into the connected bathroom. A large Jacuzzi tub filled the corner, a glass wall showing the beach with no neighbors for miles, a deck leading out to a small sitting area. I bit at my lip and wondered what I would do with such a big bedroom all to myself.

I turned back to my room and walked to my bag, unzipping and bringing my clothes to my mahogany dresser. I spent an hour or so unpacking before drifting down the stairs. Rosalie was finishing with dinner, placing the utensils at the table.

"This is… incredible." I told her.

"Not so angry now, are you?" She asked with a smile. I laughed and tucked my hair behind my ears as I sat at the table. It did not take me long to eat my dinner before I felt a wall hit me. The tiredness rubbed at my eyes, enticing and nudging. Rosalie knew immediately and helped me from the chair. My jet legged kicked in and even though I tried to protest, Rosalie would not hear it. She tucked me into my new bed, the feeling of it foreign but not unpleasant as she kissed the top of my forehead.

"Goodnight, sweet girl." She told me before standing.

"Rose?" I called out to her. She sat back down, tucking my hair behind me. "Thank you. For everything." I told her and she grinned, nodding her head before disappearing all together.

-TSIPWR-

I had no recollection of time, my dreams were of the ocean and of the waves that flowed so effortlessly on the sand but they were interrupted by a soft hum of energy, almost something electric. I moved in my sleep, turning to reach the hum but it only drifted over me in constant lapses. Suddenly, it was next to me and I could feel it on my cheeks, whispering my name like the soft wind that blew outside.

Isabella.

The voice was soothing and gentle. My body reacted quickly as my eyes fluttered open. I looked up to see the netting surround me and then my eyes casted down to the pair of golden eyes that watched me just on the opposite table.

My heart lifted readily and his smile brought tears to my eyes. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, hoping that this wasn't a dream. He was cold and hard, just as I remembered him and he was chuckling in my ear, whispering my name over and over again like a prayer. My cheeks were wet, his hands pulling me away to wipe the tears. We rolled together, my body now on top of him as his arms wrapped around my waist.

"Tell me I'm not dreaming," I breathed, my thumb rubbing across his cheek. "Tell me your really here." He watched me for a moment, wiping at my own cheeks as his smile was small but pure.

"It's me. I'm really here." He swore.

"I've… Missed you." I choked, his lips casting downwards at my evident pain. He hushed me quickly, picking me up and setting me onto my back. My legs came up hoisting around his hips as he kissed at my cheeks, taking away the tears.

"I've missed you." He told me against my skin. "So much." His fingers tangled in my hair as our foreheads touched, his golden eyes looking deep into my own brown. I touched his lids, wondering the color but did not ask. He smiled and kissed my nose, his lips cold as ice that melted against my warm skin. "Please stop crying." He pleaded.

"I can't help it." I smiled and shook my head.

"I've waited for this moment… For months now. And now that I am here, I still can't believe it." He grinned. "I never want to go through that again." He said, kissing my forehead. I nodded with him and touched his jaw, gripping his chin and bringing myself towards him. "I love you." He told me. I smiled as our noses touched, my tears subsiding as my arm went around his neck.

"I love you." I whispered, feeling his lips gently skim mine. I pushed my chest up against his, our lips colliding as I opened my mouth instantly and granted him inside. He moaned against me, fire and ice rubbing and feeling and smelling and grabbing… It all felt new again. My heart soared and leaped and was suddenly covered my ice as his palm touched my chest. I whimpered against his mouth, gripping his shirt tightly.

"I want to be close to you." I told him.

"You are so close to me already, Bella." He said but I slowly shook my head.

"I want all of you… I need all of you… I've missed you so much." I told him. He groaned against the skin of my neck, kissing just along my bite mark. "Edward… Please. Take me." I cried breathlessly as I ached for him.

"I can't…" He groaned. "Not like that… Not tonight." He paused at my whimpering, his fingers touching along my breasts. I turned to look at him and suddenly his eyes were no longer gold, but black. "I need to feed."

"Yes…" I moaned my approval, feeling his icy hand on the small of my back. He lifted me, laying me back down against my pillows. He touched me everywhere, my hips my legs, my waist and my breasts. He moved along the exposed mounds, kissing over the fabric of my shirt where my nipples were hardened. I moaned loudly, biting my lip as he reached for my neck.

"I love you. So much. I'm never going to leave you again. You are mine." He whispered possessively. I nodded my head, gripping the back of his hair as his teeth skimmed my mark. I yelled his name and suddenly the wound was open again, my body lifting in pleasure as I drifted into paradise.

Sorry for the wait, loves. Hope this makes it up.

ii