Hi people. Ummmm… Sorry about stopping for what over a few months? I'm not really sure. But well here it goes.

When I came to I was strapped to the back of Evangeline with Rosalie and Emmet on either side, bracing me.

"What happened?" I slurred suddenly. Emmet looked up shocked that I was awake.

"There was a ratty hat sitting on the side of the path."

"A hat? Really? You've made it to a new level of paranoid Evangeline. Good girl." I said absently as I stroked Evangeline's mane.

"So, how do you know Edward?" I asked absently.

Emmet's eyes glinted wickedly as he turned to answer, "I'm his personal weapons advisor. Although truly I think he just keeps me around because he needs someone to laugh at."

I laughed internally although I kept a pretty straight face thinking of Edward laughing at Emmet. It was just so stupid.

Rosalie slapped Emmet on the back of the head and then said, "He may be his weapons advisor, but they've been best friends since what they were eight? Was that it?"

"Oh…"

The rest of the ride to the neighboring village was rather quiet as we sat and rode.

Eventually the town came into view with an adorable little shack on the outskirts.

We continued on the cobbled streets hearing the vendors calling out with their different products as the peasants scurried around us trying make a living. A horse rider galloped by as the peasants begged for money. He just spit on them and rode off. I was appalled.

We came across a bar, the perfect place to start doubt. Everyone thinks you're telling the truth if you're completely drunk. I dismounted and hobbled over to the doors. My leg still ached horridly as if it would be better not to have it. I already had my hat on so that was no problem, with the whole gender thing.

I found a wobbly chair and sat. I called out above the ruckus that was surrounding me as Rose and Emmet entered, choosing a table at least ten feet away from me. I felt bad that they weren't with me, while at the same time I was thanking all the gods that they sat far away.

I called out to the barkeep for a beer and threw a coin over. He nodded, with a grim grin and I noticed his missing teeth.

A few moments later a bargirl came over and handed me my drink with a wink. I was confused until I realized I looked like someone she would flirt with. Curse the female gender. That's not right. Curse the males. I'm confused. I need to stay female it makes things so much easier.

I took a swig of my drink and nearly gagged at the bitter taste it left. That was by far the worst drink I have ever had. None the less I kept drinking. I had to keep up appearances after all.

How to start? The odd thing is, is that I was sure I knew exactly how I was going to spread doubt until I actually had to. I took another sip of my drink then started to ramble to myself, like a loon.

"Idiots, the English are coming! The English are coming", I started laughing hysterically hoping that no one actually noticed me. "Trying to defend the front when all of their spies are infiltrating the borders. No, no, no! To careful to attack the sides, to simple-minded. So, we are just going to be unguarded and decimated. Life has a funny way of living! Forces of hundreds of thousands I hear. So, many men, so many deaths, so many battles." I glanced carefully around and noticed I had gained a tiny little congregation of town gossips.

"Forces are to weak, we're going to die, there's a lack of defense. We need the borders, they aren't attacking frontally…" I started to move when I realized I was a tad drunk. I looked down and noticed I had downed my whole beer without noticing.

A burly villager leaned closer to me and whispered a question. I responded immediately like any sane drunk person. "Of course the English have larger forces! It's like an anthill, they keep coming, going to attack the sides I tell ya!" The man looked a little taken back, but was still curious.

The villagers suddenly all pounced on the chance to hear about any information of the war. Questions were thrown left and right, the answers being equally tossed towards them as the bar went into a frenzy of gossip mongers.

Rose and Emmet were in the corner grinning to themselves in a very mischievous way.

Before I even noticed I had ordered another beer, I saw that there were three empty glasses in front of me. I started to get somewhat worried; I can't hold my liquor well. I started to silently panic thinking of all of the things I could accidentally say. Each scenario got worse and worse until I could picture all of England being burned down until all that was left was an empty plain stretching for miles upon miles.

I tried standing and stumbled a few steps, before someone caught my hand and pulled me to the door. I gasped as the light pierced my eyes, and I gagged at the smell surrounding me as I was led through the streets.

I was so drunk that I don't even recall getting to the inn.

I woke with a headache that could kill a turtle. (Don't laugh at me…) I rolled over and groaned with the ache in my stomach and the throbbing pain still in my leg. I felt something touch my shoulder and I whipped around to face him.

I pulled a knife from inside my boot and held it to his throat while he choked in surprise and stared wide eyed at me. My hair caressed my face, so I knew my cover was blown anyway, so I could speak normally.

"Who are you?" I demanded quickly.

"The innocent guy who dragged you out of a bar yesterday." He tried to feign innocence and it made me laugh. He looked utterly confused as I held a blade to his throat and giggled.

Before I knew what was happening, he had the blade in his hand and my arm behind my back, with me face down on the cot. This was a predicament.

I considered ending it here, but then decided not to! Yeah!

His breathing was rough in my ear, as he whispered that I should probably not move at the moment. I relented and froze against the coarse sheet, as he gently released my arm. The second he was off of me I rolled off of the bed and backed up. I hit the door within moments as he called, "Don't!"

I stood next to the door, with my hand on the handle. For some reason, I really wanted to get an explanation for everything that had just happened.

"Okay, then, who are you?"

"I already answered that, no you didn't, you answered what you did. Who are you?"

He considered it for a moment, then stuck out his hand and said, "Alex, you?"

I thought about lying to him, but for some reason that just didn't seem right. "Bella."

I truly looked at him for the first time really quickly, his hair was a dark black in thick waves, and his eyes were a piercing blue. His nose was delicate and yet still masculine. As I stared at him is was dually noted that he should be considered gorgeous, but all I could think of was the color green.

Alex looked questioningly at me and asked, "Bella? French, right?"

I nodded as he thought for a moment, then in very rough French asked me how I felt. I laughed and continued speaking in Spanish for him.

We had a bit of a small talk conversation, before I finally questioned him, "Why did you pull me out of the bar?"

"You looked like you were trying to leave so I went over and helped, but by the time you had made it outside, I wasn't giving you aid, I was carrying you. So, I brought you back to where I am staying."

I nodded somewhat inconspicuously and then noted that I didn't have my hat. My hat!

"Where is it?" I asked myself aloud as I searched the room, scouring the ground and the cot.

"Where's what?" Alex asked as he too looked around.

"My hat!" He shook his head and reached behind himself, out of his belt he drew a limp piece of fabric and I wanted to run and hug him. I grabbed my hat and spoke, "I have to go, now!"

I turned and rushed out before he could say anything else.

There you go peoples, that might not be my longest chapter, but it's getting there.