A/N All thing Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer :)

JPOV

I set the note on the table for Sam and the other pack members to look at.

"It doesn't smell like a vamp," Quil said.

"Who else could it have come from?" Leah asked.

They all looked at me expectantly. I shrugged, "I have no idea. All three of the vamps who wanted her dead are dead. Who the hell knows where the Cullen's are. Maybe it's that tool Mike Newton. He always had a thing for Bella; maybe it's from him"

I walked away from the table and away from the mysterious letter. Poor Bella could never catch a break, if it wasn't psychotic vamps that were trying to kill her it was a wacko from Maine.

"Jake, there's not much we can do. We can watch her house but if we can't figure out who sent the letter our hands are tied," Sam said.

I knew all of this, but it still pissed me off. I snatched the letter off the table and stuffed it in my pocket, "Thanks Sam."

After I left Sam's I drove to Port Angelis. Bella's birthday was coming up and I wanted to get her something nice, something that would help take her mind off the weirdness that surrounded her. I wandered in and out of stores all afternoon not finding much of anything. Later as I drove back to Forks I thought about the letter. I knew it came from Maine and was addressed to Bella rather than Isabella so whoever sent it knew her personally. Maybe I could talk to Charlie; see if he could find out where the Cullen's had disappeared to.

I've been watching you, God what the hell could that mean?

BPOV

Charlie was camped out on the couch watching some sports program. I finished making his sandwich and carried it to the living room, "Lunch Dad," I said setting the plate down on the coffee table.

"Thanks Bells. Jake coming over today?"

I picked up his empty beer can and shook it, "Mhmm. You want another?"

Charlie nodded, taking a big bite of his sandwich. I took the empty can and walked off toward the kitchen. The doorbell rang and I motioned Jake to come in.

"How's my favorite girl?" he asked kissing me briefly.

"Okay," I said, "You guys get anything from that letter?"

Jake shook his head no, "But Sam said we'll keep an eye out."

I nodded and got another beer for Charlie, "You want a sandwich?" I asked, motioning to the lunch meat on the counter.

"Here Dad," I set the beer down and went back to the kitchen.

Jake was sitting at the table, "Here," he said pushing a sandwich across the table, "Eat."

"Who do you think it could have been from?" I asked Jake as I sat toying with my sandwich.

Jake shrugged and took a huge bite of his sandwich. He chewed the swallowed hard, "I dunno Bells. Is it possible it could be from Edward?"

"I thought it didn't smell like vamp?"

"It didn't; but imagine all the human hands that handled the letter."

I nodded, that was true; but it would have been nice to know if one of the Cullen's had sent the letter.

"I wanna say something and I don't want you to get mad or upset, okay?" Jake said looking at me solemnly.

I nodded, "Okay."

"Maybe," he sighed and shoved his shaggy hair out of his face, "Maybe you should show the letter to Charlie."

I shook my head fiercely, "No. After Phoenix he'd probably freak out and threaten to send me to Jacksonville."

Jake nodded, "Okay. Maybe it was just a joke. We'll still watch the house, so don't worry okay?"

I nodded again and threw my uneaten sandwich away. I hoped to hell Jake was right; that it was just a joke.

This whole situation made me angry. I just wanted to have a normal life; go to school, make turkey sandwiches for my father, kiss my boyfriend. Was that too much to ask?

"So…I spent the afternoon trying to find you something for your birthday," Jake said nonchalantly.

I rolled my eyes, "Oh really?"

He nodded, "Yea. Did you know that you're about impossible to shop for?"

I laughed, "Why? Because I don't want anything?"

"You're a girl. Girls always want something."

I shrugged, "Take me to see that new alien robot movie."

Jakes eyes lit up, "Really? You want to see that?"

"Yes, it looks…interesting" I lied. I didn't care about my birthday or what we did; I just wanted to spend time with him.

Something woke me early the next morning. There was a noise, a scraping and the sound of something falling. I opened my eyes; my heart was pounding, and frantically looked around my room. Satisfied I was alone; I rolled over and clicked on the lamp.

Pens and pencils were scattered all over the desk, the old Tom and Jerry jelly jar I kept them in was turned on its side gently rocking back and forth.

I gasped; someone had been in my room; was in my house. I opened my door slowly and tiptoed out into the hallways.

Charlie's door was closed, a small shaft of light spilled out from under the door. I crept downstairs quietly, skipping the squeaky step, listening for any sound of movement from the rooms below me.

I tiptoed into the living room and looked out the front window. A dark colored car stopped at the stop sign on the corner, its red tail lights illuminating the silver Mercedes emblem on the trunk. I gasped, could it be? Carlisle?

The car turned, its red tail lights disappearing around the corner. It could have been a Mercedes or a Honda; it was dark and I was definitely no car expert.

"Bells? What are you doing sweetheart?"

I jumped, "Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed, "You scared me Dad."

"Sorry Honey. What are you doing?" Charlie looked concerned, I couldn't blame him, it was 5:30 in the morning and I was staring out the window like a lunatic.

"Oh…nothing; I thought I heard a noise. Come on, I'll make you breakfast."

I made fried eggs for Charlie and me and got ready for school. I grabbed my backpack from beside my bed and dug through the cluttered pocket searching for my keys.

"Where the hell are they?" I muttered, emptying the bag onto the kitchen table. I had school books, notebooks and scraps of paper and pens; but no truck keys.

I ran back upstairs and looked on my desk, rifled through the drawers; shuffling Cds and batteries out of the way; no truck keys there either.

I went back downstairs to check the hook by the back door. There were keys to Charlie's cruiser, spare house keys, and the key to an old bike chain, but no truck keys.

"Dad!" I yelled up the stairs.

Charlie appeared at the top of the stairs, tucking in his shirt, "What Bella?"

"Have you seen my keys? I can't find them," I asked him.

"You check your room?" I nodded, "The hook?" I nodded again, "And my bag. I can't find them."

"You didn't leave them in the truck did you?"

"I-" I paused; trying to remember, "I don't think so."

I went out to the truck and opened the door. I leaned in and checked the ignition, the glove box, even the visor.

"They're not in there," I told Charlie when I came back in.

He sighed, "Okay. I'll take you; just give me a minute to finish up."

On the way to school, I thought about where I could have lost my keys. The only place I'd been this weekend was Emily's. I was positive I'd put them in my backpack last night. When Charlie pulled up to the curb outside the main building of Peninsula College I got out, he rolled down the window and called to me before I headed to class, "I'll call Jack and see about getting you a new key made. If you need a ride home just give me a call." I thanked him and walked off to class.

I didn't really pay much attention to my classes. Too many strange things were going on, and nothing was adding up. There was Victoria's coming back after so long; the mysterious letter from Maine, the strange noise in my room, the possible Mercedes on the corner this morning and my missing keys. Something strange was going on; and instinct told me this was only the beginning.

JPOV

I sat in the Rabbit watching the woods around Bella's house. The pounding rain made it hard to see, but it was worth a shot. She'd called me at lunch and told me about the noise in her room this morning and her missing truck keys. I'd already decided that I'd be in the woods tonight watching. Whatever; whoever it was, was bound to come back sooner or later. They were intentionally trying to scare; I just didn't know why.

My thoughts drifted to Edward. It had to be him; he was the only one left. I'd already checked on Mike Newton; his mom had said he'd gotten a scholarship to USC and had left for California three weeks ago.

No one else had a grudge against Bella; the nomadic vampires were all dead; that left the Cullen's; and if it was one of them why the cloak and dagger routine?

Charlie pulled up in the cruiser; I opened the door and jogged across the soggy yard.

"Hey Jake," Charlie called balancing a pizza and a bottle of soda.

I opened the door for Bella and kissed her cheek, and took the pizza from Charlie. The three of us went inside. Something smelled and I wrinkled my nose.

"What's wrong?" Bella asked.

"Something smells. Almost like vamp." I told her.

Charlie had gone upstairs; I'd heard his bedroom door click shut. I set the pizza on the counter then I went upstairs, Bella followed behind me, holding onto the hem of my shirt.

I walked into her room and inhaled, "Someone's been in your room," I told her.

Her eyes widened, "who?"

"I don't know, Vamp I think. I can smell it, but it smells wrong." I walked further into her room and looked around. Everything looked the same; nothing was out of place. I turned, still searching. If they were here, they left her something. No point in breaking in if they weren't going to leave a message. Then I saw it, on the bookshelf, wedged between a weather copy of Wuthering Heights and Emma was a manila envelope.

"What's that?" I asked, pointing at the books.

Bella walked toward the bookcase and pulled on the envelope. I went and stood next to her and watched as she opened it and reached inside.

Bella gasped audibly as she pulled a stack of photos out and shuffled through them. There were photos of Bella and I on the beach, walking into her house, getting in the truck, getting out of the Rabbit. Pictures of us hugging and kissing; laughing. There were pictures from this morning, Bella in her pajamas looking out the living room window; walking out to her truck. In one photo she seemed to look directly at the camera, obvious irritation etched on her face. The last photo was of her and Charlie leaving the house this morning. She dropped the photos and they fluttered to the ground.

Bella looked at me, tears shining in her brown eyes, "Jake," she sobbed, "What's going on?"

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