Ugh!!! I'm getting so caught up in this story!!! Is it because there's nothing else for an only child to do during the summer? Or is it just my love of writing? Well, so that I won't feel like a lazy bum, I'll go with the love of writing. Hee. I know this one's also longer than most other chapters, but I promise that is in the least of your interest once you start reading! squeals coming from my mouth, the mouth of a proud mother

Thanks for the reviews, and just as you tell me to update; "More! More! More!!" These reviews are great and I really appreciate them!! But, I did mean to ask, would anyone here be kind enough to be my beta? I keep getting this feeling like I'm not keeping to the characters or like I'm missing some confusing areas, which leaves you being only a fragment of satisfaction from what I could be giving you…So…beta please come forth!

-L-

P.S. Stephenie Meyer owns the characters, books and me.

Edward

"What is it, Alice? What happened?" I asked, her face still shocked and hard. I briskly walked over to her, but it took her a good while before she began to slowly turn away from the door. She seemed lost. "What did you see?" Her eyes still looked wild; I was beginning to worry.

"Um…"she began, forcing her features to relax.

"Nothing…Come on, Edward. The house is empty, okay?" she spoke the last sentence carefully and hastily. "No one's been in here in a long time." She whispered, as though hoping she herself wouldn't hear. She had seen something. She just refused to tell me. Could it really have been that bad?

"Are you sure, because the look on your face has me worried that you just saw something paler than you." I teased. Ever since I found out how Bella died, it was constant depression and horribly bad jokes. The words that just left my lips, I hold as example. She glanced over at me, hurt written all over her face. I knew a pathetic joke like that could not have caused it. Before I even got to say anything more, she had headed towards the window, stopping briefly to gaze out, as if in search of something.

We ran our way back home in silence. She seemed to be concentrating on her next move towards what she saw, but she still wouldn't say what. She even had me blocked out. When we came into the house, we found Carlisle and Jasper in the living room, reading. Jasper immediately looked up and cocked his head to a side when Alice came in. He must have noticed it too.

"Alice, what happened?" he asked, moving quicker than lightning to face us up close. Carlisle peeked at us out of the corner of his book with and inquisitive look in his eyes.

"Nothing." She pressed. Her eyes glanced towards the door.

'Alice, what the hell's the matter with you? Who or what did you see back there?' I asked her privately. She shut her eyes in recoil.

'I'm not sure, Edward. I'm just not sure.' She replied.

When she opened her eyes, she seemed to have found what she wanted. Her eyes became fierce, the way they would be if we were feeding.

"I'm going for a hunt." she stated calmly.

"Do you want us to join you?" Jasper commented, glancing at Carlisle and me in reflex.

"No." she said in a tone that would make any mortal shrivel back in fear. She caught herself, and cleared her demeanor almost immediately. "I mean, no thanks. I need some alone time." She corrected darkly. She faked a smile, and then was out the door.

Bella

I didn't even know where I was running to. I'm afraid that I continued to trip at least 10 different times, not caring if anyone saw a girl fall to the ground and lift herself up then run away again exactly at the same time. I would have had fractures if I were still human. And if no fractures, many, many bruises for sure.

Even still, as I ran further and further from them, something in my heart knew that even if Alice told him, he wouldn't even give me a second thought. All I could think of were his last words to me. He'd basically said he didn't want me. Why should it be different now?

Right as these thoughts crossed my mind, I felt a stone ram up against my body. I ran into a stone. I'm running from people I love, tripping over my own two feet, the man I'm running from doesn't even love me, and now I've run into a stone! If I could cry of the frustration, there'd be a new river on its way. Once I lifted myself off the ground, thoughts of only destroying the marble piece of junk, I saw two polished black shoes in front of me. There were legs attached to it, a dark skirt draping shortly over the knees. A lacey white shirt covered the girl's upper torso, and the most gorgeous (female) face I'd seen in my entire life was gazing down at me. Her short black hair blew slightly in the wind as she glared me down with the same cold liquid onyx eyes that had left me so long ago. I refrained from speech as I began to think of why she had come. I stood myself upright, stepping back from her, hair in my face from the wind as well. For once since they'd come here, I couldn't begin to imagine what she might be thinking.