I crawled into bed holding Jake's jacket on my arms –he always kept a spare change of clothes in the bushes at my house-, he'd given it to me after saying, "I don't exactly need this you know," and kissing me sweetly. My heart had begun to beat again, my cheeks to glow once more, and when I saw him or thought of him I smiled to myself. Jake. I was beginning to like him too fast but maybe that was a good thing.

I remembered Jake sneaking into my room to tuck me in before he left. I hadn't expected him to do it all I remember is standing there in my room in my pajamas and then turning around almost to receive a heart attack to see him clutching onto the window with a sheepish smile saying, "Couldn't stand to leave without a better goodbye. He'd walked over, thrown me over his shoulder with me hissing at him for fear of Charlie, "What the hell are you doing Jake," threw me in the bed, and placed the blankets around my chin. He reached out and his warm hands held my face close to his before placing a kiss on my forehead, and saying, "Good night."

"Don't let the vampires bite," I'd said in return as he'd gone to the window. Jacob's low laugh made me smile and then he said another thing before he left.

"Bella… I love you." And then he disappeared out the window, I ran towards it watching him look up at me with a smile as I blushed in return. "Good night," he nodded and ran away chuckling deeply.

And now I lay in bed ready to go to sleep and hopeful for the day to come.

….outside my window I didn't know that unsuspecting spiders were spinning invisible webs all around the puddles….. waiting to ambush the crickets and grasshoppers who were cousins in the same cause. A young female cricket kissed her grasshopper husband before crying as they chirped their last chirps before going to bed and tucking in their mixed grassket baby into the crib, their grassket baby was the heir to the cricket and grasshopper kingdom and this young couple were the last remaining price and princess of their kingdoms in the great war that had been going on for a few months –ever since Edward left to be precise so it can be blamed on him… I guess-…..

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"Um, Edward another thing…" Alice murmured in her seat in the airplane as a quick image filtered through her mind.

"No! Edward flew towards the cockpit pounding on the door yelling, "Go faster dammit! I'll pay you $20,000! One million! Just show me taillights and get this plane to Forks now!" The rest of the Cullens stared at Alice as she just murmured to her family, over her brother's yells and the grunts of the airmen trying to pull him away from the door to the cockpit, "Jake's dating Bella."

"I've got to get to her! She's my woman," growled Edward as Emmett decided to help the airmen on the plane and tie up Edward to a chair. Edward couldn't blow their cover, no matter how mad he was and how much he wanted to see Bella, so he just sat there glaring at Emmett.

"If you don't stop moving bro they may think you're a terrorist and give you a cavity search," grinned Emmett. "Besides, you two were close its not like he can take her virginity or anything right?" Edward's eyes widened. "You and her didn't?..."

"How the hell could I?"

"Well when a mommy vampire and a daddy vampire…"

Edward started thrashing in his seat, "Get me to Forks now! I don't want his scruffy werewolf hands on Bella!"

"How close is she to this guy?"

"Close," breathed Alice.

"You can kiss her virginity goodbye Edward. He'll have her on her back before you can say 'Homewrecker.' And don't tell-" Edward got his foot free and kicked Emmett in the larynx shutting him up for a full 5 minutes as he choked on the air that he'd grown accustomed to breathing not remembering that he didn't need air. Rosalie rolled her eyes and smacked her head muttering under her breath, "At least he's pretty."

"Fly or die," he growled to the flight attendants threateningly, and they could see it in the gleam of his eyes that Edward meant it.

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They had it all planned out. They'd bought the duct tape, a bunch of bananas, rope, and paper that they'd printed their flyers on. Voldemort snickered as Aro and Marcus helped him set up the trap at the Cullen's house. Caius obediently went through the town late in the night, with Jane trailing after him holding onto the end of his leash that kept him nearby, as he slipped a paper in every mailbox of the students of Forks. And because they feared the wolves Voldemort went through the La Push reservation and placed invites in their mailboxes.

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I woke up from my sleep, I'd finally been resting fitfully and dreaming sweet dreams, but for some reason I'd awoken as if sensing something trying to pull at me from far away. Something scratched at the back of my mind; his voice again. Bella.

"Jake," I murmured half awake thinking that maybe Jacob had snuck inside my room and whispered my name. He'd do that in a creepy manner just to scare the hell out of me and laugh on the floor later. I knew his sick form of humor now and it was a reason I liked him, he was a goof. Then again I was used to guys sneaking in my room now though it was a very annoying habit. Could they not come see me in the morning?

No, its Edward. Stop bothering me Edward! Look I've finally moved on! You're in grave danger Bella. I've got the wolves to protect me Edward. It'll take more than wolves to protect you Bella. Alice saw something terrible happening so we're coming for you. What the hell? No! No! No! No! Turn around and go back the way you came. I can't and I won't. Why now of all times are you coming back? Jake and I are dating. I know. Then why come back and ruin something that's barely started? You left for a reason! You didn't want me in your life at all! YOU LEFT! So dammit stay away. I can't. Dammit why the hell not? I still love you and always have.

I wanted to go back to sleep and pretend this hadn't happened but I couldn't. I was frustrated and my heart was jumping in my chest. I thought this had stopped a while ago and it only started beating again for Jacob. Edward, I sent back to him, listen to me leave me alone. One reply was all I got, No. And then there was silence.

"Don't leave you chicken," I growled. I got up, shifting the bed a little as I did, and then being the klutz I am I tripped over a loose floorboard. "Ow," I muttered rubbing my feet in my hands as I looked down at the stubborn piece of wood that had come loose within my room. I sucked in a breath from the pain shooting up my leg from my foot and made sure it wasn't bleeding. Good, jut a bruise. I muttered some profanities under my mouth involving "hob-trolls" and "snargles" though I didn't know what they were and then my eyes alighted on the piece of wood and I reached out for it

I was curious. At least I'd tell myself that later, but in that moment as I lifted up the board I knew it wasn't just curiosity that lifted up that board. Why hadn't I left it down? The answer: I still cared for Edward though I was growing to care for Jacob even more.

The board didn't pry off easily, I ran to my bathroom and got the screwdriver under the sink –Charlie left toolboxes all around the house saying, "You'll never know when you need something." So at this moment I was thankful for my eccentric father.- I unscrewed the nails within the wood and jerked the board up off from the floor. When it came loose I fell backwards on my but and let out a small gasp of shock and… fright. I was scared as an overwhelming smell drifted from within the confines of my floor. Edward. Inside my floor, nestled delicately in a silk cloth as if it were a holy object of great value, were my things that Edward had given me, each one held some of his scent, and each one looked as if it were placed in there with the utmost care, like someone had taken the time because they loved every object but had to part with them. "No Edward. Why did you have to go and do this?" And as I sifted through the pictures of my golden-haired angel and myself, noticing his cool reserved face in each one my heart broke, there on top of my possessions was a scratch of paper placed in there as an after thought. I knew Edward was dramatic and I should've expected this with his melancholy ways but I hadn't really believed what he told me. If he loved me he would never have left me like that. Tears streamed down my face as I read the paper.

Bella,

I know you'll never find this because what are the chances you'll actually go around your house uplifting planks of wood? I know I shouldn't write something so unserious in this letter but it's the only thing I can do is write something to make me laugh, though I can't even do that, as I write this letter. I didn't want to leave you but I had to for your safety and I know what I'm going to do this week when I see you before we leave, I'll have to lie to you. I love you Bella. I always have and always will. No matter what happens. So to make myself feel somewhat better, though I leave you this coming week I won't be leaving you completely. Nestled in these boards I'll watch over you.

Leaving you will be the hardest thing I'll ever do now, and I know should you die I won't be long after you. Take care and if you should find this I'm sorry for what I've done but please have a happy life, fall in love with someone else. For me. Humans can do that you know, fall easily, I can't but I'd rather have you happy Bella. I want to die knowing your life wasn't in vain that you had a long happy one because then my life will have been worth it if I made you live.

But I want you to know that I love you, always.

-Edward

"Edward, I found it," I said to the air, sending it to him. "Your gifts." But all I heard in reply was a deep breath taken and I didn't know if it was from Edward or myself… And there was no doubt in my mind as I stared at the gifts that he still loved me.

I laid next to the floorboards for an hour or more crying, touching the objects with relish, and then feeling sick with myself for doing so. Jake, it was a name that whispered within my mind intermingling with the name Edward. What was I going to do?