A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, I loved hearing your say on whether Bella should end up with Edward or Jake (one person even said both!)

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APOV:

"Bella!" I shriek happily as I spy my best human-friend in the world. Wow, she looks different. But the same too. It's like there's this whole new, older-looking, sophisticated Bella I've never seen before, but she still has some of the familiar features of the on I used to know.

From the corner of my eye I catch Edward swiftly standing up from his previous position on his knees.

Her brown eyes widen in shock as they fall upon mine. I remember that Bella used to hate surprises, and this must be a big one for her. I rush over and throw my arms around her in a tight embrace. A wave of happiness rushes over me as I feel her hot skin against mine and detect her familiar delightful scent. Jeez, I'd forgotten how good it was.

I pull away from Bella and cast a glance behind me to see how Jasper is coping with the aroma swirling around in the room. His golden-we'd gone hunting yesterday- eyes are observing the scene warily. I hadn't envision any attacks, but I know circumstances (such as Jasper remembering how yummy Bella's blood smells) can sometimes change.

Behind Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett have filtered into the small room. Rosalie looks like she's wishing to be anywhere but here, and her criticizing eyes dart around the room at Bella's furniture. Emmett looks… big. His huge body takes up quite a bit of space and his head is close to brushing against the low roof.

Bella takes an overwhelmed step away form us, her mouth opening and closing with no words coming out. A looming figure steps up to stand defensively next to her. Ah yes, the werewolf. Jacob.

I manage to politely maintain my faces composed mask as Jacob's scent suddenly burns through my nostrils. Ugh. It's like, if you ran over a cat, covered it in eggs, left it out in the sun for a week and then set in on fire. Times ten.

Rosalie, never being one to shy away from confrontation, makes quite a show of daintily pinching her nose. Jacob narrows his eyes and mutters "Bimbo" and a few other colourful words quietly under his breath, though he knows we can all hear. Except perhaps Bella.

"What are you guys doing here?" Bella asks in amazement.

"Yes, what are you doing here?" Edward eyes me suspiciously.

U-oh. I'll explain why I'm here in a minute, for the time being stay out of my head, Edward. Madagascar is an island off the southeast coast of Africa. It is surrounded by the Indian Ocean and to the South of the Comoro Islands.

"What, you didn't think you could keep us from seeing Bella, did you?" Emmett answers, "Speaking of which, what have you been up to that made your hand go red?" His cheeky grin gives away the fact that he knows exactly why Bella's hand is currently smarting. We all do.

I was hoping that I might have a vision of something Bella-related, so had been thinking of her all day. The scene where Bella slapped Edward came first, followed by the other one…

Edward head snaps up. "What other one?" He asks sharply.

Damn-it.

Salut, je m'appelle Alice Cullen, j'ai les yeux marron et les cheveux bruns, courts et raides.

"Alice, tell me," Edward growls menacingly.

"Edward! You couldn't let me have a nice happy reuniting with Bella first?"

"Could somebody please tell us non-mind-reading beings what's going on?" Rosalie demands with an impatient scowl.

I sigh and allow the chilling scene I'd witnessed earlier to come flooding back into my mind.


EPOV:

In a dark room Bella lays soundly asleep in her bed, the picture of innocence. A small figure smoothly slips in through the window nearest Bella's bed. It gracefully steps up to the bed and leans over Bella.

"You took awhile to track down, but now I've finally found you." A bewitching female voice whispers into her ear. The woman suddenly strikes forward and bites her arched neck.

Bella's eyes fly open and a scream escapes her lips. She weakly tries to fight the woman with a few swats with her hand but she is drained of her energy and it is no use. Her attempts grow slow until finally she lays still, her eyes growing glassy.

Victoria laughs wickedly and licks her lips as she slips back into the night.


A/N: I never understood the big deal about reviewing until I started this story and received them. It inspires me to write faster!