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Chapter Three: Primavera as performed by Ludovico Einaudi

We ran through the forest hand in hand. The sound of our laughter filled the silent air around us like a well-tuned piano. The air whipped through my hair and I felt light as a feather, yet so indestructible. The rain that had begun falling during our hunt had dissolved into a drizzle, and the fresh woodsy smells surrounded us. As we ran, I smelled the air, tracking my next meal. Something beyond intoxicating assaulted my senses and my hand left Laurent's as I rushed to find my next meal. I could hear its steady heartbeat; I could smell its life force. It was… exhilarating.

I picked up speed, hearing Laurent keeping pace behind me, and inhaled again. The animal's heartbeat sped up, as if it knew it was being hunted. I slowed myself, not wanting to scare the beast, and approached my prey. The closer I got, the more the smell seemed to inebriate me. I turned to see Laurent and a sadistic smile crept across his face. I cocked an eyebrow and pushed my way through the brush. The animal was on the other side of a rock face and I was inches for pouncing, when my nose started to pick up a scent other than blood; scents that seemed vaguely familiar.

The scent was a mixture of blood, spice, pine… and beer? I shook my head, thinking it was impossible for an animal to smell of beer and crept up the side of the rock face. I inhaled again, the scent much stronger and it was taking everything inside of me to not scramble over the rock at lightening quick speed, but the synapses in my head were exploding so loud I thought my head was going to burst. I froze when I heard my prey speak.

"Bella!" I heard him call my name. "Bella!"

My body was motionless as a statue, I wasn't even breathing. I slowly slid down the side of the boulder, my feet silently reaching the ground. I heard his voice again, closer to me.

"Bella!" he yelled. "God dammit, I told her not to come out here alone!" This time he was speaking to himself.

Who was this man? Why was he calling my name? If only I could see his face, maybe I would remember. I started to creep closer to the man without a face. NO! The synapses screamed in my head. Again, I froze stock-still. Something in my body was telling me to not approach him, but my throat was burning- the thirst itching to be sated. I turned and ran away from the man as quickly as I could. I was five hundred yards away from him in a blink of an eye and Laurent was right behind me. I stopped, collapsing to the ground for my brain was throbbing.

"How?" Laurent asked.

I looked up at him, confused. "How what?"

"You should have killed that human… Sucked him dry…and yet, you resisted? How?" He was bewildered.

I closed my eyes again, thinking of the man's scent. Spice, pine, and beer. They were comforting smells, and seemed so familiar. His voice was rough and he spoke as if he knew me. My eyes flew open when I realized what I had almost done. "Charlie." I whispered.

Laurent was now crouching in front of me, his face inches from mine. "Who's Charlie?" he asked.

My hands went to my hair, my eyes still on the ground, "My father. He's my father and I almost ate him!" I was appalled at myself. My eyes fluttered up to meet Laurent's and I remembered how he smiled at me, an evil, sadistic smile. "You knew I was tracking a human!" Anger swept over me and I attacked him, our bodies colliding, and I pinned him to the ground. My hands were at his throat, my teeth millimeters from his jugular.

Trembling, he spoke. "It's our nature. They are nothing but sheep to feed on." My release on him slackened, and I backed off his body.

"No!" I exclaimed in horror. "I will not feed on humans! And I will most definitely not drink my father's blood!" I turned away from him, my hand on my forehead, eyes closed, and I began pacing. I almost killed my father. Why was he out looking for me? How long have I been gone? All these questions arose and I needed answers. "How long was I out?" I asked Laurent.

He stood, and looked me, contemplating. "Oh, about two days."

"Two days!" No wonder Charlie is looking for me! "I have to talk to Charlie, I have to let him know that I'm okay."

He laughed, "Darling, you are a vampire. He is a human. As much as you resisted today, you will not be able to resist again. If you get any where near that man, you will drink every ounce of blood in his body and not think twice about it until you're finished." He closed the gap between us, pulling me into his arms. I began sobbing, frustrated that no tears fell from my eyes, and he held me tighter. "If you must say goodbye, it would be best if it were not face to face."

I huffed and nodded my head. "Then how?" I whined.

"Shhhh," he cooed. He pushed me out of his embrace, his hands on my shoulders, and smiled. "I propose a visit to the Swan household! We'll get you some clothes and you can leave Charlie a letter. How does that sound?"

I returned his smile with one of my own, "That sounds perfect." He kissed away any form of sadness and I became excited about the prospect of going home. Surely some memories will return as well, I thought.

Night fell and we waited for dawn outside my home. Laurent seemed on edge about something and I kept getting big whiffs of wet dog, but I didn't think much about it. When the sun rose, Charlie exited the house in his sheriff's uniform and hopped into his truck. As soon as his truck out of eyesight I ran to my house. Finding the spare key, I walked inside and became overwhelmed by the smells. Days old pizza and beer sat on the kitchen counter and moldy bread could be smelled from inside the cupboards. Laurent walked closely behind me as I made my way down the hall, my hand instinctively grasping for the door in front of me.

I hesitated before opening the door, unsure of what I would find. I swung the door open, revealing an unkempt bed that was covered in a purple blanket, a soft looking quilt resting on a rocking chair, and dirty clothes strewn about the room. Laurent nudged me softly and I walked in, unconsciously walking towards the rocking chair. My hand stretched out and grasped the velvety softness of the quilt. Bringing it up to my nose, I breathed in a delicate scent of honey, lilac, and sun. It smelled personal, intimate even. My eyes shut again and I inhaled once more. The memory of a god-like creature sitting in the rocking chair, the quilt spread on him, flickered in my mind. I gasped, my hand covering my mouth. Laurent approached me.

"What is it, darling?" He asked, his arms wrapping around me.

"He… He…" I was gasping with each word, feeling a stabbing pain in my stomach. I doubled over in pain, crying out. "He left me because I was human." I choked out. I stumbled my way over to my bed and sat down, quick, short, unnecessary breaths coming and leaving my body. Laurent just stood there, dumbfounded.

More memories started to flash in my mind: my birthday, a paper cut, blood, Jasper. "Jasper." I whispered. Laurent walked over to my bed and sat down beside me. I took a deep breath and began to explain. "Edward left because he thought it was too dangerous for him to be around me." I looked at Laurent who still looked confused. "At my birthday party, I got a paper cut and Jasper almost attacked me. Edward pushed me out of the way, onto a glass table, and I ended up slicing my arm open pretty badly." My fingers rubbing across the area that should have been scarred, "After that, they left."

Laurent wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his chest. "It's their loss, love. We should get you changed. Charlie could be home shortly." I nodded my head, not quite ready to leave. I stood up and shuffled over to my closet, picking out a t-shirt and a pair of old, worn out jeans. I padded to my bathroom and hopped in the shower. At vampire speed, I was washed, dried, and dressed, making my way to my bedroom, without so much as a peep in the small bathroom mirror. Laurent was sitting on my bed, waiting for me. I gave him a small smile and walked over to my desk. There, I found paper and a pen and began writing my letter.

Charlie,

You have been nothing short of a great father, but you were right. I have not been the same since Edward left. I know you've been there for me and I appreciate it more than you know, however I feel it is time for me to move on. I think I might do some traveling, go to France or Italy. It will help me to cope. I will write you and do my best to keep in touch. Please don't look for me.

I love you Dad,

Bella

I folded the piece of paper and slid it inside the matching envelope. I began rummaging through my desk, hoping that more memories would come back when my fingers grazed a photo, stuffed in the back of one of the drawers. I pulled it out and stared at it momentarily, unsure of whom the two children in the photo were. It was a girl and a boy. The boy's skin was a rich russet color and he had long black hair. He's eyes were full of mischief and he had a beautiful smile. The girl was as pale as I was, her long chestnut brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her smile was small, but her eyes were full of joy. It seemed that this boy made her very happy. I smiled to myself and flipped the picture over, hoping for a caption. There, in chicken scratch, were two names: Jacob and Bella, age 7 and 9. It was clear to me now that the little girl was me, and boy was someone called Jacob. I closed my eyes, pushing my brain to remember. Then the flash of memories occurred, much like the others had. "Jake." I whispered, barely audible. I couldn't believe I forgot about Jake. He was there for me so much lately, the one to bring sunshine into my life when I needed it most. He brought me happiness when no one else could.

Laurent's eyebrow cocked up. "Who is Jake?"

"My best friend in the whole world. He's Quileute, lives in La Push." At this he hissed. It was my turn to cock my eyebrow. "What?"

He shook his head and averted his eyes, "Nothing. Are you ready to go now?"

"No. I need to write Jake a letter. Just give me a couple, okay?" He simply nodded and I pulled out another sheet of paper. On it, I wrote:

Jacob,

I'm sorry I couldn't be what you needed me to be. Thank you for being my personal bit of sunshine when I needed you most. I will love you always.

Yours,

Bella

I heard Laurent stand up and approach me softly. "Bella love, we must go. We've lingered for too long."

I sighed, placed the letter in an envelope and put his name on it. I knew Charlie would give it to him. I looked outside the window and realized it was getting dark out. I quickly grabbed another change of clothes and threw my Chuck's on my feet and made my way down the hall, Laurent following behind me. I pulled the front door closed behind us and we ran to the tree line. Laurent continued running, but I paused and looked back, hearing Charlie's truck pull into the drive. Softly, I whispered a good bye to my father.

I began pursuing Laurent through the trees, bobbing and weaving, when I picked up the smell of wet dog again. My eyes searched the trees, trying to find the source of the smell. Instead I found Laurent, motionless, several tree lengths away. I picked up speed to reach him but he put his hand up to stop me.

"What is it?" I called out.

When he turned to face me, I was shocked to find his face contorted in fright. "Run Bella!" He yelled, "Run and don't look back!"

I hesitated, unsure of what to do. His eyes pleaded for me to run. I quickly twisted around and took off, pushing myself to run as fast as I could. In the distance, I heard the call of a wolf.

A/N: And there it is- Chapter 3 in all its glory. I do hope ya'll are enjoying the edits :) Leave me some sunshine (China is rather dreary right now!). Thanks!