I do not own Twilight Stephanie Meyers does, I only own Ishbel and her family. (DON'T LIKE THIS STORY; THEN DON'T READ IT)and trust me I am going to make the story different in the next 3 stories, because I haven't read them in a while, and don't worry i have a plan for a jealous Bella, my readers just have to be patient and wait. I apologize for the long wait, I'm back in school and will only be able to post on the weekends, and one Friday I will post a chapter of HP and the following Friday or weekend I will post a chapter of this one is short

I tried to calm my breathing as I looked at the old two story warehouse. My breath came out in white puffs (it can get very cold in Scotland). I was kind of scared about dieing, because I was dieing for a good cause. I know you guys are probably thinking 'hay what is she suicidal', if saving Edward and his family, as well as mine is considered suicidal, then I guess I am. A lot of people (well vampires) think loving Edward is suicidal or crazy, then I guess I need to go to therapy and the mental institution, because even though I'm in danger, and going to die; I don't regret anything. I opened the door, which creaked open. I then realized how much of a horror movie this looked like, I mean a girl goes into an old house alone, and either ends up dead or kidnapped; how fitting. I walked in and saw nothing but old crates, some old fish equipment, the old stairs that looked like they could collapse if not careful, and an old mirror. I remember the old mirror, but never understood why it was there in the first place. I sighed and walked up the stairs. I then heard my mom's voice and suddenly remembered the reason why I was here.

"Mom!" I called walking forward, weary of the creaking floorboard.

"Ishbel! Ishbel!" I heard mom's voice again, only now did it sound odd.

"Wait a minuet, mom doesn't even know that I'm here." I muttered to myself.

"Well it took you long enough to figure it out." James's voice said from somewhere.

"My mom's not here, is she?" I asked starting to move closer to the door, and kept thinking about how stupid I was.

"I'm sorry, but no she's not, and for some reason I thought you were smarter than this. I thought you would be harder to get, what with your vampire family and friends and all." James replied.

I kept moving back slowly but stopped, bumping into something hard. I quickly turned around and saw James standing there, guarding the door wearing a cocky smile, and oh how I wanted to kick him to hell, unfortunately only Jesus could decide that.

"Go to hell!" I snapped glaring at him.

"Ooh feisty, that's a first. I'm surprised you're not running, normally my victims run by now."

I just glared at him before asking, "How did you find me? How did you know where I live?"

"Forks High School doesn't protect their students privacy very well." was all James said.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked.

I hoped my questions were distracting him while I looked around, trying to find a way out of here, though I was curious as well.

"All I had to do was sneak into the school at night and get onto their computers, and I soon had access to your information. Your address, phone number, ect. Besides I had to get back at your vampire lover for what he did to me years ago." James said.

This made me look at him and ask "Is Edward the reason you are doing all of this, the killing, and luring me here; all of it to get back at Edward?"

"Hm, yes and no. You see this isn't the first time Edward has helped my pray escape. You see, a long time ago, I took a girl, whose parents and village had shunned her, all because of her ability to get visions of the future." James said menacingly.

I don't know how but I had a feeling, I knew who he was talking about.

"Alice?" I asked.

"Yes, that little pixie, then Edward happened to wander across our path and managed to take Alice and escaped." James said.

I AM SO SORRY. I know i owe everyone much more then a sorry for forgetting about this story. but i will make it up to all the readers who are still reading this story. I'm starting to loose interest in this story. but i will do my best to at least finish it. please forgive me.