Chapter Three

Sookie

"Hell no!" I quickly ran back inside my house and shut the door, locking it as well. Edward was gone, so was the man I stabbed. My hearted started to pound faster and faster not knowing what I should do.

"Where are you? Edward, come out right now!" I demanded he show himself, as I picked up the shotgun off the ground. This was dangerous since the lights were out, and I might end up shooting Edward. I made my way into the kitchen again, and I found Edward.

"Oh, shit! What the fu…you ok?" He was on top of the guy who attacked me, and probably him as well at his throat feasting. Edward stood up, appearing almost as a dark figure I had never seen before. Coming closer, I stepped back.

"Sookie, it's me. I'm ok, I just needed to feed on something, better him than you." I could argue with that. After he cleaned himself up, I told him there were six wolves waiting for us outside. He looked at me with a serious look and whispered one word.

"Werewolves."

I couldn't believe it because I didn't believe. I was watching out the window, they were prowling the area.

"Are you sure their werewolves? I mean, c'mon they don't really existed do they?" I cannot believe I just asked a vampire that.

"Yes, they are, but these, these are different kinds of werewolves. Their blood taste…different."

There was silence in the room, and then I had to ask him something that's been bothering me for the last three hours. I grabbed the picture of my mother, or who I thought might have been my mother. "Who is this woman, if she's not my mother than who is she? And how do you know her?"

Edward stood up from the couch he was sitting on, and moved towards the window near the fireplace. "She's not your mother. I met her years ago; about 30 years go to be exact. I wasn't sure it was her, but now that I've seen you in comparison I knew it was true. Sookie, these people who raised you, or at least until they passed away, they are not your family."

He stopped for a moment, and took a deep breath then took my hand. "Sookie, I'm your father, your real father."

Bella

My plane landed in Forks, and I had Jacob meet me at the airport so he could give me a ride home. The drive was almost silent, until he asked how I was. I told him everything, even about Sookie and Bill.

"My dad must be a nervous wreck, since I've been gone for so long." Jacob looked over at me then looked down for a second. "Bella, he, your dad called off the search for you awhile back. I think the day after Jasper's funeral."

The Cullens must have told him I was back with Sam Merlotte, anything to keep their secret. "I'm sure every things fine, Jacob."

We pulled up t my drive, and Jacob let me off. I told him I would call him tomorrow, which reminds me I have to contact the Cullens will want to know I'm back.

Especially Edward, I miss him like no other, but now my focus is on Charlie.

Quickly entering my house, and shut the door I was almost too happy to find him in the living room. Rushed up to him and gave him a big hug but he brought the love down.

"Where have you been? It's nearly a week without seeing you, if not more!" He was angry, and barely let me talk. "I was away, but I'm back. I'm so sorry, I should've…"He cut me off. He looked on my arm where the chains had been clutched to me.

"Were you with those bloodsuckers? The Cullens." My eyes widened, how did he find out about them? "I-I, no I wasn't, and bloodsuckers how did you find out?" He was getting madder.

"So you DID know? DAMN IT! Are you a fangbanger as well?" My heart well weak, I couldn't believe it. "No, of course not. The Cullens are good people, they still are people. I need them and they need me. Edward and I we have to be together, and now more than ever since things are getting complex."

Charlie started to head towards my room in a huff, I followed. His fist were clutches as he tore through my drawers, and closet taking my clothes out. "What are you doing? DAD!" He didn't answer, just got a bag, and shoved it all in. "What the hell? Look I know I should've told you, but I couldn't"

He looked up at me. "Get out of here, get out and I never wanna see you in here. Not until things are straightened out. He started to shake his fist, and his head. He was crazy. I thought maybe he had been drunk. "GET OUT OF HERE, NOW!" His voice scared me, so I left, getting into my truck heading for the Cullens.