I know, excuses, excuses. In my defence, it is school holidays and I have a lot of shifts at my favourite job. But it leaves me a little tired, and so, while I want to write chapters quickly- I have my limits. I am only human. I do have humanly needs-that includes a big need for sleep by the way, because mostly I write chapters at night, I don't have any real time during the day (I haven't gone vampire, and don't intend to, I enjoy my sleep, when I get it). Please, I beg for your patience.

-Edward-

The attack from the newborns didn't last long, with the wolves that joined in, but I was still overwhelmed and enraged to find that witch was… it really couldn't be. It just couldn't, to think my poor Bella's grandmother wasn't dead, but had succumbed to darkness and let it consume her, turning her wings black, eradicating her emotions, and even allowing her to attack her granddaughter!

She was sick, how twisted was Bella's family? AN abusive step-father and biological father that turning into vampires so they could eternally have fun with her. So they could abuse her, heal her, rape her and keep it up for the rest of her forever? A grandmother that turned from pure to impure, allowing darkness to consume her. Next thing you know, a great Aunt will pop up claiming that Ferries should turn to the dark-side and gain more power.

So lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice anything wrong until I couldn't scent her, Bella. It was like her scent was completely eradicated from the earth, as if she was never here. I look a deep whiff of the air, catching very faint glimmers of her scent, but no trail. They were places like the base of a tree. A place her scent could catch and stay until it was washed away by the rain.

The wolves had disappeared; Carlisle was busy lighting the marble stones that seemed to stand out brightly in the dark environment, like a white candle in a moonless, cloudy night. Everyone else, they were busy trying to pick up a scent, any trace of her.

-Bella-

I woke slowly, warmth like no other surrounding me as I tried to bring back foggy memories of yesterday. All I remember was pain, so much pain. Had I lost against Emmitt? Though when my body and mind finally came into a small mode of awareness, I could feel a heartbeat against my back, and I became fully aware.

Someone was holding me.

That someone was also asleep, judging from the breathing. So carefully it was barely a movement, I turned my head and saw the last sight I expected. Singing rabbits playing trombones and mice dancing would have been more expected than Jacob holding me firmly to his chest, sleeping like a babe.

Hadn't we ended it, friendship and everything that tied us together? How was he even able to get me away from my coven of vampires? I was truly scared now. The day a man was able to get me away from 7, very strong vampires, was the day you needed to be worried. What did he want with me anyway?

Surly it wasn't the whole, 'you belong with me' ploy. I slowly, slowly moved his arms, pleading to myself that he wouldn't wake. Though when I thought I was finally free, his arms came around me tight, and I only ended up facing him with his arms chained around my back. Damn, what do I do!

Think…..think. He turns into a giant dog! Pats! I remember distinctly when I was little, the puppy down the street would always love a good pat, she use to relax the most when we scratched her head, Maybe, it would apply to a giant wolf? One way to find out.

I slowly raised my hand, and scratched lightly behind his ear. I was so surprised by his immediate reaction and had to hold back giggles. He was purring, like a damn pussy cat. His arms loosened and he entirely relaxed. He was just like that dog from so long ago. I could have laughed if the situation was different. I eased myself from his arms, still scratching his ears, and moved from his grasp.

I slowly eased away, only the problem was, as soon as my hand moved. As soon as I stopped scratching his ears, his eyes opened.

-Unknown-

She had grown so much, my darling angel. How could she have grown so much, in two separate households, with two different, equally evil men, and still be a pure one? I could feel jealously pouring through as I thought of her being a pure one, when so few of them existed. She would be tainted in the end, just as I had been. I had given in to my own darkness.

To have one pure wish- that is what can free you- to make one pure, selfless wish. But there was no such thing. A wish, in and of itself is impure, fore it is -at its heart- a desire for something the wisher does not already have, even to wish for world peace would be impure. No, once we succumbed to our own darkness, there was no escaping it.

There was no escaping the hell we impure ones would surly face once murdered by others. We didn't fall dead, if we were unharmed forever we could live until the end of time. That's the way angels are, we live forever. Unless murdered, or killed. Those damned, like me, fear death. Really, what holds us to the world, us tainted ones? Nothing now, but our own desires and fear of death.

Fear of the hell we know we would fall into. But to know, one of my bloods has rose above her darkness, inspired pride, that accompanies my jealousy. She may save us yet- let's hope the prophecy shines true. Let us be saved.

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