Disclaimer: All names and Characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. I just play with her creations... however the plot line of this fan fiction is mine.

Chapter 6

I finally make my way to the door, who ever is there is constantly hammering now.

'Yes, yes, I'm coming' I shout as I reach the door.

I whip it open ready to give whoever is there a piece of my mind when I'm bundled sideways as someone flies past me.

'HEY! WHO THE HELL... Mike?' I started to shout then realised who it was.

Mike had not been in work the past week or so, we all thought he was quite ill, or that's what we were lead to believe.

But here he is, right in front of me, pacing my lounge like a demon possessed not someone who is extremely sick.

What's going on?

'Finally you open the door Bella, I'm sorry for bursting in but I don't have much time ok?' he says still pacing and pleading.

'Mike, why don't you sit down and tell me what's got you all flustered?' I offer, but he keeps pacing shaking his head and glancing at the window.

'No time, no time, I need to tell you, need to tell you quick' he keeps running his hands through his hair now tugging slightly at the roots like he is warring with himself.

He looks a bit deranged, it's starting to worry me a bit so I edge away from him towards the door.

'Why don't you have the time? What's wrong Mike? Please tell me' I plead, watching him closely, hoping for some sign of sanity and calm.

'I'm sorry if I'm scaring you, I don't mean to' he said,

'You're not, I'm good, but I do wish you would calm down some and sit' he stops pacing and looks at me for the first time since entering.

He looks very unrested, huge dark circles under his eyes like he hadn't slept for over a week, and the usual shine from his eyes were gone but replaced with shear terror.

I wonder what it is that has him so on edge and so scared.

I plead to him with my eyes hoping he will sit down and relax just for a little while, he eventually does.

He still continues to fidget with his hands and shift in the chair, throwing odd glances towards the window and door.

Something really has got him worried. But I just can't figure out what. The only thing I do know is that he wants out of here fast.

'So Mike, how have you been? We all thought you were really sick' I start off as he seems too jumpy and unsure where to start from.

'Sick? Oh no not sick, I have been hiding Bella, hiding from THEM!' Ok then definitely not sick I think to myself, but the way he said it dripped with sarcasm, bordering on psychotic.

'Them? Who are them?' I ask him

'They are evil Bella, so evil...' He cuts off when he hears chirps from Alice and Jasper.

His eyes flit around the room searching out where the noise comes from.

His eyes land on the cage just as I tell him

'don't worry, that's just Alice and Jasper my birds' he seems to relax slightly but not enough.

'Let me get you a drink ok, and then you can tell me all about THEM ok?' I get up and start to head for the kitchen.

'But Bella...'

'its ok I will be right back don't worry' I walk quickly to the kitchen talking as I go.

'Do you like birds Mike? I never thought I did until I came across Alice and Jasper'

'they are ok I suppose' he calls back.

Good, sounds like he is relaxing some more.

I hear a squawk from Jasper just as I'm returning from the kitchen,

'oh I forgot to say Jasper's not keen on... Men!'

He was gone!

The front door left wide open and Mike has vanished from my front room.

I quickly place the drinks down on the table and run to the window to see if I can find where he went.

But all I see is the remainder of the person in black disappearing around a corner.

He is back!