A/N: Hi there! Thank you for checking out my story. I don't enjoy long notes at the beginning of chapters, so I will keep this short! I decided that I wanted to explore what might have happened had Bella not almost died at the end of New Moon, and she had been forced to keep going until Edward just couldn't take it anymore… Of course, Victoria still looms. So here is that first chapter! Enjoy, my lovelies.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, I'm just exploring the possibilities.

Reroute

I had lost Victoria's scent when I finally made it to Texas. I had tracked her through Montana, to Chicago and all the way to Toronto. I had been sure that I would find her somewhere there, but Toronto was a sprawling city and the scent of thousands of other humans muddled her usually overwhelming, sickly-sweet smell. This astounded me – both because Victoria smelled much like a human woman who doused herself in too much perfume, and because I had so confidently thought myself more capable than I was. I was sure that her saccharine scent would have permeated the air and lingered in its strength. If she was aware of being tracked, she had obviously traversed populated areas in an attempt to cover her scent. I foolishly thought my senses keen enough to sift through the human scents and hers. Plainly, she was proving to be more evasive than I anticipated.

No, it was true. I was no James.

As I entered the hotel I decided upon in Texas, I concluded that my efforts were somewhat futile. I had to admit to myself that I had lost track of Victoria. I had searched through other parts of Canada's wilderness, but by the time I had reached the Rockies, I found little evidence of her. Not a single trace of the female vampire except for the mess she left behind. She was fast, flitting through areas seemingly without worry that she was being followed. I had built my trail on the carnage she left in her wake. This woman had no compassion for humans. They were simply there for her taking, a source of fuel for her next fight with an unwilling victim. I certainly couldn't shame her for feeding on humans; it is simply what we do as the heinous creatures that we are. There was a time when I drifted from Carlisle's preferred "vegetarian" vampire lifestyle and gorged myself on the sweet, hot nectar preferred by my species. However, I always ensured that I was careful and only chose victims most deserving of their fate. It seemed as though Carlisle's good nature always shone through in some way, even when I had been ravenously thirsty and in reach of any human.

Victoria's path was paved with blood and horror. I had gotten the sense from Victoria's nature, and her mind, that she was careless. However, for a nomad, I expected that she would want to hide evidence left behind. I couldn't have been more wrong. The authorities in Chicago were under the impression there was a crazed serial killer about, and there were whisperings in Canada's national parks that people had started showing up maimed. Naturally, human minds suspected something more realistic than what was truly happening. Although, there were some interesting minds I had overheard theorizing about giant cryptids concealing themselves in the woods. I wondered for a moment if that was what I would be considered as – a cryptid. I was certainly the farthest thing from a fairy tale.

I witnessed the aftermath of Victoria's bloodshed. I had seen the bodies left broken and torn apart, completely drained of blood and strewn across forest floors. In Chicago, there had been a particularly unlucky young woman who had wandered upon an even unluckier man whose other half was at the opposite end of the alley. This shook even the police department to the core, and they truly had no idea what they were dealing with. But I was gathering further insight into just exactly what Victoria was. She seemed generally careless about what she left in her wake, this much I had assumed almost immediately. But when I found it increasingly difficult to keep track of her movements, I figured out that she was aware. She knew she was being followed, which made up for her erratic route. Victoria didn't seem to have a specific place in mind, and the closer I seemed to get to her, the less time she spent in a specific place. From the time that she fled Montana after weeks of traversing the state, it was easier to follow her as she hid in the Colorado wilderness. There was a short period of time where I was so close – but police apprehended a crime scene in one of the forests and I was sidetracked. I spent too much time here, listening in on their conversations for the slightest hint of where she might have gone. It would have been more prudent to simply follow her fading scent. It took me over a week to find her scent strong enough to figure out her next movements.

She moved on to Illinois, Wisconsin, and Minnesota. Finally, it was in New York where she flitted about between cities, clearly feeling that someone was on her tail. Whether she knew it was me, I had no idea. I was no longer able to get close enough to hear her thoughts. She would spend perhaps only a day or two in each place, and before long I had explored almost the entire state of New York. I only followed the trail of bodies she left badly concealed behind her.

The news started to theorize that this serial killer, who might not have started their rampage in Chicago after all, seemed to have no home base. The humans were frightened, particularly when New York was involved. There were bodies found almost every day, left gnarled in back allies or the subway station. At the very least, Victoria had been smart enough to block out the subway station camera that would have certainly caught her draining a human. When Victoria had left New York, and the killings finally stopped, the police were puzzled. Only when they heard about a slew of bodies being found in Toronto in much the same condition, did they entertain the idea that their 'serial killer' was crossing borders. This mysterious villain was discussed among others, such as Ted Bundy, and I had to admit to myself that even he had been more thorough in attempting to cover his crimes. Heinous, insidious human that he had been, he was almost as evasive as Victoria was proving to be.

It angered me how carelessly Victoria threw away human life that was worth living still. Her victims, primarily male, were often ordinary humans going about their ordinary days. The businessman in the subway station: husband, and father to three small daughters. The young college graduate in Toronto, on his way home from a new internship while talking to his mother on the phone. These humans were a loss to society, and she didn't care. Her victims were not chosen based on any merit but the smell of the blood or the use they provided, quenching Victoria's raging thirst temporarily. And this was only very temporarily; I had never come across a vampire that fed so often aside from Newborns. She was in a sort of frenzy it seemed, and the volatile nature of her attacks told me she was angry. Restless.

Afraid? I was briefly reminded of the first time I had gotten a glimpse into her mind that fateful night on the baseball field in Forks. How unsure her mind had been, how she had truly wanted to flee. Meeting a large coven of vampires unexpectedly had undoubtedly put her on edge. I got the sense that before that night, her coven typically stayed out of trouble unless it was necessary. But now, Victoria worked alone. She rarely seemed to rest and felt safer constantly moving. Now, without Laurent or her mate James, she had less protection around her. She couldn't afford to be caught by whoever it was that followed her. And if she indeed knew it was me, she should have been afraid. I grimaced at the brief flicker of my brothers and sister ripping James apart in the ballet studio. I knew if I did find Victoria, it would be a fight. But I was certain her edginess would put her at a disadvantage. If she kept running, she was obviously afraid to face me.

As I entered the Omni in Austin, I pushed these memories to the back of my mind. They were bound to return, but for now I was focused on the task at hand. I made my way to the front desk and spoke with the young woman behind it. Her thoughts were occupied with sorting what seemed to be a large party of guests arriving later that day. I appraised her as she typed on her computer. She didn't seem to notice me standing before her, so I made myself known.

"Hello," I said. I knew my appearance right now was less than normal. I had glanced at my reflection in the decorative mirror in the lobby as I had entered. I was slightly dishevelled from my time in the Canadian forests and racing all the way to Texas. I didn't necessarily look like I belonged in such a modern, luxurious hotel.

"Oh!" She glanced up from her computer, her deep blue eyes running over me quickly. "I'm so sorry, sir, I wasn't paying attention." Clearly.

"No worries," I said in the kindest voice I could offer. I wasn't upset by waiting, but rather bemused at the frazzled look on her face now. She ran a hand through her light blonde hair and her scent wafted toward me. Her shampoo was rose scented.

"How can I help you? Do you have a reservation?" She smiled at me and moved the mouse on the desk to open a new window on the computer. She glanced at me, slightly nervous that I might be upset. I should have been paying attention more. I hope he hasn't been standing there long.

"No, actually," I said smoothly. "I was hoping I could get a room, however." I flashed my nicest smile to her, knowing full well from her thoughts that the hotel was almost fully booked for the weekend. Oh god, let me have something for him, please, she thought.

"Yes, of course, sir. Let me see what we have available," she said quickly. As she clicked around on the computer, I watched her somewhat too intently. I could tell she could feel my stare – her cheeks grew pink the longer she took on the computer. Is he alone? Surely, he has someone. He is way too pretty to be alone. The girl cleared her throat as she looked back up to me.

"Do you need a room just for yourself? I have one more queen suite left for the weekend. There is a big concert in town tonight, and we are almost full." She smiled sweetly at me and I nodded at her. The bed obviously didn't matter to me.

"Yes, it's just me. That works perfectly, thank you. I'll be here until Monday." She nodded and began typing on the computer. I decided that the girl, who seemed friendly enough and whose thoughts didn't assault me with the usual annoying prattling of humans, was rather pretty. Certainly not my type, but I figured she would make any normal human man very happy.

"Your name?" As I answered, I took a credit card out from my wallet just as her thoughts broke through my head. He looks like he hasn't seen the inside of a house for a while. I hope he can afford this place or that might be awkward. At the same time, her eyes glanced around the lavishly decorated interior.

"Edward Masen," I replied and her heart sped up a bit after learning my name. I felt a sliver of dread that I might have assumed her innocence too soon. You don't hear that name very often. Wow. This guy just seems too special. Look at that messy hair. And those eyes! They must be contacts. No one has eyes that dark.

It was true, my eyes were black as coals right now. In my hurry to keep on Victoria's trail, I hadn't been very good at attending to my own needs. As she looked at me, she shrunk back a little. I realized my gaze on her face must be a little intense. Of course, she didn't know she stood, slightly appealing, in front of a thirsty vampire. I looked down as I slid my card to her, trying to make her feel more at ease.

"Alright, Mr. Masen," she said, tearing her eyes from me and to the screen. He's a little intense. And a black credit card? Damn. I was wrong about you, Edward. "So I have you in room 393. The elevators are just around the corner, and…." As she began explaining the hotel to me, I took my card back and the key cards she offered to me. I nodded to her words out of necessity as she explained about the room service, swimming pool, and the gym on the second floor. These things weren't of much use to me, but I was used to pretending to listen when necessary.

"Thank you," I said quickly, eager to get to my room to think. I had much I needed to consider. Again, I flashed my brightest grin at the girl and listened to her heart flutter again. For just shy of a year, I had been out of much human contact. I almost forgot how much of an effect my presence had on people.

"Have a wonderful night," she said sweetly. Don't be afraid to come down for anything you need, she added in her head. I smelled the blush that crept into her cheeks at her own thoughts and sighed as I got onto the elevator. The girl wasn't entirely annoying. It was hard for humans to ignore our appearances and I reminded myself that she was, indeed, only human. I had heard worse thoughts about myself from others' heads. At least hers weren't particularly scandalous.

Arguably, I could have sprinted up the stairs faster than the elevator, but with being back in the human world, I needed to keep up appearances. I found my room and undressed before immediately taking a shower. I usually didn't take long in the shower, but the hot water felt good on my icy skin. To most, the feeling was akin to a burning sensation, but I relished in it.

I was used to burning.

The feeling of heat on my skin reminded me exactly why I was in this place. I had left Forks. I had left her.

My Bella.

I felt the hole in my chest gape open as I thought of her again. The warmth on my skin reminded me of her warmth, so human. I had spent the time we had been separated so far to try and hunt down Victoria to distract myself. I used this as an excuse, though I knew I did this more out of worry and guilt than a true distraction. I had initially planned on staying with my family when I had decided to leave. They resided in Ithaca, New York now. I had recently come very close to seeing them, but tracking Victoria was a more pressing issue. Alice had seen me coming and demanded that I visit. But I had to refuse. I always had to refuse. If I went back to my family, I didn't know how long it would be until I went back to her.

The last 11 months had been painful to say the least. Aside from honestly missing my family terribly, I ached in the most centre of my being. I realized with a pang of guilt as I turned off the searing water that I had distracted myself so much the last few days, I hadn't thought of her. My Bella. The thing that still, despite what I had done, remained the largest part of my existence. There was nothing more important to me. Bella – in all her goodness. Her humanly, innocent goodness. And I, a monster – something that goes against the laws of existence – had come and ruined her in so many ways.

I gripped the handle of the faucet tightly and winced as I was bombarded with memories of Bella's birthday. The day that had started my descent. Her smile as she accepted Emmett's stereo for her car, her laughter as she realized she couldn't return this gift. My brother had already installed it in her truck and this amused her. He exasperation when I also, against her wishes, presented her with a gift. How perfect any expression looked on her face.

Then, I saw the red gore that marred her soft, perfect skin. The blood I had caused. I saw Bella fly across the room by my hand and heard the glass shatter. With a growl, I tore the shower curtain out of my way. As I stood before the mirror in the bathroom, where I should have seen myself, I nearly started at the sight of her.

Before me, Bella's apparition stared at me. She wore that blue blouse that complimented her skin so nicely. Taunting me. She gazed at me, innocent eyes wide and searching. I stared back and felt my eyes sting with the liquid that would never come. The pain I had managed to suppress during the last week of my hunt for Victoria crashed into me like a tidal wave.

"I failed," I whispered to the image of Bella. She was looking past me, her eyes focused on something farther away than I was. I had tried in vain to find Victoria. To destroy her. The least I could do to placate the wrong I had caused in Bella's life. The pain and suffering I had caused her. I hadn't realized until after I had left that in leaving Bella as a way to keep her safe, I had concurrently removed myself as her protector. I decided then that I must protect her from afar. But now I didn't know where her current biggest threat was. I had let Victoria get away. The ravenous vampire that sought to avenger her mate by killing mine. It would be my undoing.

"I failed," I whispered again. I might have reached out to my ghost Bella in the mirror if I didn't know it was only my mind that projected her there. I had tried that once, when I was in a delirious state of thirst in the first weeks after leaving her. I had tried my hardest to ignore the very reason for my leaving: my thirst, my vampirism. I had allowed myself to go without blood for so long that I depleted much of my energy, and with it, my mental stability. There, as I had sat on a forest floor curled into myself, Bella had first appeared before me. I had been so far gone that I had truly believed she was there. Of course, I hadn't yet began searching for Victoria and I was still in Washington. It had technically been possible for Bella to be there, but as I started to see through my delirium I realized she would never have known where to look. I accepted quickly that this ghost of Bella would sometimes accompany me on my hunt. I didn't allow myself to question my own sanity for too long.

As I stared at her impression in the mirror, the fog from the hot water started to clear and revealed more of her to me. "I'm sorry," I whispered, searching her static face. It was often like I was watching a picture of her that only slightly changed when I would hear her "speak". Just then, she slowly turned to face me, and she sighed.

"You don't need to be a hero," she said. Her words echoed those which she had spoken to me in the past. I cringed as I remembered Carlisle injecting her with the anaesthesia before he stitched her arm up in our house.

"I was trying to protect you," I told her, gripping the marble countertop. It felt cool and hard like my own marble skin.

"I'm fine," she said coolly. Every so often, my mind tried to convince me with this aloof version of Bella that she would move on and forget me. Isn't that what you wanted?

"I needed to make sure you would be. And I couldn't do it." I knew that from the outside, my mind was not what it needed to be right now. This is exactly why I had lost sight of Victoria. I allowed myself to become distracted too often, and not in the ways that would have helped my pain. So many times had I let the pain control me, where I would take unnecessary breaks to just sit with this conjured apparition while Victoria got away. Seeing "her" in the mirror now squeezed my stone heart to the point I thought it might break. Break more, I supposed. I had already crushed it myself. I deserve this pain, I thought bitterly. Too many times had I endangered Bella's life. How many times had I been tempted to take it away myself?

"Don't be so masochistic," laughed her reflection. She hadn't laughed the first time she said that. It astounded me how this version of Bella could read my thoughts. I stared up into the reflection, into the never-ending pools of her eyes. I knew it wasn't real, but even still, my remembered version of Bella failed to do her justice.

"If I was a masochist, I'd enjoy being away from you," I replied. I saw another memory of her, rolling her eyes at me from the mirror.

I kept my eyes focused on the mirror. I knew if I looked away for a second, she'd dissipate into the steam coming from the shower. For once, I enjoyed what I was. I relished in my ability to not need to blink. I could become a statue here, keeping Bella in my view for as long as I needed. I studied her image in front of me, trying to compare it to her real likeness. The pallor of her skin, and the way her thick, dark hair stood out against it. The way it cascaded down her shoulders and her back. I could almost smell the pale blush that would have painted her cheeks when she caught me staring. Inside, my monster rejoiced at the memory of how her blood had tested hot on my lips in the dance studio. I pushed him down, shaking my head against that desire. I saw the little V that made its way between Bella's eyes when she was thinking, and I wished for the millionth time since I'd known her that I could hear her mind. What I wouldn't give to know what she was really thinking right now, back in Forks. It was late and I knew she would be asleep, tucked away from the world. I knew that Charlie would be downstairs, watching some sports game, or snoring in the next room. I knew that I could easily peek inside. It would only take a few hours by plane to get to Forks. I could take just one peek. Perhaps she would sleep so soundly that I could slip into her bed beside her, hold her for a while…. I knew she would be dreaming, murmuring things from her thoughts….

For all I knew, Victoria could be outside of Bella's window. And I certainly knew how easy it was to open her bedroom window and slip quietly inside.

The thought sobered me, and I once again felt the anger and disappointment in myself for not having put an end to Victoria once and for all. I growled and whipped the towel from around my waste and changed back into my clothes. I sat on the floor against the wall and considered the effects of my failure to stop Victoria. More innocent people would die, and families would suffer. And Bella. My Bella. Out there on her own with a vengeful vampire ready to strike at her. My fists balled and I rested my head on them. She wouldn't be alone if you would just go back.

"I can't," I whispered desperately to myself. Because I was also of great danger to Bella. Every day, every second I spent near her, I threatened her life. Her soul. You could have her forever, the monster thought. I could go back. I could go to her and offer her what she wanted. She wanted my immortality and she wanted me to give that to her. The monster willed me to give in, to go to her and bare my curse to her. I would take her soul in exchange for her. I knew all too well how willing Bella would be, how she wanted to be like me.

She wanted me.

Of course, I didn't know that for sure now. A decent amount of time had passed, for a human anyway. She had had time to recover, to get over my leaving. She would have been doing things with her friends at school, and she had her job. Maybe she had even finally taken a liking to that insufferable Mike Newton. I laughed out loud sourly, leaning my head against the wall. Isn't that exactly what I had wanted her to do? To forget me and my existence, to move on with a very normal human life with a normal human boy.

The thought of Mike Newton even remotely close to Bella made me snarl and I nearly punched a hole in the TV stand I sat next to, imagining it was the boy's head.

My Bella. Mine.

Except she wasn't anymore. I had given her up. I stood up, defeated. I walked to the bed where I had laid some of my belongings and my hands twitched over my phone, wallet and the keys to the Audi I had rented when I got to Texas. The airport wasn't that far away, and it would be easy to get a ticket to Seattle. Just a peek. Just one moment with her and that would be it.

That would be it. I would gaze upon Bella for one moment and then that would be it – I would have ruined her life again with decision made in weakness. I laughed at myself for thinking I could refrain from waking her then and there and begging for her forgiveness. Like the coward I am, I thought.

In the time that I had been away, my family were the first to call. I rarely called them first, and I knew this was because I already felt the pull to return to them. I hadn't spent this much time away from them in decades. Surely, one phone call to Carlisle would be okay. Just to seek the reassurance that I was strong enough to withstand this. With time, this would get easier….

I gripped the phone in my hand and flipped it open, the bright screen beaming up at me. My fingers twitched uselessly over the buttons as I grappled with which number to call. Carlisle, or the airport to reserve a ticket.

Suddenly, Alice's face floated into my head. Of course, she would have the answer. Aside from this, Carlisle would be working his nightshift at the hospital. Alice would be able to tell me for sure if I ended up being strong enough to stay away and preserve Bella's life. Then, I would be able to redirect my actions. I could change whatever happened and do the opposite. I would force myself to stay away.

As I started dialling Alice's number, the phone vibrated and rang in my hand. "ALICE" appeared across the screen, and I hit the call button. Of course, she would know I was about to call. I sighed to myself as I put her on speaker phone.

"Edward?" Alice's bright voice sounded worried on the other end. "Edward, what's wrong?"

"Why must there always be something wrong?" I chided, though I understood her concern. It wasn't as if there was anything specifically right in my life right now.

"You never call first," she replied. "But then I saw you calling, and you seemed in distress." I heard Esme through the phone on the other side asking if I was alright. "Esme is worried about you."

"I know," I said quietly. "I'm sorry. I was calling to ask for advice-"

"I know," she said in a whisper. I heard shuffling on the other side of the phone and thought she had sat down. "I know you're going to try and go to her." I froze and gripped the phone so tightly I thought it might shatter.

"I needed to know. Then I can reroute-" Alice cut me off.

"No!" She cried, and I could also feel the desperate expression she probably wore. "No. Edward – Bella is-" She stopped short, and I almost growled at her in frustration.

"Bella is what, Alice? What's happened?" I snapped.

"Nothing bad has happened. Well, nothing to Bella, really. I mean, I suppose this was inevitable over time." I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes. So, it had happened then. The thing I wanted most for Bella, but the thing that also ate me up inside. She had moved on.

"Ah," was all I could say, and I felt my insides crumble. "Do you know who?" I don't know why I even asked. It would possibly only make it worse to know who had taken her from me. But you gave her up!

"What?" Alice sounded distant for a moment, and then she spoke slowly. "There isn't anyone else, Edward, if that's what you think." My eyes snapped open. If not another boy, then what was she getting at?

"Bella moved," continued Alice. She sounded sad for just a moment. "Well, technically she hasn't moved yet. But I know she will be. Edward. Bella is going to try going to college." I stood stunned for a moment. College? Bella wanted to go to college? This has been the furthest thing from her mind when I was there. Ending her natural life as soon as possible had been at the top of her priority list! I had left in hopes that Bella would move on to someone normal, someone human. But instead, an even better outcome had happened. She was going to move on with her own direction.

"Where?" I heard my voice ask, and I instantly regretted it. If I hadn't asked this, then I may never know. If I didn't know where Bella was then I wouldn't be able to go to her. And I knew I wasn't great at tracking, though the way her scent appealed to me, it might not have even been a challenge.

"She's staying in Washington," Alice said. "I assume she wants to stay close to Charlie. Edward! Bella is going to go to college. You know, you could attend with her…."

"Don't be stupid," I said. "I was just curious." Alice was quiet for a moment.

"You put yourself through so much needless suffering," she said. "You always said you wanted her to at least go to college first. Maybe just a year or so and then-" I nearly hung up the phone.

"No, Alice," I growled. "I left to avoid this. She's moved on. I'll just let her get on with it."

"Fine," Alice said, annoyed. "But there is something you should know. I was planning to call you."

"Go ahead," I mumbled. What else was there to know? I had promised myself that I would wait long enough for Bella to move on, and now she was making the first step. There was nothing else to be done but continue with my existence. Alice took a deep breath and then spoke again.

"I know you've given up on Victoria," she said quickly. "But I've seen something."

"Tell me," I said, my ears perking. If I could continue my pursuit on keeping her safe from afar, then perhaps Bella would really build the life I wanted for her. I needed to know where Victoria was first.

"Victoria sent Laurent to Forks. While she was running from you, she ordered Laurent to go find Bella. I think she knows we aren't there anymore, and she knows you were following her. She knew Bella was unprotected."

"Where is Laurent?" I barked.

"He's – he's dead!" She cried. "But I didn't see how this happened. I just saw him approaching Bella in the forest and then he just disappeared. So did Bella and I thought – I thought I would have had to make a very different phone call." She stopped and I prompted her to keep going.

"Just say it, Alice!" My mind reeled. Laurent was dead, but from Alice's vision, Bella had been unharmed. My brow furrowed in confusion. If Laurent had gone there to harm Bella, then how had she remained … alive?

"Well, I'm not sure why I lost sight of Bella for a while, but then she appeared again. I believe that Laurent has only been dead for a couple weeks." She said the next part quickly, "I'm sorry that I didn't call you, but I needed to be sure! I was almost tempted to go and see her myself, but I knew how angry you'd be-"

"Alice," I interrupt. She was right, of course. I would have been furious with her, though a small part of me might have been relieved to know someone was there to check on Bella. I shuddered to think of her alone, in a forest with Laurent. I wasn't anywhere near her to rush to her side. I hung my head as I asked, "is she okay?"

"Yes, I'm certain. I've seen the dorm she will be staying in and everything. Bella is okay, but Edward – she's not safe. I saw Victoria. She's back in Washington, and I think she may be following Bella. I keep seeing this awful vision of her finding her in an alley somewhere-" I growled and slammed my fist on the wooden desk. I heard a splinter and watched as a crack formed over the surface.

"How certain are you?"

"That this will happen? It's about sixty, forty that it will happen. Edward I think you should-"

"Where is Victoria now?"

"I don't know, I can't see her very well," Alice said quietly. "I don't know her as well as I know Bella. Edward-"

"I'll be in Washington," I replied, and I snapped the phone shut.

A/N: Thank you so much if you made it to the end! I hope you enjoy long chapters, because I enjoy writing them! I will probably shift between Edward and Bella's perspectives as that is the best way I can think of to deliver this story. I really hope you enjoyed, and I would love to know what you thought! For reference, I will also be posting this story on Ao3 and Wattpad under the same name.

What do you think Eddie is going to do when he arrives back in Washington?