When I got home after this interesting first day of school. I decided to make something simple for dinner while I processed my day. The morning classes and lunch was… boring at most, but the afternoon was better. Jacob had definitely flirted with me and that's okay, it was harmless. He would forget about me eventually. I wasn't looking for anything. But he is really cute and he's smart, he had his own personal books he brought from home that he kept in his backpack or in his locker.

That was different from the boys I had been friends with over the years living in my hometown Forks. La Push is a whole new world, sure, I've traveled but living here is different, the scenery is much of the same.

But it's… different. I can't place it.

I waited for Dad to come after I finished cooking and saved him a helping. I watched tv while I waited and fell asleep.

The rest of the week went by smoothly as did the second and third and it led into a month and a half. Quil, Embry and Jacob accepted into their own little friend group. They were dorks, but they're funny in their own ways, and freaking stupid as boys were. Boys always had the best stories of reckless adolescent antics, dirt bikes, quads, whatever they did in the woods. They all read too, which is surprising, I hadn't been expecting it considering their personalities so far, but it made obvious sense with their quick-witted, strangely grammatically correct remarks and references when they were in their moods. Freaking idiots but they made this transition of a new school better and helped me catch up in other classes during phone calls, I owed them my life. Dad grounded me to the house, but I wasn't in trouble, but I couldn't argue about being confided to the house; Dad would have an aneurysm if I told him I'm friends with just boys. He always had a limit for me since I was his baby and the rule was stricter because of… Bella.

Their involvement in my life has kept my nightmares away for… a while now. I was sleeping better; I was eating better again. I was… beginning feel more hope with each passing week.

The month of march seemed to show promise with the science fair and college fair. The elective events like the spring drama production and spring chorus concert and the track season, Forks High was having another bonfire in the second Friday of May for one of the games or whatever against La Push High; the dorks wanted to attend to make fun of the runners when they were starting off. They were… yeah, sometimes, but they never failed to make me laugh. Oh, and, La Push's Spring break at the end of April for two weeks. I was cramming for the end of the school year, and the dorks were over to study for our tests in different subject in the morning classes. After I got off the phone with Dad letting me know he was searching for another kid from in Forks and told me not to wait up.

I ordered pizzas and we studied as late as we could close to passing curfews. I stayed up later that night working on elective homework I picked during the rotation so no more health class. I choose creative writing, and the dorks were against joining it, Jacob choose civic economics. Embry choose computer class, and Quil settled with a psychology class. They seemed to be enjoying the classes they choose to take, I don't know what I would do without them. I probably would be shoved in lockers almost every day, Embry is quiet, but he's got the smartest remarks, Quil is the seducer of the group and always hitting on senior girls and getting into fights. And then there's Jake, where could I begin with Jake?

It's most definitely obvious I have a crush on him, I know it and I will shoot myself if he finds out. I know Quil and Embry are catching on, but I might shoot them first before they could say anything to Jacob. I fell asleep working on my essay.

Dad will be pissed… but that didn't stop me from dressing warmly, putting on my hiking boots, gloves, and my own bright pink (I didn't pick it out, Dad wanted us to have bright colors and Bella claimed the yellow one before I could've picked.) Putting my hood over my head as the rain started flinging down from the purple clouds, I gripped the flashlight and closed the back door from behind me. I left a note for Dad when he got home, there would be no doubt that he would come looking for me as soon as he reads the note.

-Went looking for Bella on the trail. Be back soon. I promise. I love you.

Just like always.

The forest was darker with the rain coming down, the air turning icy and the earth is squishy under my boots. I swallowed my anxiety and solidified myself to get this done, I am determined to find something, so I don't come back empty handed. I would surely be grounded again but Bella… she keeps calling me, the forest is eerie and my instincts kicking in to keep me alive and safe. I am not afraid of the woods, I use to be in these woods for hours when I was a child, I still remember the forest like the back of my hand. I feel like a detective right now, maybe I should get into the field, Dad would have a heart attack. Maybe I'm just… what happens if I find her? What if I find something that leads us to her?

What if she ran away with Edward? I would run away with Jacob if I had the chance. But that's not Bella.

I walked for what seemed like hours deeper and deeper into the forest heading in the direction of my dreams, following the dream map, the sky is dark, and the rain still hasn't stopped. Walking through forest foliage and over fallen trees with the flashlight on now, the flashlight was basically useless in the rain. I kept praying to find her, find something that would lead us to her, the pain and guilt of her disappearance driving me forward. Refusing to feel useless and worthless, she was only eighteen, in love, Bella was the most responsible one out of the both of us, always cautious. She would never go into the woods alone, and she would never come out of the woods alone. My jean pant legs are soaked, and the only thing that keeps me warm was my water-resistant parka, the dream is floating around in my head. I'm getting close, I can feel it, I started to have a familiar feeling, a sense, a familiar sense of vision.

My dreams, that one image of Bella forty feet from me with her back turned, a yellow parka and her thick long locks of mahogany hair blowing in the rainy breeze.

"Celeste."

Stopping in my tracks hearing her voice echoing in my ears, I turned in a circle slowly pointing the flashlight out in front of me, my heart picking up in pace as an eerie chill ran up my spine. I continued forward with my instincts yelling at me to continue forward, keep moving. I walked some more with my body beginning to lower in temperature and my feet are going numb from the rain soaking into my boots from my jeans. My fingers shivering as I continued to point the light in different directions. The forest is unpredictable, I wasn't going to disappear, I wasn't going to fail, I couldn't fail.

She was only eighteen, in love and figuring out the rest of her life with her beloved… I was not going to let her memory die; I was going to make her proud even if she's watching from the other side. I will find her. I walked for what seemed like hours upon hours, the rain eased up but then came pouring back down. Twigs and thin branches cracking under my boots, the wind blowing through the trees and changing the rains direction a couple times. I smacked the flashlight in my palm when it flickered and reactivated the life of the batteries, I continued forward for another thirty minutes.

"Celeste." Bella's voice is mixed with Jacob's.

I stopped in my tracks and turned in a slow circle again, another eerie chill running up my spine and my heart picking up in its frantic flutter. Slowing my breathing to steady myself, turning in another slow circle my hand shivering in soaked gloves, turning to my left I'm breathed hitching catching color more than twenty feet from me. My heartbeat is in my ears.

Déjà vu.

"Celeste." Jacob's figure was just as hazy as Bella's, but he was closer. "Go home."

I stared at his figure in the distance, I swallowed. My cheeks were prickling into numbness from the cold. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Everything in my body slowed down as I walked in that direction, my instincts yelling at me in a hurry, ignoring Jacob's warning. I couldn't believe my eyes as I seemed to walk in slow motion to the color in the darkness, my flashlight started to go out. Hitting the flashlight on my palm to keep its life going until I'm close to the house but it went out several feet away from my target. Everything went cold and numb in me when the color was bright, a bright color in the dark earthy tones.

Was my dreams right? Or was I hallucinating? I can't believe I found her parka; it's just her parka. On the floor and covered in dirt and water, what caught me off guard is the distinct red staining all over the front of the parka. My heart shattered in my chest, crushing all the way to my core, I fell to my knees staring at the parka a couple of feet in front of me. Tears blurring my vision and a painful knot forming in my throat, she's dead. She's dead, her blood has stained the parka, I wish I found her in it. I wish I found her in a hidden house in the forest.

Putting my hands over my face, the gloves moistening and cooling my face even more than it was, my tears mixed with the rain falling from the sky. She's dead. My sister that I had just been getting close to is dead.

"Celeste." Bella called softly again.

I dropped my hands slowly and looked around me, maybe she wasn't maybe she became one with the forest and is living peacefully as a rabbit. I reached out to the parka, picked it up gingerly and examined it the little light, the color was stark contrast in the dark tones. My instincts yelled at me to go home, I listened, I found what I needed, there was nothing else in the spot or in the surrounding area. Not the right something I was looking for; I can feel his eyes like he was right in my face. I wrenched myself up from the forest floor and scrambled to my numb feet. I hauled ass back to the way I came making a right turn from when I came left, gripping the parka for dear life in my right hand and the flashlight in the other. That eerie feeling intensifying as I ran like hell was following me… I had a deep feeling it was.

I started to cry more while I ran, I wasn't sure if I was even going the right way anymore, the flashlight is dead, and I feel like I'm running for my life. My legs and lungs are on fire with my never-ending run, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. I don't think I have ever run as fast as I am right now, it would put my PE Mile Run tests to shame-.

A figure dropped down in front of me, I smacked into them while screaming, like a cold stone wall. I shoved back and my hand released my cherished items, my heart racing in my chest as I fell on my ass and stared up into the darkness. Didn't I hit something…? My forehead prickles with sharp pain throughout my head, I put my hand over my head, picking myself up. I shrieked when I felt a rush of wind and did a summersault in the air from something cold and hard wrapping around my right shin and slammed down into the earth on my back and right side. All the wind was knocked out of me, and pain from the impact, mud in my hair and all over and being washed away from the heavy rain. I can't feel my body with the amount adrenaline pumping and the strength my heartbeat, all I could hear was my heartbeat and my vision well it's fucking raining cats and dogs I can't seeshit.

Ah! I'm going to fucking die! The forest is unpredictable!

"Breathe! He can hear you! You need to scream!" I'm fucking hallucinating, Bella is running towards me in a hazy form, dream Bella. "Scream!"

The hairs on the back of my neck standing up, my heartbeat in my ears getting back to my feet. The flashlight came back on, I snatched it up and Bella's parka, scrambled to my feet again and hauled ass. I shrieked out of pure fear and definitely from my brain's concoction of Bella. Something jumped out in front of me, heavy vibrations behind me, everything stilled as I pointed the flashlight up into the treetops.

"This is just a dream. Just a dream. This is not real. He's not here. He's not here." I murmured to myself with a terrified quivering voice. "He wouldn't hurt her. He wouldn't hurt her."

Everything was still into frozen time, everything even the rain flinging down from above stilled in the air.

In that single second of stillness and at a nails pace of awareness, he appeared from overhead, inhuman noises spilling between his bared teeth that shone with a silvery glint across his perfect teeth. An expression filled with hate and… thirst, destroying every good memory of him and impression of him in that single second. He promised he would never lose control of myself; he promised he would never harm us, but this image destroyed all of his promises. Those heavy feet, those heavy vibrations were right behind me, animalistic sounds, growling, snarling defensive. Edwards' irises were the color of blood, rich and dark, he had been my sister's boyfriend, and she loved him more than she loved anything else in this world. In some strange sense, in that same moment, I knew for a fact that he killed her.

It was clear, and he wanted to kill me too.

He dropped a foot away from me. I fell back onto my bum with a scream that pierced my ears, the sound is strangled from my throat and left them ringing. The moment he went to grab me something crashed into him from his right side, disappearing into the darkness with ground shaking vibrations, the sounds were inhumane, animalistic they hurt my ears. Sending painfully prickling throughout my ear drums and my skull, I didn't waste any time, I scrambled back to my feet, scrambling around for the flashlight and parka on the soaked forest floor. Sobbing, and frantically looking around, branches snapping loudly to my right hand my head snapping in the direction. I felt everything inch of hair on my body stand up in warning, standing up at a threat that was life threatening, this was a situation I've never been in before but had been thought to be prepared for.

Screaming again while launching myself forward away from the figure barreling towards me. I can't breathe. Running away from what was behind me, running away from the vampire that had been in love with my older sister, and the piercing noises of animals like thunder and making the ground shake. I felt something grab onto the back of my jacket and I shrieked before I tumbled to the ground and staggered back to my feet through the ankle-deep mud. I was so glad I tied my laces three times; I shrieked a couple shorts times as I dodged the shadows in the darkness around me as I threw my legs forward again.

This was something that I couldn't prepare for, there was nothing that could defend me from this. Nothing I could fight it off with, knowing that this could be the moment of the end of my life is absolutely soul crushing, terrifying. I haven't lived.

My heart is going to break through my ribcage, my head hurts and I was freaking out, gasping, and running for my life. Completely numb from the chill in the air and the icy rain, the mud washing away, my legs are numb and feels like I'm not moving fast enough. My throat burned, the warmth within the house was beginning to thaw my body and it hurt. Everything hurts.

"Celeste."

I stopped right in my tracks, her voice was a lot different this time, I scanned my surrounds with the terrified quiet sob bubbling out of my throat, my vision blurring but I didn't dare look behind me. I began running again. My heart is pounding in my chest, hearing it my ears, feel it in my throat and pulsing throughout my brain and fingertips. I seemed to slow down; all I could see was the forest in front of me as I ran. I saw fiery red hair chaotic in the wind and rain, but it was gone as quickly as I seen it, I didn't pay much attention to that. But I didn't stop moving; I couldn't stop. I laughed in relief as I bustled through the bushes, coming out of the forest from the end of my street, I ran down the dead-end road and to the lit-up porch. Dad still wasn't home; I phoned him immediately. He didn't answer, I called him two more times before I called someone.

"Hello?" I asked out of breath, tone full of paranoia as I looked around.

"Celeste? It's ... What's wrong?" The same man as always asks.

I looked down at my trembling hands, water dripping from my clothes onto the kitchen floor dirt mixing with the water.

"I-I-I-I… I-I found-d Bel-la's park-a-a. Ed-dwar-rd-s-s-s not h-hum-man..." My fear induced stutter, my teeth chattering fiercely, and I dropped the flashlight that startled me even though I watched it fall.

"You have to speak up, Celeste. I can't hear you," the man says, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, chills running down my spine.

I pushed the mic towards my chattering teeth, trying to calm my nerves by inhaling through my nose, "I-I found B-Bella's-s-s par-rka… Ed-dw-ward-d ki-ille-e-d B-Bella. I-I-I."

"It's okay, It's okay-."

Something grabbed me by the back of my neck, I screamed at the teeth piercing my neck harshly, the phone dropping from my hand as I kicked and threw my hands at the marbled boy. Fire exploding from the sight.

The dream ended there, abruptly. Like being thrown backwards harshly.

I felt my body fall back into the mattress and I woke with a start sitting upright, gasping for breath with my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

I shrieked, jumping off the couch when the phone began to ring. I got up from the couch to answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Celeste." Jacob greets; he was overly enthusiastic.

"Hey, Jake." I greeted him, yawning belly deep.

"Did I wake you?"

I glanced around for the clock once I registered the light from outside. It was Saturday and it's 11 am.

"No, well, yes you did. I was going to sleep all day if you hadn't." I wiped my face and stretched in the position I was in.

"How did you sleep?"

"I slept okay. How about you? Did you eat?"

"Did I eat? Of course I did." He says with a chortle. "My pops said he seen you father at the stor3e early this morning with one of his deputies."

"Oh? I didn't know Dad left already."

"Yeah, I don't know. It just came to my head because I don't know… Dad was saying something about talking with him and the tribe council later next week."

I stared the cabinets in front of me, "Uh… Huh? Really? I thought…"

"What?"

"I thought having a meeting with a tribe council means something bad is happening."

"Not necessarily. Your dad wants permission to be able to patrol on Reservation land. He has to speak to the council about access."

"Ah. It makes more sense now. So, what's up? Did you finish your Spanish essay?"

Jacob groans, I can hear books rustling in the background, "No. Tell me why I choose to take Spanish again?"

"I don't know. Extra college credits? Spanish gives more than creative writing."

"And I still have to do essays… Can you help me, please?" More rustling of books and I think I hear the tv too.

I looked at the time, I sighed when I already made up my mind, "Yeah. Hold on, I'm going to call my dad right quick."

"Sure, sure."

I poked in the number for the station and waited for his answer. I didn't get one. I went upstairs and got ready for the day. I showered and eat a strawberry cream cheese bagel and drove to the Forks police station. The station was empty, and the phones were ringing, all of them and the station was in disarray. I answered the phone closest in me with more swift glances all over the station.

"Hello, Forks Police department. This is Celeste Swan no ones in the station at the moment, can I take a message?"

They hung up. I looked down at the phone and hung it up and looked around at the silence that hit the space like a tidal wave. All of the phones stopped ringing around the station.

It started ringing again.

I repeated my greeting again and someone actually spoke this time, it was Riley Bier's parents calling about his disappearance almost a year ago in April. I wrote their message down for my dad and hung up when they were done. I called Dad's cell from the station, maybe he would answer seeing the number come up on his cell phone, he didn't answer. I looked around the stark quiet room of desks littered with case files, there is a mess everywhere.

I checked Dad's desk that would give me information on his location or an area they were searching. Anything. But there is nothing but case files and information of kids and adults of various ages, even tourists to hike the trails, people from Seattle, Port Angeles, Olympia.

What the hell is going on? What the actual hell is going on? I checked as desks as I could, even more tourists from all over the country, all here to hike a trail in the Olympic small town forest without the hassle of the national park. But there were people going missing in the park as well, ranger reports to spread the news of an animal in the woods. The reports were recent, all within the month, this week, yesterday, last night.

That was no fucking animal in the woods. That was a vampire. It was the only possible explanation for it.

I ran to the exit doors but stopped, Dad would be pissed if I went looking for him and I couldn't tell him about the existence of vampires. If he was around. Or even Victoria… James mate, the one that went after Bella last spring break. There was something I had to do, I needed to help.

I recalled my dreams. If I went into the woods, my dreams were a vivid warning of the outcome. But who is Billy? Billy…

Billy! Billy Black! Jacob's father from our group conversations about our home life. Billy always had stories and legends of spirit warriors. But would Billy believe me about vampires if I could get information out of him? Billy, what else do I know about Billy that might help in the convincing? Nothing absolutely nothing else, none of us really talk about our home lives. But I need to do something, and I have a painfully strong feeling in my gut to talk to Billy. I have to do something, I couldn't just stay in the house 24/7 while my dad could, inescapably, be missing. There was something about Billy that was significant as much as Edward was, along with Victoria in the distance.

I dashed to over to the phone and called Jacob back.

"Hello?"

"Jake? It's Celeste. I need to talk to your dad. I can't reach Dad. There's something going on over here at the station."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. I've called him and I've looked for him here at the station, but nobody is here. And the place is a mess."

"That… doesn't sound good."

"No, it doesn't…" I picked up one of the missing person flyers, "Jake there's about two hundred people missing, 200 may be an exaggeration but people from different states, and in the Peninsula are missing. Kids from 3 years old and adult up to fifty-three, just… gone."

"That's not good." He sounded disturbed, it was tone that sent chills down my spine once and made the hairs on my body stand.

"No. It's not." I looked around the station, I jumped and gasped at all the phones beginning to ring at various times. "What the hell! This happened when I came in here!" I placed the phone down that was in my hand and answered the phone at the other desk to my left as soon as I answered all the phones stopped ringing.

I looked up and around with wide eyes, I pushed copper brown locks out of my face, I turned in a circle and then unraveled myself as I spoke, "Hello? Forks Police Department, this is Celeste Swan. Can I take a message?"

"Celeste" Bella asks, her voice was distant, the line crackled and cracked.

This was a spiritual call. I felt like my heart was going to bust through my ribcage.

My eyes brimmed with tears, my body began to shake, "Bella?"

"Stay on La Push soil! Billy! Sam Uley! Run!" She yelled, clearly.

The phones all around me began ringing again, I slammed the phone back down, I got the hell out of there.

I pinched myself in different places to see if I was dreaming as I hastily descended the staircase ran and to my truck. This was real. This is reality. Bella was in the afterlife screaming at me through phone calls. I slammed the truck door closed and my hands shook too much for me get them into the ignition. My ears picked up on the silence inside the station.

"Oh, hell no." I forced myself to breathe steadily enough to calm my hands, I shoved the key into the ignition and started it. I pushed the truck as fast as it could go, carefully not to stall it until I was at least in the village.

I don't know where Jacob's was, but I was going to find it. He said his house is the only red house in La Push, which won't be hard to find. I prayed.

The rain came down from the sky in buckets, slamming down against the truck and the ancient mixing with the pounding. It created a numbing tone to my brain to keep me focused on what I was doing. La Push soil, I had to get on La Push soil. And disconnect the phone from the wall when I get home.

Hopefully, Dad will understand that there were spirits calling us, he probably will. I had to slow down to give the truck some more life for the rest of the school year. I drove down everywhere and slowing down to get a good glimpses of the houses, so far I wasn't finding, and I had gone through almost every neighborhood. I must have missed it. And worst of all, the truck was beginning to jerk and sputter.

"No!" I pulled onto the shoulder and let the truck stall out. I cut the ignition, and I dropped my forehead onto the steering wheel while turning the key.

It gave a violent sputter. I groaned and cut the ignition again and pulled the key out with fury and looked in my mirror for any traffic. Nothing. I opened my door and slid out of the truck and pulled my hood over my head before slamming the door closed. I zipped up my parka and pocketed my eyes as I checked my surroundings. The rain falling from the sky was… eerily surreal. I looked around me again with my hands shaking in my pockets, I clutched my keys in my right hand.

I don't like this. I don't like this at all.