The next chapters in Eclipse in Edward’s point of view.

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Newborn - EPOV

With one final glance in my direction – a look filled with both reassurance and apology – Jasper

began his story. He knew what I was afraid of, of course he knew. He could feel my fear. Not since

that first day when I'd brought Bella home and told her about our history had I been so afraid of

frightening her away with too much truth. She'd teased me that I was waiting for her to scream and

run away, and while she'd always assured me I wasn't as much of a monster as I made myself out to

be, there was no denying that, at least for a time, Jasper had been. There was more murder and

bloodshed in his history than the rest of us combined. Even in my darkest days, I hadn't been a part

of anything anywhere near as atrocious as the things Jasper had been surrounded by on a daily

basis.

Bella had heard Rosalie's story, and while it was brutal and terrible, what she'd experienced only

showed the horrors that man was capable of. Jasper's history encompassed the worst of our kind. As

he spoke, I watched her expression carefully, ready to stop him the moment I thought it was too

much for her. She needed to understand where he was coming from, but I could hear all that Jasper

was prepared to confess. There was no need to give her more nightmares than she already had.

He spoke carefully, reading Bella's emotions as much as I was reading her expression. He painted

the picture of the world as it was, as it still is for so many of our kind. A world where humans are

nothing more than our food source, red dots on a map as he put it, highlighting the most populated,

and therefore most desirable areas. The more humans in one area, the easier it is to feed without

anyone noticing.

Like Seattle, he added silently, his eyes flickering for an instant in my direction. I wish it wasn't

starting to feel so much like the old days, believe me. But I know how they think. If someone had

suddenly tried to claim such a busy city as their own, then why not build an army to defend it? And

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with humans always finding some explanation, no matter how mysterious the deaths, even an army

isn't really risking exposure.

“Not that the covens in the South care much for what the humans notice or do not,” he said, both

continuing his story aloud, and finishing his silent thoughts to me. I didn't want to admit it, but it all

made too much sense. And if it was an army of newborns we were up against, I wasn't sure we

would be able to stop them before the Volturi stepped in.

“It's the Volturi that keep them in check,” Jasper said, having come to the same conclusion as

myself. And thank goodness for that, he thought, then quickly added, sorry when he felt my anxiety.

Jasper had always been grateful for the existence of the Volturi, and even knowing that they would

come to destroy us, to destroy Bella, couldn't take away his respect for them.

“They are the only ones the southern covens fear. If not for the Volturi, the rest of us would be

quickly exposed.” He was still speaking to Bella, but for a moment it felt more like he was

defending his feelings toward the Volturi to me. To some extent I could understand. With all the

horrors he'd seen, it must have granted him at least a certain amount of peace, knowing there was an

end – that there were still rules and limits to what would be tolerated among the power-crazed,

ravenous villains he lived with.

Bella listened silently, her breathing steady but shallow, as Jasper explained how different the

covens in the South are, compared to those who live up North. They truly lived as vampires, the

kind from humans' stories and legends. They came out at night, and had no regard for human life. I

kept watching, gauging her reactions, but her expression remained undeniably relaxed, and it wasn't

until Jasper spoke of war that she spoke.

“But what are they fighting for?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“Remember the map with the red dots?” he asked her. She nodded nervously, and Jasper sensed

how greatly I wanted him to stop.

She's fine, Edward. I've been keeping a steady calm flowing in her direction, but she barely needs it

anymore. She's... fascinated.

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Of course she was. When was I ever going to learn that Bella handled the realities of our world far

better than I gave her credit for? Still, the way Jasper had been speaking – and I'd appreciated his

doing so – everything had sounded distant and story-like. It wasn't until he gave a name to one of

the characters, that I saw a flicker of fear in Bella's eyes. When Jasper explained the way Benito had

wiped out several covens for the sole purpose of claiming the most populated cities for his personal

feeding ground, I heard Bella's heart start to race.

“How did he win?” she asked, voice shaking.

“Benito had created an army of newborn vampires. He was the first one to think of it, and, in the

beginning, he was unstoppable. Very young vampires are volatile, wild, and almost impossible to

control.”

I instinctively took at step closer to Bella, anticipating a reaction, though I still wasn't sure what it

would be. Would she be scared, knowing that such a thing as a newborn army could exist, and that

it was very likely what was causing so many deaths in Seattle? Would she be upset that I'd never

told her about any of this? Would she be wondering what her first years would be like, and whether

or not she would be as wild and unstoppable as those Jasper was describing?

I waited, yet she said nothing. On the surface, she remained the picture of composure. If it weren't

for her pounding heart and uneven breathing, I might have believed she was completely unfazed.

Jasper told her about the subsequent armies created to battle the army that had already done so

much damage. He told her of one of the darkest times in vampires' long history. He told her

everything, and she listened with what appeared to be a sort of morbid curiosity.

It didn't escape my notice that Bella visibly flinched every time Jasper mentioned the Volturi, and

with good reason. Thinking about them was surely the most difficult part of the story, because while

perhaps she could picture, to some extent, the things Jasper had described, the Volturi were already

very real to Bella. And while I could assure her we would know long before they came for her, she

still feared them above all else.

Still, the Volturi had done their part, and even I had to agree with Jasper when he explained to Bella

that we owed them for our present way of life. I couldn't even imagine what would have happened

if they hadn't stepped in when those first wars broke out. No city would have been safe, and

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vampires wouldn't have remained merely legends. All mankind would have known what we were

and what we sought. Every human would have feared for their life, yet because of the Volturi, we

remain hidden – those like my family and I even able to interact with them in something resembling

a normal life.

I think she already knows what I'm about to say, Jasper suddenly thought, bringing my attention

momentarily away from Bella. He looked me in the eyes for one split second before continuing.

“The wars resumed, but on a smaller scale. Every now and then, someone would go too far,

speculation would begin in the human newspapers, and the Volturi would return and clean out the

city. But they let the others, the careful ones, continue...”

Then, just as Jasper had predicted, recognition set in.

“That's how you were changed,” Bella whispered.

“Yes.”

I wanted to tell him to stop, to leave it at that, but what had been started needed to be finished.

Bella's curiosity was piqued. How could someone who was created for the purpose Jasper was end

up with a family like ours – protecting human life rather than taking it without thought?

As Jasper continued, I found myself in dire need of a distraction, so I went back to counting Bella's

heartbeats. He spoke only briefly about his time with the Confederate Army. He, like myself, had

been caught up in the idea of it, romanticized as it had been. Because of his gifts, he'd done

particularly well. It was also likely that the main reason the vampires who changed him had singled

him out was because they sensed what he was capable of. Over time, he'd learned to embrace his

gift, but in the beginning, he'd had plenty of reason to resent it. Jasper had gone over that night

thousands of times in his mind, yet I could still hear the bitterness in his voice as he described it to

Bella.

“He looks right – young, strong, an officer...” they'd said. “And there's something more... do you

sense it? He's... compelling.”

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They chose me because they knew what a powerful addition to their group I would prove to be.

They could feel that I was special, even when I was just a weak human. Why couldn't I have been

like the rest?

Jasper had long ago come to terms with the hand he'd been dealt. Most of the time he was actually

very happy. He had Alice, and he knew that if his life had followed a normal path, he never would

have found her. Still, even the most content of us couldn't help but wonder, what if? What if he'd

been just another soldier – would they still have chosen him if they hadn't felt what he was capable

of? What if he'd never joined the army to begin with – where would his human life have taken him?

As Jasper spoke of the moments just before his life was ended, I felt him send out a wave of calm

energy, and for the first time since he'd started his story, I wondered if it was more for his own sake

than for Bella's. Whenever any of us thought about our transformations, it was hard not to

remember the pain in violent detail, and it almost seemed as if he were trying to numb himself

before speaking the words out loud. No amount of calm emanating from him, however, could fully

keep the panic I was feeling at bay. I'd always been very vague about the process with Bella, and

even though it was only fair for her to know exactly what was going to happen to her if she

followed through with her plans, somehow, I wasn't quite ready for her to hear it.

I was about to interrupt, but of course Jasper was one step ahead. He felt my hesitation, or my

nerves, and let out a quiet sigh. Fine. But the more prepared she is, the easier it will be for her.

“A few days later,” he continued, “...I was introduced to my new life.”

I knew the next part of Jasper's story was the most difficult for him to talk about, and it didn't

surprise me when he glazed over certain details. During his early years, he was an integral part of

Maria's army, learning to fight and training the other newborns as well. He was rewarded often, and

of course there was only one type of reward a newborn vampire was interested in – blood. Jasper

refrained from saying the word out loud, not only for Bella's sake but for his own as well. Even

after all his years with our family, a part of him would always miss the freedom that came from

feeding according to our nature rather than our conscience. The degree to which it pained him to

abstain was his darkest secret, and only I truly knew what a daily struggle it was. Alice understood

to a point, but when Jasper was tempted, all she saw was the final outcome. She could see when

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things were difficult for him but she always saw him stopping himself before he went too far. She

didn't hear the battle raging inside the way I did.

It didn't escape my notice that whenever Jasper spoke of the rewards he'd been given, he found

himself more aware than usual of how appealing Bella's blood was. I instinctively moved closer to

her, ready to defend her against him as I'd once had to do, but he shook his head almost invisibly

and let another wave of calm wash over the room.

I'm in control, Edward. I promise you, no amount of thirst will disarm me like that ever again, at

least not where Bella is concerned. I'll never forgive myself for all the pain that one moment of

weakness cost the two of you, and I won't ever allow it to happen again.

I relaxed when I heard the sincerity of his words, mirrored by the absolute determination in his

mind. As the minutes passed, I stopped waiting for Jasper to lose control or for Bella to hear

something that was too much for her, and when I was finally able to do that, I found myself

captivated by Jasper's words. I'd heard the story countless times through the medium of his

thoughts, but it was so rare to hear him speak any part of it out loud that I became entranced.

It always amazed me that Jasper had developed a conscience, as we called it, considering the way

he lived. Even after so many years with us, he thought since it was so much more difficult for him

to abstain than the rest of the family, that meant we were somehow better than him, yet nothing

could be farther from the truth. The fact that he'd lived through so much violence, war, and

bloodshed, that he had come away with anything left of his humanity was astonishing.

Jasper spoke very briefly of the bond he'd developed with Maria, but for Alice's sake, he left out

certain details. He spoke of their years on conquest, claiming city after city for their own, and of all

the newborns lost in the various fights. I wondered if he realized that with each memory of a fallen

comrade, he traced his fingers along the scars on his arms.

Maria and Jasper had lived as each other's mates for many years, though Jasper always believed she

only stayed with him because of his ability and his skills as a fighter. It was probably the only

reason he was able to leave so easily when the opportunity for a new way of life presented itself.

When Jasper explained that it had eventually been his responsibility to dispose of the newborns

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when they were no longer needed, I heard Bella gasp. I took a step closer to her, eyes wide, silently

pleading with Jasper not to go on.

She's troubled, but it's coming from concern and empathy for me, not fear, Jasper assured me. I

forced myself to relax again, but was thankful when he moved on quickly, focusing on his time with

one of the surviving, more civilized newborns. When Peter couldn't take their way of life anymore,

Jasper had allowed him to make his escape. It was the first time he'd defied Maria. As soon as he

began talking about the day Peter had come back for him, his expression softened and I knew the

worst was over.

“Peter told me about his new life with Charlotte, told me about options I'd never dreamed I had. In

five years, they'd never had a fight, though they'd met many others in the north. Others who could

co-exist without the constant mayhem. In one conversation, he had me convinced. I was ready to

go, and somewhat relieved I wouldn't have to kill Maria. I'd been her companion of as many years

as Carlisle and Edward have been together, yet the bond between us was nowhere near as strong.

When you live for the fight, for the blood, the relationships you form are tenuous and easily broken.

I walked away without a backward glance.”

It was the first time I saw a glimpse of our future together, Alice thought to herself as a smile lit up

her face. I still had a long wait ahead of me, but that was the decision that would eventually lead

him to me. Everything was so much better once I knew he was coming.

Jasper couldn't hear her words but he could certainly feel her love, making it easier to talk about

those final years of his old life – before he found Alice, before everything changed. He could still

remember in agonizing detail every life he'd taken. He told Bella how it was so much worse for him

because he could feel everything his victims felt. She gazed at him with empathy and understanding

in her eyes, and I loved her all the more for it. Jasper was telling her in brutal honesty about the

lives he'd taken, yet the emotion on her face was nothing but pity for the way he'd suffered.

“I tried to kill less often,” he explained, almost an apology, though Bella was anything but

accusatory, “but I would get too thirsty and I would give in. After a century of instant gratification,

I found self-discipline... challenging. I still haven't perfected that.”

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I was expecting the usual onslaught of guilty thoughts and self-loathing, but it never came. Maybe

he was finally starting to realize none of us ever expected an apology for the life he left behind.

Instead, Jasper's mind went straight to the diner where he'd first met Alice. He remembered the look

on her face that day in perfect clarity. In his mind, she was perfection – an angel sitting alone,

waiting for him. His memory of that first moment was so personal, so intimate, I felt as if I were

intruding by listening to it.

“I was in Philadelphia. There was a storm, and I was out during the day – something I was not

completely comfortable with yet. I knew standing in the rain would attract attention, so I ducked

into a little half-empty diner. My eyes were dark enough that no one would notice them, though this

meant I was thirsty, and that worried me a little. She was there – expecting me, naturally.”

Then, for the first time since he'd started his tragic story, Jasper's face lit up and he laughed quietly.

“She hopped down from the high stool at the counter as soon as I walked in and came directly

toward me. It shocked me. I was not sure if she meant to attack. That's the only interpretation of her

behavior my past had to offer. But she was smiling. And the emotions that were emanating from her

were like nothing I'd ever felt before.”

I was already in love with you, silly, she thought. I smiled, wishing for just one moment that Jasper

could be the mind reader, though I was sure Alice had told him many times. For her, their love story

had begun long before they met.

“'You've kept me waiting a long time,' she said.” Jasper grinned as he quoted Alice's first words to

him, and I wondered if he noticed the way she mouthed them right along with him. Alice had been

inching closer to Jasper, needing to be close to him but not wanting to interrupt until it was time for

her part of the story. She stopped a few steps away from Bella and gazed at Jasper with a mixture of

playful affection and the deep, undeniable passion they shared.

“And you ducked your head, like a good Southern gentleman, and said, 'I'm sorry, ma'am,'” Alice

said, laughing.

My own personal savior, Jasper thought, staring at Alice. Waiting, ready to help me make this

miserable existence worthwhile. “You held out your hand,” he continued, reaching out to her as he

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spoke, “and I took it without stopping to make sense of what I was doing. For the first time in

almost a century, I felt hope.”

“I was just relieved. I thought you were never going to show up,” she said with a smile.

They stared at each other for a long moment, and although Bella couldn't hear their silent

declarations of love as I could, I knew she could see it in their eyes. There was something so pure

and beautiful in the way they watched each other, and I had to admit that for many decades I'd been

jealous of what they shared. Whether I hadn't considered myself worthy or simply doubted that a

match as perfect as Alice was for Jasper existed for me, I never imagined someone would look at

me that way. Yet somehow I'd found Bella, who – impossibly, wonderfully – stared at me with

much the same look in her eyes.

“Alice told me what she'd seen of Carlisle and his family,” Jasper continued. “I could hardly believe

that such an existence was possible. But Alice made me optimistic. So we went to find them.”

“Scared the hell out of them, too,” I teased, seeing that day again through Carlisle's memory. I still

wish I'd been there to see it myself. “Emmett and I were away hunting. Jasper shows up, covered in

battle scars, towing this little freak,” I laughed, reaching over to Alice, “who greets them all by

name, knows everything about them, and wants to know which room she can move into.”

Jasper and Alice laughed, both reliving the day that changed everything for them.

I'd already seen Carlisle invite us to stay, asking just seemed redundant.

I smiled at her. She'd never been one for formalities. “When I got home, all my things were in the

garage.”

“Your room had the best view,” she said with a shrug, and I joined in their laughter.

“That's a nice story,” Bella said, stopping us all in our tracks.

And you were worried she'd run screaming, Alice thought sarcastically.

Your girlfriend, the eternal optimist, Jasper added, shaking his head in wonderment.

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“I mean the last part,” she explained sheepishly. “The happy ending with Alice.”

“Alice has made all the difference. This is a climate I enjoy.” Without her, where would I be?

It was something we thankfully would never have to consider, though I think Jasper and I both

knew the answer. While his conscience had been troubled over the way he was living, without Alice

leading him to Carlisle, he never would have known he had another option besides killing and

living with the guilt.

I still don't understand why I didn't see anything, Alice thought dejectedly, bringing me abruptly

back to the present and reminding me what this was all about. “An army. Why didn't you tell me?”

We all turned our attention back to Jasper, who was still trying to make sense of it in his mind.

“I thought I must be interpreting the signs incorrectly. Because where is the motive? Why would

someone create an army in Seattle? There is no history there, no vendetta. It makes no sense from a

conquest standpoint, either, no one claims it. Nomads pass through, but there's no one to fight for it.

No one to defend it from. But I've seen this before, and there's no other explanation. There is an

army of newborn vampires in Seattle. Fewer than twenty, I'd guess. The difficult part is that they

are totally untrained. Whoever made them just set them loose. It will only get worse, and it won't be

much longer till the Volturi step in. Actually, I'm surprised they've let this go on so long.”

I moved closer to Bella, her breath catching at the mention of the Volturi, as I listened to the

thoughts around me. His story at an end, Jasper once again had the entire family's attention. What

we were discussing now involved us all, and everyone was struggling to find a solution.

“What can we do?” Carlisle asked. I don't want this to end in a fight, but surely it needs to end

somehow.

“If we want to avoid the Volturi's involvement,” Jasper said, glancing quickly and determinedly in

my direction, “we will have to destroy the newborns, and we will have to do it very soon.” Edward,

I know Carlisle won't like it, and if we can do this without him, we will. Maybe we can get help from

Tanya. “I can teach you how. It won't be easy in the city. The young ones aren't concerned about

secrecy, but we will have to be. It will limit us in ways that they are not. Maybe we can lure them

out.”

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Emmett was already getting excited, thoughts racing through all the ways we could corner them.

But my mind had already started to form a very different picture.

“Maybe we won't have to,” I said dismally. “Does it occur to anyone else that the only possible

threat in the area that would call for the creation of an army is... us?”

You honestly think any vampire out there sees us as a threat when we aren't even in competition

with them for human blood? Jasper asked.

I nodded almost invisibly. The fact that we didn't partake of the same food source wouldn't matter

to whoever started this. If they'd heard rumors about our chosen diet, which seemed unlikely,

chances are they wouldn't believe it. Even James' coven had been skeptical until they had seen it for

themselves.

“Tanya's family is also near,” Esme whispered, trying to deny what suddenly seemed so obvious to

me. Of course she wouldn't want to believe that we were inadvertently the cause of what had turned

into an abhorrent amount of bloodshed, but it seemed the most likely explanation.

“The newborns aren't ravaging Anchorage, Esme,” I said as kindly as I could. “I think we have to

consider the idea that we are the targets.”

“They're not coming after us,” Alice said with more confidence than her thoughts betrayed. “Or...

they don't know that they are. Not yet.” Then again, what do I know? I didn't even see that it was an

army. Alice had never been very forgiving of herself when things slipped through the cracks, and

admittedly, I hadn't helped matters any by making her feel personally responsible where Bella's

future was concerned.

I was about to apologize and tell her than anything she sees, no matter how insignificant, is helpful,

when I was bombarded by a sea of images. They were unclear, blurry almost, as if they were

changing so fast she couldn't make sense of them.

“What is that?” I asked. “What are you remembering?”

“Flickers,” she said, trying to concentrate but coming up short. “I can't see a clear picture when I try

to see what's going on, nothing concrete. But I've been getting these strange flashes. Not enough to

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make sense of. It's as if someone's changing their mind, moving from one course of action to

another so quickly that I can't get a good view...”

“Indecision?” Jasper asked. That can't be right. Newborns act on pure instinct. Decision or

indecision shouldn't come into play at all.

“I don't know...” she said, closing her eyes as she tried even harder to focus. Can you see what I'm

missing? she asked me silently, desperately. Can you please make sense of it all before it drives me

mad?

“Not indecision,” I snapped, realization setting in. “Knowledge. Someone who knows you can't see

anything until the decision is made. Someone who is hiding from us. Playing with the holes in your

vision.”

“Who would know that?”

It was all starting to feel like a sadistic game, and there was one person I could think of who

absolutely loved games. “Aro knows you as well as you know yourself,” I said coldly.

“But I would see if they'd decided to come...”

But that was exactly the point. They hadn't decided to come. “Unless they didn't want to get their

hands dirty,” I said dryly. I was surprised when it was Rosalie who understood first.

Of course. “A favor,” she said, almost to herself. “Someone in the South... someone who already

had trouble with the rules. Someone who should have been destroyed is offered a second chance – if

they take care of this one small problem... That would explain the Volturi's sluggish response.”

“Why?” Carlisle gasped. Even though he knew perfectly well what they were capable of, Carlisle

still liked to believe that the Volturi were inherently just, and that while their methods were

extreme, in their minds they were merely protecting vampire laws. He didn't want to think that they

could be capable of wiping out an entire family without cause. Of course, he hadn't heard Aro's

thoughts. He didn't understand how consumed with power he was, and how fearful he'd become of

the growing strength of Carlisle's family.

“There's no reason for the Volturi – ” he started to argue.

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“It was there,” I said softly, wishing I didn't have to say the words out loud, wishing he could just

hear what I'd heard and understand that the Volturi are only ever looking out for themselves. “I'm

surprised it's come to this so soon, because the other thoughts were stronger. In Aro's head he saw

me at his one side and Alice at his other. The present and the future, virtual omniscience. The power

of the idea intoxicated him.”

He wants to destroy us to get to you and Alice? he thought. That makes no sense. He must know

you'd never follow him if he took your family away from you.

I shook my head minutely, looking into his eyes as I continued. “I would have thought it would take

him much longer to give up on that plan – he wanted it too much. But there was also the thought of

you, Carlisle, of our family, growing stronger and larger. The jealousy and the fear: you having...

not more than he had, but still, things that he wanted. He tried not to think about it, but he couldn't

hide it completely. The idea of rooting out the competition was there; besides their own, ours is the

largest coven they've ever found...”

No. This can't be right, the Volturi wouldn't pick a fight out of jealousy... He was trying to find a

way around it, but beneath Carlisle's attempt to deny what I was telling him, even he was starting to

see that it made sense.

“They're too committed to their mission,” he tried to argue. “They would never break the rules

themselves. It goes against everything they've worked for.”

“They'll clean up afterward.” It would all be too easy. Whatever story they told, there would be no

choice but to believe. Without us or whoever they end up sending to take us down, to question

them, things will return to normal. “A double betrayal,” I added, almost hearing Aro say the words

himself. “No harm done.”

“No,” Jasper said, his thoughts as definitive as Carlisle's. He'd seen first hand the complete

obliteration the Volturi were capable of, but he also didn't believe they would attack unprovoked.

“Carlisle is right. The Volturi do not break rules. Besides, it's much too sloppy. This... person, this

threat – they have no idea what they're doing. A first-timer, I'd swear to it.” I've seen the way the

Volturi work, Edward. They're efficient. Seattle is a disaster. They'd never leave the kind of mess

behind. “I cannot believe the Volturi are involved. But they will be.”

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He's right, Carlisle thought, staring intently at me, willing me to believe as they did. I know you're

afraid of them for Bella's sake, and I know you've seen things I haven't seen... but this isn't their

doing. However, I'm positive they won't like what's happening right now and it won't be allowed to

go on much longer.

The rest of my family seemed to arrive at the same conclusion, but it was only Emmett who spoke it

out loud. They were all trying not to say anything that would frighten Bella, but he was far too

excited by the idea of finally getting to take action.

“Then let's go,” he shouted. “What are we waiting for?”

I watched only Carlisle in that moment, hearing, knowing the kind of pain this was causing him. No

matter how necessary in a situation like this, violence was always difficult for him to fathom when

he'd spent centuries trying to protect life in all forms. Yet what was bothering him even more now

was the idea of us launching at attack on an unknown source.

We don't know who it is, or where they came from. If they were created and then simply set loose, of

course their instincts would have taken over. Perhaps with time, they could be reasoned with. If

they knew there was another way...

But even as he tried to rationalize it, he knew it was impossible. There was only one way this was

going to end, and when he finally accepted that, he thought the three words that made all the

difference.

For our family.

I nodded as I listened to his entire mindset change. “We'll need you to teach us, Jasper,” he said,

determined. “How to destroy them.” He spoke with confidence, but I could hear how difficult it still

was for him.

I glanced over at Bella, part of me afraid of what I would see in her eyes, but needing to know she

was okay. Her brows were pulled together as if she was concentrating hard on something, though I

couldn't imagine what in all this she needed to think about. Her only job was to stay safe, and we

were going to make certain that happened.

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“We're going to need help,” Jasper said. “Do you think Tanya's family would be willing...? Another

five mature vampires would make an enormous difference. And then Kate and Eleazar would be

especially advantageous on our side. It would be almost easy, with their aid.”

“We'll ask,” Carlisle said, though the thought of involving anyone who didn't need to be was

bothering his conscience.

“We'll need to hurry,” Jasper said, handing him the phone. Carlisle took it hesitantly and made the

call just out of hearing range for Bella. I took her hand in mine, needing her warmth, her presence

more than I'd realized. We sat on the loveseat together while I listened intently to Carlisle's

conversation.

Tanya answered and I tried to ignore her not at all subtle inquiry as to how I was doing. Carlisle

lumped me in with rest of the family, simply stating that we had all found ourselves in a difficult

situation. They'd heard what was going on in Seattle so he only had to briefly explain what he was

asking them. He hadn't really wanted or expected them to agree to help, but what Tanya told him

shocked us both.

“You know I'd love to offer our assistance in anything, Carlisle, but I'm afraid in this instance I do

have to include one condition. It's something that's caused a bit of a problem for my family, and I

would be remiss if I didn't take this opportunity to try to fix it.”

“I'm listening. You know I'll help in any way I can.”

“Well, against my better judgment, Irina and Laurent became... involved during his time with us.

She was quite upset to say the least when the wolves took him down defending that human you all

are so fond of.” Her voice had turned bitter, and my jaw clenched as I understood what she was

about to ask.

“Oh,” Carlisle said, stunned. “We didn't realize... that Irina felt that way.”

“Damn it,” I snapped. “Damn Laurent to the deepest pit of hell where he belongs.”

Bella was gaping at me. “Laurent?” she whispered, terrified. I wanted to explain but while I could

already see where the conversation was going, I needed to hear the words. It was all so ridiculous

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that it should come to a vendetta against the wolves, one that, because of both Bella and the treaty,

we couldn't allow them to settle.

“Filthy, disgusting creatures or not,” Tanya explained, “it's not our place to take our revenge on the

pack since they were in fact defending a member of your family.” I could almost see her rolling her

eyes as she said the word, baffled at how we'd welcomed a human so completely into our world.

“Surely you're not asking our permission?” Carlisle said, forcing his tone to remain calm. Like

myself, he didn't want to believe it had come to this – our closest allies unwilling to help us unless

they first destroyed our closest, yet untouchable, enemies.

“That's exactly what I'm asking,” she snapped. “And if you ask me, I think we're making you a

pretty good deal. You're not allowed to take care of your wolf problem, but we are. Just say the

word. Those we leave alive will never know it had anything to do with you.”

“There's no question of that,” Carlisle said firmly. “We have a truce. They haven't broken it, and

neither will we. I'm sorry to hear that...”

“That they killed Irina's mate? That she's been inconsolable ever since it happened? You must

understand how she feels, Carlisle.”

“Of course. We'll just have to do our best alone.”

He hung up quickly, mixed feelings about knowing we would be on our own. He hadn't wanted to

involve anyone else, but he was afraid for his family, and would have gladly accepted the help if

they were willing.

“What's the problem?” Emmett asked me, staring at Carlisle and trying to read his expression.

“Irina was more involved with our friend Laurent than we knew. She's holding a grudge against the

wolves for destroying him to save Bella. She wants – ” I paused, looking into Bella's eyes. Even

though we'd refused, I hated to say the words, knowing how much it would upset her.

“Go on,” she urged me nervously.

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I took a deep breath. “She wants revenge. To take down the pack. They would trade their help for

our permission.”

“No!” she yelled.

“Don't worry,” I promised her. “Carlisle would never agreed to it.” I paused, knowing that no

matter what I felt toward the pack, I would always be in their debt for saving Bella when I wasn't

there to. “Nor would I,” I sighed. “Laurent had it coming, and I still owe the wolves for that.” She

relaxed slightly, though I could still see the terror in her eyes.

I don't like this at all, Jasper thought, his mind racing through all the possibilities. He knew better

than any of us what we were up against, and he had been hoping we would have the assistance of

Tanya's family. “This isn't good,” he said, almost to himself. “It's too even a fight. We'd have the

upper hand in skill, but not numbers. We'd win, but at what price?” He glanced for the briefest of

seconds at Alice. Without her, I'm nothing.

With that, it all started to sink in. My family was about to take on something bigger than we'd ever

faced together, and the hardest part was that it wasn't even our fight. Yet to keep the Volturi away,

what choice did we have? I tried not to see the fear in Bella's eyes, but it was unmistakable. She'd

heard Jasper, and seen the way he looked at Alice. She knew there was a chance someone would be

lost.

For the first time, I had a flash of fear for my own life. Not because I was afraid of what it would

mean, that I might finally find out the true fate of our souls. I was afraid because I'd made a promise

to Bella. I told her I'd never leave her again, that I would always be there to protect her. As I stared

at her, the one who had made all the difference, I knew I would fight with every ounce of strength

in my being, and nothing would stop me from coming home to her.

I'd be damned before any army, no matter how strong, made me break my promise.

12. Declaration – EPOV

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Why is your girlfriend so stubborn? Alice cast a quick, indignant glare in my direction, as if I had

any say in whether or not Bella's graduation party would go on as planned. I'd already told her – this

was Bella's decision and I was staying out of it.

“You can't be serious,” Bella argued. “You've completely lost your mind!”

“Say whatever you like about me,” Alice said stubbornly. “The party is still on.”

I kicked Alice under the table, but she didn't so much as bat an eye. And she called Bella stubborn.

“Oh, calm down, Bella! There's no reason not to go through with it. Besides, the invitations are

already sent.”

“But... the... you... I... insane!” Bella stuttered. If it was really causing her this much anxiety, I

would just take her out of town for the evening. Alice could throw her party, it didn't mean Bella

had to show up.

You most certainly will not! Alice silently spat the moment I started to form a coherent plan. It was

one of the many downfalls of having a sister who can see your every move long before you've had

the chance to make it.

“You've already bought my present,” Alice said angelically, trying to change the subject. “You

don't have to do anything but show up.”

I listened as Bella took several deep, calming breaths. As I watched, I realized that saving her from

a party she had no interest in attending was only part of the reason I wanted to escape with her for

awhile. We'd both spent far too much of our time lately worrying over the state of things in Seattle,

and whoever had been in her room, not to mention a possible visit from the Volturi. With so much

going on around us, we'd had hardly any time to focus on simply being together.

We still had our nights, but even those were tainted to some degree by the fear I could tell Bella was

still feeling. She tried to hide it from me, but I couldn't ignore the way she jumped every time there

was a noise outside her window. And while I enjoyed how tightly she held onto me as she drifted

off to sleep, I knew it was as much out of need for comfort and protection as it was a gesture of

love.

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Under normal circumstances, it would have been so easy to whisk her away, even if only for the

day, to somewhere we could just be together and in love. Right now, however, there were too many

uncertainties, too much we didn't know and understand.

“With everything that is going on right now, a party is hardly appropriate,” Bella insisted, eliciting

an eye roll from Alice.

“Graduation is what's going on right now, and a party is so appropriate it's almost passé.”

“Alice!” she cried, exasperated.

“There are a few things we need to get in order now, and that's going to take a little time,” she

continued, unfazed. “As long as we're sitting here waiting, we might as well commemorate the good

stuff. You're only going to graduate from high school – for the first time – once. You don't get to be

human again, Bella. This is a once-in-a-lifetime shot.”

I shot a glare in her direction, even though I could hear that no one around us was interested in our

conversation. Most of our classmates had given up long ago trying to figure out the mysteries of the

school's two remaining Cullens. With Bella around, Alice and I had lost our intrigue.

“What few things do we need to get in order?” Bella asked, determined to know everything despite

my continued assurance that we had things under control. The less she worried about, the less my

conscience bothered me for having dragged her into yet another situation she should never have

been a part of.

“Jasper thinks we could use some help,” I explained gently, hiding the concern in my voice of what

would happen if we ended up going into this fight alone. “Tanya's family isn't the only choice we

have. Carlisle's trying to track down a few old friends, and Jasper is looking up Peter and Charlotte.

He's considering talking to Maria... but no one really wants to involve the southerners.”

That's putting it mildly, Alice thought, visibly shaken for a split second before regaining her

composure. For her, it was more than just an aversion to asking for help from a coven so violent in

nature. If Maria were to get involved, Alice would be forced to confront Jasper's past in a way she'd

never had to before. She'd always been grateful that she saw the future rather than the past, deciding

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it was easier not to have a visual to go with the stories she'd long ago accepted. Having a face to go

with Jasper's stories was not something Alice was prepared for.

“It shouldn't be too hard to convince them to help,” I said, hoping between Carlisle's friends and

Peter and Charlotte, we would have more than enough assistance. “Nobody wants a visit from

Italy,” I added quietly, hating the way Bella winced at the word.

“But these friends – they're not going to be... vegetarians, right?” she asked nervously.

“No,” I admitted.

“Here? In Forks?” she asked frantically.

I wanted to assure her that they wouldn't pose a threat to her, that if we explained our unique

situation, they would curb their appetite or, at the least, keep their hunting activities far away. How

could I promise such a thing, though, when all I wanted was to run Bella out of town the moment

they arrived? Of course, I could never leave my family right as the fight was about to begin, could

I? I was instantly bombarded with images of of red-eyed, hungry vampires mere feet away from my

Bella, and I knew that if it meant her protection, I would leave without a second thought. My family

would understand. They would have to.

“They're friends,” Alice said, either sensing my anxiety or seeing what I'd barely begun to plan.

“Everything's going to be fine. Don't worry.” She was speaking to Bella, but her every thought was

directed at me.

Anyone who is willing to fight with us will respect us enough not to hurt Bella. She'll be fine. No one

is getting near her. Edward, we need you with us. You have to understand what advantage we'd be

giving up if you left.

And I did understand. With newborns, Alice's power meant nothing. She wouldn't see anything

because they wouldn't decide anything. They were going to be fighting on pure instinct, but I would

still hear them coming.

“And then, Jasper has to teach us a few courses on newborn elimination...” Alice continued,

sounding somewhat more relaxed when she saw I wasn't going anywhere.

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I smiled, despite my apprehension, caught up for a moment in the thought of learning fighting

tactics from Jasper. I'd been listening to him ever since the day we all realized what we were up

against. His excitement was undeniable. He was anxious to finally put his skills and knowledge to

good use. From his dark past, he could bring us something indispensable, an advantage no one else

could offer. In his mind, it was almost an atonement for the things he could not change and would

always regret.

We were all eager to learn. Everyone, that is, except for Carlisle. My family knew this fight was

going to be difficult for him, but only I truly knew the toll it was taking on him.

I'll do whatever is necessary to protect my family. He recited it over and over in his mind, his own

personal mantra. His constant reminder that, although it went against his very nature, sometimes

violence was the only answer.

“When are you going?” I heard Bella ask, though my attention was, admittedly, elsewhere.

“A week. That ought to give us enough time.”

“You look kind of green, Bella,” Alice said. Focus, Edward. She's a nervous wreck.

I quickly pulled Bella close to me, banishing every thought but those of her. Alice was right, she

needed comfort right now, and I'd been doing a poor job of giving it to her.

“It's going to be fine, Bella. Trust me.”

She sank into me despairingly, until some hidden thought changed her posture.

“You're looking for help,” she said softly, contemplatively. If it weren't for the strange, underlying

knowledge that she was about to suggest something I wouldn't like, I might have laughed. Who

could she have thought of that we hadn't?

“Yes,” Alice hedged, clearly as baffled as me.

“I could help,” she whispered.

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I felt my grip tighten protectively around her. No! It's too soon! My thoughts raged through me, but

thankfully, Alice remained the voice of reason.

Oh, calm down. We wouldn't dare. No good is going to come from throwing another newborn into

the mix.

“That really wouldn't be helpful,” she said gently.

“Why not?” Bella asked stubbornly. “Eight is better than seven. There's more than enough time.”

If she's delusional enough to think she'd be any help to us at all as a four-day-old vampire, then

clearly you haven't done a very good job of preparing her for what's to come, Alice silently

reprimanded. With a pang of guilt, I knew she was right. Everyone kept telling me that the more

prepared Bella was, the easier it would be on her, yet I couldn't bring myself to go into the

excruciating details. Maybe I was still trying to deceive myself – if I didn't talk about her being

changed, then it didn't seem real. Nothing was final until the venom was coursing through her veins.

“There's not enough time to make you helpful, Bella,” Alice continued calmly, saying things I didn't

have the courage to. “Do you remember how Jasper described the young ones? You'd be no good in

a fight. You wouldn't be able to control your instincts, and that would make you an easy target. And

then Edward would get hurt trying to protect you.”

I watched Bella's expression return to frustration as Alice smiled angelically at her.

“Not because you're afraid,” I reminded her softly, happy when she relaxed into me once again.

“Oh,” Alice said, irritation creeping into her tone. “I hate last-minute cancellations. So that puts the

party attendance list down to sixty-five...”

“Sixty-five!” Bella shrieked.

“Who canceled?” I asked, trying to keep the conversation light.

“Renée.”

“What?”

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“She was going to surprise you for your graduation, but something went wrong. You'll have a

message when you get home.”

Bella sighed, her heart rate coming back down as she let herself rest against me again. She was

relieved that Alice had dropped the subject of the party, at least for the day, though I was certain it

was still weighing heavily on her mind. She was quiet an the drive home, but her mood grew

perceptibly lighter when she listened to her mother's voice on the answering machine. It really was

a shame she couldn't make it to the party. It was obvious how much Bella missed her.

When Renée's message ended mid-sentence, Bella sighed.

“Well, that's one.”

“One what?”

“One person I don't have to worry about getting killed this week.”

I rolled my eyes to mask my guilt. Even though she missed her mother, with a countless number of

new vampires possibly visiting town in the very near future, this was the last place Bella wanted

anyone she loved. Once again, I hated myself for inflicting the horrible realities of my world on her.

Because of me, she was afraid of having her own mother come to her graduation.

“Why won't you and Alice take this seriously?” she asked, exasperated. “This is serious.”

“Confidence,” I said with a smile, trying to brighten her mood again.

“Wonderful.” Frustrated, she turned away from me and picked up the phone to call her mother.

It was a welcome break from the stresses of the day, listening to her talk with Renée. Or rather,

listening to Renée talk while Bella occasionally interjected quick words of reassurance that she

wasn't upset about her missing graduation. Every once in awhile, Bella would look up at me

apologetically, but I just smiled and ran my fingers through her hair, secretly loving the way it still

made her heart race.

As I listened, I caught myself wondering what Renée would say if Bella called her one day, telling

her that she and I were engaged. Would she be happy for Bella, or would she warn her not to make

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the same mistake she had, getting married so young? And even if she had her doubts, would she at

least be able to accept me as the man who loves her daughter, someone who will always protect

Bella no matter what? Strangely, it felt nice to worry about something so normal. In this one thing,

at least, I was like every other man who'd contemplated the future with the woman he loves.

When she finally hung up the phone, she didn't waste any time closing the distance between us. She

stretched up toward me until her lips met mine, and I lifted her onto the counter, too eager to be

closer to her. Her arms and legs quickly wrapped around me, and for a few moments, I allowed

myself to simply revel in the warmth of her touch and the feeling of her fingers in my hair. The way

she sighed when she sunk into me made me ache to hold her tighter, which, unfortunately, meant I

needed to do exactly the opposite.

I laughed at her sulky expression as I pulled away, happy that she seemed to never tire of my

embrace. We were talking about eternity, after all, and my greatest hope was that she would always

look at me with the same eyes of never ending love the way I knew I would always look upon her.

I relaxed at her side, putting my arm around her shoulder so she could rest against me. “I know you

think that I have some kind of perfect, unyielding self-control, but that's not actually the case.”

“I wish,” she muttered. Always so ready to push me beyond what is advisable...

It was odd to think that not long ago, my biggest fear was being unable to control my thirst. If

someone had told me that any desire existed more powerful than that one, I wouldn't have believed

them. Lately, however, the burn was second to the all-consuming need to hold her tighter, to never

let go. Knowing her human days were numbered should have granted me patience. Soon, my

strength would no longer threaten her safety. Yet somehow, knowing I had only a short time to

caress her warm skin, breathe in her scent that has always been both pleasure and pain, it was agony

not to let myself revel in every aspect of her humanity without restraint.

My muscles twitched to pull her back into me, let her wrap her arms and legs around me again. So,

with a deep breath to summon my willpower, I changed the subject to a safer topic.

“After school tomorrow, I'm going hunting with Carlisle, Esme, and Rosalie. Just for a few hours –

we'll stay close. Alice, Jasper, and Emmett should be able to keep you safe,” I added, as much for

her assurance as mine. So nervous about leaving Bella's side for even a short time, Carlisle had had

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to remind me the importance of keeping myself strong. It was necessary for the things that were to

come.

“Ugh,” she groaned. “I hate being babysat.”

“It's temporary.”

“Jasper will be bored. Emmett will make fun of me.”

“They'll be on their best behavior.”

“Right.”

I felt guilty and momentarily considered not going away at all. I had spoken with Alice after the last

time I'd left, and made her promise things would be different this time, but of course, there were no

guarantees.

Don't let her sulk the whole time I'm away, I'd pleaded. She loves you, Alice. You can keep her

distracted. You just have to make sure you're acting the part of sister and friend rather than

innkeeper.

I was about to offer to stay when Bella's eyes brightened.

“You know...” she said slowly, “I haven't been to La Push since the bonfire.”

It took every ounce of strength in me to keep my expression neutral. There really wasn't a reason I

could give her not to go. Well, not one that didn't make me sound petty, irrational, and jealous.

“I'd be safe enough there,” she said serenely.

My mind was screaming at me. No. Stay here, with me. I don't need to go, really.

“You're probably right,” I said calmly, hoping my true feelings were disguised. The last thing I

wanted was to get into another argument with her. We'd been down that path too many times. She

was safe in La Push, like she'd said. I had to put my prejudices about the wolves aside.

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She smiled up at me, gently brushing her fingers below my eyes. “Are you thirsty already?” she

asked, scrutinizing my face. It would never cease to amaze me how easily she spoke of my

deplorable thirst, how calm she was discussing the thing I'd once been so afraid to talk to her about.

I should have known that she was always watching for signs of my thirst and that she would

question this particular trip. Bella didn't like to see my eyes get too shadowy, or my irises too black.

She worried about me in ways I'd never deserved, and although it would have been easier to answer,

“yes, I'm thirsty,” because I owed her everything, I could only speak the truth. I didn't show the

usual signs because this hunting trip had a far different purpose.

“Not really,” I said, wishing I could leave it at that, but knowing her inquisitive nature wouldn't let

me. “We want to be as strong as possible. We'll probably hunt again on the way, looking for big

game.”

I'd hesitated to tell her because I assumed it would only worry her to know we were taking extra

precautions. She surprised me again when she simply asked, “That makes you stronger?” I watched

her expression closely for any sign she was putting on a brave front, but there was nothing there

except genuine curiosity.

“Yes,” I answered, when I was sure hearing about our extra hunting plans wouldn't cause her

unnecessary stress. “Human blood makes us the strongest, though only fractionally. Jasper's been

thinking about cheating – adverse as he is to the idea, he's nothing if not practical – but he won't

suggest it. He knows what Carlisle will say.”

Even though I was sure Alice was watching his decisions closely, I'd been listening to his thoughts

as well ever since the idea had first occurred to him. I'd been nervous in the beginning, but I soon

realized that while Jasper felt guilty for even thinking about killing a human, his true reason for not

suggesting it was less about Carlisle's reaction and more about his own fears. He was terrified that if

he tasted human blood again, it would ruin all the progress he'd made during his years with us. He

thrived on the fact that every day he abstained, his memory of the exact flavor, the level of

satisfaction it granted, faded minutely. Changing his diet had been torturous on him, and he was not

willing to go through the withdrawal again.

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I looked at Bella then, having suddenly realized what I'd said. How foolish of me, mentioning that

something so terrible had even occurred to Jasper. Now I'd given her one more thing to worry

about. I was about to apologize, when she surprised me by asking, “Would that help?” My jaw

nearly dropped. Did she have any idea what she was suggesting?

“It doesn't matter,” I said quickly. “We aren't going to change who we are.”

A pained expression flashed across her face, and I quickly moved on, unwilling to let her dwell on

the subject. There was no point. It wasn't something we would ever consider, no matter how many

newborns we were up against.

“That's why they're so strong, of course,” I explained. “The newborns are full of blood – their own

blood, reacting to the change. It lingers in the tissues and strengthens them. Their bodies use it up

slowly, like Jasper said, the strength starting to wane after about a year.”

“How strong will I be?” she asked with a grin. Then, something remarkable occurred. Hearing her

excitement, seeing the light in her eyes, made me excited about what her life would soon be like.

For that one moment, I didn't feel any fear or regret for what she was losing. All I felt was

happiness, and maybe even a touch of pride at Bella's ability to always focus on the positive.

“Stronger than I am,” I answered, barely able to contain my sudden euphoria. I would finally be

able to hold her, kiss her the way I'd always wanted to, the way she deserved. I could shower her

my endless affection without holding back.

“Stronger than Emmett?” she asked, and my grin widened. Bella was going to be extraordinary, and

I couldn't wait to see it.

“Yes,” I promised. “Do me a favor and challenge him to an arm-wrestling match. It would be a

good experience for him.”

She laughed, probably in disbelief, which would make it that much more entertaining when she

crushed him. A moment later, she stepped down off the counter, still smiling and shaking her head,

and insisted that we get to studying. It was the last set of high school exams she would ever take,

and we both wanted her to do well.

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I let my mind wander while she pored over her books, answering any questions she had idly as my

thoughts drifted to the future ahead. Unfortunately, there was one detail that remained missing from

what would be an otherwise perfect vision. Bella still didn't seem any closer to accepting my

proposal... not that I'd actually asked again.

It seemed a paradox that it could be so easy for us to proclaim our love for each other every day, yet

we couldn't discuss marriage. Bella was completely opposed to the idea, making it very difficult for

me to plan a proper proposal. Yet I knew the time was running short. If she wanted me to be the one

to change her – and truth be told, I wanted to be the one as well – then she needed to get over her

fears the way I'd slowly learned to push aside my trepidation about her giving up her mortality.

“Do you mind if I give Jacob a call?” she asked, pushing her Calculus book aside. “I should make

sure it's all right for me to come over tomorrow.”

I was positive it would be more than alright with him, but I smiled and nodded anyway. She kept

the conversation short, and I waited patiently, passing the time by running my fingers through her

silky hair again. Of course Jacob was thrilled he would be spending the day with Bella.

“So he's letting you off house arrest, is he?” he asked. Bella blushed, turning her gaze away from

me.

“Leave it alone, Jake,” she said quietly. “Just tell me what time I can come over.”

“You can come yesterday, as far as I'm concerned,” he teased. “You know you're always welcome.

School's out for us, anyway, so come as soon as you can.”

“Okay, I'll be over right after school.”

Bella smiled at me as she hung up the phone and motioned to her text books.

“Shall we?” she said, obviously not wanting to talk about Jacob or La Push, which was fine with

me. The less I thought about it, the less crazy I would make myself.

The next day at school, I listened to the thoughts of Bella's classmates, as well as a few of her

teachers. Being that they were senior year finals, and really had no effect on what anyone was doing

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after high school, it didn't surprise me to find that Bella was far more prepared than the rest of her

graduating class.

When our final class was over, the reality of where I was leaving her during my brief time away set

in. I forced a smile onto my face, remembering that she was, in fact, well protected by the wolves.

Beyond Jacob's obnoxious affection toward her, the rest of pack seemed to care about her too,

although they all thought she was a lunatic for keeping company with vampires.

“Would you like to spend a couple of hours together before I leave, or should I drop you off right

away?”

She rolled her eyes and let out a deep sigh. I knew it made her feel like a child, being escorted to the

boundary line, and perhaps I was being selfish, but I wanted to spend as long with her as I could.

Besides, it was reassuring, if not somewhat annoying, to listen to Jacob's thoughts when he picked

her up. He was almost as preoccupied with her safety as I was.

“I guess we might as well go now,” she said dejectedly. “The sooner you leave, the sooner you can

come home, right?”

I put my arm around her and kissed the top of her head. I knew she was looking forward to visiting

Jacob, and maybe it had only been for my benefit, but those few simple words had changed my

whole outlook on the day.

She called Jacob to let him know we were on our way, her fingers entwined with mine as she spoke.

I drove slower than usual, wanting to hang on just a little bit longer. I was glad today's hunting trip

would be a short one.

“So how do you feel you did on your exams?” I asked, gently tracing the back of her hand and

staring into her eyes. I was glad it no longer bothered her that I seldom watched the road while I

drove.

“History was easy, but I don't know about the Calculus. It seemed like it was making sense, so that

probably means I failed.”

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I laughed. If she had any idea... Her teacher had purposely made the test easier than normal, having

expected a low amount of preparation and concentration from his students. “I'm sure you did fine.

Or, if you're really worried, I could bribe Mr. Varner to give you an A.”

She smiled nervously, probably wondering whether or not I was serious. “Er, thanks, but no

thanks.”

I was enjoying the lighthearted conversation. It felt like forever since we'd talked about such

mundane things. With everything going on, it was nice for once not to be discussing the newborns,

or Victoria, or the Volturi. Unfortunately, our peaceful moment together was quickly coming to an

end.

I'll just tell her. That's all I can do. I mean, I have to, right? Would never forgive myself if I let her

turn herself into a disgusting bloodsucker without knowing she had another option. A better option.

I saw Jacob before he saw us, and I couldn't hide the scowl on my face as I noticed the

determination of his thoughts was mirrored in his expression. He was drumming his fingers

nervously on the steering wheel, but nothing was going to stop him from telling Bella how he felt.

Honestly, I was surprised it had taken him this long. Her approaching graduation date must be

looming over his head every bit as much as it was mine.

“What's wrong?” Bella asked, noticing my expression.

“Nothing,” I said quietly.

Think of Charlie, think of your friends. With me, you wouldn't have to give up anything. I love you,

Bella! Choose me!

“You're not listening to Jacob, are you?” Bella asked disapprovingly.

“It's not easy to ignore someone when he's shouting.”

“Oh.”

Jacob's rant ended abruptly when he noticed us, though of course he knew I'd heard him.

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So, you up for a little competition, leech? Or are you gonna turn the car around and hold her

hostage again? I bit back a growl.

“What's he shouting?” Bella asked.

“I'm absolutely certain he'll mention it himself.”

Just then, Jacob honked his horn impatiently.

“That's impolite,” I said, foot twitching above the gas pedal. I didn't really need to go hunting today.

“That's Jacob,” Bella muttered, getting out of the car before I could change my mind about leaving

her there.

I'll give you a call when she wants to come home. Or should I say, if she wants to come home, he

added with a smirk.

I glared at him as Bella got into the car, my short trip suddenly feeling much longer. Then again,

when I'd planned it, I didn't realize that while I was away, Jacob was going to be declaring his love

to my Bella.

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Wager – EPOV

If you're just going to sit there all distracted, you should have stayed home. I snapped myself out of

my current train of thought – one that was, unfortunately, focused on the profession of love Jacob

was probably uttering to Bella at that very moment – only to find Emmett glaring at me.

"I thought we'd all decided this trip was necessary," I argued. If it hadn't been, I would have stayed

home, and Bella would be withme right now instead of with that filthy, mangy...

You know I'm not worried about the fight, Emmett grinned. I'm just here for the extra meal. I rolled

my eyes, but a smile crept onto my face. No matter what lay ahead, Emmett could always eat.

"You might not be, but Carlisle certainly is," I said quietly. As much as I hated to admit it, and

although I would always remain the picture of confidence around Bella, I was concerned as well.

Yeah, well he worries too much.

"That may be true, but is it possible you don't worry quite enough?"

Highly unlikely.

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I sighed. "I know you think we're strong enough to fight off an army of unknown numbers and

strength, and I hope you're right, but what if we aren't ready for them? What if something happens

to one of us? To Rose?"

His smile didn't waver for a moment, but I could hear the brief flash of panic in his mind. He could

put on a brave front all he wanted, act casual and aloof morning til night, but I knew Rosalie was his

world. Emmett had given me a hard time about my pleas to the Volturi, called me over-dramatic,

but if something took Rose away from him, he'd be on the next plane to Italy himself.

"Doesn't matter," he said aloud, trying to shake off his brief flicker of doubt. "There's nothing we

can't handle."

"Let's go," Jasper shouted, stopping me before I could argue any further. "There's a herd of elk

about a mile off. Race you?"

"That's what I'm here for," Emmett said with a smirk as he took off running.

Normally, I would have followed after my brothers, passing them up in no time, but Emmett had

been right. I was far too distracted, and decided it was best to keep to myself. Since Bella was

spending the day in La Push, everyone except for Rose, who was keeping an eye on Charlie, had

come along. Carlisle and Esme were spending most of the trip by themselves. Esme was Carlisle's

sanctuary, his safe harbor, and with all he'd been worrying about lately, he needed her comfort more

than ever.

Alice was, as usual, already a few steps ahead of Jasper, which left me alone with nothing but the

noise of my own thoughts. At the moment, my thoughts were focused on one thing only, and they

happened to be screaming it rather loudly.

Jacob is telling Bella he loves her! I wanted to believe it wouldn't matter, that her heart would still

be mine, but I'd be a fool to think it wouldn't have at least some affect on her.

I saw the way she looked at him, how her eyes lit up when she saw him waiting at the border for

her. I knew how miserable she'd been when they weren't spending any time together, and how upset

she'd been with me for trying to keep them apart. Worst of all, I heard his name slip from her lips

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from time to time when she was sleeping. He was in her life and in her dreams – and after today,

she would know exactly how he felt about her.

Not that I didn't think she already knew, to some extent. The boy was about as subtle as a flashing

neon sign. Still, it was different to think someone's in love with you, and an entirely different thing

to actually hear it.

So, why aren't you with Em and Jazz? They're playing a little game of who can bring down the

biggest elk. I thought you'd want to join them. Alice was standing next to me, smiling, and I

struggled to shift my attention to her.

"Are they now?" I said, attempting a smile. "And you didn't want to join them?"

"You know how much I hate playing games if I know I'm not going to win."

"Right, I forgot."

Her brow pulled together in concern. What's up with you today? she thought, sitting down next to

me.

"As if you don't already know," I muttered. She pursed her lips as irritation flickered across her

face, and I realized that what was bothering me was something beyond her sight. "Oh," I said

apologetically. "I guess you wouldn't have seen this one coming."

"The mutt?" she asked, frustrated.

"Who else?" I sighed. "I mean, it's not like I blame him. I'd fight for her, too. I have fought for her. I

just... I can't stand the thought of him pledging his love to her, begging her to chose him instead."

"Ah. Your sulking makes a bit more sense now. And here I thought you were just missing her and

worrying like usual."

"For once, I wish it was only that."

"Edward?" she said slowly, pausing until my eyes met hers. "You do realize you have absolutely

nothing to worry about, right?"

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I took a deep breath. It was hard to admit it out loud. "I'm not so sure."

"Oh, come on," she scoffed, all traces of seriousness vanished. "After all this time, after everything

you two have been through... when she's on the brink of getting exactly what she's been wanting

from the very start, now you doubt her? I may not be able to see her reaction to that mangy hairball,

but I can guess with a fair amount of confidence that it won't end well for him."

I laughed along with her, hopeful for a brief moment before my insecurities had time to resurface.

"I'd like to think so, and most of the time I have complete faith in her feelings for me, but Alice, I

left her. The whole time I was away, Jacob was there for her. She loves him, I know she does.

Sometimes she talks about him in her sleep. She misses him, worries about him, wants him to be

happy."

"But she chose you. She's chosen you time and again. Yes, you left, but when you came back, how

long did it take for her to forgive you?"

"She gave me forgiveness I didn't deserve."

"No arguments there."

I rolled my eyes. Alice had always believed in Bella's love for me, long before even I had. Truly, I

wanted nothing more than to accept her assurances, and put my fears out of my mind for the

remainder of the trip. It was impossible, though, as I replayed the words I knew Jacob was speaking

to Bella at any moment.

"What makes this all so much worse is that there was a time when I might have said Jacob was a

better fit for Bella." I was staring at the ground, speaking more to myself than to Alice. "Before he

changed, if he was just a kid in love – if he was safe for her, a part of me might have wanted her to

pick him. I'd do anything to protect her, even watch her love someone else. But he's no better for

her than I am. He and his pack are a threat to her safety – even if he is considerably more in control

than I fathomed possible."

I laughed under my breath and Alice raised an eyebrow at me.

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"It's actually rather ironic," I continued. "The fact that he's adapted so well to his new lifestyle, the

amount of control he has over his transformations... it's the only reason I can stand to let her be with

him. And I'm pretty sure a lot of that control stems from his feelings for her. He can't bear to think

he might be a danger to her, so he works that much harder to make sure he isn't. As much as it pains

me to say it, I know how much he loves her. Where Bella's safety is concerned, I trust him. I

despise him, but I trust him."

"And right now, he's confessing his feelings, and asking Bella to chose him over you."

"It's nothing that I don't deserve."

"Maybe," she said, then smiled kindly and took my hand. "But isn't that the nature of love? It's

undeserved. That's what makes it such a gift." Alice stood up then, her eyes daring me to question

her logic. "Now, the sooner you finish hunting, the sooner you can get back to Bella. I'm sure she'll

be anxious to tell you all about her amusing trip to La Push."

I wasn't as certain as Alice seemed to be that Bella would want to talk about what happened, but I

knew in that moment how necessary it was. Assuming Bella turned Jacob down – which, for my

sanity, I had to believe – I wanted her to know that I understood if his confession had made her

question her options. She had to know I wasn't upset with her, that honestly, I would expect nothing

less. The important thing was that she knew what her heart wanted. As long as I was still who she

wished to spend forever with, we could put everything else behind us.

Alice hunted with me over the next hour. I tried to concentrate, but my focus simply wasn't there.

When I couldn't stand it any longer, I asked if Bella was home yet.

She scowled at me. "Well, I haven't seen anything, so I would assume not. Relax, okay? Remember

why you came today in the first place."

"I haven't forgotten. But if the point was to prepare me for the fight, in whatever way possible, then

I think it's time I headed home. I'm strong in all the ways Carlisle intended by insisting on this trip.

My mind is what I have to prepare now – and it's not doing me one bit of good being away from

her."

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Frustrated that her positive words hadn't seemed to do much good, her thoughts launched into a

steady stream of insults. After a few moments, though, her silent tirade ended in something that

resembled acceptance, and really, that was all I could ask for.

"You'll tell the others?" I hedged. "I mean, you'll make them understand why I had to leave?"

"Consider it done. I've already seen their reactions. Em and Jazz aren't going to let this one go

easily. Carlisle, however, will smile and make some offhanded comment about the whims of young

love."

"Thanks," I breathed.

"What kind of a sister would I be if I wasn't willing to make excuses for my pathetic, love-sick

brother?"

With one last nod of understanding, Alice waved me away. "Go. Wait at the line like I know you

want to."

"Thanks," I repeated, already running

I'd noticed Bella had forgotten to take her phone with her, so I was expecting to get a call from

Jacob at some point. Although I knew it was possible he would simply drive her home himself, I

was letting myself hope she would prefer I picked her up. I wanted to think all his confession would

do would be to create an awkwardness between them that Bella would be anxious to get away from.

I knew it would show far greater patience and sensibility to wait for her call at home, but as soon as

my car was in sight, I knew sensibility wasn't going to win this time. I was inside the Volvo, engine

revving, as I clutched my cell phone expectantly. I'd barely pulled out of the driveway when it rang.

"Bella?" I answered immediately. "You left the phone... I'm sorry, did Jacob drive you home?"

"Yes," she muttered, irritation saturating her voice. That was definitely a good sign. "Will you come

and get me, please?"

"I'm on my way." My brief moment of excitement over my perceived victory quickly dissipated

when I realized there was more to the edge in her voice than just frustration. There wasn't even a

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hint of the awkwardness I'd allowed myself to hope for, and her request for me to pick her up

sounded more pleading than I could have imagined. "What's wrong?" I asked nervously.

"I want Carlisle to look at my hand. I think it's broken."

On another day, under different circumstances, I might have lovingly chided her on being more

careful. Somehow, though, I could hear that this injury wasn't the product of Bella's usual

carelessness. When she fell or bumped into something, there was always an air of casual

indifference in her voice. A day in the life, so to speak.

Not today. Today, her voice was ice cold.

"What happened?" I asked, my knuckles clenching as I imagined all the ways that filthy beast could

have harmed her.

"I punched Jacob," she said dryly, offering no further explanation. Not that I needed one. Whatever

her reason, I was sure he deserved it. Considering the events that had most surely unfolded, I could

say with confidence that punching Jacob was a wise choice, and I was proud of her for acting so

prudently.

"Good," I assured her. "Though I'm sorry you're hurt."

She laughed quietly, then sighed. "I wish I'd hurt him. I didn't do any damage at all."

"I can fix that," I said lightly, sure she was joking and trying to play along.

"I was hoping you would say that." There was absolutely no trace of humor in her voice. I was so

stunned that, for a moment, my foot let off the gas. Since when did Bella grant me permission to

harm her best friend?

"That doesn't sound like you," I said gently. Although I couldn't entirely explain the feeling, I was

almost afraid to ask the next question. "What did he do?"

"He kissed me," she said without hesitation, her tone biting. If there were still blood in my veins, it

would have been boiling to the point of explosion. It felt as if acid were rising in my throat, a burn

completely different than the familiar pain of thirst. As if of its own volition, the engine raced and

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charged forward, my hands gripping the wheel as my foot pressed to the floor, urging it to go faster

than it already was.

The only thing keeping me from jumping out of my own skin at that moment, was the knowledge

that Bella was upset with Jacob, and had called me. Obviously, the kiss had been entirely one sided.

However, that also meant it had been against Bella's will, which only made me more furious.

"Is the dog still there?" I asked. I thought I'd heard he and Charlie speaking in the background, but

how could Charlie have allowed him to stay after what he'd done?

"Yes," she answered, and my rage spiked. Jacob had kissed Bella without her permission. Why was

he still in their home? Why was he still standing?

"I'm around the corner," I told her. As my car came to a screeching halt outside her house, I had

every intention of fulfilling Bella's wishes and finishing what she had started. It took every ounce of

strength within me, but I waited outside while she informed Charlie her hand was swelling. My fists

clenched, almost painfully with the effort it was taking to restrain myself from breaking the door

down... and then breaking Jacob.

Yet, when she opened the door, the moment I saw her kind eyes – no fury, only love for me – I

knew taking care of her was the only thing I needed to worry about. Dealing with Jacob could wait.

"Let me see," I said softly, lifting her hand with more care than I'd ever taken with her, fragile as

she'd always been. It was the first time I was grateful for my icy skin. I could see the relief on her

face as I touched it softly. There was a fair amount of swelling, and I could already feel a bruise

forming below the surface.

"I think you're right about the break. I'm proud of you. You must have put some force behind this."

"As much as I have. Not enough, apparently," she added sulkily.

I kissed her hand lightly, letting my cool breath wash over her injury. I wanted to take all her pain

away, and as I looked into her eyes, I felt a flash of excitement that soon, she would not be so

delicate. When she was changed, she could punch that mongrel properly. In the meantime,

however...

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"I'll take care of it," I said with a slight smile, calling, "Jacob."

If he'd had a thought in his thick skull up to that point, I hadn't heard it. My every sense was focused

on Bella. Now, though, she was watching me expectantly, and Jacob's stare was boring into me.

"Now, now," Charlie warned.

Yeah, leech. What are you gonna do to me with Charlie here? Not so tough when Chief Swan is

watching, are you?

"I don't want any fighting, do you understand?" Charlie said, glaring at me as Jacob grinned. "I can

go put my badge on it that makes my request more official."

I felt Bella sigh at my side, whether from disappointment or embarrassment I wasn't sure.

"That won't be necessary," I said calmly. Bella, however, was not calm. I heard her heart start

racing.

"Why don't you arrest me, Dad?" she snapped. "I'm the one throwing punches."

Charlie nearly laughed, and I suddenly remembered how irritating the whole situation was. Why

was he still acting like I was the bad guy? I should have been standing in line behind Charlie to

make Jacob suffer for his actions.

"Do you want me to press charges, Jake?" he asked sarcastically.

"No," Jacob said, grinning. "I'll take the trade any day." Not like it hurt, anyway. And even if it had,

I still have the memory of Bella's sweet lips on mine to take the pain away.

I cringed, silently reminding myself the importance of restraint, composure. Pummeling Jacob

wouldn't solve anything. Except that it would make Bella feel better... and I'd never wanted to wipe

the smirk off his face more than at that second.

"Dad, don't you have a baseball bat somewhere in your room? I want to borrow it for a minute,"

Bella said, snapping me out of what was likely a very dangerous train of thought.

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"Enough, Bella," Charlie said with a tone of authority that really would have been better directed at

Jacob. Did he honestly think him such a great person that his actions deserved no consequences?

What would he think if he knew Jacob spent the majority of his time these days running around on

all fours, hunting vampires, and sharing thoughts with the rest of the Quileute boys?

I felt Bella's anger escalating next to me, her body temperature rising as her glare shirted between

Charlie and Jacob.

"Let's go have Carlisle look at your hand before you wind up in a jail cell," I said calmly, pulling

her closer.

"Fine," she mumbled, sinking into my embrace and effectively silencing my lingering thoughts of

revenge.

Jacob's mind was babbling insults, and Charlie's was his usual dizzying medley of conflicting

thoughts. I still couldn't understand his nonchalance about Jacob. Where was the over-protective

father figure I knew him to be? Then, I heard it; a shift in the tenor of his thoughts. It happened

when he saw the way I has holding onto Bella, gently guiding her through the door and down the

stairs. Something registered, if only for a moment, and I could hear that he understood. I was Bella's

protector. I was taking every precaution, bound and determined not to let anything hurt her more

than she already was – and Jacob was just standing there with a sly grin on his face.

Charlie glanced at Jacob, a flicker of irritation passing over him, followed by an uncharacteristic

wave of guilt. Had he been defending the wrong person? As quickly as it had entered his mind,

however, it disappeared. Too long had he been fighting for Jacob, standing up for the boy he

deemed worthy to date his daughter.

Bella and I were already outside when Jacob finally managed to pull his thoughts together and form

a coherent sentence. He was walking toward us while Charlie warned him not to.

You're seriously just going to walk away? Aw, I was looking forward to this. Can't show your

strength in front of Charlie... you'd have to pretend you weren't a freak for a few minutes. It would

have been a welcome change.

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I couldn't show my strength, but Jacob couldn't phase. I would have him out of sight before

Charlie's eyes could focus on the scene before him. As furious as Bella was, however, I knew it

wasn't what she really wanted. I kept walking, tightening my grip on Bella just slightly to stop

myself from doing something she would regret. I helped her into the car, making sure she was

comfortable before turning to Jacob.

"I'm not going to kill you now, because it would upset Bella," I said calmly.

"Hmph," she sighed dejectedly. I smiled at her, wondering if she knew how happy that small sound

had made me.

"It would bother you in the morning," I assured her, touching her cheek, thrilled by her smile and

the heat in her skin beneath my fingers. Jacob was trying to keep his thoughts from me, but from

what I heard, that exchange hurt him more than anything else she'd said. I turned back to Jacob, his

expression seething.

"But if you ever bring her back damaged again – and I don't care whose fault it is; I don't care if she

merely trips, or if a meteor falls out of the sky and hits her in the head – if you return her to me in

less than the perfect condition that I left her in, you will be running with three legs. Do you

understand that, mongrel?"

Jacob rolled his eyes but I could hear a trace of fear as he processed my words. He knew I could

break him like a twig, and without Bella urging me not to, I had no reason to keep my impulses in

check.

"Who's going back?" Bella murmured from the car.

Though I wished I could turn and smile at her again, I didn't want to break eye contact with Jacob.

He needed to know that I was absolutely serious.

"And if you ever kiss her again, I will break your jaw for her."

Wow, jealous much? Can't handle a little competition? His cockiness had returned, but I could hear

every thought as it jumped through his mind. He was afraid – not just of me, but that he might have

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actually lost Bella over his juvenile stunt. I saw it; the moment he kissed her and the thing he

himself didn't want to admit – Bella hadn't reciprocated the kiss, even for an instant.

"What if she wants me to?" he asked. Please want me to, Bella.

"Hah!" she laughed. Jacob kept his gaze fixed on me. He couldn't stand to look at Bella furious with

him any longer.

"If that's what she wants, then I won't object," I assured him. "You might want to wait for her to say

it, rather than trust your interpretation of body language – but it's your face."

Jacob smiled as he imagined Bella running up to his house. The door opened and she flew into his

arms, kissing him the way he wished she had today. As if Bella could see his delusion as clearly as I

had, she muttered, "You wish."

"Yes, he does," I said softly, feeling a brief moment of pity for him. I could only imagine the pain

of loving Bella without having her love in return.

The image he longed for so deeply vanished, and he focused his glare on me once more. "Well, if

you're done rummaging through my head, why don't you go take care of her hand?" You may have

her now, but forever is a long time. As soon as she figures that out, you might not look like such a

prize.

So, Jacob was banking on Bella getting bored with me. I suppose it was something to be considered.

He was right, after all. Forever is a long time. Eternity was a hard enough concept for me and my

family to comprehend, and we'd had countless years to ponder it. Bella was only human. I'd

wondered many times if she really knew what she was asking for.

Still, I had promised I would stop trying to make her choices for her – and she had chosen me. Me,

my family, this life. She'd made up her mind, and if I let myself be truly honest, I'd grown rather

used to the idea. Bella was mine, now and forever. I wasn't about to let her go.

"One more thing," I said, looking straight at Jacob. "I'll be fighting for her, too. You should know

that. I'm not taking anything for granted, and I'll be fighting twice as hard as you will."

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"Good," he said, unshaken. "It's no fun beating someone who forfeits." Then, he sent another slew

of sought after images toward me, some less than decent, and smiled casually as I cringed.

"She is mine," I growled. "I didn't say I would fight fair."

"Neither did I."

"Best of luck."

His smile widened, and he nodded slightly. Filthy leech... Bella will come to her senses soon

enough. "Yes, may the best man win."

It never ceased to amaze me how easily Jacob could forget his own abnormality. Was a wolf really

so much better than a vampire?

"That sounds about right... pup," I said, happy when I saw a favorite image of he and Bella tainted

by the thought of him phasing before her eyes. Even in his mind, she disappeared as he ran off after

his pack.

Trying his best to smile through the pain only I knew he was feeling, Jacob turned to Bella. "I hope

your hand feels better soon. I'm really sorry you're hurt."

Bella didn't respond. She wouldn't even look at him. I'm an idiot, he thought, his eyes glazing over.

Yes. But loves turns us all into fools. I knew that better than most.

Jacob was already gone by the time I reached the car. "How do you feel?" I asked her.

"Irritated."

"I meant your hand," I laughed.

"I've had worse," she shrugged. That was putting it mildly. I felt a stab of pain as I remembered the

far worse injuries she'd sustained at the hands of James. All because of me.

"True,"I said quietly, trying to push away my guilt.

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I'm not sure whether I was more relieved or concerned that Bella didn't seem to want to talk about

the day's events. I'd seen the highlights through the medium of Jacob's thoughts, but it occurred to

me about halfway home that I still didn't know how she'd responded to his confession of love. I

assumed it had happened in the moments before his unbidden kiss. Had it been a last, desperate

attempt, or had Bella given him reason to think she wanted him to kiss her?

The curiosity was eating away at me, but I didn't want to say anything to upset Bella more than she

already was. When he arrived home, Emmett was helping Rose work on the Jeep – well, not so

much helping as holding it up while she did all the work. It was a good thing he didn't seem to have

any self-esteem issues, since Rose was better than him at basically everything.

Well, this oughta be good, Emmett thought, watching as I carefully helped Bella out of the car. I

glared at him, silently begging him to drop it, but Emmett couldn't be stopped.

"Fall down again, Bella?"

Bella's glare put mine to shame. "No, Emmett. I punched a werewolf in the face."

He was startled for a moment, trying to figure out if she was serious. Then, he burst into a fit of

laughter.

Well, what do you know? The girl's got a spine after all, Rose thought, still under the car. "Jasper's

going to win the bet," she said. I could tell she was grinning.

Emmett's laughter stopped. No. Just because she's got a bit of a temper doesn't mean she's going to

go all homicidal.

"What bet?" Bella asked, her brow pulling together as she watched Emmett.

"Let's get you to Carlisle," I said, hoping futilely to distract her. I faced Emmett, my eyes fierce, a

growl too low for Bella to hear rumbling in my chest as I shook my head at him. Not now. Please.

"What bet?" she repeated, turning toward me.

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"Thanks, Rosalie," I snarled under my breath, still trying to move Bella into the house. I knew I'd

have to tell her, but maybe it could at least wait until we were inside with Carlisle. She would be

upset, and there was no one better than Carlisle to talk to her about this particular issue.

"Edward..." she continued. I sighed, attempting to stall a little longer.

"It's infantile," I started. "Emmett and Jasper like to gamble."

"Emmett will tell me," she said, struggling to look back at him.

I held her tightly as I chose my words carefully. "They're betting on how many times you... slip up

in the first year."

"Oh," she breathed quietly. It took a few seconds for the full weight of what I was saying to set in,

but then I felt her shiver. "They have a bet about how many people I'll kill?"

"Yes," I sighed. "Rosalie thinks your temper will turn the odds in Jasper's favor." Where was

Carlisle when I needed him? His personal success would remind her that slipping up wasn't

necessarily a guarantee. I refused to get involved in their childish bet, but if I had, my money would

be on a perfect scorecard for her. I would watch her, help her. I could keep her out of temptation's

way.

She was still watching me, horrified. "Jasper's betting high."

"It will make him feel better if you have a hard time adjusting. He's tired of being the weakest link,"

I said, trying to take the focus off of her.

"Sure. Of course it will. I guess I could throw in a few extra homicides, if it makes Jasper happy.

Why not?" Her tone was flat, but I could hear the hysteria that was bubbling right under the surface.

She would be hyperventilating in a a few moments if I couldn't get her mind off of it.

"You don't need to worry about it now," I said, hugging her tightly to me. "In fact, you don't have to

worry about it ever, if you don't want to."

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Bella made a pained sound and I realized that in my panic, I had forgotten about her injured hand. I

quickly hurried her into the house, where Carlisle was already waiting. Alice was standing beside

him, an extremely prideful expression on her face as she looked at Bella.

I couldn't see it until you two were alone, she thought, beaming at me. Told you you didn't have

anything to worry about. Sure wish I could have seen that punch, though. The look on Jacob's face

must have been priceless.

I smiled back, more than a little proud myself, then walked with Bella into Carlisle's office. He had

everything he needed to examine her hand there. I would never admit it, and I hoped it never

occurred to her, but before Bella, Carlisle had never kept many medical supplies on hand – just a

few things for when he brought his work home with him. There had never been any need. Now, his

office was practically a second hospital.

"It's a very small fracture, and it should heal fairly quickly," Carlisle told her. "I'd still like to put a

cast on, but if you're strongly opposed, a brace should be sufficient. If you promise to keep it on all

the time, that is."

"I promise," she said, blushing, then muttered, "Can't believe I'm the one in the stupid brace..." I had

a feeling her embarrassment was starting to outweigh the physical pain.

As Carlisle carefully secured the brace to her hand, a strange expression crossed Bella's face. I

worried that she was hurting and offered to get her a pain reliever, but she shook her head and

assured me she was all right. I looked to Carlisle, and he shrugged his shoulders unobtrusively.

She doesn't appear to be in much pain. She's able to hold her hand fairly steady and her pulse

hasn't increased as I've added pressure. She's fine, Edward. She's just had a long day.

I watched him for several minutes, the way he meticulously cared for her injury. After all these

years, helping people was still his greatest joy in life. A hint of a smile tugged at his lips as he

finished.

"There," he said softly. "You'll be as good as new in no time."

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I looked back at Bella, expecting her to be watching Carlisle the way I had been, but her gaze was

fixed on me. She muttered a quiet "thank you" to Carlisle, but her attention was clearly elsewhere.

She was staring at me with a strange longing I'd never seen before. It seemed Carlisle felt the

tension in the air as well, because he disappeared without another word.

"Bella?" I asked, suddenly nervous. "Do you want me to take you home?"

She shook her head, eyes never leaving mine. I took two steps, closing the distance between us, and

hugged her gently. When I went to pull away, she muttered, "no," almost silently, and pressed

herself to me, holding on even tighter than usual. Silently, with her uninjured hand, she took hold of

mine, and pulled me toward my room.

I didn't ask what was bothering her. We didn't say another word the rest of the evening. We simply

held each other – and I was left wondering what secret thoughts she was hiding, and what I could do

to take that look of unknown sadness from her eyes.

Epoch – EPOV

I'd never been able to read Bella as well as I wanted to, although I'd like to think I've gotten better at

it as we've spent more time together. The days following my mandatory hunting trip, however,

made me feel blind and helpless. I couldn't even begin to guess what was going through her mind.

All I knew was that she was looking at me with a strange new kind of longing that was somehow

both flattering and unsettling. I hoped to discover some clue through Alice, but she either didn't

know what was going on, or was getting exceptionally good at blocking me.

"You worry too much, Edward," she trilled on her way out to buy Bella's graduation outfit.

Apparently, all the things Bella had been considering wearing were "unacceptable options."

Alice had informed me that I was not allowed to come along for the outfit unveiling, telling me it

was more fun to let it be a surprise, which left me with an afternoon of stewing. Carlisle came

downstairs to find me pacing, and gently placed a hand on my shoulder.

"We're all going to be fine," he said softly, misreading my concerned expression.

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"I know," I assured him. It was a little surprising to realize that I genuinely meant it. Oddly enough,

the upcoming battle was the last thing on my mind. I'd been so preoccupied with figuring out who'd

been in Bella's room, not to mention counting the days until graduation. How long after that fateful

day would she want to be changed? Would she grant me a few months, or weeks, or would she

insist it happen immediately? We'd discussed waiting until after she'd supposedly started college,

the infamous cover story to appease Charlie, but nothing had been set in stone. Now, with her things

being taken by an unknown vampire, and an army of newborns ready to attack, I was certain she

was more anxious than ever.

Of course, the timing wasn't the only thing on my mind. I'd spent a lot of time lately thinking about

our ridiculous bargain. More specifically, I was thinking about whether or not Bella was thinking

about it. Not long ago, we'd spoken so openly with each other about the whole arrangement. I

understood her side, or at least I was trying to – these days eighteen and married didn't often go

together. Yet, somehow, it seemed she was beginning to understand where I was coming from, and

why it was so important to me. Soon, she would be a part of my world, timeless, ageless... She was

already giving me forever, what reason was there not to promise eternity as my wife?

Edward? Carlisle was looking at me, perplexed. I had frozen in place, my eyes focused on nothing

in particular.

"I'm sorry, I just have a lot of my mind."

"With good reason. But if you're truly not worried about what we're about to face with the

newborns, then what could possibly be highest on your list of concerns?"

I looked at him, almost embarrassed to say it. In the grand scheme of things, surely there were more

pressing matters.

"You know you can always talk to me about anything, right?"

"You've always been very kind and understanding, Carlisle. And I've always been honest with you,

about every fear, every dark moment of my life. You helped me when I didn't know whether I was

strong enough to be with Bella. You encouraged me, trusted me, and then you welcomed her in like

a daughter. It shouldn't be difficult to talk to you now, yet I'm finding it hard to even form the

words."

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"You're worried about her transformation."

"Of course I am, but because I made that absurd bargain, there's so much more to it than that. I'm

constantly on edge, wondering if she's going to accept my proposal or not. If she doesn't, that means

she's starting her new life still afraid of marrying me, and I'm having a hard time making sense of

that. If she agrees to it, though, then I'm faced with the seemingly impossible task of changing her

myself. How could I have promised such a thing, Carlisle? I don't know whether or not I'm strong

enough to do that!"

"You are strong enough. You've tasted her blood before, under far more dire circumstances than

what you'll face should you be in that position once more. When you saved her life, it was a split

second decision. You weren't given time first to prepare yourself, which is a luxury you will now

have. You two will have to discuss this, of course, but if you wish, I can be present. Perhaps

Emmett as well, ready to stop you if it becomes too much. We won't let you hurt her, I can promise

you that. Not that I think you're capable of it, anyway."

"Thank you. You've always had more faith in me than I deserve. I want to believe you. I need to

believe you. We've just come so far, Carlisle, and now I don't know what to do next."

The strangest smile crept onto his face and I could hear a brief flicker of a conversation with Alice

before he stopped his thoughts in their tracks. I raised one eyebrow in question and he laughed.

"It's not my place to say, but suffice it to say, Alice doesn't think you have anything to worry

about."

"Are you really choosing now to be cryptic?" I asked, trying not to be irritated. His smile only

widened.

"You're not the only one who's had a lot on their mind lately. Try to be patient with Bella, and let

her sort things out for herself. This is the biggest decision she will ever make, and you want her to

be completely certain."

I wasn't sure if he was talking about her transformation, or marriage, or something else entirely, but

I suddenly felt even more in the dark than I had before. I sighed, frustrated, and Carlisle's

expression shifted.

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"You two will sort things out," he said in his kind, fatherly tone. "Right now, however, I believe

you have another graduation to attend. What number is this now?"

"Please don't remind me."

"All right. Remember, though, this is the first time for Bella, and you don't want her to be late."

"So, do you think that maybe after Bella is changed, we can hold off on starting the whole high

school charade again? I really do think she'd enjoy college."

His eyes went somber and I heard what he wouldn't say out loud. It would be some time before

Bella would be ready to be anywhere near students, high school or college. His face softened again

quickly, and he smiled his warmest, most reassuring smile.

"You'll watch over her. You won't let her do anything she will spend forever regretting. Then, when

she's ready, you can help her get the finest college education she could ever dream of."

I forced a smile, then ran upstairs to get ready. If it was possible for me to feel my age, I would

have felt it as I stared at the row of graduation attire tucked away at the back of my closet. What

colors were the Forks High gowns? Blue? Yellow? Had I really been paying so little attention?

With a roll of my eyes, I grabbed both colors and headed down to my car.

When I arrived, Bella looked radiant but nervous. There was still a hint of whatever baffling

emotion had been plaguing her these past few days. She was showing an obvious anxiety about the

upcoming event, but her pulse slowed and her posture relaxed as soon as I took her in my arms. She

smiled up at me warmly as I surrounded myself with her luscious scent and held her close. When

she reluctantly pulled away, I took a moment to really look at her. Alice had outdone herself again.

She knew I loved Bella in blue, a lovely compliment to her chocolate brown hair, and her eyes were

deeper than ever as she stared up at me.

I was whispering to Bella how lovely she was when Charlie cleared his throat and signaled that it

was time for us to leave. I had expected Alice to be waiting at the house, anxious to show off Bella's

new ensemble, but apparently she'd left a few minutes before I'd arrived, explaining that she would

meet us there. Maybe she didn't want to intrude on Bella and Charlie's time together. He would

never admit it, but he was finding it harder to let go of Bella than he'd expected. This evening was

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very special to him, and I was more than happy to step aside and let him fulfill his fatherly role.

Which was why I'd agreed to ride quietly in the back seat while Charlie drove.

I listened to Charlie's fascinating mind, which was, strangely enough, clearer than usual. It seemed

as if the more irritated he was with me, the more coherent he sounded. I could always hear the tenor

of his thoughts, but tonight, it was quite obvious he was wishing the end of high school meant the

end of my time with Bella. He kept glancing back at me, thinking it was hilarious to see me riding

in the back of his police car, though there wasn't a single crime he could actually imagine me

committing. I smiled, happy that although he may never approve of me dating his daughter, in his

heart, he knew I was a good person.

I knew it was coming, but I still felt assaulted as we neared the parking lot. There were few times

when people's minds were racing more than at a high school graduation, even one as small as this.

Every student and every parent was going over checklists and thinking about the future. It was also

a time for nostalgia and reminiscing about the past four years. After so many decades, it shouldn't

still bother me, but I couldn't fight off the twinge of bitterness. For everyone else, it was the end of

one era and the start of the next. Their lives were moving forward while mine stayed forever locked

in place.

This time, however, I would have Bella by my side. My constant, beautiful, perfect reminder that

my unchanging life was finally about to take a step forward. I looked toward her with a smile, but

her expression made all my feelings of comfort disappear. I wanted to believe that it was just

nerves, but it seemed like there was something more just under the surface. She was staring absently

out the window, and every once in awhile, her eyes would widen and she looked as if she were

trying to focus in on something.

"Are you all right?" I asked quietly when we arrived at the school.

"Nervous," she said, attempting a smile. Though I suspected otherwise, it was easy to convince

myself that was all that was bothering her. Attention, in any form, made her uncomfortable. While

this evening, for me, meant an hour or so of boredom, it was so much worse for her.

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"You are so beautiful," I told her. I was about to add in a whisper that if this was the last graduation

she ever wanted to attend, that was fine with me. It was one part of the charade I wouldn't mind

doing away with. Unfortunately, I was interrupted by Charlie.

He wedged himself in between us, and I guiltily found myself thinking about a time in the not-too-

distant future when no one, not even Charlie, would be coming between us ever again. I quickly

banished the thought, reminding myself that this was Charlie's night with Bella, and I needed to

allow them this time. It wasn't only for Charlie's sake, either. I knew Bella needed some sort of

closure with her father, and, by its very nature, this night already had an air of finality to it. I

wondered if that was why she seemed out of sorts.

Charlie hugged Bella tighter than I'd ever seen, and gave her an abbreviated version of the speech

that was running through his mind. Bella seemed a little embarrassed by his sudden affection, but if

she could have seen what I was seeing, her face would have been three shades redder. His mind was

playing images like they were old home movies, reminiscing about his little girl – the times they'd

spent together, and the time he was only now realizing he'd lost. I almost wanted to push Bella back

into his arms again, but he was already putting the walls back up.

"Dad, please don't get all weepy on me," she mumbled.

"Who's weepy?" he asked, trying to keep his emotions from escaping. "Now, why aren't you

excited?"

"I don't know, Dad. I guess it hasn't hit yet or something." I wondered if I imagined the look of

panic that flickered in her eyes.

"It's good that Alice is throwing this party," Charlie told her. "You need something to perk you up."

"Sure. A party's exactly what I need."

I wanted to talk to Bella again, to see if she was ready to discuss whatever was bothering her. After

Charlie had given her one last squeeze and wished her luck, I tried to pull her aside, but the chaos

around us escalated before I had the chance. She looked at me wearily as we were shuffled off in

different directions, kept apart this time by alphabetization. I searched frantically for Alice in hopes

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that she had seen something that might be helpful. Although, if Bella's nerves were about the

upcoming party, I was certain Alice would be doing her best to hide it from me.

Alice didn't show up until the last possible minute, flitting into line right before our names were

called, with a smile on her face. She wouldn't look me in the eye, wouldn't say a word. She wasn't

even thinking in English. Then, the moment she stepped off the stage, she was gone. I don't know

how she disappeared unseen when there were so many people around, but even I hadn't actually

caught her exit, so I supposed she hadn't raised any suspicion.

I was agitated, wishing I could escape like Alice, but I wanted to see Bella receive her diploma.

She'd worked hard to get good grades, somehow managing to keep them up even when the madness

of my world threatened to break her. On top of good grades, Bella also had a wonderful circle of

friends who genuinely cared for her, despite Charlie's concerns that she spent all her time with me.

Obnoxious as he was, even Mike wanted the best for her, although to him, that would mean Bella

dumping me right after graduation.

I smiled as I listened to the thoughts swirling around me, enjoying them in a way I never had. I

wouldn't quite call it nostalgia since there wasn't really anything about this place I would be missing

– Bella had been the only part of my Forks High experience that had broken the monotony. Still,

Forks had brought me to Bella, and for that, I would be forever in its debt. Wherever we ended up

after she was changed, this would be the place Bella and I had fallen in love, where we'd beat the

odds stacked so high against us – where she'd been human, in love with a vampire.

When Bella walked onto that stage, her cheeks adorably red and her eyes pointed to the ground, I

felt a surge of pride. Whatever happened, at least she'd gotten to have this human experience. I

heard Charlie, Jacob, and Billy cheering for her, and caught a smile fluttering across her lips. Then,

she glanced toward my row briefly, meeting my eyes for only a moment before they began

searching again. She looked concerned. Maybe she was looking for Alice and worrying that she'd

already left to finish the party details.

When the ceremony was over, I walked up behind Bella and wrapped my arms around her.

"Congratulations," I said softly, my lips brushing against her ear.

"Um, thanks." She was still looking around distractedly.

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"You don't look like you're over the nerves yet."

"Not quite yet."

"What's left to worry about? The party? It won't be that horrible."

"You're probably right." It wasn't until I saw her halfhearted smile that I started getting the sinking

feeling that Alice's disappearance and Bella's concerned expression were related. Alice had been

working extraordinarily hard at keeping me out, but how could Bella have possibly known that?

"Who are you looking for?" I asked, hoping my fears were unjustified. She could searching for

Jessica or Angela. I'd even settle for her trying to find Mike Newton if it meant nothing was wrong.

"Alice," she said sheepishly. "Where is she?"

"She ran out as soon as she had her diploma."

What did Alice know that she was so determined to keep from me? It had to be about the newborns

– something must have happened. Still, how would Bella know something about the situation that I

didn't? I stared at the door, planning my exit, no longer concerned with keeping up appearances. I

was about to make my escape when Bella stopped me.

"Worrying about Alice?" she asked, attempting to sound casual but failing miserably.

"Er..." The last thing I wanted was Bella thinking that I was worrying. I was fairly certain her ability

to deal with the extreme circumstances that were soon heading directly for us, was largely due to

the fact that I was working so hard to keep my nerves at bay.

"What was she thinking about, anyway? To keep you out, I mean."

That stopped me in my tracks. Being accustomed to having nearly limitless insight into what

everyone around me is thinking, it was more than a little unsettling to realize I was being kept in the

dark on purpose.

"She was translating the Battle Hymn of the Republic into Arabic, actually. When she finished that,

she moved on the Korean sign language."

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Bella laughed, her eyes wide and focused everywhere but on me. I'd never seen her afraid to talk to

me before, which was making my panic grow more every second.

"I suppose that would keep her head busy enough."

"You know what she's hiding from me," I said flatly. It wasn't a question. I knew I was being

conspired against.

"Sure," she said, feigning nonchalance. "I'm the one who came up with it."

Being caught off guard wasn't something I was used to, and I waited, confused and frustrated. I

stared at her, silently pleading to put me out of my misery. What did Alice know that she would

make her confide in Bella but not me? It had to be something so terrible, they thought me incapable

of handing reasonably.

For a moment, I panicked, fearing as I had before that the army of newborns had decided we were a

threat to their claimed territory. Perhaps Alice had seen a vision of them coming to destroy us, and

when Bella realized what was happening, she'd insisted on being changed right away. I was having

visions of Bella being whisked away. Alice had offered to change her once before – was she about

to make good on her promise? It would explain Alice's determination to keep me out of her head, as

well as Bella's obvious nervousness.

She was looking everywhere but at me, which didn't help me feel any more at ease.

"Knowing Alice," she said quietly, still not meeting my gaze, "she'll probably try to keep this from

you until after the party. But since I'm all for the party being canceled – well, don't go berserk,

regardless, okay? It's always better to know as much as possible. It has to help somehow."

She was babbling, clearly avoiding the subject. "What are you talking about?"

"Just stay calm, okay?" Nothing good has every followed those words. I nodded, not because I

wanted her to continue, but because I needed her to. Whatever was coming for us, she had to know I

would protect her. There was no need to rush into things out of fear.

"I think you're wrong about things coming at us from all sides. I think it's mostly coming at us from

one side... and I think it's coming at me, really. It's all connected, it has to be. It's just one person

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who's messing with Alice's visions. The stranger in my room was a test, to see if someone could get

around her. It's got to be the same one who keeps changing his mind, and the newborns, and

stealing my clothes – all of it goes together. My scent is for them."

No. Everything inside me instantly argued against the idea that this many vampires, something this

monumental could all be for Bella. Then again, where Bella was concerned, I suppose anything is

possible. She'd already managed to enrage a group of nomads and get on the Volturi's hit list. Why

wouldn't there be an entire army created for her destruction?

"But no one's coming for you, don't you see? This is good – Esme and Alice and Carlisle, no one

wants to hurt them!" Bella was speaking frantically, and it sounded like she was trying to make this

realization into a good thing. My mind was racing so fast, I was having a hard time focusing on her.

I didn't want to admit it, but in a sick way, it did all make sense. The timing of it all was too perfect.

That Alice could miss both the stranger in Bella's room and the creation of an army seemed nearly

impossible. It seemed almost ridiculously clear. Of course it was related, and I was a fool for not

seeing it sooner.

Through my sudden terror, I felt Bella's gentle touch on my cheek. "Calm," she said softly, and I

forced my eyes to meet hers. She looked like she wanted to say more, but at that moment, we heard

Charlie coming up behind us.

"Bella!" he was shouting. "Congratulations, baby!" He shoved me aside, though I was still reaching

toward Bella. Normally in far better control on my emotions, I shudder to think what showed on my

face. Fortunately, no one was looking at me – no one except Bella, that is. She was watching me

warily as Charlie worked to exclude me from the celebration.

As I watched Bella with Charlie, her desperate attempt to appear normal though she must be

terrified, I found myself furious. Her nervousness, all of her sideways glances, everything I hadn't

been able to read on her face now made sense. Whoever was after her had managed to ruin this day

for her, perhaps her last real human milestone, and for that, I'd never been more determined to

destroy them.

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"You coming, too, Edward?" I heard Charlie mutter. I hadn't heard a word he'd said before that,

though I assumed he was begrudgingly inviting me to whatever post-graduation celebration he had

planned for Bella.

"No, thank you," I said, trying to muster up some amount of normalcy in my voice.

"Do you have plans with your parents?"

"Yes. If you'll excuse me..." I felt myself take off at a near run, hopefully catching my mistake and

slowing down before anyone noticed. I should have stayed to listen to the thoughts around me, but

at this point, what did it matter? We would soon be leaving Forks behind.

The moment the door closed behind me, I started listening. I knew Alice would have told the rest of

the family by now, and someone would be keeping guard. It didn't take long before I heard Emmett

muttering fight strategies as he circled the perimeter of the school. Assured Bella was protected, I

started running toward home, my cell phone already in my hand. It was ringing before I had time to

dial the number.

"Why didn't you tell me, Alice?" I shouted.

"She didn't want to upset you, and I figured a few hours wouldn't hurt. I was going to tell you before

the party."

"Right," I muttered, indignant.

"The rest of the family knows and are already mapping out a new strategy. Bella is safe. What harm

was done by letting you enjoy graduation?"

"This isn't about me! Bella was a nervous wreck the whole night. I could have been comforting her,

I could have been reassuring her that we're not going to let anyone hurt her."

"She knows that, Edward. And she wasn't nervous about someone coming after her, she was worried

that you would be upset. She's relieved, strange as that might sound. She's been terrified that the

newborns were coming after us, that something was going to happen to Esme, or me, or you. I know

you've never been fond of hearing about her complete lack of self preservation, but just this once,

could you listen to me when I tell you that Bella is fine!" There was silence on the other line as I

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tried to process what Alice was telling me. "She's jumpy, but fine," she added when I didn't say

anything, and I heard the smile in her voice.

I slowed my run as I approached the house, determined to get myself together before going in. It

sounded like everyone else was okay with this new discovery, taking it one step at a time and

planning methodically. It was a struggle, but I tried to appear calm as I stepped inside.

You look better, Alice thought as I came inside. If only I didn't know you better. Still, it's nice that

you're trying. I sighed and mouthed, "thanks" to her. I could hear Carlisle in the living room, going

through the new information and what it meant for us.

"Assuming they really are only interested in Bella, then all we have to do to ensure they come to us,

is keep Bella here."

"That should be easy enough," Rosalie added sarcastically. "It's not like he's going to let her leave

the house now that he knows they're after her. And we thought he was over-protective before..."

"Rose, be kind. Your cynicism isn't going to help anyone."

Not cynicism if it's true...

"Edward, you're home," Esme said, interrupting me before I could say something that I probably

would have felt bad for later.

"Yes, I thought I should come check in with everyone before the party. I would suggest we cancel

it, but I'm assuming Alice will insist that the evening continue as planned." She smiled impishly at

me before running upstairs to get more decorations. If anything, this new development had made

her plans even more elaborate than they already were. Alice had decided that Bella needed as big a

distraction as possible.

"Alice told me you were upset," Carlisle said evenly, "but I think I agree with Bella. This is a good

thing."

"An entire army of newborns is after Bella – an army created by a vampire we still don't know the

identity of, by the way – and this is a good thing?"

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"Think about it for a moment, Edward. We've been planning to seek this army out in their territory,

essentially going into the fight not only blind, but amid thousands of people. The newborns will

have no regard for them, yet we must. My biggest fear has been raging a war in a city of so many.

Now that we know what they're seeking, we know they will come to us."

"So Bella will just stay here and be your bait?"

I regretted it the moment I spoke, and the flash of agony in Carlisle's eyes made my guilt that much

worse. Of course he would never endanger Bella. He loved her as a daughter.

"I'm sorry," I said softly. "Forgive me for speaking so foolishly. I'm only trying to see things the

way you are. It's difficult."

"I understand. I'm frightened for her, too, but I also know that we will be ready. Whoever this leader

is most likely thinks they are a step ahead of us, since they've so far been able to get by Alice's

vision. We can hope that they are still unaware of your powers, though in truth, it doesn't matter.

Whether they know it or not, you will hear them coming."

That much, at least, was true. And if I was thinking about it rationally as the rest of my family was,

I could see how there were some advantages to fighting in our own territory. Assuming I heard

them in enough time, we could probably stop them from even entering town. A fight in our forest,

an area we all knew so well, did seem like a much better option than fighting in a city where we had

to worry about casualties and witnesses.

But where would Bella be throughout it all? Carlisle must have read my expression, or maybe we

were both having the same fear.

The wolves could protect her. My eyes flashed up to his, wide and angry at the suggestion, though

somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I'd had the thought as well. Edward, be reasonable, he

continued. We need you with us. Our numbers are already too few. There's nowhere else, no other

option that I can think of. They've guarded her before. Your feelings for Jacob aside, you know they

are trustworthy where Bella's safety is concerned.

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As much as I wanted to, I couldn't argue, though I wondered if Bella would agree to it after Jacob's

most recent stunt. I could almost picture her sulking on the couch at Jacob's house, as unhappy with

the arrangement as I would be. Still, if it meant she was out of danger...

"Whatever you two are discussing, do you think we could possibly finish it later? We have a party

to get ready for!" Both Carlisle and I rolled our eyes. Only Alice could think of the party at a time

like this.

"Don't you think coming up with a new strategy is a little more important than a graduation party?"

I asked.

"Doesn't matter. It's too late to cancel. People will be on their way soon. Speaking of which,

shouldn't you be picking Bella up? They'll be finishing dinner any time, and she's expecting you." I

sighed. There was no point arguing with her, and if people were already getting ready, I knew there

was no hope of canceling. I hurried to the restaurant where Bella and Charlie were eating, and

waited for them to finish. Emmett was still pacing around outside, his mind a strange mixture of

focus and boredom. He was the only one not particularly enthused with our new "wait for them to

come" plan.

"Anything unusual?" I asked him.

Nothing. Not a single twig out of place. It was difficult not to be irritated that he sounded

disappointed. He must have read the frustration on my face because he turned instantly remorseful.

I'm sorry, it's not like you think, really. I just want this all to be over.

"Well, I'm definitely in agreement with you there."

I'm not gonna lie, I'm excited about the fight. It'll be nice to get out there are actually do something,

Hunting elk in the park is getting pretty boring.

"Glad to hear Bella being stalked has brought purpose to your mundane life," I muttered

sarcastically.

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Will you just listen, please? Yes, I'm excited. Yes, I'm looking forward to showing those newborns

who's territory this is. But you know what I'm most excited about? I shrugged, then nearly gasped

when I saw what flashed through his mind.

Our family was standing triumphant in a protective circle around Bella. She was thanking us all,

then she took my hand and we ran off together. The next thing I saw was a changed Bella –

indestructible and glorious. It was as clear as Alice had ever seen her, as if Emmett had somehow

discovered a gift for precognition.

"I don't understand," I whispered, watching him wide-eyed. He sat down beside me and spoke

aloud.

"Assuming you don't find some way to screw things up for her, I'm pretty sure this is the last time

we'll be protecting Bella from anything. I know you don't want her making this choice out of fear,

and I understand why you won't let her be changed before the fight – the last thing we need is

another newborn to deal with. But when this is all over, there's nothing stopping her from getting

what she wants. Then you can finally stop worrying about her all the time and she canstop being

afraid. Now be honest. Doesn't that sound like a much better arrangement for everyone?"

It wasn't often Emmett surprised me, but I was speechless.

"Anyway," he continued casually, standing up. "Bella is in there making excuses to bolt from

dinner, and she's been not-so-subtly looking around for you for about a half an hour. I think she'd

rather see you than me waiting for her when she gets outside. I'll meet you two back at the house."

With a smirk, he took off running, and he was out of sight before I'd found the words to say to him.

It was amazing, the effect seeing Bella's future through the eyes of my family had on me. Knowing

how completely they accepted her, how certain they were that when all this insanity was over, Bella

would be with us forever... it made everything clear. Certain.

A few minutes passed before I saw Bella step outside, her hair flowing in the light breeze. I caught

her scent drifting toward me, pleasure and agony as it always was, and felt the familiar twinge of

sadness that soon, it would no longer torture me. This time, though, my despair was silenced by the

reminder that everything else – her beauty, her voice, her kindness, her love for me – all of it would

remain, and it would be mine to cherish forever.

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I was suddenly overtaken by the need to be with her. Paying no attention to who was around, I

stepped out of the darkness and pulled her to me. I worried for a moment that I had startled her, but

she quickly melted into my embrace. I kissed her perhaps a little too hard, forgetting my strength –

forgetting everything – for that moment. It wasn't until I released her that I reminded myself she

was still fragile, and there was still danger. For now, at least.

"How are you?" she asked breathlessly.

"Not so great," I admitted. "But I've got a handle on myself. I'm sorry that I lost it back there."

"My fault. I should have waited to tell you."

"No. This is something I needed to know. I can't believe I didn't see it!"

"You've got a lot on your mind."

"And you don't?"

After the realization that something terrible was after her yet again, she was still determined to put

my feelings first. She would never let me feel a moment of remorse or guilt for not seeing what

should have been so obvious. I would never deserve her undying patience and selflessness. I kissed

her again, more gently this time, but was only allowed a brief moment to revel in her perfection.

"Charlie's on his way," I told her.

"I'll have him drop me at your house."

"I'll follow you there," I promised, disappearing back into the shadows.

"That's not really necessary," she started to say. By now, she must know I'm never far away.

I ran behind the car, listening with quiet amusement to their conversation. Charlie was letting his

emotions show to a small degree, and I was fairly certain Bella knew that it was only a shadow of

all he was feeling. He loved her, was proud of her, and would always be grateful that she'd chosen

to spend this time of her life with him. She expressed her gratitude, and I tried not to hear the

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sadness behind the words I recognized as a sort of good-bye. I was just beginning to see the lights in

the distance that would lead to my door.

"Alice," Bella muttered, grudgingly, when she saw the endless rows of lights.

"Wow. She doesn't do things halfway, does she?" Charlie said, trying to hide how impressive he

actually found it all.

"Sure you don't want to come in?" Bella asked him.

"Extremely sure. Have fun, kid."

"Thanks so much, Dad."

I watched Bella take a deep breath as she exited the car, obviously steeling her resolve as she

approached the door. As Charlie drove away, a wide array of emotions fluttered through his mind as

he processed the events of the night. He'd never say it aloud, but amid his lingering thoughts of

dislike toward me, as he glanced in his rear-view mirror at our house, I could feel his gratitude

toward my family. He was happy to know Bella was taken care of, and though he didn't understand

it entirely, he could feel how well she fit in with us. He wanted Bella to have whatever made her

happy, and in that moment, he started to accept that we were exactly that.

I knew that even without her recent discovery, this night was going to be difficult for Bella, and

given the circumstances, I wasn't sure how I was going to get through it without going crazy. Yet as

I watched the lights reflect in Bella's eyes, the moonlight dancing through her hair, all I wanted was

to forget everything for the night. I wanted nothing more than to celebrate the end that would lead

to her beginning.

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