Authors Note:

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-OVO-

Previously

I saw no reason for fear. I couldn't imagine anything in the world that was left to be afraid of, not physically at least.

"Bella! You can't go in a bar!" she hissed.

"I'll be okay go on without me," I said absently, shaking her hand off. "I just want to see something..."

"Are you crazy?" she whispered. "Are you suicidal?"

"No, I'm not." My voice sounded defensive, but it was true. I wasn't suicidal.

Remembering that promise. I felt a twinge of guilt.

Jess's eyes were round, her mouth hung open. Her question about suicide had been rhetorical, I realized too late.

"Go home," I encouraged her, waving toward the fast food. I didn't like the way she looked at me. "I'll call you later."

I turned away from her, back to the men who were watching us with amused, curious eyes.

"Bella, stop this right now!"

My muscles locked into place, froze me where I stood. Because it wasn't Jessica's voice that i heard yelling at me now. It was a furious voice, a familiar voice, a beautiful voice - soft like velvet even though it was irate.

It was his voice.

In the second that I heard his voice, everything was very clear. "Go back to Jessica. Go home." the lovely voice ordered, still angry. "You promised - nothing stupid.

I was alone.

Jessica stood a few feet from me, staring at me with frightened eyes. Against the wall, the strangers watched, confused, wondering what I was doing, standing there motionless in the middle of the street. I didn't understand myself.

I shook my head, trying to understand. I knew he wasn't there, and yet, he felt improbably close, close for the first time since... since the end.

I knew somehow that whatever I was doing was bringing him back... some part of him at least.

"Keep your promise."

The voice was slipping away, as if the volume was being turned down on a radio.

"Go Jessica." I say leaving no room to argue as I walk fast across the street and towards the bar doors.

-OVO-

Present

DEAN POV

"How you doin' sweetheart," I flirted, flashing a crooked grin. The waitress smiled politely and slipped me a folded piece of paper I knew she'd eventually try to give me.

Sam rolled his eyes and opened up the morning's local newspaper. An article on the third page caught his attention.

It was talking about a very old washington mansion that was built in the 1940's was rumored to be haunted by the original owners as well as their dog that neighbors had claimed to see growling on the door step to only disappeared at the blink of an eye. Every ten years or so owners would disappear from the house with no trace or explanation.

The story of the house peaked Sam's interest and he thought that maybe this is where his vision was leading him. I personally thought it was nothing, because as small and unknown as this town was I'd pick up and leave too.

"Hey, take a look at this," Sam said, shoving the newspaper in front of Dean, "It could be worth checking out. While were so close. "

I glanced at the second article that said that in the last five days, two brunette women in their early twenties went missing near a popular bar in Seattle.

"It seems more like a police job Sam." I say feeling a heaviness in my chest that wasn't there before. Damn meat from the burger must have been bad.

"Two brunette's both in their early twenties…that sounds like a case."

I pushed away the rest of the obviously spoiled burger and slouched in the booth.

"Or… it's not. We can check it out though just to be safe. It is Seattle, why anyone would choose to live with all this rain is beyond me."

Sam asked the waitress if she had a phone book. She looked at him quizzically because people dont use phone books these days, but searched the back of the diner for one and loaned it to him. Before walking away she handed my something else and winked.I looked down in my hands and saw a small red lace thong. I looked at Sam and could see he was shaking his head at the woman and possibly at my smug smile. I place the underwear in my pocket and quickly call the first and only motel under the yellow pages and booked a room. After same finished his rabbit food we went on our way.

Of course the only motel in Forks is in the middle of no where. After arriving and unpacking Sam gets to work with his research. Sam opened his laptop and began to search local articles.

He found few evidence of anyone dying in that house, starting with the original owners. A surgeon had built the house for his wife shortly before he lost his job for misconduct and times got tough, money was hard to come by, and building a house from the ground up is no small task. He eventually grew depressed and before taking his own life he took his wife's. That was all we could find on the original owners.

We did find that the owner's missing every ten years is a load of crap. The last owner's sold the house to a real eastate company two years ago due to black mold they were not informed about before purchasing. They sued the company and moved to Florida with their errenings. The company had no money for all of renovations it needed or anything in that nature so it was just sitting their collecting dust.

The family before that moved to Seattle, and the one before that moved to Indiana. Hmmm… you'd think with the mold just in their spreading they'd tear down the damn thing.

"Even though it's clear that this house is in fact not haunted. I feel like we should go check it out. I don't know but I'm getting this strange feeling like this is a case." Sam says shutting his laptop and standing up.

"Well, did you have one of your thingy's? What did you see again exactly?" Sam needed to realize that maybe every time he had a vision we didn't need to come running.

People died when we came in town. I mean sure we would gank the monster's but not without any casualties. In a lot of ways we, I was worse than any monster.

"I saw the welcome to forks sign…the crying brunette in flannel, my hands covered in blood and a flash of red hair. It was strange. Most of my visons are from my perspective…. But in this one I could see myself."

His voice sounded far away as if he wasn't completely with me. I knew without a doubt he was leaving something out. I couldn't make him talk to me. Shit, I couldn't even talk to him. I couldn't tell him what I saw in hell…what I did…who I became.

"Okay…let's go check this house out then."

It was nine pm and dusk was approaching. I parked the Impala in an empty lot two streets away from the house, and walked toward the house at a brisk pace. Coming up to the house I could see that the front gate was closed but not locked. The rusty gate creaked loudly as I pushed it open and then we cautiously surveyed the front lawn.

"Wait…put this over your face." Sam says handing me a black bandana as he places an identical one over his own nose and mouth. "Black mold." He says as he digs walks ahead of me.

Upon entering the house, Sam pulls out a jar pours a line of salt along the door frame and in the windowsills. And I quickly open a can of red spray paint and make a devil's trap in front of the door as precaution.

"I'll go upstairs; you check the rest of the house." Sam said tells me, gesturing toward the grand stair case in the front hall.

Sam ventured upstairs while I continued to search the main level. You could tell that this house was rotting from the inside out. The walls looked almost like they were sinking in and even through my shallow breaths I could tell this hair was deadly.

I poked around in the kitchen, looking for traces of supernatural activity and continued to walk down the main hall. I entered the study and the EMF detector went from green, to yellow, to red, and buzzed loudly.

I was caught off guard by what he saw next. In the middle of the floor was a picture of two women, a blue shirt that obviously was a woman's and a pair of women's underwear that were all white with lace trim. I'd seen enough underwear in my life to know what lace trim was.

I pick up the photo and at further inspection I saw that one of the women in the picture was hot…no she was more than hot…she was beautiful. Out of all the women I'd seen she was the most beautiful one.

She had brown hair that was so long it was out of the pictures view. Her heart-shaped face looked smooth and almost fragile. She had the fullest pink lips and the biggest brown expressive eyes I'd ever seen. You could tell she didn't want to take the picture by her hand coming up mid photo as if she tried to stop the spikey haired girl from taking the picture.

I felt the same feeling in my chest and rubbed it. Damn burger was still causing problems.

The other girl with her was pretty as well but no where near as beautiful as the long curly haired beauty.

This was strange. Obviously neither of the women in the picture brought these things here. Someone…or something brought this stuff here. They were plotting…collecting one of their clothing for the scent. Which meant it was probally a werewolf or vampire. Those where the only monster's that collected its victims things before eventually killing them or turning them with their pack or nest.

"Sam I found something!"

I yell as I look down at the shirt and undeware and I don't know why I did it but I un-smoothly grab the underwear and place them in my shirt pocket. Shit…I'm no better than the monster. Even though I know that its wrong and on another level fucked up. I can't make myself place them back on the ground.

"What did you find? I didn't find anything upstairs. This place doesn't look like anything has been here."

I shake my head and hand him the picture, "Yeah, something's been here alright. I found this and that shirt on the floor." I pick up the shirt and smell it. Even though its been sitting on the floor of this sour smelling house it still has this faint smell of strawberries and something else sweet I can't place. I fill my pants tighten a little and I feel a little sick to my stomach. What the hell is wrong with me!

"I'm thinking a vampire or werewolf. Maybe multiple. You think this has anything to do with the two brunettes missing?"

I stare at the blouse as I wait for the Sam to say anything but he doesn't. I finally look up at him to see him still starring at the photo, his face somewhat pale.

"What?" I say putting the shirt in the weapon bag on my shoulder. What? Its evidence.

"Same what the fuck is it?!" I finally say after another minute of silence.

"That's the girl. The girl from my vision. I don't know how I know this…but whatever is going on it has to do with her."

I feel my chest tighten again. I just know he's talking about the beauty and not the spiky hairedgirl. Damn. What if she's the…wait...why do I even care. If she's a monster…we kill her simple as that. Especially if she's killing women, or…she could just be another possible victim. For some reason that makes my chest tighten even more. What the hell was in that burger.

"So what now?" I say as Sam turns quickly and heads to the door.

"Now…we head to that bar in the area the two brunettes went missing."

I quickly follow behind him as we make our way out the house and to Baby. "And then?" It was weird of Sam to just go in guns blazing… he was the one always with the research and the plan.

"And then…then we wait."

-OVO-

BELLA POV

I slowly walk across the street and towards the huge wooden door of the bar. As I pass by the men I hear them cat calling and saying things I'm sure if I heard them clearly would make me blush.

I honestly don't know if it was seeing him...hearing him, that finalized my decision to come into this bar but as I walk in I'm glade I did. The numbness I've felt for so long seems to be dulling the farther I get into the bar. In its place is fear, and a tightening in my chest that I'd never felt before. Also there is Pain. I hadn't felt pain since he told me to my face he didn't want me. I hadn't felt pain since those first months of crying out for him in my sleep. The last year all Iv'e felt was nothingness. I was…I am empty.

I quickly sit at the bar next to a man who looks as though he hasn't shaved in years..his beard is thick as well as long and his eyes are a pericing blue as he looks at me. I feel as though those eyes are looking through me. Somehow I know, he know's I don't belong. He know's my will for life has left me long ago. He leans toward me and I see that the hat on his head seems to be covering a thick amount of brown hair, strays fall forward into his face.

"You will see, what you once blinded youself from seeing. You will hear, what you were once set on silencing. You will feel from what your hands are not capable of grasping. Beware of the colors of one's eyes, for they are the windows of one's soul. One's soul is the essence of one's power."

He says to me as if he just old me the secrets of life. Even though this man is clearly off his rocker I don't feel scared. I feel safe. He smiles at me a somewhat familiar smile and I open my mouth to ask what he means when I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I turn to see a girl with brown hair. She dressed in a black dress that looks distressed. Her hair is wild and she looks like she should be on the cover of a rock magazine. "Hey sorry to bother you but my friend and I are trying to find out where the book store is…I know… I sound lame… it's a Saturday night and I'm trying to buy a book!"

She laughs and shakes her head at herself, "I heard that they're open late here though and I really want to buy this book! My mother read it and told me to check it out because its something I'd read."

I smile at her and glance towards the man who was sitting next to me only to find him gone. Wow. He's weird and quick. Maybe…he was a … no his eyes were a soft brown…not gold…or red. I quickly face the girl again.

"Actually I think they close at nine at the location close by so you're about an hour too late." I say smiling a smile that I hope looks kind. I feel a chill go up my spine the same time I feel the tightening in my chest.

She looks disappointed, then looks down at her hands. "Dang, I'm sorry to bother you! I only came over because you were the nicest looking person in here. My friend likes to play dress up with me and drag me places. I much rather would stay in bed and read." She says laughing awkwardly. I cant help but think of Alice, when she speaks of her friend.

"Well…I could…I could show you where it is. It's ridiculously close to here. So… tomorrow you know where it is. I think it opens at 9 am."

I see her face brighten and I look into her eyes. They're a brown color…but something is different. They almost look cold even though her smile is inviting.

"Let's go. I honestly don't know why I came here either." I say as I stand from the stool and lead her out of the bar. Though the men from earlier are gone I get yet another chill down my spine.

As we walk away from the bar and down the dimly lit street, other than her quite humming, its silent. As we turn the corner I realize her friend is nowhere to be found.

"Umm…where is your friend?"

She looks over at me momentarily confused "My friend?"

I immediately stop walking because I once again get a chill up my spin "You said you got dragged to the bar by your friend."

She smils a werid smile at me "Ohhhh yeah! Well she probably left with a guy."

I still don't feel right anymore. I'm beganing to realize this was dumb. It was dumb to leave Jessica, It was dumb to go into the bar, and it was really dumb to go with this unknown girl.

"Actually. The book store is just four blocks up this street. You should be able to find it from here tomorrow." I say turning to walk back to the bar, and lit street lights.

I feel a inhumanly strong grip on my wrist "Actually Bella I can't let you do that." I look back at the once friendly face of the girl who's only a few inches taller than me. Her eyes. Her eyes are now red…my mind is racing trying to comprehend whats going on. How her once brown eyes are now blazing red.

I feel my heart quicken and a part of me wants to scream out for help, but I know theres no point. She'd rip out my throat in a second.

As I stare into the ruby red eyes I come to peace with my fate. I'm going to die. I'm going to be slaughtered by the very thing I once wanted to become. A vampire.

I close my eyes and tilt my head back and wait for the pain. I always knew I'd die by something supernatural. Since the…Cullens failed to finish the job, and the Pack would never intentionally harm a human. I figured it would be something else. I knew it was coming I just wasn't sure what supernatural being would do the job.

I hear something that sounds like metal and a unfamialr squishy crack.

I feel the air move quickly around me. I feel strong warm arms grab my waist and my chest tightens to the point where my lungs can no longer pull in oxygen.

I open my eyes in a panic and lock eyes with so much green. My vision is blurring from the lack of oxygen and I feel as though someone or something is clawing at my chest. I hear a rough manly voice saying something but his words sound muffled and much to far away.

I feel my body relax as my brain finally tells my body to fade away.

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