This is my new story, I will be concentrating on finishing Help for the Hunted before posting the next chapters, however I couldn't wait to see what you all thought of this. The story is set in Season Four of Supernatural and during Eclipse of twlight although my story is set mainly within the Supernatural world. The M rating will be for a reason, I can't resist a bit of smut in later chaps and my language is at times appauling. So here it is. Hope you enjoy :)

Lies for my Protection

Chapter 1 Missing

"This is Charlie Swan please leave a message with your name and number after the tone and I'll get back to you." I left yet another message on my dad's cell phone; "dad it's Bella again, I don't know if you're even getting these but if you are please call me. Just let me know you're ok, please. I love you dad." This had to be at least the twentieth message I had left for my dad with not one reply. I was really starting to worry about him.

My dad had gone hunting two weeks ago – double anytime that he had been gone before. My dad went hunting every couple of months and had done for as long as I could remember. He really enjoyed it, when I was small and staying with him I'd ask him to tell me stories about his last hunt and he'd obliged telling me all about the last bear or buck that he'd hunted. So normally I wouldn't be worried; but tomorrow was my graduation from high school. My dad had been talking about it for months, saying how proud he was of me, so I knew without a doubt that for dad not to be back now meant that something was drastically wrong. Like I said I was really worried. What could I do?

I sat thinking of ways that I could find Charlie; I must have sat for at least an hour getting more and more frustrated with myself before an obvious course of action occurred to me.

Charlie may have left a map or co-ordinates or something saying where he was actually going. If I knew then I could ring the local ranger's station so that they could find him. Why hadn't I thought of that sooner?

Kicking myself for being so stupid I started searching through the kitchen draws, coming up with absolutely nothing. Great start then. Going to the next room, the living room I searched the side boards, the TV stand under the sofa, I literally left no-where un-searched, again though I came up with nothing.

The only place left to search that I could think of was Charlie's bedroom. I had a small irrational sense of foreboding thinking about going into Charlie's room, I hadn't been in there since I was tiny when I'd have nightmares, as I'd grown older there hadn't been a reason to step foot in there so I never had done. It felt strange to be going in there now after all this time, and even stranger knowing that my dad wouldn't be in there to comfort me.

Charlie's room looked exactly as I remembered it, slightly larger than my own, decorated in neutral tones of brown rather than the purple my room was decorated in. The room held a double bed, a wardrobe, a chest of draws and a desk, the only difference to my room was the closet in the corner at the back of the room secured with a pad lock. This in any other household might seem like the perfect place to start searching for clues on a missing father but this was the home of the chief of police, so I was assuming that was where Charlie kept his guns for both his job and his hobby.

No the secured closet wasn't what stood out in the room, what stood out in my dad's immaculate room was the white envelope in the middle of the neatly made bed, with my name on the front written in Charlie's familiar messy scrawl.

Well the letter was certainly what I'd have expected from my dad; short and to the point. I sat down on the bed and read the letter that Charlie had left for me.

Bella,

If I haven't got back by Tuesday call John.

445-655-255,

Do not go to the Cullens. Please.

Love ya kid,

Dad.

What the hell was up with my dad? This didn't make a lick of sense, what was going on?

I tried to work out a plan of action in my head. Right ok, first thing was first, today was Thursday, so two days later than my dad wanted me to ring this John guy. I searched my memory hard, eventually coming up vaguely with a face to match the name. I think that he'd gone hunting with my dad once when I was small and staying here for the summer. Maybe John had a satellite phone or something, and that's why dad left his number for me?

Another strange thing about the note was that I really couldn't understand why my dad had basically begged me not to go to the Cullens.

They came back two days before my dad had left and he'd been openly hostile to them since. Refusing to let any of them into the house, or to let me out of the house to go to theirs. I guess he was just worried about last September, worried that they'd leave again, leave me in the same state that I'd been in last time.

Of course when my dad had been blissfully snoring Edward had taken me to his house a couple of times. It was great to see them all again, almost like coming home.

Something had changed though since Edward came back. He was as protective as ever, even more so really, but whereas I'd use to find it endearing, now it just annoyed me. He'd stopped me from seeing my best friend, as it was too dangerous, he'd stopped me riding my bike, he'd even started commenting on my clothes and driving. In short he was driving me crazy. But I was sure it was a phase, something that we could work through. Something we could get past.

Shaking myself from my random thoughts I rose from my dad's bed and went to use the phone downstairs.

In the kitchen I picked the phone up, only to put it back down straight away. This had to be one of the strangest situations that I'd ever been in. And that was saying something. But I mean what was I going to say to this man? 'Hi, my names Bella, my dad's gone missing and he told me to ring you, I don't suppose he's with you?' Yeah, that didn't sound weird at all. I sighed, this whole situation was messed up and this was the only thing that I could do to help. Help myself, and hopefully my dad too.

Clutching Charlie's letter in my fist I rang the number and took a deep breath. It rang, and rang, and rang. Eventually a noise came over the phone, a strange clicking noise that sounded like my call was getting diverted or something, then I heard the line ringing again.

After a couple of seconds the phone was answered by a deep male voice. "Yeah?"

I took another deep breath trying to calm myself a little. When I spoke, it came out in a trembling voice that was so unlike my normal one. "Er... Yeah, hi... Erm... Am I speaking to John?"

"No, this is his son Dean." Oh crap, now what? What the heck did I do now? "I'm sure I can help ya though, what's the problem?" The voice, Dean, said down the line. What's the problem? The problem was I didn't know where my dad was and I didn't know what to do about it, or what I was going to tell this guy.

I sighed, well I had to try something, and so far this man seemed to be my only option. "Er... Well this is going to sound a bit... Well a bit odd." I started saying, only to be interrupted by a snigger down the line.

"Believe me lady, what ever you have to say, I've heard odder."

I rolled my eyes at the voice on the phone, yeah, right, like this guy had heard stranger than my life for the past year. Oh well, maybe he could help me find my dad, maybe he even knew where my dad was?

"Er... Ok. It's my dad. He's missing and he left me this letter telling me to ring John; ring your dad if he wasn't back by Tuesday. I've only just found the letter or I would have rung sooner."

There was a short pause before Dean spoke again, I'd started to think that this was too odd for him after all.

"Ok. What's your dad's name?" He asked me.

"It's Charlie. Charlie Swan."

"So your Isabella?"

I guessed that Dean must have known my dad, he was the only person who ever called me Isabella. "Bella." I corrected the guy.

"Ok Bella, you guys still in Forks right?"

"Yeah."

The guy muttered something away from the phone that I couldn't quite make out before coming back to the line.

"Ok, we'll be there as soon as we can, stay put." The guy ordered me. Where did he think I was gonna go when my dad was missing? Tibet?

"Erm... Ok thanks."

The line was disconnected then, the end of the strangest phone conversation I'd ever had.

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The next day, the day of my graduation, I woke with a pit in my stomach, just like every day for the past two weeks. And like every day for the past two weeks the first thing that I did was run to my window to see if Charlie's cruiser was back; yet again it wasn't.

Rubbing sleep out of my eyes I made my way downstairs to the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of juice, almost dropping it when I turned and saw someone sitting at my kitchen table. Clutching my wildly palpitating heart I staggered backwards, Edward was straight by my side.

"Sorry I scared you love. I wanted to surprise you, make you breakfast on your special day."

I guessed that it was a nice thought, but I felt uneasy having Edward here when Charlie had so strictly forbidden it. I pushed the feeling away, it wasn't like I'd never broken the rules before after all. Heck that was why I was on lock-down in the first place; dad had found out about me riding my motorbike with Jake. A motorbike that was still sat in the driveway, I thought wistfully.

"That's ok. Don't worry I'll make my own breakfast, thanks though." I went to the cupboard and pulled out a packet of pop tarts.

"Bella, I really think that you should be eating something with a bit more nutritional value, don't you love?" Edwards velvet voice came from behind me. Strange how the tone use to melt me but now set my teeth on edge.

"Yeah, probably, but I'm in a pop tart kinda mood." I said putting the offending food into the toaster stubbornly. I wanted pop tarts, so pop tarts I was going to have. Nutritional value be damned.

Edward pinched the bridge of his nose, something he only ever did when he was very stressed. What did he have to be stressed about? It wasn't like I was gonna make him eat them, was it?

"Ok, Bella, you can have the pop tarts love." He spoke as though he was speaking to a very young child, his tone pedantic and instantly getting my back up. And since when did I need his permission to have whatever the heck I wanted for breakfast? He was supposed to be my boyfriend, not my father. Taking a deep breath and reigning in my anger I started eating my breakfast, resisting the urge to smack my lips together and say 'yum yum'.

"What are your plans for after graduation today?" Edward asked me from his seat, his eyes glaring at my breakfast.

"Don't know yet." I answered truthfully.

"Why don't you come to my house? I'm sure everyone would love to see you again, and congratulate you of course."

"I'm still grounded remember?" I asked the guy with the photographic memory.

"Well Charlie's not here is he? He wouldn't know that you snuck out, and let's face it, it's not the first time you'd have done it." It upset me that Edward didn't seem to care that Charlie was still missing, was going to miss my graduation, except for how it related to his own goals, despite the fact that it was obviously upsetting me.

"Well, he might come back, besides some of Charlie's friends are coming round to see if they can help find him. So I can't go to yours in case they get here." I explained to him, shaking my head as a no to his suggestion while I did.

I looked to Edward and saw his eyes flash for a brief moment, I swallowed, I was in trouble now. No doubt about it.

"What friends? Who are they Bella? How could you not tell me this! They might be dangerous! How can I protect you if I don't know when you might need protecting?" His voice was hard, his expression actually scared me for a moment, for a moment he actually looked like a vampire.

I swallowed before answering. "I don't think that Charlie's friends are likely to be dangerous, do you? He's the chief of police for gods sake! There's two of them, I think. John and Dean, I think." My voice was biting, my anger was flaring up again. I was getting sick of this! I would eat and do what ever the hell I chose to! I would see whoever the hell I wanted to! And if these people could help me find Charlie then they were coming, end of discussion!

"Fine, we'll see." Edward muttered darkly.

"What do you mean we'll see?" I asked Edward, he couldn't be here when these men got here.

"Well I'll be with you when they arrive of course Bella." His voice brooked no argument, well tough, he was going to get one anyway.

"Edward, you can't be here when they get here." I held my hand up to stop him interrupting me as he opened his mouth. "You are supposed to be band from this house, and they might tell Charlie that you were here. Heck, for all I know these people could be bringing Charlie with them, and I don't want an argument with my dad the second I see him again." I could see that my words were having an effect on Edward, that they were working, I almost let out a sigh of relief.

"You're right, of course." He said before glancing at the clock on the wall. "You better start getting ready Bella." Edward said and I fought the urge to flip him off. Instead I smiled vaguely and nodded, he kissed my forehead and picked up his car keys from the table. "I'll be back to pick you up in an hour." Again I just nodded, not quite trusting myself to speak, I was just too angry.

As soon as Edward left I went to grab myself a shower, sighing as I did. I knew that a big decision was on my horizon; whether to stay with Edward or to leave. I had once thought that Edward was my life, but now... Now he just seemed to want to control my life. I had always been an independent person for as long as I could remember, and to have someone constantly monitoring me and telling what to do, well it was just too much for me.

When would I make this decision? Soon, I knew that much, very soon. I couldn't live this way anymore.

Climbing out of the shower I wrapped a towel round myself and headed back to my room. Hanging on my bedroom door, just where I'd left it, was the dress that I'd picked out four weeks ago. A week before the Cullen's had returned. I wasn't normally a dress person, much preferring jeans and a hoodie, but I'd fallen in love with this as soon as I'd set eyes on it. It was knee-length, black, with a low neck line, it was figure hugging with tiny black beads along the neck line. It was beautiful. I was going to team it with some black strappy sandles that had a small kitten heel. Perfect.

When I entered my bedroom I noticed a big box had been placed on my bed, one that I defiantly hadn't left there. Was the vampire creeping around while I was in the shower now?

I opened the box, taking one look at the contents before throwing it across the room in anger. That was it, I'd had it now!

"Stupid f'in vampire! Wear this! Eat that! What is the dress I picked out too damn dangerous now?!" I was getting out a pretty good rant, marching around my small room while I did, when Alice appeared at my window; a sad expression on her beautiful face.

"I'm sorry Bella. I told him not to do this, I tried to warn him. I told him to let you wear whatever you wanted to. But of course he was too stubborn to listen." Alice looked like she would cry if she could. "Promise me you'll still see the rest of us. Please. I've seen that they'll understand, they won't be angry, and no matter what Bella, to us you'll always be family."

Alice's speech sent a lump to my throat which I hastily swallowed. I guess that I'd made my decision after all then, well that wasn't going to make graduation awkward at all.

Alice's face glazed over for a split second. "No, do it after graduation, that would be best." She told me after she came out of her vision. Her voice was still downcast and broken, but she came over to me anyway before wrapping me in a gentle hug. I let a few tears escape while I was in my best girl friends stony embrace.

When we broke apart Alice gave me a small smile that didn't reach her eyes before heading back to the window. "He'll be here in twenty five minutes, so you better get ready." She then broke into a true smile which lit up her face like always; "you'll look beautiful in the black Bella."

"Thank you Alice." I whispered and she was gone.

I finished getting ready, shedding a few more tears for the family that I was sure I was going to lose. I was truly going to be alone after this afternoon. My family weren't going to want anything to do with me anymore, I hadn't heard from Renée and Phil in years, and Charlie was still missing. Today really sucked, that was for sure.

Twenty five minutes later and I was ready, not a second too soon either, as soon as I'd put down my mascara wand down someone knocked at the door. Five guesses as to who it was.

I went down to answer the door, my heart beating frantically as I did, I knew I had to calm my pulse down somehow, Edward would hear it and know something was wrong. And I was not a good enough liar to bull my way through a made up excuse.

As I opened the door to let Edward in, his face tightened and a muscle in his jaw seemed to spasm. "What happened to the present that I left for you Bella?" He asked me, his teeth gritted together as he spoke through them.

"It was lovely, thank you, but I wanted to wear the dress that I'd picked." I said telling him the truth, the blue dress that he'd got me was nice, conservative, but nice none the less.

"Don't you think that one is a bit revealing love? After all this is a formal event."

I looked down at myself, there was nothing indecent on display, I didn't have much of a cleavage anyway and the bottom half of my legs weren't what I'd call revealing. And it wasn't exactly like I was wearing silver spandex, as far as I was concerned this dress was fine. Where as the dress that Edward had wanted me to wear looked as though it would be better suited for a middle aged cop to wear.

I gritted my teeth as well. "No I do not think that it is too revealing at all Edward." I took a deep breath, it would all be over in a couple of hours. "Edward, let's not fight please. Anyway we've got to go or we'll be late. And this is my first time graduating."

Edward pinched the bridge of his nose again. Letting out a deep breath that he didn't need he looked at me, his eyes still tight. "Ok Bella, but we will be speaking when this is over." Yes Edward, we will.

We climbed into Edwards car, he wouldn't let me take my truck of course, I turned the music up so we couldn't speak. I almost groaned as the sound filled the small space; classical as always. I liked a few classical songs, but I couldn't listen to it as Edward did. While Edward had been gone I'd got into a different type of classic music, classic rock that I found when going through some of my dads music. But of course Edward didn't like me listening to it now.

The one good thing about riding with Edward was the speed at which he drove; it got us there fast.

Despite Edwards driving we were still a little late so there was no time for us to talk before we had to take our place in the line, for which I was immensely grateful.

Time seemed to speed up after that and before I knew it we were all throwing our caps into the air. I was officially a graduate of Forks High School. The victory was a hollow one though as Charlie wasn't here to share it with me.

I wanted to stand and talk to my friends as they all stood congratulating one another, smiling and laughing together. I wanted nothing more than to be a part of that, a normal teenage girl for once. However my vampire boyfriend (soon to be ex boyfriend) had different plans for me. Taking hold of my wrist in his chilly hand he towed me back to his car.

I spent the short journey back to my house pshycing myself up for what I knew I had to do.

We parked up outside of my house and Edward killed the engine. Sighing he turned to me in his seat. "Ok Bella..."

I took a deep breath while he was speaking before interrupting. "Edward, I don't want to be with you any more." I honestly thought he was going to kill me at that moment. His eyes turned almost completely black, only the slightest bit of molten gold remained. His hands formed fists and he showed his glistening teeth as he spoke through them.

"You don't know what you're saying Bella."

That was so the wrong thing to say, my anger flared right back up. "Yes I do Edward! I know what I am doing, what I want to wear, what I want to eat, listen to and who I want to fucking see! And I do not want to be with you any more!"

If seven months ago you'd have told me that I'd be doing this I'd have pointed you to the nearest asylum. But I'd had enough, I'd reached my breaking point and I knew, without a doubt, that I was doing the right thing.

Edward looked at me, shock the main feature on his in-humanly beautiful face. "This just proves that it isn't you talking Bella! Cursing, that isn't you!"

I took a deep breath trying to calm my temper slightly. "No, that's how far you've pushed me Edward. This is me talking, I do not want to be with you anymore. That's it, we're through!"

He took my face in his hands and I thought for a second that he might actually kill me, just snap my neck right there and then. Instead he looked deep into my eyes and whispered to me. "Please Bella, please don't do this to me." At one point in my life this heart felt plea, his beautiful eyes would have won me over, he would have dazzled me. But now his once stunning eyes were black sending a shiver down my spine, I knew that black equalled bad.

So even though I once would have buckled I was now strong enough to break away, I was comfortable enough in myself to break away. Backing away from his hands I whispered; "I'm sorry Edward but my decisions made. We're through."

I left the car and went into my house, half expecting Edward to come after me. Leaning my back against the door that I'd just closed behind me I heard my ex boyfriend drive away, too fast as always.

I slid down to the floor, the relief I felt at that moment was over whelming. Relief at finally being free and still being alive.

The next chapter will be going up in the next few mins, so no big wait :) Hopefully you'll join me for it,

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