Sorry it's been 4 million years. I had half of a chapter written but lost my phone. Also, sorry this chapter is so short. I had to reread my stuff and find out where I wanted to take some of the next chapters so this is a transitioning chapter. Is Charlie the Chief? I remember something about his becomming a Sheriff but tbh, it's been a decade since I read these books.

(She Doesn't Know Herself)

"Billy, has Jake talked to Bella?", the chief called his friend again.

"Still nothing but Ill let you know if anything changes", his long time friend responded.

The chief hung up with a sigh not saying goodbye. That was his fourth try in less than four hours. Bella had never done this before. She was always a call away. Even when Edward and the Cullens' moved she hid out in Angela Weber's house to talk about girl stuff and she was awfully quiet but she came right home. Something was wrong and the feeling wouldn't shake.

Angela bit her lip and hing up the phone feeling wholeheartedly worried. The chief sounded almost scared asking after Bella. Angela hadn't made plans with her and she felt sure that she wouldn't be with Jessica. She'dbeen pretty unbearable to be around ever since the Cullens' moved away. All her conversations involved trying to get Bella to reveal extremely personal information or bad-talking Edward "in solidarity" with Bella, but it didn't seem that Bella wanted that. Deciding to call Ben, Mike, and Eric, she took the phone in hand and settle down to call her friends.

"Why are your eyes yellow?", whispered Bella.

Her voice was so soft and she wasn't crying - anything to keep her from crying again, Peter whispered back with a small, sad smile, "My mate is human right now."

She watched him carefully; eyes alert and She let out silent tears for fear of how she'd get out of this without the help of the Cullens'. She didn't feel that he would hurt her yet, but the temporary non-safety was anything but reassuring.

"Where are we going?", she asked after a while.

His heart clenched at the 'we'. "...Wyoming..." Bella felt almost sad for Peter. His voice sounded like his heart was audbly breaking. When he spoke again she wasn't sure he meant for her to hear his whispered, "She doesn't know herself".

With more questions than answers, silence had fallen over them until Peter abruptly turned down a gravel roadand floored the gas pedal. Bella slammed into the back of her seat - head smacking the rest pretty hard. Dirt clouds and small gravel flew up behind the truck and clinked against the windows even as the old monster protested. Peter's hands tightened on the steering wheel until the leather cracked and ripped. Bella bounced around the cab a little after the initial shock and quickly grabbed hold of the dashboard.

The trees cleared up and a huge house sat at the end of the gravel driveway. Standing outside of the house was a man with light brown hair, a worried expression, and silvery scars on his face. He was undoubtably another vampire.