Hey! I'm really excited for these next couple chapters! I think you're going to love it! (Well, I hope…)

Anyway, I'm really sorry for not updating in 2 months, but it's been so busy lately! I've had a few dance competitions and music performances and all that! And ball started so that's an add on to my hectic schedule.

Thanks for everyone who reviewed, followed and favorited (Microsoft word is telling me that 'favorited' isn't a word…screw it) I really appreciate it!

This was going to be in Bella's POV, but I figured I'd keep that air of mystery up. I was thinking of redoing my first couple chapters….Whadaya think?

So, just enjoy

Hanni

Jacob

Two weeks.

That's the last time I seen or heard from Bella Swan. I remember every detail about that late night; the hard glint in Carlisle Cullen's eyes when he grabbed Bella's arm and told us that someone was trying to kill us. I remember the way Bella pulled her arm free, looked the parasite in the eye, and threatened him in a low, dangerous voice. The sound Bella's boots made on the pavement as she jumped down from her truck, the touch of her skin on my hand when I begged her not to go, and the look on her face of betrayal when she whispered 'I love you'.

That's when Seth and I could see her walk into the forest surrounding the high way with her back straight and her head held high: absolutely fearless. I swear we waited on the side of the road for at least two hours before we gave up and decided that she wasn't coming out. I should've searched the woods and dragged her back to the truck. I wish I would've just held onto her arm and never let her go, or if she still was trying to go I would've came with her. I wish that, where ever she is right now, I was beside her keeping her from harm; protecting her. It's all so easy to think of a different way to act after it has already happened.

I can still picture Sam's face in my brain like it was branded onto the insides of my eye lids. When Seth and I dropped off Bella's rusty old truck Sam was waiting at the front step. He had run down the porch steps and pulled my door roughly open. It's probably the angriest I've ever seen a person in my entire life. He had a looked of territorial, but his eyes held white hot anger. For me.

"What did you do with her? Where is she? Where's Bella? Can't you just keep her safe for ten minutes?"

Sam's words echoed in my that night like a soldiers march; a constant drumbeat even when I tried to close my eyes. It's needless to say I didn't get hours sleep that night. I let her down: I should be with her right now, where ever she is. I let her down as her imprint; I was supposed to keep her safe. The worst part was that I never got to tell her that I loved her, and maybe I never will.

It wasn't just the whole imprint thing. I loved her a long time before that: I had the biggest crush on her one summer when she came to visit Charlie. I think she was ten and I was nine, and then when she came to Forks 6 months ago it was like love at first sight. She was beautiful: everything about her was absolutely beautiful. And to me, all her little imperfections made her a thousand times more perfect.

It doesn't even matter anymore: I bet she ran away from this at the first chance she got and never looked back.

XXX

You know that feeling you get after a long and busy week when you finally get a moment of relaxation? That's where I am right now; lying on the beach with sand between my toes, my eyes closed under the sand and I can hear the waves gently lapping against the sand. This is also the first day in two weeks where it hasn't been raining or windy. It's nice; I can almost pretend that I haven't seen my girlfriend in a while.

Almost.

"Hey, Black."

It's Jared and Paul, I can tell by their thundering footsteps and the way they kicked sand into my face. Let's just say that things haven't been very good with Sam, Paul and Jared since I came back with the story about meeting the vampire and letting Bella get out of the truck that night. They blame me, but the worst part of it is that it is my fault. If it was just something that they just made up it wouldn't be a big deal, but this is just them rubbing cruel truth into the ever growing wound in my heart.

And it hurts.

A lot.

I open my eyes slowly, ignoring the glare from the sun. "What do you want, guys?"

Jared smirks; the first smile I've seen from him in days. "Get up; Sam wants you on patrol with him."

I yawn lazily, "Isn't it your shift, Paul?"

This is pretty much how the pack circle is: Sam's in charge, but he often takes Bella's advice. When the alpha and Beta aren't around Paul and Jared are often pushing us new wolves around, seeing how far we can be pushed until we snap. I swear, one of these days they're gonna get it.

"Yeah, now run along, kid."

This is the third time this week that I've had to cover for him, but I wasn't going to refuse. It's actually kind of funny how these situations are: it's like how on all those movies about the bully stealing the wimpy kid's lunch money. I've heard that when this kind of thing happens you're supposed to stand up for yourself, but Paul and Jared can probably lift a car and turn a pop can to dust using only they're hands.

And me? I just started this wolf training thing, so if I tried to take them on my odds aren't exactly in my favor.

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Jake, where's Paul? Sam asks using this wolf telepathy thing.

He asked me to cover his shift.

Oh, well just scout the woods and keep your eyes out for….

Sam trails off, but I know what he means. 'Keep your eyes out for Bella's Body.'

She's not dead, Jake.

If she's not dead then why else isn't she coming back? Bella isn't the kind of person who would just leave.

How do you know?

I would feel it if she died, and you would too.

Sam and I grow silent, our paws running on the wet ground that's slowly turning from slippery mud back to dirt. I wonder if the dirt gets tired of shifting back and forth between two things, never knowing which one its actual identity is. It's kind of like phrasing; some days I feel an animal like ache, it's almost like my body was meant to walk on four legs instead of two. I like being human, though, probably more then I should admit.

A scream pierces the air, not a scream of frustration or anger, but one of unbearable pain. I can smell Bella like I couldn't before. She's here, somewhere in these woods, hurting. She's alive, but judging by that scream it might not be for much longer.

Sam—

I heard. Find her.

I take of running towards the direction of the scream, the rhythm of my heart beating like Bella's name. I break through the trees into a small meadow that has all sorts of flowers growing everywhere, but my eyes aren't caught on the beauty of this place. I'm looking at a figure leaning against a tree; Bella's scent fills my nose making me dizzy with longing.

She's here, Sam.

I take slow, cautious strides towards her, and the closer I get the worse I can see how bad she is: Blood and dirt's staining the back of her dress. There are cuts and burns on the back of her legs, and I almost don't want her to turn around.

How is she?

Bad. Hurry.

She screams again, loud and long. The sound sends tiny points of anger through my heart. What's wrong with her? Who did this?

"Stop! I've had enough!" Bella sobs, falling to her knees again, throwing her head back again to cry out. What has she had enough of? Where the hell was she for two weeks? You don't just disappear for two weeks and appear again in a corner of the woods screaming. Something happened, but I don't know what in the world could make Bella look so broken and small.

I see her. Shift back. We'll confront her together.

I shift back, pulling on a pair of old cut offs. Sam appears behind me like a ghost from the shadows.

"Say her name." he whispers.

"Bella?"

She turns her head towards me, and climbs unsteadily to her feat. I can feel Sam behind me, his breathing quick and ragged. There's a strange expression on her face, and it's almost un-Bella-like. Bella's brow is furrowed in confusion, but a small smile twists her lips. She stumbles towards us, like a puppet on a string.

It's now when I actually got a good look at her. She was still wearing that old fashioned tan dress she was wearing two weeks ago, but now it's ripped and bloody. Her arms have three long gashes running from her shoulder almost to her wrists with purple, blue and yellow bruises running over her entire body. She has pieces of grass and tree in her hair, and her face is burnt and blistered. I look down at her legs and they have the same fate as her arms with slashes covering her calves. Bella is barefoot and I wonder what's happened to those boots she was wearing on that night. She looks like the picture of hell.

"Bella, sweetie," Sam says gently, like he coaxing a cat to come out from under the bed. "Are you alright?"

Bella's head snaps up and the clearing becomes as cold as a day in late December. "They're coming," She rasps in a stranger's voice, "They've found you, and you must fight." Bella gasps, her eyes blazing white. "Bella is your only hope. If she survives, meet us in the clearing on the next full moon."

If she survives? Why the hell is Bella talking about herself in third person? What happened to her voice? What happened to her?

She reaches out a hand as if to touch Sam, and collapses on the ground at our feet, withering in pain.

Sam reaches down wordlessly and picks the moaning Bella. She looks even worse up close. "Go tell Emily to get the First Aid kit ready."

I want to stay back and carry Bella back to Sam and Emily's house. I want to hold her in my arms and make all of her pain disappear, but I think that a few kisses weren't going to do much right now. So I run. I run as fast as I can on two legs, leaving Sam to carry Bella slowly to the reserve.

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"What's wrong with Bella?" Quil asks me. I know that he finds himself somewhat responsible for the whole Bella disappearance situation.

"We don't know. She just has some cuts, burn and bruises, but it's nothing serious." I reply, closing my eyes and enjoying the couple seconds of just seeing an endless blackness. "She should've been able to heal, but she won't even stop bleeding."

Sam and I didn't tell anyone about the way she almost seemed possessed. It was an unspoken pact to just keep that information to ourselves.

"Where was she?"

"We don't know." I repeat, "She's been asleep since yesterday morning."

"Is she going to be alright?" Quil's asks me.

"God, Quil!" I stand up shouting, "Just go see her!"

Quil looks overwhelmed with my outburst. "I would, man, but I don't wanna face Samzila on my own."

Samzila was the nickname Quil, Embry and I created for him. We thought that it described his personality dead on.

"Fine, let's go."

Well, review! Sorry if it's a little choppy, I haven't been writing lately….