AN: Okay, guys. I'm alive, promise, just working through a little writers block on my real stories. Thought I'd let all...11 of you know I was alright. You see, I can only assume that eleven people have read this story, and refreshed the page enough to make just over three THOUSAND hits. Seriously; I'll not threaten a lack of update if you don't review, but c'mon. You guys all love to get reviews, I'm sure; why not spread the love?
"I wouldn't have come over if I knew he would be here." Jacob growled, glaring at Edward.
"You honestly thought I'd leave for any amount of time?" Edward asked, glaring back.
"You did before."
"Whoa. Okay, honestly, you both need to calm down." I interjected, knowing putting myself between them physically would probably exacerbate things. "I don't mean to sound narcissistic... can't you guys...just...get along?" I asked, knowing it was in vain.
"Mortal enemies." they answered at the same time.
"There, you see? It's not so bad..."
They, of course glared at each other.
I sighed and flopped into my rocking chair. This seemed so...trivial. A vampire had killed my father-I felt the blood drain from my face as I even thought it-and was after me. Or at least out to make me pass Senior year. My mom was insisting I go back to Miami to live with Phil and herself, and, though I was eighteen, and technically able to stay on my own, I had to go with her. Staying here would leave a window for her to get Renee...there was no way I could do that.
"What's wrong?" Edward asked, kneeling beside me. I inhaled deeply, realiing I had been holding my breath.
"Everything. Nothing. I'm okay."
"No. Really, I'm fine."
"Bella, will you tell me?" Jacob, who was sitting on the bed, asked. Edward glared.
"You guys! Nice to know the popularity contest my dad's death provoked; I'm sure he'd be proud." My mouth fell open as I realized what I had just said.
Jake looked down sheepishly, and Edward rose, perched awkwardly on the arm rest, and held me tightly.
"I'm so sorry... our behavior has been truly deplorable."
"Why did she do it? Why would Vicky-" I spat the name vehemently "-go after him? What did he do?"
"You didn't do anything, either," Jacob reminded me. "He did."
"He's right, Bella. You can't rationalize the thoughts of someone like Victoria."
"But they were rational," I argued. "You killed her lover, she wanted yours in return. I understand that. But, what is she trying to achieve by killing a harmless person?"
"She does that sort of thing all the time. That's what her kind-present company excluded-do." Jake put in, purposely not grouping Edward with any of the other vampires.
"Again- he's right. I-"
"I can't help but think that we're playing into some plan she has, though." And no matter if we go to Florida, or stay here, I'll think that.
"Bella? Are you okay?" Renee called up the stairs, interrupting our morbose conversation.
"Yeah, Mom. Going to bed." I replied, trying to sound weak. It wasn't very hard.
"You really should get some sleep, Bells." Jacob stood, walking to the door. "Call me when you get there?"
"Of course." Edward carried me from the chair to the bed, then layed on top of the covers beside me, humming me to sleep.