I think I'll speak to you at the end :)

Epilogue

It had been a month since my run in with James and I had yet to see him. Though I knew he was there. His undeniable presence told me so.

When he'd left and Edward had taken his place, Edward had said nothing. Though I know he'd heard and seen everything through James' thoughts. His hesitance towards me told me so.

He'd walked me back home, and kissed me on the cheek, but his interactions with me did not surpass that. Instead he insisted that he had to be leaving and I still have no idea where he went. Maybe he confronted James. Maybe he didn't.

Our relationship resumed as normal the next time I saw him. At least, if you were on the outside you would've thought so.

We saw each other near enough every day, he was affectionate and we talked about anything and everything. He even took me to our meadow again, once and we spent hours in each other's company without getting bored.

But he was worried.

He must have known that James was still around. Even I knew, even without any advanced vampire senses, and I had yet to actually see him. We hadn't talked about it at all since, not about what James had said, why he was there, or even what he did and it was driving a small but noticeable wedge between us, as much as I hated to admit it.

As I lay in bed, thinking this all through, I realised that perhaps it should be my job to bring it up. I assumed that the reason he didn't want to talk to me about it was because he thought that I didn't want to, that it might affect my progress in some way. It can't have been worse than this, and was actually having the opposite effect, especially on nights like this, where Edward had gone on one of his 'hunting' trips, leaving me alone in the dark.

The unanswered questions I had for James were swimming around in my head, eagerly wanting to escape, but it was useless; they weren't going to be answered any time soon.

The wind was blowing outside, and it took a lot of effort not to jump the first time the sound whistled through my window. Especially with the knowledge that James was definitely out there, somewhere.

I was tempted to rush out of bed and pull the window completely shut, rather than leave it cracked open as it was, but I couldn't force myself to get out of the bed. It was as though the covers were acting as a protective force against any possible harm, a somewhat less effective comforter than Edward.

"Bella" I thought I heard a whisper of my name, though the rationality of that idea was poor as no one was about, and I could hear Charlie snoring in his room. But I knew it was more than my imagination toying with me. I had heard my name, from somewhere.

I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to ignore it, all the while my instincts telling me it was time. That I knew who it was.

There was a gentle tap on my window and I jumped in shock, not because it was frightening, but because I didn't think this would happen. As I opened my eyes to slits however, I saw what I had thought I would: James holding himself up on the window ledge having – I assumed at least – scaled my walls Dracula style.

Hesitantly, I dragged myself over to the window, making sure I pulled my bed covers with me for my own sense of security.

"Can I come in?" He asked as I approached him, getting straight to the point, to which I shook my head cautiously; I may be curious, but I wasn't a complete idiot. "You're not going to let me in?" he asked again as though he was surprised, and once again I shook my head. We could talk as we were.

He seemed to consider this for a moment before he shrugged it off. "You had some questions for me, I believe?"

"Why are you here?" I asked, straight to the point. I didn't just mean now, and I hoped he knew how I meant it.

He smiled, "To answer your questions." He smiled, though it faded when he saw my glare and instead, he sighed and continued, "Because I wanted to see you, of course. You can get very used to someone's presence, you know."

I shook my head, "You kissed me! That was unnecessary. Why did you do that? You know Edward was nearby."

He smiled smugly, "I think the real question here, Bella, is why you let me. I kissed you because I wanted to and because Edward needed to know he had competition. If you were so worried about upsetting him, you shouldn't have let me do it."

That threw me off for a moment. I stared at him blankly, willing something coherent to come to mind. I didn't let him, I had no choice. Did I? I don't think he would have stopped if I'd asked him to, would he?

"It wouldn't have made a difference if I'd tried." I answered, though without much conviction.

He shook his head, "You might not believe me, but I wouldn't have made you. It would have hurt me if you had, but I would have stopped for you."

I didn't know how to take that. Whether it was the truth or not, I had no idea, but I didn't want to dwell on it. I had other questions to ask him, and no idea how long he was willing to stick around to answer them.

"Have you and Edward seen each other since?"

"Oh yes, we've had a few run-ins since our last meeting, Bella. He's very moody, isn't he?" he smirked, but when I simply stared at him, he rolled his eyes and continued, "Very sorry for hurting your boyfriend's feelings." He said sarcastically, "He hurt mine though, when his family took you away from me. I was enjoying your company, you know, and I know you were beginning to feel the same. I've simply told him that, and that I won't be giving up."

"Giving up on what? Why have you only just come now, why didn't you just come straight to me again rather than hurt him?" I asked, frustration bubbling up inside of me.

"Where's the fun in that?" he asked rhetorically, "Really, because I wanted you to want me to come back. I know you did, you've been waiting for me."

It was true, I had been, maybe not for the reasons he was expecting or even wanted, but I had been. I wasn't going to admit that and give him the satisfaction though.

Instead I simply said, "I love Edward." And left it at that.

He didn't respond instantly, he seemed to think it through over and over. After a while, he smiled, coming to some realisation.

"Perhaps." He paused, "But you love me too, I'm counting on it." And with that he waved once in parting and was out of sight, whilst I stood debating with myself whether or not he was right.

Ok, so first off, I'm sorry that I took a lot longer than a couple of days to update... Uni life is HARD :/
Secondly, thank you so much for all of you that have read the entire story, particularly those of you who have stuck it out from the get-go, you are all amazing. I've loved all of you who have given me encouragement, appraisal, constructive criticism, and willed me to continue writing even when it got tough and even just those of you who have bothered to even open this story in the first place.
I hope you enjoyed reading the story... I almost can't believe it's over.
Again, thank you :)