"Tell Charlie we'll go at night," Edward whispered in Bella's ear, even though she didn't need it. He was just used to it. "When it's dark," he added, smiling. Alice was the best. She deserved another yellow porsche for everything. He winked at Alice, a thank-you in advanced.

"Oh, I won't do anything," Jacob said. "Yet." He grinned at Seth. He sighed. Bella had already turned, he knew that. It was obvious. But he didn't want that. He hated the thought of her being eternally damn. But, nothing could be taken back, and he would have to learn to deal with it.

"We'll have some fun soon," he laughed at him, throwing an arm around Seth's shoulder, very brother-like. "I won't do anything, so don't worry," he said. Though he didn't believe it himself.

"Oh! 8s fine. I doubt there's going to be any game on so, I guess you and I- I mean you, Edward and I can have dinner. If you want you can bring over Alice." he suggested.

Novak teleported into the mid air, a few miles above ground level. As he was falling rapidly, he grabbed his map and looked around Washington. "Hmm there's Colton, Cheney, and... Forks, I think, Washington." he murmured to himself. The wind blew hard against every inch of his body. His hair was wild and his map was almost torn from the winds. "Forks..." he decided. And he vanished on the spot, in midair.

Rolice almost puked in the plane. Not from airsickness but from all the muggles surrounding her. "Damn..." she cursed under her breath... She felt like transforming at this point...

"Thanks Alice, I'll be upstairs if anyone needs me." He smiled and walked slowly upstairs, only wanting nothing but time with Esme.

Seth let himself be led away by Jacob. His almost indifferent attitude confirmed some of Seth's previous suspicions, and he was instantly alert, although he was careful to conceal it.

'You won't do anything?' Seth echoed, disbelief lacing his tone. 'You're kidding right, Jake? You're the last person who'd just sit there not doing anything, and you know it.' Seth finished, poking Jacob in the ribs. 'And what's this about fun? I'm not sure I like your definition of fun. It's landed us boys into more trouble than I can keep tabs on!' Seth continued, his eyes narrowing.

Sam Uley rubbed his eyes, waking a bit late that morning after the first decent night of sleep. The sound of sizzling bacon wafted from the doorway. Emily was already up. He smiled---a bittersweet grin. Her scars stood out clearly, too clearly. They still flashed mangled and bloody instead of the gnarled lines creeping and invading her beauty. Need to know the reason for his insomnia now? Groaning and nearly punching a hole through the wall as he stretched, Sam rose from the bed with a brutish grace and advanced toward the shower.
He emerged twenty or so minutes later, clad in jeans---leaving his torso shirtless. The air careening through the open window was rather hot. Almost unbearable. "Morning, Emily!" he boomed long before reaching the kitchen and grinned at her from the doorway. "I'll be in in a moment, just need to call Jake." His tone took a graver note and he disappeared into the cozy living room, the phone his aim.
"Pick up, Jake," he growled, dialing the number a second time. Billy wasn't much into answering phones these days, was he?

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Angelica's palm pounded rhythmically against the washed out forest soil and scattered branches. Numerous times, the cruel roots and twigs wanted to pierce the ash pale hands that so roughly trudged on them, but her flesh was no match for the weak, reed-like forest. Angelica was full, in a marginally better mood than she was most days. Yet, her eyes nearly popped out of her head, staring for the tiniest movement among the shrubbery. Her keen ears yearned for the most lucid scamper of a bunny or whatever these familiar Washington forests contained. People were a rarity, though more frequent than say 150 years ago. It was completely desolate. Now, Angelica's harassed brain could at least endure the crushing silence if a car occasionally whizzed by on the nearby highway. Better yet, if the cracking twigs she'd hear symbolized a lost hunter. Her tongue traced over her ebony-painted lips in despair. "I...want...a...human!" she moaned in despair.
Another mile gone. Her lace shirt caught onto everything, trying to hinder her from nearing Forks. People, happy-faced people lived there. So much life. So much blood. The lace was soon reduced to shreds, leaving the velvet slip underneath as Angie picked up speed.
The smell of pavement was not to far away. Angie sighed placidly, finally crawling to her feet and picking a few burrs from her fluid curtain of blonde hair. Spotting the paralleograms of gray between the rivulets of trees, she advanced. The sign not far away indicated that downtown Forks was four miles up that road. Her crimson eyes glowed in a satisfaction. Angie left the shelter of the trees, looking like a very distorted image of a little girl. No worries about the passers by----she adored the attention. Small bare feet made not so much as an echo on hot pavement. She couldn't wait to make headlines as the elusive massacre to hit this forsaken town in broad daylight.

'Mhmm. I kinda know you too well.' Seth muttered, shaking his head ruefully. Smirking, to signal he was only messing around, Seth looked ahead at the water. 'Why'd they return? Good question. To that, I have no...' He stopped mid-sentence, as Jacob flew backwards into the direction of his house. Following quickly, Seth jogged back in, hearing Jacob's husky voice answering the telephone.

Realizing she was lost in the woods in her human form, she muttered curses under her breath. Humans did not have good tracking skills at all. Now, she would have to turn into her wolf form for her to get back to La Push. Looking around her for anyone, she stopped for a moment, asking herself if she would rather be lost than transform and hear everyone's thoughts.

Frowning, she jumped forward gracefully in the air and landed on the soft ground with four paws. She was always amazed by the changes in her transformation. The differences from being a human to a werewolf. The sensitive hearing, the sense of smell... Speaking of smell, she whimpered and cringed as that alien scent hit her strongly. Vampires. They were back. Growling, she sniffed the ground to bear her location and began running as fast as a natural predator could back to La Push.

"Yeah, Jake, glad I caught you," Sam began, silently thanking the receiver for finally getting someone's attention. "Listen, I don't mean to worry you..." he paused, realizing that his facade was transparent. It was no use to try to sound jovial. His face was so grave that he looked twice his age when he cast a quick glance in the living room mirror. "I was wondering if you could maybe get some of the gang together and scout the forest. I smelled them last night when I was walking. It wasn't the Cullens, either. Another vampire." The speed and trepidation in his voice picked up. "I don't think whoever it is is a friend, Jake."

Alice smiled, she liked being helpful. The small vampire waved shyly at Rosalie as she came in. "Morning Rose," She whispered but Bella's phone conversation flashed in front of her eyes again. "I'd love to come if you'll have me" She smirked as she nodded towards Carlisle as he left.

"Right then," Sam barked, nodding vigorously even though his companion couldn't see him. "Yeah...my place. Okay. I'll transform and stick around the woods outside the house. Call if you need me, so to speak." He managed a feeble chuckle that could barely even get past his adam's apple and out of his throat. "Bye." The phone was dripping with sweat from his body heat, a small crack inching halfway through one end of the receiver.
Sighing disheartedly, he dropped the phone and loped off to the kitchen for what smelled like pancakes.

Seth leaned against the doorway to the living room, his arms crossed over his chest, his face void of any emotion. Being the calmest one in the gang, he'd learnt early that not showing any emotion was the best way to keep the situation under control.

He listened intently to Jacob's side of the conversation, silently cursing the fact that in his human form, he couldn't read the thoughts of the person on the other end. Round up the others, eh? He thought to himself, that atleast confirmed that Jacob was definitely talking to another of the Quileute gang. Racking his memory, Seth remembered that he'd seen Quil and Embry, along with Alyssia loitering along the beach when he'd sprinted over to Jake's place.

Silently, he slipped out of the house. He might as well start alerting those nearest first. Breaking into a run, his gaze scanned the length of the beach for the trio. Noticing them not too far, he slowed down slightly, calling out, 'Embry, Quil, Alyssia! Get yourselves here quick. The vampire clan's back in town and we need to hurry.'

Jacob chuckled exactly as Sam did, and slamed the phone in its cradle. He looked around for Seth. "Where'd that boy go?" he said, looking around. He shrugged and ran to Leah Clearwater. "Hey, Leah. Sam said to search the forest for other vampires," he said. "Meet us at Sam's place later, OK?" he said, and running to Quil and Embry and...Seth. "Sam said to search the woods for a new vampire. Not the Cullens, apparently. Meet up at his house when you get done."

"Are you Serious?" Embry laughed. "Oh, we'll have a great time," he said and stood up. "I'll take the south side," he smiled. He loved this; searching for vampires.

'Who else is left?' Seth queried. 'There's you, me, Quil, Embry, Alyssia, Leah and Sam himself. I'm forgetting someone though. But who?' Growing increasingly frustrated, he looked to the other four. 'We need to have everyone alerted, who knows how dangerous this new comer is?

Smacking his forehead, he remembered Jared and Paul. 'But wait, there's a couple females we're missing, too. I don't really know them too well.' Turning to Alyssia, he continued, 'Do you know either of them well? Any chance you know where they might be?'

Frantically scanning the horizon, his gaze fell upon a woman standing by the cliffs. Narrowing his eyes in order to see better, he called out, 'That girl, over by the cliffs! Isn't she one of us?''

"Jared and Paul," Jacob laughed. "I'll get them both. You can go ahead with Alyssa or Embry. I'll be with you guys later," he said. He ran to Jared. "Jared. Sam said that there are a new vampire around here. He told us to search the forest for it. We'll meet at Sam's house later."

Jared nodded. "I'll see you then," he said, running into the forest quickly. He quickly phased, wondering how many others would have. I'll take the North, he thought, not sure if anyone could hear him.

Jacob sighed. Just one more...right? The pack had gotten too big. He laughed and began to run toward Paul. "PAUL!" he shouted. "PAUL! Sam said that there are a new vampire around here. He told us to search the forest for it. We'll meet at Sam's house later," he repeated.

Startled to a halt, she stood in front of Jacob Black panting heavily. Cursing him for being in his human form, and cursing the fact that she couldn't change without being stark naked in front of him, she listened to his hurried speech. Realizing that the smell that had hit her in the woods wasn't the Cullens, her stomach flipped over. A new vampire? She thought to herself.

Do the Cullen's know about this? She asked, hoping one of them would be in their wolf form to respond. I'll take the west side of the forest. She said. Howling loudly once, knowing the boys and Alyssia would hear here, she turned around and headed back the way she came.

Meanwhile, the vampire in question that had Sam and the pack all stirred up, placidly pattered down the highway, a mile closer to Forks. Angelica sucked the excess bear blood that had dried on her hands from a rather satisfying feeding frenzy last night. The only thing off on her was her face, a intensifying wild crimson gaze nearly shot a red laser through the pavement. Angelica was frustrated. The marginal good mood was beginning to wear off and her true breed came into effect. Her sadistic smirk only grew as she calmly noted the sign that mentioned her distance was a mere two miles. "Still alive, Daddy," she cooed in a voice much like the Hogwarts ghost Moaning Myrtle. "And going to a feast." As if her long-deceased and despised father could hear her. As if he would shudder in misery at her mentions of him. He may have forgotten, but Angie did not.

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"Stop the camera!" Laila's shrill voice echoed through the cavernous space of the Port Angeles skating rink as her sharp blades splattered ice all over her coach's slacks. "I refuse to be filmed unless I land the salchow right. Got it?!" Swiping a lock of her stray bangs back into place and scooping in a lung-full of air, the clearly bratty Laila Mistino swooped off again, pirouetting through the air in a double axel and heading into a backspin. Her coach and mother were perched right beside the entrance of the ice, Coach Clemens holding a video camera in his