Salvation, Iowa

"Sammy," I drag out my brother's name trying to get his attention. "What!" Sam snaps turning to his brother. "Whoa," I throw up my hands in muck surrender. Ever since he has gotten these visions he's been on edge, but this is something different. It's not Meg, it's something that snapped when we left Forks a year ago.

"You still haven't seen her again?" I ask from my bed in the shitty motel that we are staying in. "Where's dad?" Sam asks, changing the subject. Pulling at his hair, "he should be back," covering his face he tries to hide his emotions. "Dean I should be glad that I don't have any visions of her that means she is not in danger, right? But I saw her. I saw that look in her eyes. I know that she will go after them. And she is going to get hurt and I can't control these stupid visions," he slams a hand down on the desk in front of him clearing it of the papers stacked on it. "What if she is hurt. Then it's my fault."

"After we get the gun back all of us will go to Forks and find her." I stand from the bed. "She is okay. She is one badass woman. If she is out there fighting vampires you can bet she is holding her own." Sam turns to look at me. "I'm sorry," he shakes his head, "I'm just stressed out about dad and what Meg has planned. I'm not thinking clearly." Biting my tongue. I control the urge to tell my brother to stop being an idiot and go get the girl.

Bella

One whole year that's all that has passed and yet I've killed as many undead as that are in the South. I just caught wind that the Cullen's are two miles out of Salvation, Iowa.

"What are you going to do when you find them?" My best friend Damon asks. "Kill them?" I throw the idea out there. Thinking of Edwards' perfect skin burning. "What of Esme or Alice?" He asks eying a blond in the crowded bar. Damon is a vampire but a different type of vampire. He is also a hunter. Not officially but he tags along on some of my missions. Our desire to explore the unknown and make sense of this crazy world fueling us.

"They left me, remember," I toss back my glass wanting a buzz. Something to make these decisions easier. "And Jasper?" He asks saving the best for last. Jasper Whitlock. The only Cullen I don't hold responsible for those few months of hell I went through with Edwards departure. "He will be spared of course," turning to my best friend. "Enough nonsense. You aren't going to see me for a while, where is my goodbye?"

With that he forgets about the blond snack and feasts on me. Attacking my lips first. We make out like a bunch of horny teenagers. His hands roam my body without restraint. Using his straight he shoves me up against the bar. Releasing my lips he kisses down my jaw and to my neck. Licking on the spot he has taken blood from so many times I can't help but let my mind wander to all the times he has drank from me. Every position, every feeling. "Hotel," I breathe in between his hot kisses on my neck. If I didn't remind him I'm sure he would have taken me right there in the bar.

Tomorrow I leave for Iowa.