Falling To The Sun | B. Swan + E. Cullen

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She sleeps in, pulling a teenager moment for once, letting herself be irresponsible before she decides that she really must get up and get some work done. There was a pile of paperwork sitting in her bag that needed to get done so they could finally be filed.

If she wanted to go with them when they left, wherever they went to, she wanted to have all of her things nicely tidied and wrapped up for them.

The forest was her brainchild for years and it was time to give it up for good, but she wasn't going to leave it a mess. She wanted things to be squared off quite nicely, if she said so herself.

And they would be. When she was done with everything it would be in the best condition that it had been in for years.

There were clothes laid across the end of the bed. Placed nicely with a pair of shoes that weren't hers, she dressed in the checkered skirt and light flowy white blouse quickly -- muttering a quiet thank you to whoever picked them out for her. It was dressy for the things she would normally wear, a theme apparently for all the clothes the Cullens gave her, but she couldn't help loving them (even the nude boots that made her feel like she walked funny).

Bouncing down the stairs, she swung herself onto the wooden floors, nearly toppling over as she bumped into Alice.

"Roman! You're up!" she chirps, steadying her easily. "I need your help with something."

She blinks. "My help?"

"He's not going to be happy about this, but I figure it won't hurt to give it a try," the girl says, leading her to the front room by the window.

Rosalie was standing there, looking out into the day with a thoughtful expression. Esme and Carlisle were stood together at the other end of the room. She waves a small hello.

"What do you need help with?" she asks, frowning. "Where are Bella and Edward?"

"I dropped Bella off this morning. Edward's with her. They're on their way back now," she says quickly, opening a map of the greater area of Forks, one that came from the police station. There were three spots circled. She recognized them immediately.

Roman traced the small circle around her own home, frown pulling deeper, before she switches her focus to the other two: the Swan and Cullen residences. "What's this?"

"Someone broke into Bella's room and took some of her things. One of our kind, a stranger. Emmett and Jasper have gone to search for any trace of him but Alice sees the trail disappearing," Carlisle tells her gently, calmly, and she can only nod at the hard facts. "Edward is returning to discuss possibilities with Alice, but you are a wonderful tracker without any enhanced senses."

"You want me to see if I can find him by looking at a map?" she questions uncertainly.

"He wouldn't let us bring you there if we tried. Not yet, anyway."

Nodding, she looks down at the map, focusing on the paper. Roman has always been able to find everything she was looking for, there was always a path that you would be able to follow, a trail that connected one thing to another, something that someone left behind no matter how hard they tried not to, and she had always been able to lock onto that. She had always been capable of finding things, of locking her mind onto it, but this, this she didn't know how to start.

She didn't even know what she was looking for other than a few vague words to turn her onto the idea. She traced the circle, widening it with each stroke of her finger, expanding the radius of the house.

Someone was in her bedroom. Her Bella's bedroom. Angry bubbled through her, a cold fury at the thought of someone trying to go after her. There was no way a vampire just stopped in because they were curious.