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Different Sorts

Two strangers come to Forks, Washington to investigate rumors about vampires and werewolves. What they discover changes everything ... for them, and the people they meet. But is there really such a thing as "happily ever after" when death is involved?

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9. Chapter 9

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Carlisle called Charlie and Renee from the hospital. He said Bella had fallen ill when she came to pick Edward up for the trip and she’d been taken to the hospital. He apologized for not calling sooner. He thought one of the nurses had already done so, he explained. But Bella was too sick for graduation. She’d have to stay in the hospital for a few more days.

In truth, Bella was far from sick. She was dead and perfect. But she had to explain her absence from graduation somehow – and an illness seemed easiest. Plus, this way, they wouldn’t catch the lie when her classmates said they’d never seen her at the senior trip. She’d gotten sick, of course. And at the hospital, her parents couldn’t take her temperature – wouldn’t be shocked to discover that she had no temperature. That she was, in fact, cold as death.

They visited her – brought her flowers and well wishes. Her pale pallor just added to the charade and they believed her feigned illness.

After graduation, when she was “well” again, Bella told her parents about the engagement. Since the change of events, Edward had insisted that the wedding happen sooner – rather than later. He didn’t want to prolong fooling Bella’s parents. It would only make the goodbyes harder on them all. For once, Bella didn’t argue. She agreed reluctantly – but easily.

The end of summer – late August – they set the date. Renee and Charlie weren’t exactly ecstatic about the plans. They’d just graduated high school, they were only 18 and August was soon. But there was no dissuading Bella and, reluctantly, they agreed to help plan the festivities.

Bella used the following weeks to say goodbye to her former life. Edward told her this was the only chance she’d have – and reminded her that it was more than she should have gotten. She was supposed to have said goodbye before he changed her – so they wouldn’t have to lie. But Edward still felt guilty for changing Bella when he did – before he planned it. He still wanted her to have time. So, against his better judgment, he gave her time. Time to say goodbye even after she’d already left.

Bella adjusted to life as a vampire and the painless ache for life. She still wasn’t used to the strange stillness inside her body – it felt odd that there was no longer blood in her veins. The lack of a beating heart sometimes concerned her. And she still struggled with her breathing – the act was calming, but the need wasn’t there. She also had to adjust to her heightened sensibilities – smell, hearing, speed, strength, agility. The grace was the gift she found most befuddling. She’d never been the most capable person on two feet – but suddenly, she found herself descending curving staircases with ease – galloping across roots and grassy mounds without tripping. One day she made herself fall down just to remind herself what it felt like.

She also spent less time with Edward – they had eternity – and more time with her friends and family, whom she’d never see again after the wedding. She and her mother took shopping trips to Seattle. Renee was staying in Forks for the summer to help with the wedding. Together, they bought Bella’s wedding dress together and browsed bookshops and antique stores. They went to kitschy restaurants in Port Angeles and Port Townsend. Bella even ordered food – feigning an appetite for her mother’s sake. One day they even took the ferry across to Vancouver Island and had tea in Victoria, then shopped for china and tartan blankets – not because they needed such items, but because that’s what people did when they visited Victoria.

Bella went fishing one day with Charlie. He looked at her as if she had worms coming out of her eyes when she suggested it – but after reminding him that his only daughter was getting married soon, he agreed. On other days, she tried to make time to visit him at the police station – stopping by when she knew he’d be around.

Bella even made time for her friends from school. She hadn’t spent much time with them over the last several months, but they’d been her companions during her time at Forks High School and she felt a connection to them. The connection seemed even stronger after she was dead – they were her last link to her humanity. They were all the same age now – but as her friends grew up and aged, she would forever stay the same – only her wisdom growing older. Her youth was forever immortalized – her beauty enhanced and preserved. She’d never have to worry about wrinkles or sagging body parts or aching bones. Spending time with Mike, Jessica and the others reminded her of this vast difference between them and her. She was glad she’d never have to deal with old age – but sometimes it made her sad that she’d never experience certain milestones.

But the most difficult day was two weeks before the wedding. Since Edward couldn’t go, not technically, Buffy drove with Bella out to La Push. Buffy came for protection as much as moral support.

Bella heard him working in the garage before the engine was off and she led Buffy there.

Jacob was bent low, tinkering with parts under the hood of his Rabbit, but he stiffened when they stepped into the doorway. Slowly, he turned – his nose wrinkled – and his face became confused.


“Hi Jacob,” she said, not stepping any closer. “I just wanted to come in person before I couldn’t any more …”

“What are you talking about?” he said, his eyes darting between Bella and Buffy. “I smell them. Where are they?”

“It’s just me,” Bella said. She watched his face. “I’m sorry, but it was the only way.”

Then Jacob looked closer. He saw the dark eyes, the pale skin, the dark purple bruises, the glow of a new beauty within her. And he smelled it – the putrid stench of his enemies. He growled and clenched his fists, fighting off the anger.

“I won’t let you hurt her,” Buffy said. “Believe me when I say you wouldn’t be the first werewolf I’ve killed.”

Jacob narrowed his eyes, but he believed her words. He could tell she wasn’t a vampire, but she was more than just another human. He was cautious of her. She was both an ally and an enemy.

“Bella, why?” he said, finally – sadly.

She shrugged. “I was dying. Victoria attacked and –“

“She attacked you?”

“And I was dying and it was the only way. He saved me, Jacob. It was the only way.”

“It’s not right,” he said. “You’re not supposed to be here. No Cullens are allowed on the reservation.”

“I’m not a Cullen,” she replied. “Not yet.”

“Yet?” he asked.

“Jacob, we’re getting married at the end of the month. I wanted to tell you in person. I wanted to tell you before I wasn’t allowed to see you anymore.” She sighed. “Jacob, I’ve missed you. I will miss you.”


“We’re going away, after the wedding,” she continued. She kept to business because otherwise she might break down and run to him and hug him and the nature of her existence might push Jacob over the edge. “All of us. You won’t ever see us again.”

“So the Cullens will never return to Forks?” he asked, sad but hopeful.

“Not in your lifetime,” she replied.

“He broke the treaty. When he bit you – he broke the treaty. We could kill them now,” he said.

Bella nodded. “I know. But please don’t. They’re my family now and I love them. And he only bit me to save me …”

“He was going to do it eventually, though,” Jacob replied. “You wanted it.”

“Yes.” She smiled sadly. “But it doesn’t really matter now, does it?”

He sighed and he trembled. He was fighting both sadness and anger – anger that could transform him into Bella’s mortal enemy. Into Buffy’s latest kill. “You deserved better,” he said finally.

“Maybe.” Bella shrugged. “But this is all I want.”

Jacob nodded, clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides. He was making a decision. Finally, he met her eyes. “I loved you Bella. I’ll talk to Sam and the others tonight. You have until Labor Day to leave here. And then I don’t want to see you or the Cullens on the peninsula again.”

“You have my word,” Bella said in a whisper. Then she was gone.

Buffy lingered behind, eyeing Jacob carefully. “She may be leaving,” she said. “But I’ll still be stopping by. Make sure you and your friends don’t develop a taste for anything unsavory. Savvy?”

Jacob nodded. She was just a girl. She looked like just a girl. But it was obvious – this girl was powerful. She’d killed – not humans – but monsters. Monsters like him.

When she was gone – when the rumble of Bella’s truck had long since faded in the distance – Jacob curled up on the floor of the garage and wept for his dead friend.

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