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It has been sixteen years since Meg Cullen was kidnapped by the Volturi. Sixteen years of Edward and Bella mourning their dead daughter...supposedly killed by the Pack. Then, Meg returns to Forks. Only then does the race for answers (and survival) begin... ~SEQUEL TO MY STORY "CHOICE"~EPILOGUE: BRILLIANCE IS UP!"BY THE PRICKING OF MY THUMBS, SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES." ~MACBETH

Here it is! The sequel to Choice! Hope you enjoy it! Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters belong to the lovely Stephenie Meyer. Except the characters of Meg and Ambrosi, though. As well as the lovable (but annoying) Dean Newton. They come from my own imagination. © Edward's Rose 2008

12. Chapter 12: Missing

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Chapter Twelve: Missing


Jasper looked intently to my eyes, and we exchanged a silent, soulful look. I leapt off the sofa, hastily dialing Edward’s number.

“Edward, Bella’s gone,” I said quickly into the receiver, after hearing him pick up.

“You think I don’t know that?” he snarled. I could hear the Volvo’s engine in the background, and the anxiety and pain his voice was tangible.

“Did she leave a note? Anything…?”

“No,” he said shortly. “Have you seen her? In a vision?”

I swallowed. “No, Edward. I have no idea where she is. I-I can’t see her…it’s like something’s blocking me.”

He cursed low. “What do you mean? The last time this happened was when…” he trailed off, and the realization set in.

“The Volturi came,” I finished softly.

The silence was deafening, and my fingers tightened on the phone. “Edward?” I asked.

“I just listened to Carlisle. There’s been a murder in Forks…with all the signs of a vampire attack.”


A sharp tapping on my window caused me to jump back in surprise. With a sudden gleam of hope, I imagined Ambrosi waiting there for me… Instead, Jacob Black’s face looked at me through the panes. With a sharp exhale, I ran towards it…fumbling with the clasp and throwing it wide.

All my anger towards him seemed to melt away…all I craved was someone to talk to…share my pain. To my horror, a choking sob filled my throat as I looked into his eyes. My knees gave out underneath as the ground rushed up to meet me.

Suddenly, Jake’s arm was around my waist…saving me from the brunt of the fall.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he whispered soothingly as I drew long, shuddering breaths.

Anxiety and pain shot through me as I gazed into Jacob’s face, which was regarding me with concern.

“I’m sorry,” I said softly, viciously wiping my eyes with my sleeve.

“What’s wrong, Isabella?” he asked, gently pushing the hair away from my face.

I leaned my head against the wall, closing my eyes. A sharp sigh blew from my lips and I could tell Jake was waiting intently. He had a right to know. If the Volturi came looking for me, I wouldn’t put the Pack in danger.

“Jake,” I said slowly, opening my eyes. “I’m not who you think I am. My name’s Me-…”

Suddenly, Jacob’s grip tightened on my arm, his head swinging sharply towards the open window. A low growl ripped from his throat, and my heart began to beat faster.

“What’s wrong?” I asked quickly, struggling to push down the pain bubbling into my words.

“A leech…close by!” he snarled.


“No, Jacob…don’t go!” I said desperately, trying to keep him still.

He was already by the window, though…prepared to jump out. “Stay here, Isabella. I’ll be right back.”

Then he was gone.

“No…!” I called, but the only response I got was the distant echo from the room.

I slumped down onto the bed, burying my face in my hands. Waiting was the worst part. My eyes sought the clock anxiously…watching the numbers roll slowly. Five minutes passed…then it was ten. I thought of Jake and Ambrosi in the woods…the age-old hostility between them. My fingers knotted uselessly together, twining in my lap.

Twenty minutes had gone by.

Angrily, I leapt off the bed…blindly grabbing a coat. I was not going to stay here and wait…like some helpless, little ninny. I took off at a run down the narrow staircase, feeling the cold rush of air as I opened the door. Now, where would I find a pack of werewolves chasing a vampire…?

I took off at a run down the sidewalk, moonlight tracing my steps. My feet pounded rhythmically against the pavement, in perfect unison with the racing of my heart. I veered off sharply into the tangle of ferns, searching desperately through the inky blackness…the moon having disappeared behind a dark cloud.

“Jake!” I called, my voice seeming to echo for miles.

I continued my mad dash, ignoring the hard slaps from branches. My sense of direction seemed completely askew…the world turning rapidly like the needle of a compass.

“Jake!” I called again.

Suddenly, I heard a low snarl from behind me. I whirled around to stare into the eyes of a large wolf…no shred of recognition or compassion in its glare. It made a lunge for me, and I watched it gracefully arc above my head. In mid-air, it collided with another form…an unmistakably red wolf.

A tangle of fur fell to the ground, where Jacob pushed the other wolf away viciously. This wolf seemed younger…instantly meek to Jacob’s ferocity. He swung his head toward me, and I could almost see a dark figure reflected in his eyes…

“Did you find him?” I asked softly, leaning against a tree for support.

Suddenly, a shriek of agony pierced the night’s stillness…close by. I fought the urge to cover my ears from the sound, which was saturated with pain and hurt. Jacob turned and began running towards the sound, I following closely behind. For what I saw next, though, I was not prepared.

The breath caught in my throat as we stopped in a clearing, and I took in the scene. There was a girl curled up on the ground, her body being ripped by violent spasms of agony. Fighting down the bile in my throat, I ran towards her…crouching down.

On her neck were two small, puncture wounds. The marks of a vampire.

With shaking fingers, I put my hand on her forehead…which was burning like coals. At this, her eyes snapped open…the brown color swimming through banks of fog.

“Please…make it stop,” she moaned. At my silence, she screamed again. “PLEASE!”

Her body arched and she rolled away from me, fighting the invisible forces at work.

“Jake!” I called, turning around. “You have to stop it! Death is her best option right now, she can’t endure this agony much longer!”

He shook his head, almost in defiance. I can tell he doesn’t want to take an innocent person’s life from them…

“Jacob,” I pleaded, my voice rising over her shrieks of agony.

An image of Ambrosi flowed into my head, and my stomach flipped just at the thought of him doing this…

Slowly, Jacob took a step towards us…indecision flickering in his dark eyes.

“Help me…” she moaned, her head thrashing uselessly.

In the blink of an eye, Jacob leapt foreword. I let go of the girl, shielding my eyes from the sight. I heard a soft snapping sound, a sharp cry of pain…then silence.

Slowly, I turned towards Jacob…whose head was hung, pain flickering in his eyes. He swung his head upwards, letting forth a howl which made all the pain resurface in my heart… I regarded the girl’s still body for a moment, realizing she couldn’t have been more then my age.

“The vampire…where is he?” I asked Jacob softly.

His head jerked wildly to the right, but I didn’t wait before crashing ungracefully through the undergrowth. My mind was suddenly filled with a chorus of snarls, boiling with hate and intensity. I could vaguely see the ring of wolves, prepared to spring on something in their midst…

“Stop!” I screamed.

I pushed forewords, stepping dangerously between who I assumed to be Sam and Ambrosi. Jacob had joined the pack as well, and was watching me with a guarded wariness.

“Sam?” I questioned, staring directly into the wolf’s eyes.

He responded with a low growl, his gaze still fixed on Ambrosi.

“I know what he’s done, but please…just let me talk to him. I swear, I’ll make him leave.” I was going on luck…I had no idea what Ambrosi was going to do.

Sam responded with another snarl, and to my surprise, they slipped back into the waiting fringe of trees. The silent watchers.

Painfully, I turned towards Ambrosi…pushing down all my own feelings. He was standing still as a statue, a look of hatred on his beautiful face. His eyes glowed a frenzied red, and the intensity of the color nearly makes me stagger back in fear…

“Why did you do that?” he snarled, closing his eyes so I cannot see them.

“They were going to kill you,” I said stonily.

“Why would you even care?” he asked softly, the tone in his voice unreadable.

I don’t respond. “You bit her, Ambrosi.”

“Do you think I wanted to, Meg?” he growled, his eyes opening with a snap. “It’s our nature to hunt, and too long have I denied it…for you! I am not like the…dogs you have recently chosen as companions. I can no more control this thirst then you can control your temper.”

I ignored his comment, desperately voicing the words. “Leave, Ambrosi. Go back to Volterra. I won’t stand here and watch you be killed…just like I couldn’t watch the girl you bit writhe in the flames of hell. The next time I’ll see you, though, I’ll be a prisoner. Remember that as you go tell Jane of what you’ve done.”

To my surprise, he doesn’t turn to leave, but his eyes opened instead. Deep within those red irises, I could see the pain. Why would he care about leaving me…?

“GO!” I screamed, gathering the remnants of my voice…willing the pain away.

Then, like a wraith, Ambrosi was gone…blending into the veils of night as if he never really existed.


Invisible hands were clawing at my very self, ripping me in two. There had been a murder in Forks. No body. The barest traces of blood on the ground…just like the events which had transpired nearly twenty years ago. And my Bella…my beautiful angel, had been the cause of it. She’d never seemed to have a thirst…the very idea of blood repulsing her to no end. It amazed me how she could resist the call for so long…

And now, an innocent life had been taken. That’s why I was speeding along the empty mountain roads…back towards Forks, Washington. Where my life, our lives, had begun and ended.