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
6. Chapter 6: Secrets
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Chapter Six: Secrets
“And that’s what happened,” Jacob finished sadly.
I stared at his face for a moment, not knowing what to say. His mouth was set in a tight line, face carved in pain.
“She really thought you killed her daughter?” I asked softly.
He nodded. “That was the deepest hurt of all. Of course I was jealous and angry. But I would’ve never killed that baby…because it was Bella’s. She could’ve been mine, not his…and how could I have done that to someone like my own daughter?”
Jacob hung his head, dark hair falling into his eyes. I resisted the urge to reach out and comfort him, like a sister.
“So Bella’s still alive somewhere? Edward too?”
He gave a dry laugh, which sounded more like a bark. “As far as I know, yes. She probably can’t even remember me now…Enough about my sad and pathetic life, though. What about you? Why the keen interest in bloodsuckers?” Despite the bravado, I could still hear the agony in his voice.
I sighed. “I was raised by them.”
His head swung around quickly, surprised. “What?”
“My parents died in a fire after I was born. The Volturi took me in.”
Jake ran a hand through his hair. “Damn, I’m sorry. We’ve crossed paths with them before. Those are some pretty bad-ass leeches.”
“You have no idea,” I said coolly.
“Why are you in Forks?”
“I don’t want to talk about it!” I snapped, rising quickly from the log.
I was being unfair, talking to Jacob this way. I began pacing furiously, and Ambrosi’s face flashed before my eyes. His dark curls were ruffled by a slight breeze, a light smile on his flawless lips.
“Go away!” I hissed…feeling the pain bubbling up inside of me.
I felt a warm touch on my arm. “Come on, Bell-Isabella. I’ll give you a ride back to town.” We began walking towards his house, a few people eyeing us curiously.
Suddenly, a tall, lean figure stepped out in front of us.
“Who’s this, Jake?” a deep voice asked.
I looked into the face of a man with copper-like skin and gentle, dark eyes. Pure strength and authority seemed to radiate from him and I returned his gaze evenly.
Jacob leaned casually against the side of a house…not at all intimidated. “Sam, this is Isabella. Isabella, this is Sam…our pack leader.”
Sam’s eyes shifted between us for a minute, nostrils flared. “A pleasure, Isabella. Jake, can I talk to you for a minute?” His voice was controlled, but I could barely understand the emotions raging underneath it.
“Fine,” Jacob answered, following Sam around the back of a house. Puzzled, I stepped forwards…surprised that I could hear their voices, which were barely above a whisper.
“What are you doing, Jacob?”
“Was about to give her a ride back to town,” he answered casually.
“She’s the one who pulled that…trick on you in the woods!”
“So?” his voice was steely now, the casual manner gone.
“Can you smell that, Jacob? Or are you choosing to ignore it?”
“Isabella was raised by bloodsuckers, Sam. Some of their scent is bound to remain on her.”
“No, that’s not it. That child isn’t as innocent as she seems. She’s one of them…our sworn enemies!”
“Stop it; you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!”
“Don’t do this again. Bella’s gone. No matter how hard you try, that girl won’t replace her…you can’t keep denying what she is…”
I didn’t hear what Sam was going to say, for in a whirlwind, Jacob rounded the building. He grabbed me roughly by the arm, steering me towards what looked like a garage. It was only then did I notice tremors ripping violently through his body…the edges of him seeming to blur.
“Come on!” he snarled.
My eyes widened to twice their normal size, for I saw a motorcycle leaning carelessly against the wall. Jacob slid onto it, and the engine roared angrily to life.
Crap. This looked dangerous…and possibly life threatening. A sudden burst of recklessness possessed me and I hopped on behind Jacob. With a jolt, we were off…speeding down the road out of La Push.
“Lean with the curves…go with it,” he commanded.
I clung tighter to Jacob’s waist, and leaned far out as we rounded a curve.
“Megan Elizabeth! This is irresponsible and dangerous! Get off right now!” a familiar voice said.
I jerked back wildly, causing the bike to swerve dangerously.
“Don’t do that!” Jacob yelled.
I regained my balance and felt like crying. The voice…that beautiful voice, the one which had saved me in Volterra. Whose voice was it…? Megan Elizabeth, my real name?
“Meg…” the voice warned.
“Pull over!” I yelled.
“Just do it,” I pleaded.
With a loud sigh, Jake pulled over…the engine’s purr melting away. I stumbled off the leather seat, my knees buckling.
“Thank you,” the voice breathed, its tone relieved and slightly amused.
Suddenly, I saw the flashing lights of a familiar police car…Chief Swan!
“No, no, no!” Jacob exclaimed angrily.
“What?” I choked.
“Charlie can’t see me! How do I explain why I look exactly as I did sixteen years ago?”
“Wait…” I begged.
But he was gone into the waiting fringe of trees, leaving me doubled over with an abandoned motorcycle.
“Stay there,” he said sternly before melting away.
A car door slammed, accompanied by the shuffling of feet. “Isabella, what are you doing out here?”
I painfully looked up into his face. “I-I…”
His eyes swerved towards the bike. “Oh no, did it tip on you?”
I thought quickly. “Um…yes. I’m alright, though.”
“Well, thank God. These things are dangerous…never liked ‘em.” He pulled me up.
“Thank you. It was stupid of me…I saw some of the other kids doing it so I thought I would try. I know a mechanic nearby…I’ll take it back right now.” I felt bad for lying.
“I wouldn’t advise riding these things anymore, though. Okay?”
I nodded earnestly. “Yes, sir. I knew it was a bad idea.”
He cleared his throat, a sad smile on his lips. “You’re a good kid. You remind me a lot of my little girl.”
I felt the tears coming. He didn’t even know his daughter could still be alive…With a slight wave, he left. His form bent in a tired and pained way. I watched him drive off, the tears spilling over onto my cheeks. Why was I crying for a person I hardly knew…?
“It’s okay,” Jacob said, emerging from the trees. He slung an arm around my shoulders in a brother-like fashion. “Charlie’s a good guy…he’ll be okay.”
I nodded, brushing my cheeks with the back of a hand. A clap of thunder sounded as I stared up at the darkening sky. Its depths held too many secrets…secrets which I silently wished to be told.
I wandered aimlessly throughout the house, letting my fingers trail over the wall paper. Edward and I had been living like recluses in Canada for the past few years. Of course it rained here too. Finding a place where it didn’t rain was a harder challenge then I’d thought…
“Bella?” Edward called.
“Yes?” I trailed into the living room where Edward stood by the piano, back turned towards me. His head was bent as he gazed out the windows, and I could tell something was wrong.
“What is it?” I asked carefully, putting a hand on his shoulder.
He turned towards me, face etched in pain. “Bella, my love, I’m so sorry…” he brushed my face with his fingertips, the cold touch not even registering.
“Sorry for what? Edward…”
“I just received a phone call from Carlisle. Charlie died of a heart attack yesterday.”
I was too stunned to even think as Edward pulled me into his arms. My dad was dead…gone. And I’d never get to see him again.
“No…he can’t have,” I whimpered.
“I’m so sorry…” Edward whispered, tightening his arms around me.
I drew away sharply. “I’ve got to go to the funereal…” I couldn’t even finish. We’d hide from view; I just wanted to see him one last time.
Edward nodded grimly, not even arguing with me. “Alright, then we’re going back.”
“Back to Forks,” I finished solemnly.
Back to Forks…
- Chapter 1: Aurora
- Chapter 2: Compromise
- Chapter 3: Rain
- Chapter 4: Past
- Chapter 5: Annoyance
- Chapter 6: Secrets
- Chapter 7: Closer
- Chapter 8: Balance
- Chapter 9: Motions
- Chapter 10: Dance
- Chapter 11: Empty
- Chapter 12: Missing
- Chapter 13: Escalate
- Chapter 14: Intertwined
- Chapter 15: Breath
- Chapter 16: Immortal
- Edwards Rose
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