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Moonlight Serenade

Summary:
The sequel to A Twist of Fate!


Notes:
Okay, I know where I'm going with this story. AND I'M EXCITED! So... you should be too :D


11. Classic

Rating 5/5   Word Count 1299   Review this Chapter

After I stopped struggling, Jacob took me to Sam and Emily's house. It looked exactly the same as it did the last time I had been there. He unlocked the door and let me in. Axelle was sitting in the corner rocking back and forth. The lights were off, the furniture was dusty.

“Axelle!” I breathed. He had locked her in the house by herself! She could have gotten hurt.

“Mommy!” she cried. She stood up and ran full speed into me. I crouched in front of her and hugged her as tight as I could without hurting her.

“The man is scary,” she whispered into my ear. I heard Jacob snort.

“Yes,” I murmured, hugging her closer. She was visibly shaken. I sat on the ground. “How come we're here?” I asked Jacob.

“Sam left it to me in his will. It really was nice of him. I would have thought he'd leave it to his kid, but no, it was me. It has come in handy, at least,” he explained.

I sighed, waiting for Jasper to come to the rescue. It was only a matter of time, after all. Jacob had to know that much. He couldn't have thought that he'd get away with taking Axelle and me. Jasper would not take kindly to Jacob's actions, not at all.

Jake picked me up off of the ground and stood me in front of him.

“Now, Bella, since we know you love me more than that leech, you know what you should do, right?” he asked.

I wasn't quite following him. “No....”

“I'll give you a hint,” he said. He forcefully smashed his lips to mine. His tongue jammed into my mouth. This time when I aimed a punch, it hit it's mark. I hit him square in the face, a difficult feat when I was almost cemented to him.

“Fuck!” he screamed.

As if we had timed it perfectly, Jasper ripped the front door off its hinges.

“You bastard, you goddamn bastard,” he seethed. He looked calm on the surface, that was the scary part. The calm angry was always the worst kind of angry.

I saw him stalk towards Jacob, his eyes not leaving his prey for a second. I couldn't help but feel sorry for Jacob. He was crazy, obnoxious, and rude, but he was also my friend. I knew that things were different now, especially since he kidnapped me, but I could not watch idly while Jasper tried to kill him. I almost felt obligated to protect him. It was irrational, but I couldn't help it. After all, Jacob had saved my life how ever many years ago. I had a debt to pay.

When Jasper lunged, I blocked. I knew I was risking getting hurt, but I didn't care.

“Bella, what the hell!? Let me kill the dog!” yelled Jasper.

“No!” I replied through clenched teeth. I was mentally draining myself. “Stop! Jasper, please!”

The odd thing was, Jacob was trying to get Jasper, too. It was like I had contained him in my shield bubble. I was keeping both of them from killing each other.

He paused, glaring at me. “I will kill him,” he promised.

“No, you wont,” I replied. “Jacob, stay away from me, my family, and the entire town of Forks. Consider this your get out of jail free card. I swear, Jacob, if you so much as set foot near any of us, I will personally rip you to sheds. Get out,” I growled. I removed my protection from him and collapsed on the ground.

It was like Jacob had snapped out of his kidnapper stage. He stood up straight and shook his head. “Bella, I am so sorry... I'm sorry,” he whimpered before hastily exiting the house.

Jasper stood where he was, frozen. “Bella, why?” he breathed.

“I couldn't let you kill him... I just couldn't,” I gasped. Using my power left me exhausted. It was times like that where I wish I could sleep. It'd make everything so much easier.

He hoisted me into his arms and somehow managed to get Axelle, too. When I realized he wasn't going to our house, I realized he actually was. He was going to our new house. He didn't say a word, he was quietly fuming the entire time.

When we got to the driveway, he set us both down.

“Where are we?” asked Axelle. She threw her arms into the air, the typical kindergarten reaction.

“Our house,” said Jasper.

“This isn't our house. Our house was at a different spot,” replied Axelle.

“We have a new house now. Daddy bought it,” I explained.

We started the walk up the long drive at Axelle's pace. Jasper and I each grabbed one of her hands. She skipped.

“Where are Uncle Emmett, Rose... Rosalie, and Eric, Oops! I mean... Uncle Edward. Sorry, I forgot he wasn't from mermaid movie. I want to watch that movie. Can we watch it right now?” she asked. She had changed her question halfway through, so I answered both.

“The rest of the family is still going to live at the other house. We can visit whenever you want to. Just tell us when you want to go, we'll take you. And as for the mermaid movie, I don't even know if we have it at this house yet,” I explained.

“What?! No mermaid movie?!” she exclaimed. By then we were in front of the house. I couldn't help but admire it a second time.

“Not yet, but you can go see our new house,” I said. She ripped away from our hands and burst into the house. A chorus of “whoa's” and “ooh's” echoed from inside.

“Want to take a look?” asked Jasper.

I took a deep breath and nodded.

When I walked in, my jaw dropped. The bottom floor was open and bright. Light wood floors blanketed the ground. The kitchen, living room, and dining room, were all visible in the open space. Like one giant room instead of three separate ones. The walls were cream colored, dripping with fine art. The back wall had a huge screen door, leading to the backyard. The furnishings fit just right in the room, everything was perfect. There was a spiral staircase off to one side.

“We do have it!” rang Axelle's voice from the top floor. I chuckled.

“You already stocked her room?” I asked.

“I didn't want her to be bored. After all, she will be living here until she is at least forty,” said Jasper.

I laughed. “Just because you are a little overprotective does not mean she has to live with us till she's forty.”

He sobered up. “How are we going to explain what happened back there?” asked Jasper.

“Maybe we should just sit her down and tell her. Not the whole truth, mind you, but enough of it to clear it up a bit,” I suggested.

“We could do that, but what if she doesn't accept it?”

“She's five, Jasper. I don't think she'll think we're lying to her,” I said.

He sighed. “Five years old and we're already lying to her. Soon we're going to have to tell her that whenever she touches a boy she'll get pregnant, then the curfews, the boyfriends. She can't have one of those until she's twenty-one.”

“Oh, hush,” I laughed.

“Hello! I don't know how to fit this in the thing!” yelled Axelle. I was assuming “this” was the DVD, and “the thing” was the DVD player.

“Coming!” I called.

“After The Little Mermaid we explain?” asked Jasper.

“Yes, after the little Mermaid we'll explain.”

I sighed, mentally prepping myself for an hour and a half of a seventy-year-old, singing, animated, little kid, Disney movie. It was a classic, after all, and I couldn't think of anywhere else I'd rather be.