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Moonlight Serenade

The sequel to A Twist of Fate!

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

3. The Dungeon

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“J-Jacob?” I stuttered. He looked almost exactly the same as he did when I last saw him, sixty years earlier. He was still the same tall, teenage boy. Well, man technically. He was still my Jacob. I heard Jasper growl quietly. I took a step towards Jake.

“I tried to tell myself you wouldn't do that to me. I convinced them... convinced them you'd resist,” he murmured. It sounded like was was talking more to himself than to me.

I put my hand on his arm. The superheated skin was a huge contrast to my freezing palm.

“Don't touch me,” he said sharply, pulling away.

“Jake,” I whispered.

“No!” he yelled. He ran, his whole body quivering, out of the clearing.

I turned to Jasper, shaking. I had truly missed Jacob. I never voiced my feelings, never admitted them to anyone except myself. Sometimes Jasper commented on my strange moods, but he stopped asking my about them after awhile. The longing for Jacob's company was always there, picking at the back of my mind. I wanted his presence, his friendship. I wanted it more and more everyday.

Jasper gathered me into his arms. He knew I was hurting inside.

“It's okay, Bella,” he crooned into my ear.

“He ran away from me, Jasper.”

“Well, he obviously does not realize what a fantastically amazing woman you are. Only a fool would pass this up,” explained Jasper. He hugged me tighter and pressed his lips to my neck.

He slid the strap of my dress off of my shoulder.

“Not going to happen,” I sighed, pulling the strap back into place.

“I know.” I felt his frown against my throat.

“Should we tell Carlisle?” I asked.

“To be honest, I don't think he'd be interested in my lack of Bella,” Jasper replied.

“You know what I mean.”

“Yes, we should tell him. Can't it wait?” he asked. I could tell that he wanted to finish what we'd started.

“There is an emotionally scarred werewolf running around, and you think that letting him lope around all crazy is a good idea?” We had to tell someone soon.

“I never said that... I just have better things to do.”

“Come on,” I sighed. I pulled him back to the car.

“Yes, love,” he replied, giving up.

I climbed into the passenger seat while Jasper started the car.

“What will it be today, lady of the stereo?” asked Jasper, gesturing to the complicated buttons of the stereo system.

“I think The White Stripes ought to work for now.” I pushed in the CD and turned it all the way up. Jasper sang along to all the words. I was so thankful he had the same music taste as I did. If he made me sit through country or rap, I'd have gladly thrown him out the window.

When we got home, I didn't wait for Jasper to open my door. I got out and stormed into Carlisle's office.

“Jacob Black is still here and we broke the treaty however many years ago. He could attack us if he felt the desire, and I'm guessing he wouldn't be sad to see us go,” I ranted.

“Sit, Bella,” said Carlisle calmly. I took a seat in one of the elegantly carved armchairs. “Now, what exactly did Jacob say?”

“He said that he convinced 'them' I would resist...” I explained.

“By them, I'm guessing he means the others in his pack,” Carlisle thought out loud.

“But why do you think he had to convince them?” I asked.

“The vampires left Forks. Why keep running around as giant wolves when there's no reason to? Once they had enough control to restrain themselves, they'd want to grow old. They each had a family that grew older with every passing day. I'm guessing that once they had the control, they'd want to age with their spouses and children. If they spent all their time waiting for a certain family to return, it'd be impossible for them to age at all. I bet Jacob had to convince them to calm down, resist the urge to change. He only wanted the best for them.” Carlisle made a good point.

“So Jacob is the only one left?” It'd make sense. All the others would have died off by now.

“I'm not sure, but it seems likely,” replied Carlisle.


“I think the answer is obvious,” Carlisle grinned.

I thought about that. Why would Jacob keep himself from getting any older. It didn't take me very long to figure it out.

“Me,” I whispered. It was the only explanation.

He nodded.

“But... why? It's been sixty years. Why hasn't he given up yet? It's ridiculous!” I exclaimed. I stood up from the chair and started pacing.

“Come on, Bella,” said a voice from the doorway. It was Edward.

“What do you mean?” I stopped pacing and turned to him. He was leaning on the door frame.

“He was, and still is, in love with you. Do you even remember the hell we went through to get you away from him? He wanted you very badly and you know it,” he smirked.

“Stupid werewolf,” I mumbled. I pushed past Edward and fled to the room I shared with Jasper.

I flung the door open and plopped down onto the couch. Jasper was already there. He draped his arm around me.

“You know, you're cute when you get mad,” he noted.

“Why aren't you freaking out?” I asked.

“I'm not really the 'freaking out' type,” he laughed.

“I feel terrible. Jake has given up his entire life just to look for me. He passed up having children, a family, just for me.”

“Oh, he could still have a family if he really wanted one,” said Jasper.

“Yeah,” I sighed. Jasper was a master at making me feel better. He had a little bit of an unfair advantage though.

“See, there's nothing to worry about,” he whispered. He hadn't really explained why there was nothing to worry about, but I accepted the statement.

“I need to find him,” I decided. I was going to explain everything to him and he was going to listen.

“I'll come with you!”

“Jasper, I think this is something I need to do by myself.” It was very rare that I ever did anything without Jasper, but there were occasions that I needed to get away for a little.

“Oh no, you are not going to go talk to a werewolf without me. I'd never forgive myself if you came back as half a Bella.” He pulled me onto his lap.

“I think I'd want to have my left half survive, if I had to choose,” I giggled.

“Oh, I disagree. I think the right half would be the half I would want to survive. But, I guess I'll have to settle for all of you,” Jasper shrugged. “Because all of you will survive when I go with you.”

Jasper wasn't going to give up.

“If you come, you have to stay quiet. Not even a growl out of you, okay?”

“Yes, princess,” he sighed.

“And no controlling the emotions.”

“Whatever you say, your highness.” The corners of his mouth twitched. He was having trouble keeping a straight face.

“And no breathing, blinking, or moving,” I continued.

“Why don't you just lock me in the dungeon?” he asked.

“Well, first we'd have to build one... but that sounds like a great idea! I could even feed you swill, it'd be great!”

He gave in and laughed. “You could never lock me in the dungeon! You love me too much.”

“Haven't you ever heard of tough love?” I asked.

“Haven't you ever heard of common decency? It's not very decent at all to lock your loyal subjects in the dungeon”

“Oh, alright. You can come, just be nice,” I sighed. He tried to distract me from my mission, and it was working.

“I was going to come anyway, dungeon or not.”