This story starts a month after Eclipse ends, and talks about what Bella will do with Jacob, because he is obviously having trouble letting go. Will she pull an Edward on him, (as if I never existed), or will Jacob get over it on his own, maybe imprinting along the way? Or maybe, just maybe, she'll run off with him and live her life as a 'wolf girl' instead of a 'vampire girl'. Or will the Volturi get her first?
I got quite a few of my ideas for my story from another fanfiction called Consequences, by helloeverybody, posted on www.bellaandedward.com, but I also received some of my ideas from my friend Kara, who is not currently a member of this site, but is, like me, an avid follower of the Twilight series. We come up with the ideas together, and then I write the story. She is also my editor, so I would like to thank both her and helloeverybody for their ideas and their input.
8. Chapter 8
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Edward’s point of view
I sighed in relief. It was almost over. I hadn’t left her side at all throughout those three days, but it had been so hard to bear. I had messed up, I hadn’t protected her, and she had paid the price. The first few hours had been horrible, those hours of screaming. The pain in her eyes had been heartbreaking-it was all my fault. After that, though, Alice had brought the morphine, and Bella had fallen into a fitful slumber. She hadn’t screamed much after that, but it had been obvious she was still in pain. She had been feverish, calling out to me for help. My poor Bella had screamed in pain at first, but by the end her throat had been so sore she could barely whisper my name.
I looked down at my angel’s troubled face, remembering what I had gone through so many years ago when Carlisle changed me, and I hoped that what she had had to go through hadn’t been as horrible. I sat there for the longest time, just stroking her face as she whimpered in pain. I listened to her heart as it slowed, and then finally, my favorite noise in the world, the beating of my Bella’s heart, stopped.
I rested my head in my hands. She really was one of us now. I sat there, trying to decide whether or not I should feel happy about this, but my emotions were confused. Would she still be my Bella? Could she forgive me for turning her into a monster? I looked back at her and gasped. She was stunning. I hadn’t thought it would be possible for her to be anymore beautiful then she had been, but looking at the flawless face of my angel, I knew I had been wrong. I stroked her face lovingly, and she began to stir. I called out softly to the rest of my family, but I knew they could hear me. It had been three days, and my Bella would be waking soon.
Jake’s point of view
Oh man, my head hurt. Where was I? I groaned as a struggled to sit up, but something restricted my movements. I looked down. I was tied to my bed! What had happened? I searched my memory.
Oh, I remember now! It was Bella-she had been bitten by those filthy foreign bloodsuckers! My rage welled up inside me as I remembered why she had been unprotected, and why I wasn’t at her side right now. How could they keep me away from her like this, when they knew she needed me? I looked disdainfully down at my restraints. Did they seriously think a few chains could keep me away from Bella? I phased into a wolf so I could break my bonds. At least, I tried to. I felt myself begin to shake, but no transformation was occurring.
Why wasn’t I turning into a werewolf? I tried again, frantic now. Was there something wrong with me? I still couldn’t do it!
“SAM!!!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. Sam walked in quickly, looking at me regretfully.
“I’m sorry, Jake, truly I am, but we can’t have you chasing after those leeches. You’d get hurt, or someone else would trying to help you,” he said, shaking his head.
“What did you do to me?” I screamed. “Why can’t I phase back?”
“Look around more closely,” was all he said. I did, and to my surprise, I saw little flowers strewn across the floor.
“What the-what are those for?”
“This, Jacob,” he said, picking up one of the flowers, “is wolfsbane. It blocks our ability to turn into wolves. Temporarily, of course. We’ll let you out in three days, I promise.”
“NO!” I screamed. “Three days and it’ll be too late! Don’t you care?”
“I’m sorry, Jake,” was all he said, and he walked out of the room, leaving me alone with my anger and frustration.