Not Like This
When Bella jumped off the cliff, Alice didn't see anything, and Jacob didn't make it back to the beach in time to pull her out of the sea when he did. What happens to Bella when no one is there to save her? May continue if you like it. R&R! (Be nice about the banner--it's my first time making one ^.^)
4. Change of Plans?
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Seeing the probable future was never that much of a bother for me, since things normally tend to unfold the way I see them.
When they don’t, however, it becomes a burden—especially when I’m in the middle of hunting and a random “vision,” so to speak, hits.
It hurts, I registered dimly as I tried to sneak up on a hare—there’s not much in them, but they make great appetizers, and you know they reproduce fast enough. The dull throb in my temple become stronger, more insistent, and I gave up ignoring the vision as a bad job and sat down on a mossy rock to let it out.
Bella killed the bear impressively, wiping her mouth clean almost as an afterthought. The blackness of her eyes had diminished a little, rimming the outside with a curious mixture of red and gold. Her body stiffened, reminding me horribly of the way Jasper had stiffened when Bella cut her finger in front of him. She sped off in a random direction, swinging through the trees with a grace not even Carlisle had—maybe the fates decided they owed her one? My breath caught as I saw her stop and hide near a campsite. Two humans walked into view, and she crouched, ready to attack.
The pain stopped and I was thrust back into reality with a frightening lurch. I heard Edward about two hundred yards away curse softly—did his food put up a harder fight than usual?
“Edward, Emmett, if you can hear me, find me now. Bella is in trouble,” I said loud enough for them to hear, pacing and wringing my hands together. Edward appeared a moment later with Emmett on his heels.
“What happened? Where is she?” Edward demanded. “You said she would be fine!”
“Edward, you know what I see isn’t absolute! She’s heading toward a campsite, and I don’t know if she’ll be able to hold back!” I answered, hurt. I took off in the direction I remembered Bella running, glancing to my sides to see both men following close behind.
“Wait… she’s heading there, or she IS there?” Emmett asked. “If she is there, we have to worry about the treaty with the Quiletes along with her harming a human,”
I shrugged, dodging snaking roots and low overhead branches. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “She might already be there for all I know. I heard them talking, and saw her crouch, and that was it.”
Bella, why did you have to run so far? I thought, still running towards the campsite. I knew I was heading in the right direction, because I could smell traces of human and I could definitely smell Bella—her scent was all over the leaves, like she’d used the trees instead of simply running to get there.
Rosalie joined us seamlessly, with a disapproving look on her face. “Let me guess—Bella?” she said somewhat sardonically. Edward glared at her, but I understood Rosalie’s scorn—she wasn’t completely happy being a vampire and resented Bella’s wish to become one. I only hoped the enmity Rosalie felt would fade, especially since Bella had been turned against her will.
Esme joined us, following closely on Rosalie’s heels. Desperate as another vision of Bella springing on them hit, I said, “Go, Edward! Go!”
With a grim look on his face, Edward put on an extra burst of speed, leaving us behind by an increasing distance. Emmett growled deeply in his throat and shot off after Edward.
Esme turned to me, her face stricken, as we pushed on deeper into the forest. “She’s found a human, hasn’t she?” she asked, her feet deftly picking solid ground as she searched my face for hope.
Rosalie looked thoughtful. “Do you think she’ll be able to stop herself? Victoria turned her… Do you think that’ll impact her willpower? Look at Jasper—he was turned by a human hunter, and even now… You saw what happened on Bella’s last birthday!”
I expected to hear a hidden snort of derision—Rosalie was too prideful of the fact she carried a broken, bloody, human Emmett some long distance to Carlisle, ignoring the scent of his blood entirely—but surprisingly, there was nothing but genuine concern. I heard a terrified scream just outside of my hearing range that, were I human, would have made my blood run ice cold.
We glanced at each other, and then ran full-tilt toward the sound. I ran so fast I nearly tripped a few times, which surprised me in its humanity. Esme seemed to be having the same problems I did, but Rosalie was still graceful.
I could hear Emmett and Edward ahead, but their voices were indistinct. They sounded alarmed—what happened?
The sound became louder and louder until abruptly, we were in the clearing. I saw Emmett and Edward holding Bella between them, looking at her warily.
Bella lifted her head and met my eyes.
In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to run as far away from Bella as I possibly could.