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 ^.^)
7. Extra Beauty
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“—So I figured that we could meet at the treaty line, and Emmett could come and hold me back if things got out of hand.” I sat back and gauged Carlisle’s expression. No good—it was carefully blank.
“Emmett certainly is the strongest,” Carlisle mused. “I would feel better if Jasper went along as well, but if the pack leader has no problem with it, I don’t see why you can’t visit your friend.”
I grinned widely and threw my arms around Carlisle, remembering at the last second to keep my arms loose because of my strength. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I said happily. “You don’t think I’ll lose it, though, do you?”
Carlisle frowned slightly, his forehead creasing as he thought over my question. “Alice believes you may be able to suppress your scent. If that’s true, I’d rather you master that before you go and meet your friend. If not, then I’d suggest you wait a few months and let the worst of the bloodlust and sense sensitivity pass before you try,” he suggested.
I smiled sheepishly. “I don’t know what I did, honestly. I just remember smelling… them… and I wanted to get there without anyone knowing,” I admitted, looking down at my hands in shame.
Carlisle chuckled. “Bella, it’s hard for everyone. The only reason my record, so to speak, is so clean is because I consciously distanced myself from humans. I was so horrified at becoming what I am that I retreated to the wilderness that I knew no one traveled through—back then, those woods were thought to be haunted. It was the perfect place for me,” he said, ducking to meet my eyes. “This is not your fault. We had hoped you would be given a choice, and that your change would occur under happier pretenses, but we have to make do with what we’re given. We won’t let you become a monster, Bella—I believe Edward would insist on moving to Antarctica if he thought you were such a great danger to humans,”
I smiled, a little giddy from relief. Carlisle seemed to think he’d said something wrong, judging by the look on his face.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Bella, you have to be sure this is okay with the pack leader. Not only that, you must wait until the worst of the change’s consequences have passed,” he warned. “You can’t—you must not—try to sneak out of here and go see your friend. We cannot and will not allow it, not until we’re sure you have some measure of control over yourself.”
I smiled again in relief. “Oh, is that all? I understand, Carlisle. It’s just—I sort of thought I wouldn’t be allowed,” I admitted. “Even if Sam said it was fine, if Alice said nothing bad would happen, if I could become completely scentless—somehow I thought you would still say no.”