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Edward and Isabella

Based in London, Edward's time. Isabella is forced to move to London to marry. Not just anyone: Jacob Black. She'd much rather die than marry Jacob. She meets and falls for Edward. this man's family isn't liked among people. Oh yea, and he's secretly a vampire. It's all over, folks.Let's all applaud Iris for the amazing banner!made by the ever wonderful Iris

This is just a story that came to me as I was reading Eclipse. Do not be worried, for there are no spoilers what-so-ever... EXCEPT for one, but it doesn't mean anything important. If you haven't read Eclipse, you wont even notice it. And, if you have, you would have to have a keen eye to notice it. So, I'm just going to shut up and let you read it now. I hope it reminds you of your modern day love triangle, as well as your favorite Shakespearian tragedy.

14. Act V Scene IV

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Act 5 scene 4 (the last of three but they could be long... *hint hint*)

Isabella groaned, lifting her fingers to her temple. Her head hurt, and she had no idea where she was. The room was completely dark, but for the candle that burned on the floor next to her. She was in a bed that was for sure. It was not comfortable. Nothing would be comfortable unless Edward were here with her. She knew he wasn't, because she felt the gaping hole in her chest that meant he was gone. She wiped away the tears that formed at the edges of her eyes.

"Where am I?" Isabella whispered.

"In my home." A voice from her right said back. She turned and another candle lit up. It was Emily. Sam's Emily.

"Emily. Why am I here?"

"I do not know. Jacob brought you in a few hours ago." Emily smiled slightly.

"Where is he now?"

"He left. Sam and the others went with him."

"Oh." Isabella answered. She sat up, leaning against the headboard. "Does my father know I am here?"

"I do not know. Would you like some water?"

"Please." Emily nodded and stood up, leaving the room. Isabella let out a slow, deliberate breath and climbed out of the bed. She was in the same dress as she was before, and she was glad.




Jacob pressed his fingers under his chin, lifting Edward's head up. He laughed and patted his head before standing up again.

"He's dead alright. As dead as a vampire can be, I suppose." Jacob stated. Quil laughed and said,

"How are we going to.. bury him?"

"I say we chop off his head, and then burn him to cinders." Seth said, leaning against the far wall. Sam was beside him, but he said nothing. He had no idea what to think, let alone what to say.

"No. That would be too much work. First we will have him christened. Make him feel the pain in the after life. For he is in Hell now, for sure."

"And what of Isabella when she wakes up?" Sam asked. Jacob looked at him for a moment as if trying to read his mind. He curled his lips for a second and let out a short breath. A smile formed on his lips.

"I will take care of my Isabella. It will not take her much time to turn to reason. She knows I am the better match. She loves me."




" I hate you, Jacob Black!" Isabella screamed, whipping a pillow at his head. The second he had walked through that door. She had wanted to kill him.

"Now, Isabella. Let us just talk."

"No!" Isabella threw another pillow. "Where is Edward!?"

"Gone. Dead. Away." Jacob yelled back at her. "And it's about time too."

"Aggh!" Isabella's scream pierced the air. She fell to the floor on her knees. "No. No. NO." She chanted over and over. She rocked herself back and forth, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Jacob frowned.

"Isabella. It's a good thing, it truly is." He whispered, kneeling in front of her.

"I liked you, Jacob. I really liked you. You were such a kind and sweet person. How could you do this? How could you commit murder?" She looked up at him, her eyes bright red with the tears she was holding back.

"I did not commit murder." Jacob said. "You can not murder a vampire. He's not even human."

"He had a life! He had me!" She screamed at him, before lunging forward and scraping her nails down his face. "I hate you. I hate you, Jacob Black!" She screamed between his cries of pain. "I love him!" She brought her fingers back to look at them. Her fingertips were covered in blood. She felt a sense of satisfaction. Her breaths were long and deep. "Take me to him!"

"What did you do to me!?" He screamed in anger. "My face!" He stood up and stumbled back, his entire body shaking. He lifted his face to the sky. "No. Not now." His voice was muffled coming from behind his hands.

"Oh, God." Isabella whispered. "Jacob!"




Alice paced across the gravel. Jasper stood there, just watching. He had no idea what to do. They had to save Edward and Isabella, somehow. They knew that Bella wasn't dead. She was as alright as she was capable of being at the present moment.

"I haven't seen anything for Edward yet. But he can't be dead. He can't. I would be able to see it, don't you think?"

Alice and Jasper had headed around in a circle, and retraced their steps back the way they had come. They were now just outside of London. They had to come up with a plan.

"All we can do is hope." Jasper whispered, coming forward and resting his hand on her shoulder. She stopped walking and turned, leaning into him. He rubbed her shoulders gently.

"I just want them back. Both of them." Alice took in a deep breath. "Let's go talk to Carlisle. He has an idea of what we are going to do."