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Twisted

Summary:
Post Eclipse. Another vampire has arrived in Forks, but wants nothing to do with the Cullens and everything to do with Bella. Is this newcomer friend or foe?Banner my fiance made, same pictures different style. Ok, so it's all finished. Thank you all for your wonderful reviews and be sure to check out the sequel, "Unraveled", which will be coming soon. :)


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9. Chapter 9

Rating 5/5   Word Count 513   Review this Chapter

“I'm not sure where the turn off is,” admitted Jacob. “It's kind of hard to find.” We had left behind the snowy highways of Canada and had cut a path through Washington. The area was lush and wet. Perfect for a vampire, I thought to myself, no direct sunlight.

“I think we passed it,” Jacob said, craning to see out the back window. I slowed the car down, flooded with anxiety. Ambrosi could already be here. Bella could already be dead. I shivered. I parked the car. Swinging the door open, I climbed out. The shivers continued. Raising my chin, I sniffed the air gingerly. I could smell the vampires, but that helped little because I couldn't discern how old the scent was. The musky smell coming from Jacob was not helping.

“You're sure Bella will be at this house?” I asked idly.

“I can practically guarantee it,” said Jacob, “Bella never goes any place without that bloods—“ He stopped, catching the dark look on my face.

“I stopped calling you dog-boy,” I said, as I turned east and sniffed again. Still nothing. “Do you think you might be able to stop with the bloodsucker talk?” He didn't answer, instead he walked lazily back the way we'd come. I looked at the car parked on the road, the keys in the ignition. With a wistful sigh, I left it there and took off after Jacob.

After several minutes of strolling down the road, I said, “Are you sure this is the right way?”

“Yea,” he said, not looking at me. “Pretty sure.” I chose not to say anything. I knew that we should be running, before Ambrosi mounted his attack, but I was comfortable walking here with Jacob. We maintained a three foot distance between us, but I could still feel the warmth radiating from him.

“Are we close?” I asked. Jacob shrugged. He walked two steps then stopped abruptly. He looked around and crinkled his nose.

“I think we're going the wrong way,” he said, sounding unconvinced. The wind shifted and I could smell them coming.

“Jacob!” I yelled, too late. Two vampires appeared behind him, and I could sense two others behind me. They were ready for a fight, but their eyes were full recognition for Jacob. He too looked ready for an altercation, despite knowing them. He growled and his skin bristled. I seemed to be the only one not wanting to fight.

The black haired, pixie-like girl behind Jacob said, “Wow werewolf I would never have pinned you for a friend of a vampire.”

“She is not my friend!” Jacob snapped. It cut a little bit, but I tried to hide my emotions. Jacob was still poised to attack glaring at the surrounding vampires.

“Why did you come back?” the same girl asked.

“We're here to save Bella,” he replied. His eyes blazed.

“Save her from what?” asked the blond male beside the small female.

I decided it was time to speak up, “Excuse me.” All eyes were on me. “The girl named Bella is in danger. Have you heard of the Volontà della Morte?”