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Waxing Crescent

Here's the topic there are so many stories about. A continuation of New-Moon... But this one is different. Like none you've ever read. The next moon phase. After a new moon, comes the waxing crescent. A small sliver of light to brighten the dark sky. The dark life of Bella Swan. Here's the thing. This isn't one of those stories where Bella DIDN'T jump, so Alice didn't see it. Bella DID jump. Alice didn't see. But Bella jumped. She did hear Edward, and it hurt her. It hurt her bad. And now, she has built immunity to the one thing that can heal her gash...Jacob. Or has the pain just become unbearable? With no where to turn, and Victoria as close as ever, what's to stop Bella from walking into the woods and waiting for Victoria to take it all away? All the pain. Nothing. Bella is sent to Hawaii, to live with Jacob's sister and hopefully be able to forget everything that happened to the strange rainy town of Forks, Washington. Hopefully...she will forget of the mythical creatures that so recently inundated her life. Because vampires don't live in sunny places. Bella's safe in Hawaii.


2. Chapter 2

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I sighed and looked out the window. Hawaii. Any other girl in my town, or anywhere rather, would die to be in my shoes. Well, I doubt they would expect the crippling hurt that came along with the leaving of the love of my life.

I had been getting better. Before the jump...

We emerged from the white, puffy cloud, and I shut my eyes tight, hoping to block out the cheery sun streaming in through the window. The woman on my left saw me, and politely pulled the plastic cover down. I smiled weakly and she returned it.

I went back to thinking. Why did Jake -- I flinched -- not help anymore? Now it hurt me more.

And why was my reaction delayed? Jake had taken me home, and as soon as Charlie got home and he left, I sealed myself tight in a shell, and haven't emerged since.

Not that I really cared anymore. I was numb; not feeling anything on my skin, or in my gut.

Burn me, it would have no effect. Freeze me, and it would bring the pain of remembering him.

Well, maybe I wasn't numb after all. I could feel the splitting pain that always tore at my insides. But, was that any better? Hardly.

It was true that I hadn't totally retreated into my catatonic state... but that hardly made it better. It only meant I could see the pain I put the ones who cared about me through. The hurt in their eyes only actuated small hewing at my heart, instead of totally slaughtering it until it was in pieces, like every time I thought of him.


I jerked awake as someone nudged my arm. I turned my head, and the lady who had pulled the window down smiled apologetically at me. The woman's skin was clear, and the smooth color of dark coffee. Her long wavy hair was swept into a casual bun for the plane ride. "I'm sorry, but everybody's getting off."

I flushed, stuttering, and she just smiled kindly. I hope all people were that nice here. No! What was I thinking? It's not like I'm going to settle here. Or care about anything, for that matter.

The fact that I was already losing grip on my grief scared me. I would do something about that tonight.

"I'm sorry," I murmured again, grabbing my belongings and stumbling off the plane. My stomach growled as I stepped in the terminal, and I stared down at it in shock. Since when have I ever been hungry? Not for a long time.

Reluctantly, I grabbed a Cinnabon to eat as I tried to navigate the airport. It should be simple, since I didn't have many clothes for Hawaii, not needing a suitcase. I had left my T shirts and shorts at home in Phoenix, having no clothes for Forks. Now, I was in the opposite dilemma, because all of my clothes were made for cold weather.

The exit was easy to find, and lugging my heavy carry-on, I stepped into the balmy, new world of Honolulu.



Rebecca was standing in front of me, and we were both looking at each other with the same, flabbergasted expression. Mine was due to the fact I could barely remember Rebecca's young face when Charlie had mentioned her, and now, I was looking at the beautiful, older sister of my best friend who was a werewolf. It was very overwhelming.

"Bella!" She breathed.

I could guess her surprised look was due to my sickly pale skin, which wasn't helped by the circles under my eyes, and the thin, haunting look of my face. If that was the reason, she didn't show it, pulling me up into a warm hug.

"Rebecca, how are you?"

"I've been great!" She pulled back, and I could see the truth in her statement.

Her russet skin glowed, and she seemed to blend in with the good, tan folk of Hawaii. She was a gorgeous person, with her tall, slim yet curvy figure, and long, straight black hair. Her almond eyes sparkled and her white teeth flashed. None of this is what made her so beautiful, though. The thing that I saw, was the way she glowed. I recognized that way her dark eyes sparkled and glinted. She was in love.

I had probably looked like that a few months ago, before my wings of elation were ripped from my shoulder blades. Although less pretty. Rebecca was beautiful anyways.

"Bella, I haven't seen you in forever. Come on and get into the car. We have to catch up." She escorted me a short three minutes to her car, a small, old Mercedes convertible, that was a cheery yellow color, to match the rest of the state, before she asked me.

"So what have you been up to, Bella?" she had turned down the stereo she had been softly singing to in her beautiful voice. Not a high, tinkling, but more of a slow, honey. Smooth.

I told her of Renee's marriage to Phil, and my move to Forks. I paused, not wanting to go on. How could I? From then on, all my life had revolved around was . . .

I turned awkwardly to watch the landscape fly by. We were on a small little road, winding between houses that were on the beach . . . That would be nice.

"Bella . . ." She started but didn't know how to bring it up.

I had been expecting this.

"My dad, said they had to send you here, because . . . because you've had some . . . Problems."

"Yes," I assured her quietly.

"He thought, I could do better than the doctors your dad was thinking about sending you to."


"Do you know why?" She asked, confusion coming off her in waves as she watched me from the corner of her eye. I could almost taste her emotions in the air. That thought froze me as his blonde haired brother popped into my mind. The last time I had seen that member of the family ... I shuddered. He had been trying to rip my throat out.

The silence in the car brought me back and I looked at her thoughtfully. "I think I know why, but I don't want to say yet." Billy had told me I could tell Rebecca the legends were true. And about Victoria. I just didn't know if I wanted to yet.

She nodded calmly, and I turned to stare out the window again. I was losing the grief, but I would have it back soon enough tonight.

After we arrived, the first thing Rebecca did was bustle to the kitchen. "Hungry?" She asked, after she fished out the supplies needed for the meal she was preparing.

"No thank you," I replied casually, my eyes taking in the warm, friendly kitchen.

I was turning in a slow circle, taking in the light yellow walls, and homey, mismatched appliances. "I'll help cook, though." My eyes were on the brown stove and oven. I finished my circle to find her staring worriedly at me.

"Oh no, I ate at the airport," I assured her. The Cinnabon had filled my stomach, but I knew that I did need to be eating more.

Her forehead smoothed, and she nodded. "You can help," she said jokingly, and my brow furrowed. Why was she joking?

She chuckled at my expression, and put the supplies back. I only grew more bemused.

"My husband isn't here, and I was only going to cook for you, so now there isn't anything to prepare," she explained as she fished out a bowl and a box of Cheerios.

She sat down at the table and I stood in the middle of the kitchen, looking out the small window that looked into the front yard.

Not hearing her chewing, I turned around curiously, to find her leaning over the bowl, her mouth wide open with the spoon touching her lips. I tilted my head to the side, puzzled once again. "Can I get you anything?" she mumbled into the spoon, her eyes crossed as she stared longingly at the Cheerios.

"Just eat, Rebecca." I rolled my eyes at her current position as she questioned me but my body locked tight, my muscles tightening and clenching as the pain swept through me.

The day he had taken me to meet his family. That morning I had been eating Cheerios, him standing in the middle of my kitchen.

"Can I get you anything....?"

"Just eat, Bella," he had scoffed and rolled his eyes.

I came back to the kitchen, my throat tightening. Rebecca had lowered her spoonful of cereal, uneaten, back into the bowl. Her dark eyes were assessing my face.

I turned my back on her, and cleared my throat.


I ignored her. "How much did Billy tell you?"

"About what?"

"Why I'm here."

She paused. She had obviously hoped to prolong this conversation.

"Well . . ."

I turned back to her as she thought carefully.

"He said boy trouble. I hadn't been expecting this. Honestly, men are so dense. I think it wasn't just a boy. Bella, you got hurt." Her eyes flickered away from the ceiling to my face. I had my mask on . . . almost like Sam's. I almost laughed at the irony. Sam's mask is what I hated, especially when Jake wore it. Then, I really did laugh. Billy knew it wasn't just boy trouble. Even Charlie knew that, and he didn't even know the whole situation.

My laugh turned into a heavy sigh, and I sat down hard.

Rebecca was watching me carefully, her mouth a grim line.

"You should get to sleep," she finally declared, and I winced. That was only bringing the moment I feared, closer.

"Jet lag," she chastised, getting up to show me my room.

I followed sullenly, then murmured a thanks before she left me in peace. Or rather, chaos.

I changed slowly into my pajamas, knowing if I took a shower, I would just be drenched in sweat in the morning.

I took a deep breath, before resting my head on the pillow and remembering. First, the smell of laundry detergent from the freshly washed pillow filled my nose, but that soon faded. I smelled the leaves of the trees in the rain, as I saw myself lying on the ground, almost like one of Alice's visions.

I moved closer, feeling the warm rainwater soak into my shoes. I could now hear the me on the ground whimpering.

"He's gone. He's gone. Gone . . . "

I crouched next to the form on the ground, touching the cold cheek softly. Despite the rain, the cheek should have been warm. With mounting horror, I picked up the limp girls' hand, which was also, cold. Ice cold.

"Dead?" the crouching me whispered.

"In a different sense of the word," a tinkling, innocent voice whispered eerily behind me. I turned slowly, feeling the rain pelt my face, hoping it would wake me up. But I had brought the memory upon my self, knowing a horrible dream would follow. I was getting my grief back, one thing I was sure of.

I turned to the voice, and there she stood. But not just her, him too.

"Just another distraction," he whispered, before kissing her pale cheek.

"And now you have to deal with the pain . . . for an eternity," she giggled.

I shook my head soundlessly, tears rolling down my face. They merely gestured to the form on the ground. The girl rose her head, where her brown hair clung to her cheeks, and opened her eyes. They were red.

I screamed and turned, trying to run.

Victoria shook her head, her simple smile transforming into a snarl like James's had.

I looked into his eyes, only to find them red. He shook his head also.

"Edward!" I screamed.

I felt my face cringe against the pillow at his name. The dream flooded my senses again before I could lift my lids.

Only saw a flash of red. Whether it was her hair, or his eyes, or even my blood, I did not know. And then, black.

"Forever," they whispered.

I woke up screaming. There was no way I was forgetting anything soon. Why did I not want to forget? This was bad. Very, bad.

My eyes widened and I clapped my hands over my mouth, but I heard Rebecca stirring. I threw my feet over the bed and stood up a few seconds before the door handle turned.

"What's wrong, Bella?"

"I...... I got up to go to the bathroom. I thought I saw I spider. I'm terrified of them," I squeaked out.

"Okay..." She flicked on the light. "Do you want me to get it?"

"I'm not sure where it went," I lied.

"Okay," she repeated gently, seeing through my lie easily. "Will you be okay?"

"Yes," I said softly, blinking back tears.

"Good night."


The door clicked shut and I listened to her feet pad down the hall. I heard her door click and her bed creak, sighing with the weight.

I moved silently to sit on the very edge of my bed, drenched in moonlight. I waited.

Soon, I heard slow breathing drifting down the hall from Rebecca's room. The house was very small.

I opened my door, making my way quietly down the hall, not tripping once. In my state of numbness, I was never flustered, so I never tripped. Never. It was both nice, and wrong. I approached the back door, carefully pulling the handle down. There wasn't sunlight outside the house yet, but the sky was a light gray, instead of a dark navy. I could just barely see the moon through the window on the door.

I stepped outside onto the wood porch, the rough fibers chaffing my bare feet. I stalked through the night, carefully, hoping not to get splinters, and sighed in relief when I reached the grass. I jogged across the yard and onto the beach, the cool, soft sand greeting me. I stepped across the surface of it, noticing the tide right now was low, and to my left there were many shallow tide pools. My feet sank into the sand that was damp from where the waves had raced up the shore yesterday.

The reefs that held the small pools of wild life were rough, and it had been for the hours I had paced the ledges. My feet were raw, and smarted when confronted with the saltwater. It didn't compare to the pain tearing my chest.

The sun had started to rise and I sat, in the sand, out of reach of the waves, curling my legs up to my chest. When the bottom of my feet hit the sand, they stung and I crossed my legs instead.

The last thing I remember was my head dipping to my lap and my back muscles straining, before it went black.

For the second time in twenty-four hours, I felt someone shake me awake gently. The hand was cold.

"Edward?" I whispered through my limp lips.

"Are you alright?" a concerned voice asked.

My eyes fluttered open, feeling insanely heavy. I wasn't ready to wake up.

Another nudge.

I lifted my head up groggily, and the person laughed quietly.

"I'm not Edward. Sorry. But you seemed like you hadn't planned on sleeping there."

"Oh, no. I just---"

The girl cut across me. "I come out here at unreasonable hours all the time. No worries. Actually, I'm doing it right now." I peered at a tan hand that was shoved in front of my face. "Up you go," she muttered, snatching mine and wrenching me up so hard, I bumped hard against her taller figure. It felt like hitting a brick wall and the breath wooshed out of me.

"Leah?" I guessed. Only a werewolf would be that strong.

"Nope. Just a fellow beach-goer." I finally looked up but the girl's face was turned to gaze longingly at the sea. She was dancing on her tiptoes, then rocking back onto her heels, her tan calves tensing. All I could see was loose ringlets of inky black hair rolling down her muscular shoulders. She was strong, but not obnoxiously strong. She looked like someone very athletic. Opposite of me.

"Sorry, you can go." I gestured to the dark waves, rolling and dipping, almost like they were playing with the orange sunlight reflecting off them.

"Do you need me to carry you to your house?" She looked down at me, concern in her eyes. They were the prettiest green I had ever seen. Almost the color of the caribbean. What color would that be called? Sea-foam green sprang to mind. Everything about her spelled BEACHY. She looked like she belonged in the water.

"No. I live with Rebecca right there." I threw my thumb over my shoulder and started to dust the sand off my shorts.

"Oh! Well then I'll for sure see you around!" she said, keeping her gaze on me as her feet shuffled towards the water.

"Yeah. See you later," I responded, surprised at the fact I had already met someone. Even more surprised it was at a deserted beach at who knows what time in the morning.

Her body turned fully around, and she went racing towards the water, her long slender legs carrying her there. She dove, and the water seemed to rise up around her and come down as she submerged, crashing around her. Very graceful.

I turned to the small little house dreading what was going to happen...for the next few months. But what was I thinking? He wasn't leaving for just a few months. He was done with me. He wasn't coming back. So shouldn't I be worrying what would happen . . . for the rest of my life? How would I exist without him? How?