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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.


8. Chapter 8

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Renee's POV

The doorbell rang again, and this time I was sure it was not a dream. I rubbed my eyes open, and cast a glance at Phil, who was still sleeping. Not wanting to wake him, I pulled the covers back and let my bare feet hit the smooth wood floor gently, padding to the door. The chime of the doorbell screamed through the house and I angrily pulled the door open, making note of the clock in the living room . . . 4: 02 AM. The warm, humid air from outside greeted me, and it felt lovely compared to the freezing air conditioning.

"Yes?" I murmured, wondering why on earth someone would be at my door this early. Unless, something had happened to Bella! I blinked my eyes wide, fear lighting them.

"Is something wrong?" I whispered quietly.

"Yes, Renee. Something is very wrong!" a voice I recognized answered.

* * * * *

The plane ride had been unbearable, with fantasies flashing in the flight attendants' heads. The males had been dreaming of beating me to a pulp while the female audience . . . well, had not been dreaming of beating me to a pulp.

In short, if I had been capable, I would have cried of joy when I stepped off that plane.

And I also realized the only thing helpful about the flight besides the transportation was that the flight attendants helped keep my mind off of Bella, though their methods weren't preferred.

"Thank you for flying with us!" The females sang as I stepped off.

I returned a stiff nod and they almost collapsed.

God Bella, I miss you.

* * * * *

"What's wrong?" My concern immediately vanished. How I hated this old bat.

"You have moved . . . my lawn decoration Renee," The lady wheezed, her eyes bulging.

"Ms. Hifler, you cannot put lawn decorations in my yard! You can have them in your own yard, but not mine!"

"You moved them! You cannot move them!" She sounded strangled.

The ugly, ceramic jackaloope flashed through my mind. The disturbing essence of a large rabbit with antlers sitting in a front yard was extremely shocking to me. And then to find she had placed it in MY yard!

"Ms. Hifler, I will not have your . . . rabbit thing in my front yard!"

"His name is TWEEZERS!" She cried.

"Oh goodness, woman. Leave your yard decorations in your own yard!" I slammed the door in the old woman's face.

How I despised her.

She wasn't right in the head, obviously, but when I quarreled with her I felt like a child.

I shook my head sleepily, then trudged back to bed, noticing with amusement Phil hadn't even moved.

The last I thought before I drifted off to sleep was how was Bella doing?

Then there was black.

* * *

Later that morning, at a more reasonable time, Phil and I got up, deciding to spend our day in town, running errands together.

Together. I don't know what I would do without him.

We left for town, Phil driving while I stared at him.

He backed slowly out of the drive, before turning the wheel and shifting into gear.

Could Bella really have felt this way? She said it was just a crush, but her reaction to the break up told me it was much more serious than that. And that made me angry.

Didn't the boy know it was the first crack in her heart? The first lost love is always the hardest. Charlie's face floated into my mind and I pushed it away.

I turned the volume up on the stereo, hoping to get my mind off of my broken daughter. It hurt that she was so far away and I couldn't do anything to help.

I just hoped Charlie knew what he was doing.

I would have given you all of my heart

but there's someone who's torn it apart

and he's taking almost all that I've got

but if you want, I'll try to love again

baby I'll try to love again but I know

The first cut is the deepest, baby I know

The first cut is the deepest

I frowned angrily. Was the world intent on making my life a living guilt trap?

'cause when it comes to being lucky he's cursed

when it comes to lovin' me he's worst

but when it comes to being loved he's first

that's how I know

I turned my head to glare out the window, trying valiantly to not rip the stereo out with my bare fingers.

The first cut is the deepest, baby I know

The first cut is the deepest

I still want you by my side

just to help me dry the tears that I've cried

I wasn't there for her. She needed her mother.

cause I'm sure gonna give you a try

and if you want, I'll try to love again

but baby, I'll try to love again, but I know

I saw my clear blue eyes reflect in the window. I saw the tears brimming, and I watched them spill over my red lids, feeling the burning streak travel down my cheek, over my jaw line, and all the way down my neck. A good, strong tear, for my daughter.

The first cut is the deepest, baby I know

The first cut is the deepest

'Cause when it comes to being lucky he's cursed

when it comes to lovin' me he's worst

How could anyone do that to my gentle, sweet daughter?

I still want you by my side

just to help me dry the tears that I've cried

cause I'm sure gonna give you a try

and if you want, I'll try to love again

but baby, I'll try to love again, but I know

The first cut is the deepest, baby I know

The first cut is the deepest

'cause when it comes to being lucky he's cursed

when it comes to lovin' me he's worst

The first cut is the deepest, baby I know

The first cut is the deepest

"It's okay, baby," I whispered, hoping that where ever she was that she would here me.

* * * * *

I lifted my chin high, my knees tucked to my chest as I sat on the edge of the solid cliff. I closed my eyes as I focused on the burning streak, letting it travel down my cheek, over my jaw line, and all the way down my neck.

I strong tear, for him. A strong tear, because he couldn't cry. And I could.

* * * * *

I winced, listening to every cutting, pain filled thought as their car drove away. I deserved it.

And Renee wasn't mad at me. That's what puzzled me. She was depressed, and . . . just confused. She honestly didn't see how anyone could do that to Bella, her daughter.

And neither did I.

"I'm such a monster," I whispered, closing my eyes, before pulling my hood on and stuffing my hands in my pockets. Once no skin was showing, I entered by through the garage, pulling up the huge metal door as if it were nothing which, in my book, it was.

The door from the garage to the house was unlocked, so I didn't have to damage anything in order to enter.

Searching through the loads of unorganized papers, I stumbled across bills, magazines, but nothing useful. There was nothing personal in these piles so I left it, scouring the rest of the house.

I found things I had to really convince myself to leave, like pictures of Bella as a child, and pieces of finger-paint artwork, still in boxes I rummaged through.

I growled in frustration when the last box I searched was empty.

Not wanting to come here for nothing, I walked through the house, staying out of Renee and Phil's bedroom.

I was walking past a hall closet when I stopped dead. Had it been any other scent, it wouldn't still be strong enough to recognize, but my Singer's perfume lingered just barely, somewhere inside that closet.

I pulled the my hood down, tilting towards the closet as if gravity had changed and now where ever I went I would lean towards that closet.

The need to smell her surprised me, and almost as if muscles soften, my restraint had weakened. I had to remember to be extra careful around her when I found her again.

I gently opened the closet and soon found the source of heaven. An old suitcase that had apparently held her clothes.

I bent down and sniffed it.

"Bella . . ."

I closed the closet door again -- it was hard but I managed -- and finally had to accept it. The trip here had been a waste.

I ducked outside, my temper gradually building until I was pacing up and down the side of the house. I strode back towards the front but some unlucky stationary object stood in my path. Before I could regret it, I aimed a perfect kick at the disturbing thing, and with a growl, sent it soaring.

I felt much calmer until I heard the object collide with the window of Renee's neighbor's house, and then I cursed. The rabbit with antlers had totally destroyed the glass and window pane of the house.

Not wanting to get caught, I guiltily slid back under the garage door and into Renee's house, stalking into the last place I expected to find the needed information : the kitchen.

Scanning the pad besides the phone I was met with illegible scribbles except for one . . . the person had obviously made an effort to write with care.


I scanned the address, willing myself not to rip apart the paper with my excitement.

* * *

"Here it is." I slapped the yellow paper down on the table where Alice was reading a fashion magazine.

She glanced at the paper where I had neatly copied Bella's address, then went back to the magazine.

"Are you planning a vacation? You do look kind of pale," she asked, the only one who wasn't completely flabbergasted to see me talking and not curled up in a ball on the floor.

The Denali coven just looked shocked, but my family's expressions were shock and happiness.

Alice looked bored.

"Sorry, Alice. Florida didn't give me the tan I was aiming for." I glared at her, shaking the paper in front of her face.

She finally looked up, annoyed. "WHAT?"

"Are you charging for your psychic powers now, or are you retired?" I demanded.

"No!" she gasped, throwing the magazine across the room.

"Give me it!" she ripped the paper from my hands as the other oblivious vampires watched on in confusion.

I locked my hands behind my back, and began to pace.


"Last place I expected too," I agreed.

"Will SOMEONE tell me what's going on?" Emmett yelled, running down the stairs.

"You're back?" I asked in surprise. I was feeling so much more, now that I knew I could see Bella very soon.

"Who cares? What's going on?!"

I sighed. "I found the address for where Bella is staying. I'm going to find her."

Alice's face suddenly filled with worry, not blank anymore. "Oh no you're not," she whispered.

"What?" I growled, surprised.

"Bella isn't there. In fact, this address doesn't even exist."

I closed my eyes. "No."



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