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I will haunt you

I didn’t mean to kill myself. I honestly didn’t. Was my jump intentional? I don’t know. Was my jump recreational? I don’t know. I remember that I hardly thought at all. Bella's jump off that cliff was a bit more fatal than she had thought it would be. Now she is a ghost, and no one can see her. Will Bella save Edward from the Volturi? More importantly can she? And what will happen to her afterwards? Chapter 12, last chapter is up!Alternate ending is up!


11. Chapter 11: The Funeral

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“Everybody, fasten your seatbelts we are now landing in Port Angeles,” Announced the tinny voice over the intercom.

I floated through the aisle ways, feeling a strange sense of déjà vu. Thankful, of course, that the Cullen’s didn’t insist that they buy me an airline ticket. They must have realized how weird it would have looked to see a girl who was soaking wet sitting on the plane.

We were on our way back to Forks, Washington, where my funeral was to take place. My funeral. I still hadn’t gotten used to the phrase. Who ever in there lifetime gets to discuss it, except for old people? I’m sure all of the other ghosts I had met so far hadn’t been to their funerals.

Finally we landed at the airport, and everyone stepped out of their seat into the aisle. I saw Edward searching for me discreetly, even though he knew that I couldn’t go to him. I would make contact with one of the Cullens in the car, where the public couldn’t see me. They couldn’t just have a girl appear out of nowhere, could they?

Like before, I was the first one off the plane thanks to my cool ghostly abilities. I calmly waited in the lobby next to the entrance for Edward and his family. It was then that I began to wonder what came next. I mean, after my funeral. Was Edward going to try to help me move on? Or were they going to keep me with them forever, only to be seen when one of them touched me? Either way it was a no win situation. If they helped me move on, then Edward would go right back to the Volturi, and kill himself. If they kept me around; well, I’d always be dripping water and not be seen all the time. No win situation.

As if called by my thoughts, the Cullens came walking out the entrance. Edward was obviously nervous, looking this way and that; while Alice was obviously trying to reassure him. I laughed a little at Edward’s worry and walked out the exit, also laughing at the fact the Cullen’s walked out the entrance door.

I stood behind them as they suddenly stopped, Alice and Rosalie branching out from the group. Practicing some grand theft auto, I see. They came back a few minutes later, Rosalie driving a Mazda Miata and Alice driving a Honda Acura. I almost laughed.

The seven Cullens divided into two groups. Carlisle, Esme, and Emmett all filed into Rosalie’s car; and Jasper and Edward walked over to Alice’s car. Edward looked around worriedly one more time and at a rebuke from Alice, got in the car. Rosalie drove off while Alice left the car stalling for a few minutes, and I took my chance to float over to the sporty little car. Without opening the door, I stepped in.

“Edward, don’t worry, she’ll be here.” Alice said soothingly.

“Yeah, I can actually feel her emotions right now.” Jasper agreed with Alice.

“Really? What’s she feeling?” Edward seemed surprised.

“Umm, somewhere between mirth and amusement.”

I giggled a little at my silliness and leaned over to Edward. Careful not to touch him accidentally with my legs or hands, I leaned over and pressed my lips to his. I felt myself appear.

Edward was slightly startled but returned the kiss with a smile.

I settled myself down in Edward’s lap, ready for the car ride ahead.


I could practically feel myself hyperventilating. We were just on the outskirts of Forks, that much closer to my funeral. That much closer to my father and Jacob. I cringed slightly.

“Don’t worry, Bella.” Edward said, sensing my distress.

“What are we going to do when we get there?” I quavered.

Alice answered instead. “Well, your funeral is tomorrow, and WE’LL be attending. Edward however, was specifically asked not to come by your father.”

Edward seemed shocked for a second, but then after reading her mind, he sobered. “I see.”


It was the night before my funeral, and I paced around the room with Edward in tow. The Cullens were back in their house, with the excuse of wanting to be there for the funeral.

“Bella, really, what are you worried about?” Edward asked sadly.

“I don’t know… it’s just…seeing my family so sad.”

“I’m sorry.” He said sincerely, pulling me into a hug. His back was to the window, with me facing it. Suddenly I saw something I had never seen in Forks before. A dawn.


“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to honor the life of a young girl taken before her time…”

Charlie, as I heard from Alice, had specifically asked for a nonreligious burial. I blanked out for some of the man’s speech, while staring at the crowd around my coffin. All of the faces were sad, especially my parents. My mother wept inconsolably into Paul’s shoulder, while my father stood alone his grief.

My heart broke at the sight of him. His appearance had changed over the few days I was away; his hair had grayed some, dark bags had formed under his eyes, and he now resembled a scare crow because of the weight lost. I wanted to go over and hug him, but I knew I could not do so.

At first I hadn’t wanted to come. The faces of grieving loved ones would most likely prove to be too much for me.

“You don’t have to go.” Esme said kindly, her face partially covered with a black veil.

And I was about to say no, but then something changed in me. I don’t know what exactly, but it was an impulse to go to the funeral.

“No, I want to go.” I said confidently.

And here I was, staring at the backs of my loved one’s heads.

It kind of amazed me how many people were there. Nearly everyone from school was present, even teachers. My family, and all of Jacob’s pack. Everyone had a look of grievance on their face, sadness, and sobriety. The people were a mass of black, black clothing for mourning. The Cullens had covered each inch of their skin with black, both for mourning and for the fact that the sun was peeking out from behind the clouds. They blended in nicely. Suddenly, the man stopped talking, and all was quiet. Then, a person walked up next to him. Jacob. My breath caught in my throat as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Bella was…Bella was my best friend. She was amazing, beautiful, intelligent, lively, caring, she never said a bad word about anyone. She was so perfect…so perfect that it’s unfair that she was taken away. Taken away to where people can’t see her everyday, and get to realize how truly beautiful she was.

“She always thought about others before herself, no matter what. Even if she herself was in a situation where she could get hurt, she always made sure you were okay first. I just don’t understand what could take away such an angel. Surely there is no god. No god could bring upon himself to take away such a beautiful person. There was not a day—not a day—where Bella ceased to care about other people.

“It’s not fair that such a perfect person had to die when all of us selfish, flawed people get to live. It’s not fair that my best friend, and I’m sure your’s too, had to die. I just wish I could have one more day with her; no, even a moment would be enough, to tell her how much I love her.” Jacob broke down and cried, and Paul walked over to him and put his arm around Jake’s shoulders.

I started sobbing tearlessly, as Jake and Paul ran off into the woods; Jake no doubt changing into a werewolf.

I followed and watched Jake in wolf form, dodging through the trees. Finally, he stopped and stood in a clearing. Many uncountable minutes passed by, and I watched him. As I watched him, an idea struck me. I ran back to my funeral, which had just dispersed.

I ran through the crowd, searching. Finally, my eyes fell on who I needed.

Alice was at the far side of the crowd, near the wood. Perfect.

I ran forward and grabbed her hand. Startled, she quickly walked back a few steps to the cover of the woods. “Alice, Alice! Will you do me a favor?” I asked breathlessly.

She stared at me for a moment, but then I saw her eyes shift and glaze over a little. She was having a vision.

She turned her face back to me, with a worried look. “I don’t know Bella, this could end badly.”

“Please!” I begged, already feeling the opportune moment slipping.

She must have recognized this in my eyes, and sighed. “Edward won’t like this.” Alice said quietly, but motioned me to lead the way.

I began running to where I had left Jacob, all the while holding Alice’s hand. I finally reached the clearing. Good, Paul was gone, and Jacob was alone. He was also no longer in wolf form. I took a deep breath and looked at Alice. She motioned me to go forward; and I did; dragging her behind me.

As I left the shelter of the forest, Jake whipped around and looked at me. I saw his eyes widen and he cried out.

“You!” He yelled, running over to Alice and I. “Bloodsucker! Because of you, Bella died! You—"

“Jake!” I yelled, and Jake looked back at me.

“Wha--? Bella?” He looked about ready to fall over from shock.

“Yes, it’s me.” I said breathlessly.

“I don’t…” Jake began.

“Wait, just hold on.” I interrupted. “Jake, I just wanted to let you know that it’s okay. Don’t worry about me, it was an accident, and it was also purely my fault.”

“No,” He said with self-loathing. “I couldn’t save you. I failed.”

“Jake! Jake, stop. We both know it was an accident.” He said nothing, so I continued. “I heard you say you loved me. Jake…I wanted to say good-bye.”

“Good-bye? But Bella…you’re here.” He said confusedly, and swayed a little on his feet.

“Yes, but not really…” I said unhelpfully.

“I don’t understand.” He quavered.

“Don’t try to…just—just know that I love you, and that I want you to live on and forget me.”

Then I saw him do something I had never seen a guy do before. He fainted.

I didn’t think to try and catch him, and too late I cringed as he hit the ground. I rushed over and kneeled.

“Jake…” I said, shaking his shoulder. I started to feel strange. Creepy, tingly sensations crawling all over my body. I rubbed my arm absentmindedly.

“Bella!” Alice shrieked.

I looked at her and followed the direction of her gaze. My arm, which she was still holding, was beginning to disappear. I gasped in astonishment.

I could see myself disappear centimeter by centimeter. Suddenly, I saw a man appear out of the corner of my eye. I looked up. It was the man with knife in his chest from before. My mouth dropped in astonishment.

He regarded me with a look of envy. Finally he spoke. “Guess you found what it is that was keeping you here. Lucky. Not all of us find it so quickly.”

Suddenly everything fell into place. Jacob was what was keeping me here, and all I had to do was give him my final words. I panicked; I wasn’t going to get to say good-bye to Edward.

“Alice!” I screamed.

She was panicked too. “EDWARD!” She yelled in the loudest voice I’ve ever heard her use. It was loud, and urgent.

I heard a whoosh, and suddenly Edward was by my side. His face clearly showed his confusion and fear. “Alice, what’s going on?”

“Edward, she’s—she’s moving on.” He cried out, and I looked at my arms, they had nearly disappeared. Edward, noticing this, grabbed my waist. “Alice, what do I do?” He said frantically.

Alice said nothing, and the bloody man spoke. “You do nothing, you selfish teenager. Let her move on.”

But Edward couldn’t hear him.

“Edward—Edward, you’re going to have to bite her.”

“I can’t.” He said with the torn face I remember from the last time this situation occurred in Phoenix.

“Look Edward, “Alice said in the most forceful voice I’ve ever heard her use. “Either you let her move on, or bite her.”

Just like in Phoenix, a look of determination came on his face. He lowered his head to my disappearing neck. “I’m sorry.” He said, and then plunged his teeth into my jugular.

“What’re you doing?” I screamed, and he bit again. “I’m dead; it’s not going to work.”

He said nothing and bit my neck on the other said, over and over again. “Stop! You can’t make something out of nothing!”

“You have to try.” He said and bit again.

I screamed and felt as if I was on fire. “Edward!” He bit again and again.

Everything faded to black.