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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!


7. Chapter 7: too much sunshine

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I stared out the window of the Porsche, thinking. Volterra is a beautiful city, with rolling green hills, and the buildings that were made of stone. It was picuresque and storybook-like. How could such a terrible thing be about to happen in such a beautiful city? The death of Edward would be a terrible thing. Too terrible. How could I wander the Earth knowing he wasn't there? For I knew that seeing Edward again would probably help move me on to where I was supposed to go. I couldn't bear being on Earth for an eternity without him there. Even if he doesn't love me anymore.

"Bella." Alice shook my hand a little bit. I turned slowly and looked at her. She motioned with her chin at the road ahead.

It was then that I realized we were on a road leading to a parking lot. We were surrounded by cars all trying to get in to Volterra. The road was thoroughly congested. I looked at Alice. "What do we do?" There was no way we were going to be able to get a parking spot on time.

Alice looked frustrated. "Not much. Look." She waved her hand around us and pointed to the sun.

Great, just great. The sun's rays flooded Volterra in a way that it almost made your eyes go blind. The buildings of Volterra basked in the warm glow, and seemed to mock us. Alice could never go out in such sunshine.

"What are we going to do?! Why are there so many people!" I groaned exasperatedly.

"I think today is a festival." Alice groaned.

"Great." I said sarcastically.

In the past few minutes, we had not moved a single inch. I could practically feel the grains in the hour glass falling, counting down to that moment when Edward would throw himself out into the sunshine.

"Alice, there's got to be something we can do!"

Alice stared at the road ahead for a few seconds, then looked at me with a determined expression. "Bella, you're going to have to go alone."

What? Go without Alice? This wouldn't work without Alice, people can only see me when I'm touching her! "Alice, I can't!"

"Bella, you'll have to, we don't have any other chance."

"But he won't be able to see me!"

She grimaced. "Maybe not, maybe yes. We have to try. There's no other way."

"But Alice! I don't even know where to go."

"The big clock tower, you can't miss it. Go!"

I sat there, unmoving. "You do want to save him, don't you?" Alice asked severely.

"Yes." I said meekly.

"Then go! I'll park the car, and meet up with you as soon as I can."



I jerked out of her grasp and threw myself out of the car. I bolted and ran as fast as I could out of the parking lot. I ducked my head down and stared at the ground, slowing down when I saw cobble stones underneath my hovering feet.

I looked up and found myself in the city of Volterra. There were thousands of people around me, all moving, all talking, all shouting. It was too much. There were a few people who stood out to me. They stood in a line, staring at me as I jogged by. I stopped. There were women and children, men, young and old. They had nothing in common, except that they were all deathly pale.

A child was running by and ran into one of the women. Instead of hitting her solidly, the child just ran right through. I shuddered as realization hit me.

They were ghosts. And they had died from vampires. That was why they had such a chalky complexion, all of the blood was drained from their bodies. A shiver ran up my spine as I looked at my hand, which still had a twinge of rosy color.

Their haunted eyes bored into me as I slowly started running again. Their faces looked sad and angry, bitter and harsh. Life was taken from them unwillingly and they were obviously mad about it. Their ancient grief-stricken eyes followed me, trying to tell me the futility of my quest.

And I had to wonder, what did it feel like to die? All I remember was a struggle, and blackness. When I was alive, death meant copious amounts of pain. It meant seconds, minutes, and possible hours of torture; and then a blankness. A void, possibly. Then the possibility of heaven or hell. Eternal peace, or eternal pain.

It was the uncertainty that frightened people, the possibility of nothingness. Something about not existing anymore scared people. I guess I could understand.

I just didn't expect there to be something else, a step in between. A ghost.

I almost laughed at the absurdity of the thought. Well, if there are werewolves and vampires, why can't there be ghosts? Was there a limit to anything? Could anything be done?

Was nothing impossible?

I clung to this thought like it was a life preserver.