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Alternate ending to New Moon. As the months continue Bella continues to slowly heal. But tragedy strikes again, creating a domino affect with everything in her life. With Edward gone, who will save her? New chapters finally added!


16. Chapter 16: Gone Missing

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Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

The Fray - How to Save a Life

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(Alice’s POV)

I had half expected Forks to change within the months that we had been gone. I should have known that it would still be exactly the same. The constant rain and clouds, and the simple minded people that inhabited it. I drove down the quiet familiar streets. I missed this place. In all the places we have been, Forks always seemed best like home. I missed our house that sat against the forest and the river in the back. I loved that the weather aloud our family to roam around freely as if we were normal. But most of all I missed Bella. This place now only held the memories of our time together

I couldn’t stay long. I needed to check on Bella and then leave, that’s all I was hear for. If she was fine I would go back home and never mention this to anyone. I hadn’t had any visions of her since, and every time I tried there was nothing there. That made me panic, but maybe there was just nothing to see.

It was a Saturday evening, I hoped she would be home. I pulled up to the house. Bella’s truck was gone, but Charlie was home. Damn. That made me panic, but I tried to think positively. Maybe she was just over a friends house and would be home later tonight. If so, I hoped she’d be home soon, I needed to see her to ensure her safety.

I got out of the car and started walking up the drive way. Her scent was very faint, like she hadn’t been home in days…strange.

I knocked on the door, and listened as Charlie’s footsteps slowly dragged to the door. It opened slowly. Charlie was different. He was wearing sweatpants and an old t-shirt and look as though he hadn’t shaved in days. He had big bangs under his eyes from lack of sleep. He looked absolutely horrible.

As soon as his eyes took in my figure standing before him, a huge smile replaced his sullen appearance.

“Alice!” he said throwing his arms towards me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me tightly.

“Hi Charlie.” I said trying to match his excitement, but mostly trying to hide my concern.

He released me and gestured for me to come in. The living room was a mess, a couple pizza boxes and some soda cans were strewed across the ground. The TV was blaring. The couch was made up like a bed, it seemed as though he had been camping down in the living room for awhile.

“It’s really messy, lets go to the kitchen.” he said leading me away from the mess.

We sat down across from each other. He still had that smile on his face, but his eyes were miserable.

I hated to ask but this wasn’t normal. Bella would never let the house get like this, and Charlie would never allow himself to become this.

“What’s going on Charlie?” I didn’t want to sound rude, but it might have come out more forceful than I intended.

“Alice things haven’t gotten so bad since your family left Forks, and it just seems to be getting worse. Bella can never catch a break.” His eyes were glazed over, as if he would break down in tears at any moment.

“What are you talking about?” My unease about Bella was increasing with every piece of evidence that fell into place. “Charlie. Where’s Bella?” I looked at him sternly, every last trace of my happiness gone, the excitement of my return was quickly wearing off.

“She’s gone.” His face fell into his hands, but not a sound escaped his devastated form.

“What do you mean she’s gone. Where did she go?”

“She’s missing Alice.” He looked back up at me, anger touching each word.

“Where did she go? Did she run away?” I already knew that answer, but hoped I was wrong.

“No one knows where she went. She never came home from work on Tuesday. We’ve been searching and searching, but there have been no evidence of her any where. No one has seen her truck, nothing. The last person to see her was Mike Newton at work, but he saw her leave. I’ve been waiting and waiting, for something, any sign that she’s ok. But I’ve gotten nothing.”

“Charlie…I…” I didn’t have the words for this situation.

What could I say to comfort him? I knew who had taken his daughter, and that she most likely wasn’t alright. But I couldn’t tell him, I could only sit here and lie to his face and give him false hope.

‘I’m sure she’ll turn up. I’m sure she’ s fine.” No, I couldn’t give him those words. They were a huge lie and I would never place it on his already burdened heart. I knew she was never coming back. That maybe if she was ok, that he’d still never have the chance of seeing her again. No. I would never give him misguided sympathies. He deserved better, he deserved the truth, or at least a version of the truth.

His eyes were closed and his fingers lightly massaged his temples.

“Charlie. I know that my words are just that…words. But you have to have hope. She’s so strong, stronger than any of us ever gave her credit for. She’ll fight, she’d never just give up.”

He opened his eyes to see my face. “Yeah.” he said coldly.

What else could I say? I didn’t want him to think she was dead, when maybe she wasn’t.

“I’m going to be staying here for a little while. I’ll be at my house if you need anything.” He didn’t say anything. “Alright Charlie, anything.”

He finally nodded his head.

“I should get going, it’s getting late, it was a long flight.”

I couldn’t stay here anymore. Seeing Charlie in this state. I felt terrible. This was all partly our fault. We left her to fend for herself. Leaving her to fight Victoria alone, she never had a chance.

“Alright. I’ll see you later then.”

He walked me to the door, and we exchanged another hug. He held on a little longer than before. Like one of those hugs you’d give someone you knew you were never going to see again.

“Bye Charlie.” I said slightly holding his hand.

“Bye Alice.” He lightly gave my hand a squeeze then let it go. I smiled halfheartedly at him, but no emotions crossed his face, as I walked away.

I got into the car, rolled down the window and just sat there for a while. It really was a beautiful night. There were only some dark clouds floating across the sky, nothing that was threatening to suddenly rain.

Now what am I suppose to do?

I had to go home and tell everyone that Bella was missing. That really she was probably dead. I would have to tell them about my vision. Edward would get mad at me for not telling him about it, and then he’d get mad at me for coming here alone.

The reality of Bella being dead finally came crashing down on me. My vision had come true and Victoria had killed her. I put my head against the steering wheel and let the pain take over. I wished I could have to tears to shed for Bella, but I was dead, and now so was she.

This is all our fault anyway.

A gust of wind came floating into the car, completely taking over all my senses. It was so familiar, but it was now very different. It was definitely another vampire, but not just any vampire. This vampire carried the scent of someone to painful for my memory to comprehend. She still smelt lovely, like freesia or lavender, but now there was no blood flowing beneath her skin.

Out of the bushes walked a beautiful women. She walked gracefully towards my car. There was no moon to illuminate her gorgeous features, but I could see her face perfectly. Her skin was pale like mine. She had become more curvier and muscular. Her eyes, they weren’t crimson like they should be when you realize the way human blood calls for you. But instead they were a stunning butterscotch color.


She was alive. A vampire, but alive and that was better than her being dead. She was so different. So very beautiful.

The thought of her being able to fight that monster that yearned for human blood was astounding. I knew she’d be strong.

I got out of the car. I wanted to run to her to put my hands around her and tell her I was sorry. But the look on her face almost made my heart reappear after decades, and then instantly ripped out and stepped on. Her lips were pursed together in a pout, her eyes glared at me with burning hatred. She’d had all the right to be mad at me, but I had hoped that she for some reason wouldn’t be. I had to make this right.