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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!


7. Chapter 7: Dull Existence

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Since Jacob and I burned down Emily’s house three months came and went. My life hadn’t changed much. During the week I went to school and work. On the days I didn’t work I’d go to Jake’s or he’d come here. Then on the weekends I’d go to First Beach alone, while Jacob and the others patrolled. Victoria had all but disappeared for almost a month, but they still insisted on patrolling, just to be safe. I hated them spending all their time trying to ensure I was safe. It had become such a big part of their life. I saw it as a burden, but they ensured me that they didn’t mind.

Sam never left again. He continued to heal, as did I. He never became a zombie the way I had. He was his normal strong self again, but his eyes were always sad. Sometimes I’d catch him just staring off into space. I’m sure his thoughts were focused on the memory of Emily. We all missed her so much.

Jake and I continued with the way things were. Neither of us brought it up and neither of us tried to go any further. I was thankful for that. I was happy with the way things were, but also felt selfish for even letting it get this far.

My life had fallen into such a slump. Everyday, every week, every month the same boring thing. I looked around the Newton’s store. This was my life...this would be my life. I would stay here forever in false hopes. I knew he was never coming back but couldn’t stop my subconscious from hoping. In the end I was only hurting myself.

The memories of Edward’s magnificent beauty was already failing. I could hardly even make out definite details about his face, it was all fuzzy. I hated myself for forgetting someone that important. But like he said “Human memories fade.” His name wasn’t so hard to say anymore, but I still steered away from it. I was still broken, but was slowly getting back up.

I looked at the clock, ten more minutes.

"Bella, you can leave if you want, I'll close." Mike chimed in as if I had said it out loud.

"Are you sure?" Like I cared, I wanted to get out of this place already.

"Yeah, it's fine you go home, you look so tired."

"Ok, I'll see you later then." I took of my vest and shoved it under the counter, grabbed my bag and was gone, before he could change his mind. "Bye Mike." I didn't wait for a response.

It was dark, the clouds were low, and it was pouring so hard I could barely see my truck. I unlocked the car door and pulled it open. My keys fell to the ground into a shallow puddle.

That's just great.

I knelt down and put my hand in the puddle to find my keys that had disappeared. My fingers grazed the pavement and grovel searching for my keys. I finally felt them and picked it up. I stood up with my head bent down, trying to get out some of the mud that had gotten under my nails.

Something yanked the hood of my jacket, pulling me forward into the car. My face slammed into the seats of my car, as someone pulled me to the passenger seat, my cheek still dragging against the seat. I wiggled around trying to loosen the grip, but the fingers held on tightly. I wanted to scream, but it got stuck in my throat.

The fingers released my hood, and then the passenger door slammed closed. I was alone, but the drivers side was still open.

My keys.

I must have dropped them. I looked around the car and spotted them on the ground. I reached across the seat to pick them up, but a pale wet hand beat me to it. My fingers stopped mid-way.


My body froze as the fingers picked up the keys and jingled them teasingly.


"I don't think so." Her voice were like razors, that cut into me so deep, that I could feel the blood being drained from my body.

I tilted my head up afraid of what I might see, but praying I was wrong.


There she stood, my keys in hand. Her red hair and tattered clothes drenched from the rain. Her lips pursed together, her eyes had a look that cats get when they play with their prey.

I stayed there stretched across the seat, frozen with fear. She realized I wasn't moving, so she place one strong hand on my shoulder and pushed me back.

My body flew back and slammed into the door. I closed my eyes as the pain quickly shot through my back. I clenched my chest and groaned in agony. I heard the door shut, and the engine roar to life. I felt the car reverse, and the tires screech forward as she stepped on the gas, making me fall forward, hitting my head on the dashboard. She let out a small chuckle. I sat up and cupped my head, it was throbbing.

My heart was going crazy, the adrenaline and fear making it grow louder. I could hear the pounding in my ears in the silent car. She reached her hand out, and I flinched back, but she continued to reach for me. She placed her icy cold damp hand on my chest and felt the rhythm of my heartbeat. I stared at her hand as my chest moved up and down with each breathe I took. I followed her small muscular arm up to see her face. Her eyes were closed as she listened. My eyes shot to the road, that she no longer was watching. We were going to crash. Is this how she wanted to kill me? But the car stayed on the road, never swerving, we were fine, the night passing us by in a blur. I looked back at her, her eyes now open. She pulled her hand away from my chest and placed it on the steering wheel.

"It's been too long since I've heard a heartbeat the ways your just did. You can tell so much about someone from their heartbeat. Yours is filled with pain, anguish, fear, and yet the underlining beat...love." She glanced at me from the corner of her eye, pulling up half her mouth to form a slight smile.

"What?" I asked sternly.

Love. That feeling had been long wrenched from my heart. I loved my family, but the feeling of romantic love had been released from my heart along time ago.

"Yes. Love. You fear for you life, which is obvious. You feel pain and anguish because your heart is still so broken. And yet you feel love. Love for the very one that shattered your heart into all those little pieces."

My mouth hung open in astonishment. How did she know that? She could tell all that from my heartbeat? I didn't say anything. I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of being right.

I changed the subject. "Where are you taking me?"

"Does it matter. No one will come looking for you. The ‘thing’ that you can't seem to let go of, that you can't seem to forgive, will never come for you. I could have just killed you as soon as I saw you, and it wouldn't have mattered." she smiled.

"It does matter. I wasn‘t asking for his benefit. I have other people that care for me, and they will come looking for me." My voice was stronger than I expected. I was certain that Jacob would be coming soon.

"Oh right you mean those dogs." she hissed as she acknowledged them. "They won't be coming either. I'm no fool, sweet fragile Bella. I brought along some friends to keep those mutts occupied so that

I'll have enough time to do all the things I have planned."


“Yes Friends. Those dumb mutts will probably be chasing them around for so long, they won’t even realize your gone. Then by the time they do realize you’ve gone missing, it’ll be too late.”

I felt my shoulders slump over into a hunch in defeat. She chuckled sinfully, as she watched me.

She looked me up and down. “I’m going to have fun with you.” she said. Her lips forming into a huge evil smile, allowing all her sharp white teeth to beam back at me.

I shivered involuntarily.

I turned to stare out the window as she drove me to my doom. There was a full moon tonight. It was really beautiful. I was filled with warmth by it, even though I was sitting next to worst thing in the whole entire world. I had no idea where we were. Just then a thought popped into my head.

I can jump out of the car.

It was a stupid idea, but it was the only one I had. The only way of maybe even coming close to escaping. I’d open the door, and jump out. I’d probably roll for a while, but as soon as I was able to get some control I’d run. That was bad too. I’d probably fall…a lot. She’d have to stop the car, and then get to me. This was a bad idea. There was no way I was going to make it, but I had to try.

I stared out the window trying to keep my face from looking mischievous, so she wouldn’t know I was going to make a run for it.

I wonder if this will make her more mad at me and she’d opt to just killing me right now. That would be better than letting her torture me or whatever she had planned for me. I’d take that over being tortured.

Without thinking it through anymore, I yanked the handle and the door shot open and I jumped…