Edward never came back during New Moon. Carlisle wants too look around Forks just to see how things are, and he's very unhappy with what he finds. Bella isn't herself anymore. Something bad has happened, and he needs to set right what was made wrong five years ago. It's my first fan fic. Please bear with me, and tell me what you think.
It's all from Carlisle's point of view.
3. Chapter 3 - Temper
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Only about an hour had passed when a tall, dark man walked tensely towards where I had parked my car. His face was impassive, and his hands tremored slightly with anger. I could see clearly that he wasn’t as controlled and cool as he showed. “Go away, leech,” he shouted from fifty feet away.
I got out of the car and walked forward slowly, trying not to inhale the strong, bitter scent that emitted from the entire Reservation. I had my hands open; palms forward, in the universal gesture for peace, though I knew it would have little effect on him.
“Stop right there,” he barked, when the tips of my toes touched the line.
I stopped. “Are you the Alpha?” I asked calmly, as if we were having a regular conversation instead of him being quite a way away and glaring at me.
He twitched slightly. “Yes, I’m Alpha. I’m Sam Uley.”
His dark brows pulled together. “I know who you are.” His voice was eerily flat. It was as if he were dead to the world.
“Do you know why I am here, Sam?”
He stared at me. “I assume it has something to do with Bella.” Was I imagining the hint of regret that crept into his icy tone?
Idiot. How could he talk about her condition so openly and acceptingly? Did he have no conscience at all? “Is Jacob Black here?” I asked, instead of answering his assumption.
Sam looked bitter. “Jacob? Why?”
I resisted an Alice-esque urge to stick my tongue out and start screaming at him not to be completely ignorant. “Jacob, because Charlie Swan told me everything he could, and I would like to hear the full story before I make any judgments.” I tried to keep any of my ready-made judgments out of my voice.
“Jacob doesn’t want to see anyone,” Sam Uley said. “I really think you should leave.”
“I’m not leaving until I see Jacob,” I said contrarily. “I will stay right here until I can see him.”
“Pity,” he said. “Because Jacob isn’t actually here right now.”
I took a deep breath. “Do you know where he is?”
Sam’s eyes were expressionless, as was his voice. “He won’t be back for a long time.”
“I can wait.” Truth be told, I really would rather get going. Maybe see Bella again. But I didn’t want to back down to the dog.
“Do as you please,” the Uley boy said, shrugging. “I won’t wait around with you. But you won’t want to be around when Jake gets back. Hanging around our property isn’t the best idea.” And then he turned around and left.
I stared after him for a long while. There was no point in staying, was there? Should I go?
He won’t be back for a long time.
How long was long? I had waited for other things for much, much longer. But the pull to see Bella was so strong.
Possibly against my better judgment, I actually went home first. Letting myself thorough the door, I was struck by how much had changed in the past few years. I could almost see Alice running down the stairs, leaping forward to kiss Bella on the cheek. The walls seemed to echo back the sounds of Emmett and Jasper shouting, laughing. Esme’s scent lingered on the couch, where she relaxed and read magazines. The piano looked as if Edward had just left it; the seat even pulled back slightly at an angle, and a book still open. I took a step forward, half-expecting to trip on a pile of Rosalie’s shoes, or to run into Bella, who would be standing there and watching my family with amusement.
But all that really met me was an empty house. It was achingly and horribly empty. I saw something glitter under the couch, and bent down to pick up a shard of crystal.
I almost lost it. That fateful night seemed so long ago, and in this one moment I could see how devastating it had been. The damage it had caused. How could I not make things right? The pain that screamed at me from every floorboard, the spirit of the house that cried for us all to be happy, to forget our mistakes and move on, made me collapse on the couch in pain.
Carlisle. Pull yourself together. It can be fixed. It will be fine. I fingered the shard of glass. I might not be able to see Jacob Black right away, but I knew I would find him soon. Once I had everything sorted out, I could call Edward. I could explain what had happened – why I really was justified in returning here. Together, we would work out the best thing to do, the best way to handle this. Maybe, just maybe, our family could be whole again.
Esme wouldn’t be sad. Emmett would be reanimated. Edward would come home, like everyone wished. And Bella might have another chance at happiness – something that had clearly been denied her.
I found myself in the car again, speeding towards the hospital. I wasn’t sure, I realized as I walked through the door, what I expected to find here. But I wasn’t expecting the fresh scent of werewolf wafting from her doorway. I wasn’t expecting to walk in and see the dark, hulking form of Jacob Black bent over her body.
I hovered in the doorway, furious, but unwilling to interrupt him. He could hurt Bella again.
He spun around, as if my very presence had burned him. “Cullen,” he breathed furiously. His dark eyes sparked. He was shaking with anger, and I hadn’t even spoken a word.
I smiled politely. “Hello, Jacob,” I said. “I’m Carlisle Cullen. A friend of Bella’s.” Unlike you.
“What are you doing here?” He took a threatening step towards me, as if he intended to get in my face. And then he stopped, wrinkling his nose. “I thought you had left. I thought you were gone. I thought you were done ruining her life.”
I raised an eyebrow. “What would you call what you’re doing, then?”
To my surprise, he slumped back into his seat. The anger left his face, and he looked deflated. “I’m trying.”
Cautiously, I stepped further into the room and leaned on the far wall, away from him. “Trying what?” I asked mildly. I glanced furtively at Bella. She didn’t look as if she had sustained any fresh injuries. There was a fresh bouquet of flowers in a vase on her bedside table.
“Trying to fix what I’ve ruined.” He took his head out of his hands to glare at me. “Unlike you.”
That was ironic, considering what I had just spent a long time thinking about. “Why do you think I’m here?”
“I don’t care why you’re here!” He shouted. We both looked at Bella, and he lowered his voice. “I’d much rather you weren’t here.”
I took a good look at him. Jacob Black was a mess. He had dark circles under his eyes. His clothes looked rumpled, and his hair stuck up everywhere. Mental exhaustion seemed to ooze from his every pore. He had the air of someone who was doing the hardest thing he had ever done.
“Fine. Why are you here, bloodsucker?” he sighed. “Come to avenge your Bella? She’s not yours anymore, parasite. You shouldn’t be here.”
I narrowed my eyes, and shrugged. I wasn’t interested in small talk. Wasting no time on introductions, I said, “How could you do that to Bella, Jacob Black?”
“What does it matter to you, anyways?” he muttered, flushing under his dark russet skin. “You left her. Did you come back just to rub it in for her?”
“I came back to check in on things,” I said curtly. “I’m not happy with the way I found things. Would you care to explain why Isabella is in a coma, mildly injured and with child?”
Jacob’s face crumpled. “I never meant for that to happen,” he said, looking at her. He stroked her hand, and closed his eyes.
“Of course you didn’t,” I mocked. I couldn’t afford to be warm and understanding. “Honestly, Jacob. What did you expect would happen? That is generally what happens when a man and a woman…”
“Not that.” He waved shook his head, clenching his free hand into a fist to stop the shaking. “I never meant to hurt her. I thought I really could love her for forever. But then I met Lena.”
“Lena?” I asked coldly. “Who is she?” I shifted on the wall, crossing my arms and watching him skeptically.
“Have you ever heard of imprinting, parasite?”
“No.” I refused to give in, and sink to his level of insults. No matter how badly I wanted to. “Maybe you would care to explain that, too. I feel like I should know why, and not just how, you did this. Why would probably help too”
Jacob looked pained again. He looked at Bella stubbornly, refusing to meet my eyes as he bit down on his trembling lips. “It all ties together,” he said helplessly. “Bella… I still do love her. Unlike you, I never forgot her.” He paused, looking up to see if his words had hit a sore spot. I tried to hide the pain that his accusation caused. “It’s just… A wolf thing. You can love someone with all your heart and soul, but it won’t be enough. The one you imprint on will be yours forever. You will have been made for each other, and only she matters. You can’t go back from something like that. When I met Lena, I tried to tell myself that couldn’t have happened. I didn’t believe it was possible to love anyone more than I loved Bella.”
He shook his head sadly. “I was wrong. I was a fool. I got frustrated with myself and took it out on her. I ran to Lena for comfort. I didn’t even tell her about Bells for the longest of times. She was too understanding.” A huge shudder ripped through his body. “She said I could try sharing.”
My mouth tasted bitter with anger. “So you were angry at yourself for something entirely brought on by your own… condition… and you took it out on Bella?”
“I didn’t mean to,” he protested hotly.
“And I didn’t mean to become a vampire,” I said. “Funny how these things happen. I think that one was probably in your control, though, Jacob.”
“You don’t understand,” he half-roared.
“No, I don’t.” He was on his feet. I took a step forward, concerned by his violent shaking. He was still so close to Bella… But I couldn’t help responding to him angrily, knowing that I was only making things worse. “Please, help me to understand.”
“It’s just because you’re nothing more than a filthy leech. You can’t understand that kind of love because you don’t even have a beating heart. I love Lena, and nothing will ever change that. I love Bella, too, but it’s not enough. I had to choose between one of them, and I had no choice but to choose Lena. I don’t know if you were aware of it, but werewolves have a temper? It’s hard to hold in. I couldn’t help it. Bella was annoying me. She kept trying to get in between Lena and I.” He was yelling now.
“That’s quite enough, Jacob.” I frowned at him. “Can’t you control yourself? You’re in a hospital. Pull yourself together.” I took a step closer, unwilling to back down now. “Please, leave.”
He glared down at me. “Why should I? Aren’t you the one intruding? You just got back from some fantasy vacation of sorts. I don’t know. But you can’t just pop back in and start ordering me around.”
“Might I remind you that you’re on my land?” I glowered. “I have grounds to start the war right now. As it is, I think I’ll contain myself. But I will ask you to leave. Now. And stop visiting Bella. I don’t want you around her. It’s not safe.”
“Not safe?” he sputtered. “Who’s the one who’s going to drink her blood?”
I ignored the jab. “You said you wanted her out of the way so that you could have Lena to yourself.” The words burned my tongue. I hated the idea of him being with Bella, but I knew that his being with Lena had hurt her. That stung worse than the idea of the Bella and him being together. “Now’s your chance. I’ll take care of her, and you can run off to whatever you would be doing before she came and ruined it all for you.”
Jacob glared at me contemptuously, and then spat at my feet before he stormed out the door.