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Wolf's Girl

This is a sequel to A CHANGE IN MONSTERS, so I would suggest reading that first. Bella/Sam

Remember, No Emily.

15. Not Again

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Then, there was a knock and the door.


He walked silently into the room, looking at me the entire time, not even acknowledging Alice. His eyes scanned my body up and down. It was then that I remembered that I still had my dress on from the party. Of course, now it was covered it mud and other unknown substances from when Sam ran me back to the house.

“I never got a chance to tell you that you looked beautiful in that dress,” he purred. “In fact, I never got to tell you anything. Though, I wanted to deeply. I guess since Marcus couldn’t—or wouldn’t—talk, I couldn’t either. I wanted desperately to tell you who I was Bella, but I never could. Do you know how agonizing that was for me?”

I didn’t say anything and turned to Alice. She was gone, must have slipped out to give us some privacy. I didn’t want privacy, though. I was just in here to get clothes for Sam. Now I could not even do that.

I shook my head. “Edward,” I said to him. “I really don’t think this is a good time to talk. As a matter of fact, I don’t think that any time will be good to talk.”

“Why?” he asked. I looked up into his eyes—hurt, that’s what was there.

“I am still freaking out over the fact that you are… alive. You should not be. And, I… don’t love you anymore, Edward. I love Sam now. I have Sam. Can you understand that?”

“I just don’t understand how I lost you, Bella.”

“You left me. I found Sam. Sam and I are together now. It’s really not that hard to understand.”

“I don’t think he’s any good for you, Bella,” Edward said gruffly. “I don’t trust him.”

“And why not? You wouldn’t like it if I was dating Emmett! It would not matter who it was. You just want me for yourself, and I get that, Edward, I really do.”

“Do you?” he asked, bowing his head. “I don’t think you possibly could, Bella. Youjust can’t know what I’m feeling.”

“It is not Sam that you don’t like. It’s just the fact that Sam loves me that you can’t handle it! What I said before! It doesn’t matter who I’m with. It’s the fact that I’m not with you, Edward.

“And, you know what? I think I do have a pretty good idea what you are going through and feeling, Edward.” I took a breath. “You left me. I had no idea where you were, Edward. You could have been anywhere, doing anything with anyone. That’s all I could think about. Well, until Sam came along.”

Edward was silent, and I’m assuming he was contemplating what I had said. He sighed and shook his head mournfully.

“Edward,” I sighed. “I really do hate leaving you right now, because I know that we need to talk, but Sam is waiting outside, and I don’t want him to think that something happened to me.”

He nodded slowly, still thinking.

I got up and went to the dresser, opening the drawer to get some sweats out for Sam. “Sam and I will be renting an apartment,” I told him. “There is going to be a room added to this house and until that’s finished, that is where Sam and I will be staying, so you can have this room back. We’ll move everything out tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to move out because of me,” he said with a solemn voice.

“We’re not. I suggested that Sam and I just live in the apartment forever, but Alice said no, of course. We have to live here. You shouldn’t worry about anything, Edward. Just live your life while you can. We don’t want you to die again,” I informed him. “None of us do. I bet even Sam would not want you to die.”

He scoffed. “Bella, you could never hear his thoughts. He doesn’t want me around. At least he doesn’t know that I am here right now. We would have a major fight.”

I cocked my head to the side. “Edward,” I whispered, while turning to face him. I could feel the sad frown plastered on my face. I walked up to him, dropped the sweat pants on the ground, and wrapped my arms around his waist in a friendly gesture.

I felt him take a small step back from me, but I held on tightly. After a few seconds, he wrapped his arms around my back. I buried my face into his chest and dry sobbed.

How had my life ended up like this? I remember when I just lived for Edward. Woke up every morning thinking about his face; dreaming about him every single night. He was what held me together.

Now, it seemed like we barely even knew each other. And, you know what? I hated it! I hated not talking to him. I liked having him back. I knew that there was a small part of my heart that was taken with him when he died, and now that he was back, that part of my heart was back. And I loved having an almost perfect heart.

One of Edward’s hands rubbed circles into my back while the other smoothed my hair. I sighed into his chest when I calmed down.

“Edward,” I whispered.

“Hmm?” he hummed. He pressed a finger under my chin and tilted it up so he could look at me in the eyes.

“I miss the old days,” I admitted. “Sometimes I wish we could go back when the only thing I had to worry about was you being a vampire. I miss those so much!”

“Me too,” he muttered, pressing me closer to him.

“We are going to be best friends,” I told him. “And, I don’t care what you think. I don’t care if you don’t want to be. That’s what we are going to be!”

“Bella,” Edward said, and I braced myself for what was coming. “I would expect nothing less than being your bestest friend.” His crooked smile spread across his face and I could feel and equally big smile forming on mine.

“I love you, Edward.” I pressed my face into his shoulder.

I heard him sigh before saying, “You know I love you, too, Bella.” I smile again and squeezed him tightly before letting go and picking the sweat pants off the ground.

I turned to leave, but then quickly faced Edward again. I held out my hand which was curled into a fist except for my pinky. “Pinky promise that we are bestest friends, Edward.” He chuckled but strode across the room and crossed his pinky with mine. I smiled and gave him one more tight squeeze before leaving the room.

I clomped down the stairs, making noise on purpose. Emmett was at the bottom looking up to see what the racket was.

“That you, Bella?” he asked. “Making all that noise?”

“Yes, Emmett,” I sighed.

“Why are you so hyper?” he said.

“I happened to just make a bestest friend,” I informed him.

“What about me?” he asked sounding hurt.

“Emmett, you are my best friend.”

“Well,” Emmett started, “who is your “bestest” friend?”

“That’s for me to know, and you to find out, Emmett. Now, if you will be so kind as to excuse me, I have to go bring these sweat pants to the love of my life.”

Emmett started making gagging sounds.

“Oh, now you asked for it,” I said. My mood was extremely lightened since Edward and I had set things straight. “Oh, Rosalie!”

“No!” Emmett yelled. “Bella, stop it!”

“Yes?” Rosalie inquired, coming up behind Emmett. Emmett jumped and turned to face her.

“Emmett, here, seems to have an issue with love. Teach him something, Rose.”

I turned around toward the door, and ran outside. Sam was pacing up and down the driveway. When he saw me, he ran up to me and licked my arm. I giggled. He did not seem to notice that I smelled like Edward, and I was thankful. I did not want him freaking out in wolf-form.

He took the sweatpants from my hand into his mouth and ran off into the forest.

And, that was when I had my second vision:



Snapping of teeth.

It seemed that my worst nightmare was coming true.

Sam and Edward were at it again. Fighting. And I could tell that they were not going to stop until one of them died. Sam was I wolf-form, and his paw flashed out toward Edward. Edward winced in pain as the paw came in contact with his skin.

There were claw marks down Edward’s side. I shrieked in horror, but they were to into their fight.

Edward went down and Sam moved so his head was over Edward. Sam opened his jaw wide and went for Edward’s neck.