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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.

16. Looking at it the Wrong Way

Rating 5/5   Word Count 1497   Review this Chapter

Sam waltzed out of the forest clad only in the sweatpants. I sighed when I saw him, and I saw his worried look.

“Bella!” he said, voice full of worry for me. His arms wrapped around me tightly and I relaxed in them. “You’re shaking. What’s wrong? Tell me, Honey.”

“I—I had a-another vision, S-Sam.” God, I sounded like a stuttering idiot! Why couldn’t I keep my cool? Oh, that’s right; I was worried about my true love and my best friend. “It was awful.”

“Tell me, Baby,” Sam whispered, pulling me over to a rock and sitting down with me placed in his lap comfortably. I rested my cheek against his shoulder and shuddered. “Tell me the vision, Bells.”

So, I told him. I told him exactly what I saw. In great detail, too.

I looked up at Sam to assess his reaction. He was rolling his eyes and sighed. What!? That’s definitely not the reaction that I was expecting. At all!

“Bella,” Sam began. “You know that that will never happen, right? It is not even possible. I don’t know why you had it. Maybe it was of the past.”

“How could that not happen, Sam!? It is so possible! And, why the hell would I have a vision of the past. I know that it was not that past, Sam. I know it!”

“Bella, Bella, Bella. Sweetheart, I hate to break it to you, but Edward is not alive. He’s been dead for about fifteen years. Bella, are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine, Sam,” I told him, pushing the hand that he jokingly put up to my forehead. “And, I guess I forgot to tell you. I mean, I just found this out myself. Edward is alive, Sam. He is inside that house right there, right now.”

“You’re joking,” Sam said.

I shook my head fiercely. “I’m not, though. He really is. I just talked to him. He was Marcus when we were at the Volturi! I swear. You have to believe me!”

“I do, Bella, I do believe you. But, I’m not sure that I’m following what you are saying. He was Marcus when we were at the Volturi. How? That does not make any sense, Baby. How is he alive?”

“Well, I guess when the Volturi came to clean up his body, they brought him back to life somehow, and I don’t think that they really wanted anyone to know. So, somehow he was…transformed to look like Marcus, I guess.”

Sam was quiet for awhile, and I think he was trying to find his voice. “He’s here?” he finally said. “Right now? In the Cullen’s house?”


A growl rumbled in Sam’s chest. “Sam,” I warned. “You have to calm down if we don’t want my vision happening.”

“I think I should kill him again, Bella. He cheated on you!”

I was taken aback. He cheated on me? “When?”

“I’ve told you this before, Baby. When I… killed him last time. He went to Denali… Tanya?” I knew he was trying to bring what he had said that day back.

I killed him because I know what happened while he was gone,” Sam argued. My eyebrows creased, but I leaned into Sam, my knees suddenly feeling weak. “He can’t jut use my Bella as a play toy fro his own pleasure when he wants her. I know he was in Alaska with Tanya!”

I remembered now. He was talking on the phone with Alice. And she must have asked why he had killed Edward. Something had happened between Edward and Tanya. I had to get to the bottom of this.

That meant that I would have to talk to Edward… and Tanya. I wasn’t sure if Edward would give me the answers that I wanted, knowing that it could possibly break our newly found friendship. I would either have to call Tanya on the phone, or pay the Denali clan a visit.

“Bella?” Sam’s voice broke me out of my thoughts. “You okay in there? You spaced out.”

“Just thinking,” I muttered as I kissed his lips quickly. I sighed and said, “We have to go look for an apartment soon, Sam. We were allowed to keep Edward’s room, but I said that we could just find an apartment while we wait for the renovations to be done. Of course, we’ll just move back in then.”

Sam nodded his head absently. “Maybe we should go do that.” I nodded my head, too. Scrutinizing his expression. “Maybe I should go have a little chat with Edward, first.”

“No!” I yelled. “No, I don’t want my vision happening. I cannot leave you two alone together. It’s not safe, Sam. Let’s just go find you a shirt and go apartment hunting.


Much to my surprise, finding an apartment turned out to be fun and easy. Sam and I found the perfect apartment in just under two hours. It had one bedroom, a small living room, a bathroom, and a small kitchen. Not that we would really have to use the kitchen or the bathroom.

They said that we could start moving in tomorrow. We had to pay the first month’s rent up front. Not that we would be staying here longer than one month.

Sam wrapped his arms around my waist from behind me and pulled my back to his chest. His chin rested gently on my shoulder.

“It’s perfect for us,” he murmured. “I wish we could have really been looking for our first apartment together as humans, though.”

“Me too,” I whispered, turning myself around in his arms and placing my hands on his chest. I leaned up and kissed his lips. “But, it’s still a moment that I will always remember, baby.”

“Same here.”

I buried my head in his chest and moved my hands up so that they were around his neck. Sam started nuzzling my neck. I sighed. Could this moment be anymore perfect?

“Mmm,” Sam hummed, tickling my neck. I giggled and reached up to kiss him again.

“Maybe we should go back to the house and start packing up the things that we are taking with us to the apartment,” I told him.

“Not that that will take us very long,” Sam huffed.

“Well,” I said seductively. “I am one hundred percent positive that we can find something… productive to do after we pack.”

“Well, then,” Sam said releasing me and taking hold of my hand. “What are we doing standing here for? We definitely need to get a move on with that packing.”

I shook my head while my shoulders shook with silent laughter. “Of course, Sweetie.”


When Sam and I walked into the house, he paused, his nostrils flared.

“I forgot that thing is here,” he said through clenched teeth.

“And, you are going to be nice, Sam,” I told him. “I don’t care if you don’t want to be, but you must be nice.”

“But, what if he’s a jerk to me first?” Sam whined.

“Gah! You are sounding like a five year old, Sam,” I said, throwing my hands up in the air. “But, if Edward is being mean to you, then I will take care of it. You just tell me. Although, I am certain that Edward will do nothing to me.”

“What? You cannot believe that I started the fight that happened between Edward and me in your vision. You know what, Bella? Maybe you’ve got the whole vision wrong. Maybe you are looking at it the wrong way.”

“Gosh! You really know how to through the mood away, Sam,” I joked. “I do no think I want to do something after we pack everything up. Thanks!”

“Aww…” Sam groaned, wrapping his arms once again around me. “Please!”

“Maybe. If you stop whining for a bit.”

Just then, Edward walked into the room. I sighed. “Why don’t you go upstairs, sweetie, and start packing and I’ll be up in a few. Sound good?”

Sam growled and kept his eyes placed on Edward. “I do not want to leave you alone, though, Bella. Not with him.”

“Sam,” I warned. “Remember what I told you.” He nodded and sulked up the stairs. I waited until I heard the door slam upstairs till I looked at Edward.

“So…” I began. “How’s Tanya doing these days?”

“I don’t know, Bella,” he answered, looking at the carpet. “I have not seen her in awhile.”

“How long is awhile?” I questioned, probing his head with my eyes, trying to get him to look me in the eyes.

“About fifteen years,” he said, his voice full of nonchalance.

“So, you had a….” I paused, searching for the right word. “Fling with Tanya when you left me. That is just wonderful, Edward, just wonderful.” My voice was filled with venom and I noticed Edward flinch, his head still bowed.

After I realized that he was not going to respond, I said, my voice not calmer, “Why didn’t you tell me, Edward? I honestly don’t think that I would have minded as much if I heard it from you. After all, we were basically broken up.”

Just then my cell phone rang, and I groaned, lifting it from my pocket. There was no number on the front of it. Just the word, “OUT OF AREA,” in big capital letters.