When You're Gone
It's four months before Bella and Edward's wedding. But Edward and the rest of the Cullen's have to leave to help take care of a pack of newbors in Alaska. When Edward get's held up, and Bella doesn't hear from him for a year, she starts to think he doesn't love her anymore. So Bella decides to try a new life. But, while she's running away from her old life something happens to her and she wakes up a vampire. Years later will Edward and Bella meet again? Or will love be lost for all eternity?
I got the idea for this story while i was at Spring Hill Summer Camp. So, um...i hope you like it. Ö < he wants you to read!
2. Chapter 2: Alone
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I wanted to find Edward. I really did. But I had no idea where to start. He could be anywhere!
After thinking for a long time, I decided to check the last place he was that I knew of. Alaska. I mean that’s where he and the rest of the Cullens were fighting the newborns. And if the fight was over he would come back, right?
But, what was taking so long?
After I left Jacob’s, I went home and packed a few things. Just the basics. Charlie wasn’t home. He was either at work or fishing with Billy. I didn’t know and I really didn’t care. Charlie and I hadn’t been on the best of terms for the last eight months. We hardly ever talked. A couple of days after our fight, he had apologized. I didn’t want to be mad at him so I forgave him. He was the only real dad I was ever going to have. After about three days, he realized that I was still my same sad self. He started bugging me about how Edward wasn’t coming back. And I got mad again.
I didn’t bother leaving him a note before left for Alaska. I didn’t care if he had no idea where I was. I was leaving, and hopefully never coming back. I took all the money out of our emergency stash, the money from working at Newton’s, and all the money I had saved up for college.
I got in my truck and started the long drive to Alaska. The shock of it all came down, I was all alone. I was really tired as I drove. I thought I was going to fall asleep at the wheel. The sun had set about four and a half hours ago. I stared out the windshield as I drove, watching the trees, illuminated by my headlights, as they passed. It seemed odd that I was the only person on the highway even if it was getting late. There was a somewhat eerie feeling to being all alone on a highway in an unfamiliar state.
I scoffed at myself. Of all the things I could be afraid of, vampires, werewolves; I was scared of an empty highway. Really, what’s wrong with me?
But, still, it felt as if somebody was following me. I turned around in my seat and looked behind me. Nothing. Nobody was there. I turned back around in my seat and focused on the roar in front of me.
A few minutes later, my old, rusty, truck started making an odd chugging sound. “Shit,” I mumbled as I pulled over to the side of the highway. I didn’t bother putting on my turn signal because there was no one else out there with me. My truck came to an abrupt stop, with my foot nowhere near the break.
‘That was weird,’ I thought. It seemed like it was fine. It was just making noises. The weird part wasn’t my truck making sounds; it was that when it stopped it felt like something was holding it back, like it was pulling on it to drag it backwards.
I took the flashlight I kept handy in my glove compartment out and opened the door. As I stepped out of my truck, there was a large gust of wind. I wrapped my light jacket around myself and went to the front to look under the hood. Unfortunately, I had no idea what I was looking for.
Even though I’m pretty sure she hated me, I really wished Rosalie was here with me.
I shined the flashlight and decided that there was nothing I could do. If anything, I’d just make it a lot worse.
‘Well,’ I thought, ‘it’s only about a mile to the next gas station. I could call for help.’ I turned on my heel and started walking down the street.
As I walked, the wind picked up. The way it rushed past my ears made it sound like somebody was blowing a whistle in the distance. I hugged my jacket closer to me.
I realized how silly it was for me to be scared of driving by myself. I laughed a little at the thought. Now, I realized that what was really scary was walking down a dark highway all alone in an unfamiliar state.
There was a slight rustling in the bushes on the side of the road. I spun and faced the noise, expecting the worst.
I saw nothing.
My thoughts went back to when my truck stopped all by itself. I heard a low chuckle behind me and I spun to face it.
Another laugh to my left. I turned again.
Again, behind me. I began to turn, but as I did, my arms were suddenly pinned behind my back. I screamed. The laugh I heard before was right next to my ear this time and I started to panic. My breathing was shallow and tears stung my eyes.
What would happen to me now?
Whoever was behind me gripped my wrist harder than any normal person could. I heard a bone snap in my wrist and I let out another scream.
This was no person. This was a vampire.
I whimpered at the pain in my wrist, and the vampire pushed me to the ground. I scraped my leg on a rock and it started to bleed.
‘Oh no!” I thought. ‘I’m bleeding! This is a vampire! I’m bleeding and this is the vampire. Oh my God!’ The vampire pulled me off the ground and held me in midair.
It was strange. I thought it, but it didn’t register in my head. I knew I was going to die, but somehow all I could think about was Edward. It seemed odd that even though he had left, and our wedding was supposed to be eight months ago, I still wore Elizabeth Mason’s ring on my finger.
A sharp pain in my neck pulled me out of my thoughts. I screamed as a fire started. The vampire threw me to the ground again, I hit my head and I started to fade out of conciseness.
I vaguely remember a car driving by and the vampire that attacked me picking me up and throwing me into the bushes.
I hit my head again and the last thing I remember was looking up into the black night sky and seeing the twinkling stars above me.