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Maybe...Just Maybe

What if Alice didn't see Bella jump? Bella is starting out her day like every other since Edward left. But she finds something that she never expected.She starts a journey to find true happiness but gets caught up in a war that threatens her life... And not to mention everything she's ever known, loved, and hated.
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4. Beck

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Chicago, Chicago, Chicago…I chanted in my head. Somewhere in that city I would find the answer that I was looking for. Could I be reunited with Edward? I remember the dream I had clearly. He called me ‘love’. That had to mean something. Well, it wasn’t actually Edward but it was as close as I could get right then. In the back of my mind, though, I started to wonder if my little adventure would end up in disaster. What if I became a vampire and Edward didn’t want me? But what if he does and will want me? I had proof that Edward still wanted me. The pictures and the dream were all solid evidence. But the night he left me was a huge contradiction to everything. But…no. It was impossible. I was probably reading too much into what he said. But…he didn’t say he didn’t love me until it was clear that I wasn’t going to let go…I stomped on the gas pedal and the truck lurched forward.

“I’m coming Edward,” I whispered. I was going to find him even if it was the last thing I would do…

I drove for what seemed like forever. My stomach was empty and so was the gas tank. If only my truck had better gas mileage…But it didn’t and it came to a halt in the middle of the road. No matter how many times I tried to start it up again, it just died down after a few seconds. With a sigh I got out of my truck and gathered everything I would need. I closed the door and said goodbye to my faithful friend. I started to walk away down the road until I heard a voice call my name. It sounded familiar…it took me a few seconds to recognize the voice. It was from the girl in my dreams…

“No! I’m not going to fall asleep on the edge of a road!” I screamed towards the voice.

“No one’s asking you to,” the sweet voice said. I turned around to see the girl standing behind me. She looked just like she did in my dreams.

“Wha-what the-” I tried to ask, but my words were stuck on my tongue.

“I’m your guardian angel, Bella,” she explained as if it was completely normal to have an angel appear in front of you. “It looked like you weren’t getting anywhere on your own and I couldn’t make you fall asleep every time I needed to talk to you so here I am! Now, let’s go,” she said. She started to walk along the road, but I caught her sleeve.

“Hey, wait a second. I don’t even know your name! And how do I know that I can trust you?”

“Is there any other explanation that you can think of? And to answer your first question, my name is Rebecca, but you can call me Beck.”


“Now let’s go!” Beck said, grabbing my hand and pulling me forward. Beck looked nice enough, so I let her pull me along. “Let’s get to know each other!” Beck said excitedly.

“I think you know enough about me,” I said back to her.

“Well, yah, but you need to get to know me, too!” Beck exclaimed. “Let’s see…I like everything cute…my favorite color is pink but I have to wear white all the time up there,” she said pointing up towards the sky. “I have no siblings but I don’t really have parents so…” Beck ranted on and on about herself, trying to get me involved in the conversation, but I was in no mood to contribute anything. “Well you are no fun!” Beck cried out.

“Well you were a lot less talkative during my dreams.”

“I have a time limit in dreams! I have to keep things short! But now I can talk all I want! You should talk more. It frees your mind!”

“I would talk but I’m starving and dead tired.”

“Then let’s check in at a motel.”

“I have no money.”

“I can make money!”


“I can make anything appear!”

“Then why didn’t you make a car or something!”

“I have a limit on what I can create.”

“And you’re allowed to counterfeit money?”

“Something things in life can’t be explained.”

“Like how my guardian angel can appear to me?”

Beck was about to answer, but she was cut short when something looking very deadly whizzed past her head.

“I see you have a new friend, Beck!” a deep and sinister voice called out. I turned around to see a man dressed in red and black standing about fifty feet behind us.

“Jonathan,” Beck hissed.