They all prevail on her, all the people she loves, to make the right choice. Will she? A chaptered fic to explore the options Bella had at the end of Eclipse a little more fully. If she looks both ways... who does she choose?
so i was rereading eclipse with my newly j/b shipping eyes (don't kill me!) and i decided bella really chose edward without thinking hard enough about it. also, as my friends at SortOfBeautiful would say, the universe ships Jacob/Bella. so i thought the universe should have a little chat with bells about that. no, i do not know how the story will end yet. it may be e/b or j/b. sort of depends on what my reviewers want.
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“Hey, Leah.” I’m more than a little surprised to see her.
She inclines her head a quarter of an inch, and says in a stiff, clipped voice, “Isabella Swan.”
Like we’re meeting for the first time. No. Like she’s acknowledging an enemy right before a battle. “Do you want to come in? Can I get you anything?”
She glares at me blankly. I notice her hair’s been cut short, nearly shaved. It makes me a little sad. Something about the cut strikes a cord with the moment I found Jake, head shaved, eyes angry, Sam’s calm smile on his face, way back in the worst days of my life.
I’m shocked to find the memory hurts, not because those were the days without Edward, but because Jacob rejected me.
I sigh. Leah’s not going to accept courtesy, obviously. Well, I knew she didn’t like me. “Um… do you… did Sam want you here?” I start, not sure. After all, Leah obviously despises me. What is she doing at my house?
“I don’t run Sam’s errands.” Her voice is flat, but at least she’s talking.
“Then did you want to say something to me?”
“Yes. I did.” She takes a deep breath, as though bracing herself. “I came to talk to you about Jacob.”
I wince. Her and the rest of the world. I kind of thought attacking my personal life was going to be restricted to people the decision actually affected, but apparently not. “Not to be rude, but how is that your business?”
She takes a step towards me. She’s taller than Angela, menacingly tall, and her eyes flash fire. “Oh, I don’t know why it would concern me at all. Maybe because you have a choice.”
“You have a choice, the choice he never had.”
“Who are you talking about?” I begin.
She rolls her eyes. Somehow, it doesn’t diminish the intensity of her glare. “Sam, you idiot. I’m talking about Sam.”
My mouth falls open. Of course.
“He literally didn’t have a choice. It’s impossible to resist imprinting,” she says, and though she’s furious I can see how much sheer pain is behind the words. “You have a choice, the choice he didn’t have. You can walk away. You can not break the good heart of the person who loves you unconditionally, forever, no exceptions. You can live the life you should have had.”
I am silent. The parallel is all too clear now. As much as I protest that I have no choice, that it really is…
“You said it yourself, Bella. ‘It’s just like Sam and Emily.’ And who remembers me? I’m a footnote. An unfortunate consequence. Sad, but, hey, she’s a bitch. She deserves it.”
Leah’s arms are shaking, but I’m not afraid. Though she could very well phase, I know, somehow I know, that she won’t hurt me. After all, right now all she sees is that I’m Sam, in some strange way. I’m not usually this intuitive, but I see it clearly enough.
“Jake could imprint,” I say softly. She laughs. Cold and hard.
“Yeah. So could I. And your perfect vampire would be waiting. You know that.”
I shake my head, suddenly, violently. “I can’t do it.”
The anger is gone from her voice. All I hear is an empty resignment. “Of course you won’t.” And then she leans in closer, so I can feel her breath on my face with every word. “Who’d want me when they could have Emily?”
Before I can protest, she’s gone.