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Choices

Summary:
Choices Banner This story takes place in Eclipse when Riley goes to Bella’s room to gather her belongings for Victoria. This is what could have happened if Bella had arrived while he was still there, and the events following. Written pre-Breaking Dawn, so that book will be disregarded here. This will include my idea of how the series would have ended.


Notes:
Choices Banner *Written before Breaking Dawn was released, so that book will be ignored with this story.


2. Innocent Victim

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(Previously):

"Everyone thinks your so special...I don’t get it. You’re nothing. Besides, I wouldn’t contaminate my system with your blood - I don’t know why James insisted on tracking you. At least I can draw out your death a little this way...still, it would have been so much better -" She stopped speaking abruptly, as we all heard a car door slam. A fierce look crossed Victoria’s face, and she looked back at me. "Maybe this is going to turn out much better than I thought," she sneered, her eyes narrowing.

Oh no. I could only assume Alice had ‘seen’ this, and now Edward had arrived, and he was going to end up in a fight with two strong vampires, one of which had just consumed a great deal of human blood. "Edward, stay away, leave me here," I tried to scream. Instead it came out weak and barely audible. There was so much pain, so many kinds of pain. I could barely move, and the horror of helplessly having to watch as Edward was destroyed completely immobilized me.

Chapter 2: Innocent Victim

BPOV

"What the he-" I heard coming from the front yard. "Bella?!" Charlie yelled. Charlie?! No, no, no! Why was he home?

With a flash, Victoria was gone and back, restraining my father in a vice-tight hold. She laughed gleefully as she effortlessly took his gun from his hand and tossed it aside. "Look Bella, daddy’s come home to play," she cackled.

"Let me go! Who are you and what have you done to my daughter?!" Charlie fiercely screamed at Victoria & Riley; I could tell from his expression what I must look like - bad.

"Watch closely Bella," Victoria taunted. She did something to make my father scream out in pain. I felt sick.

"Dad-" I tried to speak, gasping between my own screams, which continued as the fire burned in my veins. I was trying as hard as I could to keep quiet, to keep Charlie calm, but it was near impossible.

"No, no Bella. You don’t get to speak," Victoria snapped.

"Tell me now, police Chief, what on earth did you plan on using that for?" Victoria motioned towards the gun.

"What do you think? I was going to blow your head off for hurting my daughter!" Charlie roared, his anger taking control again.

"Really..." Victoria motioned for Riley to pick up the gun. "Do you think it’s actually normal that a girl like me is able to stand here, effortlessly restraining you, and break one of your arms?"

Charlie hesitated, trying to figure out what to do. Clearly distraught, he kept his eyes on me. He was furious and in incredible pain, but calmly said, "Let’s just talk this out. I don’t mean any harm to you, I just want to help my daughter. Tell me what you want." He seemed to decide to rely on his rational police training. Make the bad guy your friend; I’d seen it before, but my father had no idea what sort of bad guy he was trying to deal with.

"I don’t like unanswered questions, Chief - let’s have another demonstration to help you along," Victoria said, as I heard another sickly snapping sound, and Charlie screamed in agony, cursing loudly.

"There. Two broken arms, Chief. Now, do you think that’s normal? I really don’t care for your tone of voice, or your vocabulary towards me either. Oh Riley...why don’t you aim that pathetic little weapon of the Chief’s right at my chest." Riley did as he was told, and Charlie’s eyes widened in shock. "Go ahead Riley, pull the trigger," she ordered. A shot fired, and she laughed as the bullet literally bounced off of her. Charlie looked as though he thought he was going insane.

"Now, just for the sake of comparison, shoot the good Chief in the leg." Another shot fired, and I heard my father drop to his knees as he cried out in pain, again.

"Talk this out - hmm...Well, I’m afraid we’re about out of time, Chief," Victoria said as she glanced toward the road. "I will share some information with you though, since you want to talk about things so badly. Your daughter here is about to die. She’s lost entirely too much blood, you see. All of this is her fault, really. You can thank her later."

"Now, tell her you love her," she ordered my father.

"Just let me go, please, so I can help her. Take whatever you want from the house, take my wallet, I don’t care about any of it. Just let me help my daughter," Charlie pleaded, the confusion and pain evident on his face.

"No, what I said, was to tell her you love her!" Victoria demanded, as another scream came from Charlie. This could not be happening.

"I love you Bella," Charlie whispered, his voice cracking roughly.

I stared in horror as Victoria calmly said, "There, that wasn’t too difficult, was it?"

"Now, say ‘Goodbye Bella,’" Victoria ordered my father, looking at him expectantly.

He looked at me with fear and defeat in his eyes. I have never seen my father look fearful before, and to know I was the cause of it had me completely tormented. He never lost eye contact with me as he whispered, "Goodbye Bella."

Within a second Victoria had placed her lips on Charlie’s neck, and I watched helplessly as she drained the life from my father. She dropped his lifeless body to the ground, clapped her hands, saying, "I do hope you enjoyed the show. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be reunited with him momentarily. That was fun though, so much better than I had hoped for. In fact, I think I’d feel much better if I was able to eliminate all of your immediate family, that way there won’t be anymore people walking on this earth that share your blood. I do believe I feel a trip to Florida coming on. Or maybe not - I wouldn’t want to clue your psychic friend in on anything, even though I don’t see why she’d care since you’ll already be dead. Don’t worry, if I do go, I’ll extend the same courtesy to your dear mother, and let her know that it’s your fault she’s dying." With one last fleeting glance toward the road, she turned and flew off into the woods.

Riley turned and ran after her, yelling, "Victoria, wait for me!"

I was still staring at my father’s body, and I turned my head and vomited. I couldn’t stay here like this, not in the middle of Charlie’s yard, not with his body right here. I couldn’t spend the last seconds of my life staring at what I had caused to happen to him. I managed to pull myself to my feet and stumble into the woods. It didn’t matter what other creature might find me in here - nothing could be worse than the state of pain I was already in. I pulled myself through the woods, grabbing every tree I could for support, sometimes half dragging myself across the ground, until I eventually could move no more. Finally, I gave in to the pain and fell to the ground. One last thought gripped me, and gave me the strength to grab a pebble and try to scratch a message to Edward.