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Chasing a Sunset

What would have happened if Bella had sent Jacob and Nessie away during the battle? This is my take on what would have happened.

This is my first fanfic, so please rate and review!! Also, I used chapters to switch perspectives, so the name of the character whose perspective the chapter is written from is in the title of the chapter. Sorry if it gets confusing. Enjoy!

3. Chapter 3 Jacob

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I wonder how long we'll be on the run. I mean, this can't last forever. There has to be a point when we are safe, and can take a rest. If any of the royal leeches or whatever they're called, survive, maybe we will be on the run forever. I hope they get through this, the Cullens and the packs and everyone on the good side. The royal leeches can all go die, or whatever vampires do. As much as I hate to admit it, the Cullens are okay, once you get past the stink. Although, getting rid of the psychopath blonde might be an improvement.

Since Nessie was finally asleep, I decided to take a look in the purse I had sent with her. It took me a minute to find it. Inside was a letter for Charlie, a letter for Renée, a letter for Nessie, money, lots of money. Hold on, fake IDs! What was going on? Does she want me to go back to Forks, ‘cause that would be stupid. Does she want me taking Nessie to Jacksonville? I mean what would I do, show up and say "Hi, you don't know me but I think you're only daughter is dead, and this is her child who looks to be years old, but is actually about three months. She can talk, she grows more by the day, and she can show you what she's thinking by touching you." Yeah, not the greatest plan ever. Then I found a letter for me, just a plain, white envelope, with my name written on it. Why would she leave a letter for me? To try to apologize probably, like she always does. Why can't she just let it be? She doesn't have to say sorry for everything she does. It took me a while to open it. Maybe it was that the letter might be from a dead girl that it took me so long. Maybe it was because that girl was my best friend. I finally worked up the nerve to open it. It read,


I wish it didn't have to come to this. If you're reading this, it means I've sent you off with Renesmee, it means I fear the worst for her life, and my existence as well. There is no one else I could trust with this, Jacob. You put me back together time and time again, when I was broken. It's funny; I used to think of you as my replacement sun. Now you'll be my son-in-law. Wow, a son-in-law who looks about five years older than I do. I hope we live through this, and if we do, we'll find you two. Everything you need should be in this bag. I know you will pull through this. Please do this one last thing for me, for her. Don't give her the letter yet. Wait a few weeks, months, just not yet. She'll probably be mad at you when she finds out you have it, but please, wait. I hope to see you again, Jacob I truly do.

Your friend,


Wow. I sat there for a moment, stunned. Then I started planning. So, do we go to Florida first, since it's safest, and then wait a while before going back to Forks? Or do we go to Forks and see if they survived. There was enough cash to get first class flights to Florida and then back to Forks, a few times over. As I was putting the notes back in the backpack, I noticed a paper I hadn't seen before. Written on it was one thing. In all caps, in Bella's new, flawless handwriting was RIO DE JANIRO.

Well, that was confusing. What did Rio de Janeiro have anything to do with, well anything? Was it some sort of code? This didn't make any sense. Although, I did leave us enough money to fly to Rio if we wanted to and it is pretty far away. OK, so I guess we'll go to Rio. Or does it mean something else entirely? Why can't the bloodsuckers ever give a straight answer? Maybe we should just go back to Forks. It doesn't matter what I said, she's always trying to save others from hurt, but she causes so much of it. We'll go back, and find out if they survived the battle. Then we'll decide what to do from there. If we start running now, we might be able to make it there by tomorrow night. But Nessie is sleeping, and I could do with some shut eye. It can wait until tomorrow.