Bella was about to jump to her death. My Bella. I had caused her all this pain and hurt in attempt to save her. I couldn't do anything right. All I could hope was that I wouldn't be too late. I couldn't be too late. I am taking an official break from this story. I might finish it eventually, but no guarantees. I am currently working on a re-write of this story--See author's note (Chapter 8) for details.
This is my fantasy New Moon. It picks up right before Bella jumps off the cliff. The title is after the Nickelback song, which I suppose could serve as a theme song for this story. Enjoy!
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We were only half an hour from Denali when it hit its worst. I had predicted and hoped for it to be a few hours later so I could comfort her through the final minutes of her heart’s beating, but that obviously wouldn’t happen. Her screams were amplifying at an alarming rate, and it would have to get worse before it got better. I just wished I could help her, be with her; she did always say that my mere presence made everything better for her. But I was driving. As a vampire, I am talented, but driving from the back seat with a screaming almost-vampire moving around in my lap would be a stretch. I could always pull over and crawl into the back seat with her, but we would be later getting to the lodge, and they, especially Tanya, would worry. Tanya was very similar to Esme; she was the “mother” figure in the clan. She was the responsible one who took care of everyone, and she would freak if we were late, no matter what the reason. I sighed in frustration; Bella screamed in agony. Although I knew Tanya would worry, I gave into what I wanted and crawled into the back with Bella. She laid in my lap, squirming and shaking. Her hair was spread all over, messy but still beautiful. Her eyes were sealed shut in obvious pain, and she was sweating heavily. Her tears poured down in bucketfuls. Her body was getting rid of its remaining fluids. She began panting heavily and her heart began to pound harder than ever before. It was almost over. She let out one ear-shattering scream of pain that even any humans within a five mile vicinity would have heard. Fortunately, there were none around. She trembled something awful, and her heart slowed.
It continued like that for less than a minute, the most painful minute of my existence, more painful than my own transformation. Her screams put me in pain, and she kept screaming my name.
Then, everything was silent. Dead silent. Her heart had stopped pounding, and she wasn’t breathing. Nothing moved a muscle. Time stood still in this amazing moment. Bella was a vampire. I could finally kiss her without pulling back. I wouldn’t have to worry about crushing her when I held her close. I could be with this perfection forever. I would never, ever have to endure her change again. It was done. I exhaled in the relief of it all being over. My angel opened her eyes and sat up, and I gasped at the sight. If it was possible, she was more beautiful than before. Her already ivory skin had pale to white, her eyes were slightly closer together, her hair was silky, straight, and shiny. Her lips were a sparkling ruby red. Rosalie was no competition for her now.
I sat gawking at her for what must have been several minutes. The only sound was that of our unnecessary breathing. Her unnecessary breathing; I couldn’t think straight enough to breathe properly at the sight of her. She was gorgeous.
She looked at me expectantly. Shock played across her face; she couldn’t believe she was a vampire. She gazed at me, obviously unsure of my reaction. I tried to talk, but I was speechless. There were no words. I opened my mouth in attempt to say something, anything, but closed it when nothing came. Her expression changed from shock to concern, and she sighed and turned away.
“I knew this would happen,” she mumbled towards the window, her face coated in misery. “I was never good enough for you, even as a vampire. I really was just something to keep you entertained for a few years. I’ll go.” If she could have been crying, she would have. She needed to know exactly how wrong she was.
She scooted off of my lap and reached for the door handle. I pulled her back before she could break the handle or the door with her new strength.
“Bella, wait,” I started, impressed with the fact that I actually managed to speak. “Bella, you have the exact opposite of what was going on. I just couldn’t speak, you stunned me. You need to see a mirror, and then you’ll understand. You are astonishing. No, that’s understatement of the century.” She giggled at that. “I’m incredulous of your beauty. I had no idea someone could be so beautiful. Bella, you are prettier than Rosalie, and that is completely unbiased. Bella, I love you. I’m so glad we have eternity together. Unless, of course, you want to leave. I would perfectly understand if you didn’t forgive me for leaving you, or for the pain I just put you through.” She shuddered at the last part, and silence fell upon us. She gazed out the window in contemplation.
“Edward,” she began. “I forgive you without a problem. I could never be mad at you. Ever, not in eternity.” She giggled. “Now, this whole ‘prettier than Rosalie’ stuff I don’t necessarily believe. Even as a vampire I don’t think anyone could be prettier than Rose.” I smiled; she had no idea how much more beautiful than Rosalie she was.
A moment of silence once again fell upon us, and Bella broke it. “Where are we?” She asked. I realized that she still needed the story.
“Well, we are in Alaska. About half an hour away from Denali, as a matter of fact. We’ll be staying with the clan up here for a little while, until we get set. We left before the Volturi got to our house; I don’t know if the others did. You see, Alice had a vision about your friends down on the reservation. You see, the treaty we agreed to was very specific. It didn’t say that we couldn’t kill any human, but that we couldn’t bite any human. We broke the treaty by changing you.” I stopped and gave her a moment to contemplate it.
“What was the vision?” She asked softly.
“We were in front of the house and they came to attack us. Jacob or whatever it is was eyeing me the entire time, growling.” I didn’t dare go into further detail, I didn’t need to scare her or let her in on the fact that we would marry.
She nodded. “Okay,” she whispered. Her angelic voice was more perfect now. For the first time since she changed, I dared to kiss her. I started with a quick, gentle peck on the cheek, and when she smiled, I dared to kiss just behind her ear and her neck. I looked deep into her eyes and saw love. The love only an angel could give. Perhaps we weren’t damned, seeing as someone so perfect could walk among us.