Transformation & Infatuation
When Edward meets a mysterious young girl and is faced with the decision of saving her or letting her die, he unknowingly turns her. As a newly turned vampire, Bella is confused and alone, and is searching for the mysterious angel that saved her.
This story was originally published on fanfiction.net, and is by the same author.
9. A Friend in Need
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One day earlier: Jacob’s point of view.
"And after the break, details on a plane crash off the coast of Italy, killing hundreds and leaving even more missing," the television buzzed. The news anchor smiled even though she was delivering horrible news. I ignored her and continued scanning the newspaper for auto parts.
"Such a shame, losing so many lives," my dad, Billy, muttered. I nodded, not paying too much attention to either the television or my father. The sound of commercials provided background noise for me; one about a furniture sale, one about some car repair shop in Seattle, and one about a bookstore in Port Angeles. I heard the tacky music signifying the start of the news again.
“Many students boarded a plane in New York, planning to go on a big school trip. Unfortunately, these students never made it to their destination because of the devastating crash. Clara West is reporting live from Naples, Italy, near the site of the crash. Clara?" the newswoman asked.
"Good morning, Danielle. As you said earlier, a flight that departed from New York and was headed towards Florence crashed just a few miles off shore of Naples. Officials do not know the causes of the crash as of yet, but they are leaning towards human error. So far, no survivors have been found."
"That's horrible, Clara. Please keep us updated." said Danielle. "We've been given a list of names of the people who boarded this flight. Please watch the screen and call the number below if you have seen or heard from any of these people within the past two days. Now, onto sports." A few sports announcements passed before I heard something shatter. My head jerked up, only to see Billy's eyes glued to the television and his glass on the floor in pieces.
"Dad?" I asked.
"Dad?" I repeated. Only then did I follow his gaze to the list of name on the screen. "Do you recognize someone?" I began to ask, but then my eyes caught sight of one name in particular: Bella Swan. My sharp intake of breath seemed to break Billy out of his trance.
"No, it can't be her. She left from Phoenix!" Billy exclaimed as if trying to not only convince me but to convince himself, too. "I have to call Charlie." He wheeled himself over to the telephone and dialed the chief's number. Within a few seconds he hung up and swore. "Not home." he muttered. I sat still as I watched him wheel himself over to the drawer that we kept the phone books in. "I must have it somewhere," he muttered to himself.
Breaking out of my reverie, I asked him, "What are you looking for, Dad?"
"Renee's number.” I tilted my head, not recognizing the name. “You know, Bella's mom, Renee Swan—Dwyer, now, I guess," he explained.
"Oh. Okay. Do you want help looking for it?" I asked, still a bit shocked that Bella Swan could be dead. We'd been friends since we were children. I'd always really liked her—I mean really liked her, but I'd never had the guts to say anything. We talked occasionally, usually by phone since she didn't come to visit Charlie in Forks very frequently anymore. I did see him—Charlie—quite often, though. The chief had been friends with my dad since before my eldest sister had been born. Billy and I went to his house to watch sports together all the time.
"Find it yet?" Billy asked in a rushed voice.
"No. Wait, is this it?" I asked, holding up a small slip of light blue paper that had fallen out of the phone book. Billy grabbed it and rushed back to the phone. He dialed, and someone must have picked up quickly.
"Charlie? What are you doing in Phoenix?" he asked worriedly. "Oh no. So it's true, she's really missing?" Billy rubbed his eyes with his hand, a sure sign that he was stressed.
"Dad? What's going on?" I tried to ask.
"Shh," he told me, trying not to get distracted from his conversation. I sat, none too patiently, to hear the news. "I'm very sorry Charlie. Send my regards to Renee and Phil, please. I sincerely hope that they find her—alive," he finished. "Call me if there is anything that Jake or I can do." He hung up and wiped his eyes. I turned off the television and watched him, waiting to hear the bad news.
"I'm sorry, son. It's true. Bella's missing, and it's most likely she's dead," he told me sadly.
"No!" I shouted. "She can't be!"
"Jacob! Control yourself! You can't phase in here!" Billy warned, having noticed how I was shaking in fury. I rushed outside, stripping my clothes off along the way. Within seconds I had changed and was sprinting off through the forest, trying to run out my rage. "Jake, come back!" I heard my father's call from over a mile away. I couldn't go back yet. I wasn't in control.
I heard the pack in my head, asking what was wrong. All I had to do was think of the image of her name on the missing list and they all understood.
Take your time, but come back as soon as you can, Sam told me. Billy needs you. Phase back, he told everyone else. He needs his space - his mind. I kept running, thankful for the peace and quiet that I was being given.
* * *
I came home four hours later, exhausted and depressed, but with a glimmer of hope inside of me. I phased back just inside the edge of the woods surrounding our house and walked back to the porch, collecting the clothes that I had shed in my haste earlier.
"Jacob?" Billy called, sounding relieved.
"Yeah, Dad, it's me. Just give me a second to get dressed, okay?" I dressed and walked out of my room to find him sitting in front of the kitchen table, waiting for me. "Dad, I was thinking while I was running."
"About?" he asked cautiously, noticing my expression of hope and desperation.
"Well, I'm a werewolf, so I'm faster and stronger than humans," I started, waiting for his reaction.
"Yes, that's true," he admitted guardedly.
"I could go to Naples. I could try and find her scent. I could save her!" I exclaimed.
"Jake, you can't just leave like that. You're not prepared."
"Yes, I am. I have a passport from when we went to Rebecca's wedding in Rio de Janeiro. I have money saved. I have to do this!" I said adamantly.
"Jake- it’s been two days. It’s unlikely-.”
"No, Dad. This is something that I must do."
"There's no way that I can convince you to stay home and let the police take care of her?" he asked in defeat.
"No. She's my friend, and I have to do whatever I can to help her." He sighed, looking resigned.
"Well, son, just keep yourself safe. I want you to come back to me in one piece. Don't do anything stupid. I'm sure Charlie would appreciate anything that could help him get his daughter back, even though he won't know what you're doing." He rolled himself over to the counter where he kept his wallet. "Here's my bank card. Take what you need. I can't let you use up your college fund," he said as he passed me a card.
"Thanks Dad," I said, wiping tears from my eyes. The whole situation had finally caught up with me. "I'll need to leave tomorrow if I have any hope of saving her." He looked like he wanted to object, but just nodded.
"I suppose you'll need to pack. Let me call the airport and see if I can get you a flight." He picked up the phonebook once again and dialed. I turned back into my room to pack my essential items. When I finished packing, I walked back into the kitchen.
"I managed to get you a flight that leaves in the morning. It's not a direct flight—it has one stop in Texas. After that, you'll hop onto another plane that will fly you New York, and then to Naples." I thanked him again and took the piece of paper that he had written my confirmation number on. "You'd better rest up for your trip," he advised.
"Alright. I'll probably leave before you get up in the morning, so--," I choked up.
"It's going to be okay, Jake. I'll see you soon. Good luck and goodbye. Don't worry about the pack, I'll handle them. You just take good care of yourself," he ordered me. I hugged him hard and then headed back into my bedroom for the night.
* * *
I woke abruptly at three in the morning. I had been having nightmares of plane crashes and of Bella, bleeding and dying. I shuddered and decided to take a hot shower to wake me up and take my mind off of my bad dreams. Shutting the shower off after all the hot water ran out, I climbed out and dried myself off. Dressing quickly, I grabbed my suitcase and keys to the Rabbit and hurried out the door. After a quick thought, I turned around and went back in the house. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and scrawled a quick note for my father.
I cannot thank you enough for your support and help. I don't know why this means so much to me, but this is something that I have to do. Bella has meant a lot to me over the years, and I owe it to her and to Charlie to do everything in my power to find and try to save her. Don't worry about me; I'll call you as soon as I reach the airport. Of course I'll keep you updated. I hope to come home soon—with Bella. I'll miss you.
I left the note on the kitchen table, and walked out the door and climbed into the Rabbit. It would take me at least three hours to get to the airport, so I needed to leave quickly. Luckily, it was only drizzling, so the road wasn’t too bad.
After three and a half agonizing hours in the car, I arrived at the airport in Seattle. I rushed in and to the correct gate just in time to board; the attendant had to reopen the gate for me in order for me to get on the plane. I quickly sat down and buckled myself in and waited for the plane to take off down the runway.