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A Dark Adaptaton of New Moon

It's been a year since Edward left Bella. Strong ties bond Jacob and Bella together, but one night of surpise and misfortune will forver change the lives of these three people. What would you do when all you love is violently taken away?


30. Chapter 30 - Inquest

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Chapter 30 - Inquest

Bella's pain and despair is almost crippling. I felt it when she learned of Charlie's death and now I ‘m feeling it all over again, stronger and more agonizing than before. I haven't been able to think straight since Gabriel's visit. He's taken away a part of me, leaving me handicap in emotion and thought. How did I miss this? How did I not see this coming? I can kill myself for my carelessness.

I am so consumed in my own thoughts that I can barely hear anyone else's. I'm driving as fast as I can along the blackened road, racing towards the airport where we will all part ways in hopes of finding her.

"Edward, we'll find her" says Alice softly and encouragingly. I can see her looking at me from the corner of my eye, waiting for some sort of reaction or response, but I offer none.

I'm thinking back on what Gabriel said - about Bella being a guardian and unable to change to vampire. I suppose that I should be content at the fact that she will always remain human but I'm not. She wants this. She wants to become vampire simply to spend the rest of eternity with me and I go and fuck up by allowing him to take her. Even if she hadn't escaped, even if the Volturi would've discovered her there at my house - I am certain that she would have rather died by my side than to have been taken away, not knowing if she'd ever see me again.

As I approach a bend in the road, something large shoots out from the woods and slams onto the hood of the car, shattering the windshield. I slam on the breaks, making the car skid to the side of the road. For a moment, the only thing I can see are a set of sharps fangs, snapping just inches from my face. I reach for the door handle and find it jammed, so I push it as hard as I can, tearing it form it's hinges and I manage to get out before the wolf has made its way through the windshield and onto my seat.

Carlisle, who was driving behind me, steps out of his car along with Esme, Emmet and Rosalie. Emmet is the first one to reach us, leaping onto the beast's back and sinking his teeth into him. The wolf simply shrugs to try to get him of as he continues to snarl at me. I begin to feel the anesthetization in the air and look over to Jacob whose eyes are locked on the wolf. His calm seems to be working because it hasn't moved any closer to any of us. It just snarls grouched low on the floor, ready to pounce.

"Jacob, please listen to us" pleads Carlisle with his hands out in front of him. "We did not do this. We would never..."

The wolf growls loudly and takes a step closer to me. I wait for him, ready to jump on him. Then his body begins to contort oddly as he morphs back to human, something I have never seen in my 104 years. His skin moves sickly as bones snap into place. Once he is in human form, he quickly marches to me and grabs me by the neck, forcing my back into a tree.

"Where is she?" he snarls.

Perhaps its pride or simply that I hate this son of a bitch that I don't answer him. I simply stare back him, challenging him silently. He bangs my head hard against the tree, though it does nothing to me. Emmet wraps his arms around him in a bear hug and pulls him away with me with great struggle.

"What have you done to her!" he shouts, tears pooling his eyes and at the moment, I can actually see how much he loves her. That he loves her is nothing new to me, but to actually see it firsthand, makes me see him in a different light. I can almost sympathize with him.

"I've done nothing to her" I reply bleakly.

"Then where is she?" he grunts, spit flying from him mouth.

"We don't know."

His face went slack, and he stares at me, obviously taken aback by my response.

"What the fuck do you mean you don't know?"

"Jacob, please..." says Carlisle, "please let us talk. But you must put aside your anger and listen."

Jacob continues to grill me with his eyes, obviously wanting to tear me to bits.

"She's been taken by one of our kind. We believe she's safe for now. However, the Volturi will be after her, if they aren't' already. We need to find her before they do. Now, if you want to kill me, now is not the best time. I need to find her" I say as I begin to walk back to the car.

"Wait, wait" he says. "Why are the Volturi aster her and who's taken her?"

I turn back and look at him.

"Get in the car. I'll explain it all on the way."


Bella is a guardian? She, too, is less than human? I found Edward's words difficult to conceive. To even think that she's lived before us, that she was the wife of Gabriel, the eldest son of the first Leader of the Volturi, and that she died a horrible death is just too much to grasp all at once. And now she's with this so called Gabriel who just happens to be a blood-thirsty thousand something year old warlock-vampire who's gone AWOL.

How did it get to all this? Just two months ago, we were lying in my couch watching The Family Guy and now we're chasing her around the world to save her from a bunch of vampires.

"Why didn't you just stay away?" I mutter as I look out the window. "If you hadn't come back, none of this would've happened."

"I couldn't stay away, Jacob, for the same reason you returned tonight. Because I you love her, because you needed to see her, know that she was alive, the same as I wanted.

"You're no good for her" I say, still staring out the window.

"You're right. I'm not. I don't deserve her. I never have. But I'm selfish; just as any man would be when it comes to one he loves."

"If you love her so much, why would you want to change her?" I say as I glance at him.

"It is she who wishes to be changed. I would prefer that she remained human. But it doesn't matter anymore. I've just learned that she can never be changed my kind. Her blood is immutable. Our venom would only cause her discomfort that is all."

"Does she know this?"

"I don't' know."

We drove in silence for the rest of the way to the airport. We were on route to Alaska to search a place where Bella and Gabriel had stayed, hopefully finding some clue as to where he may have taken her. Little does Gabriel know that his days are counted.


Her smell fills the air in the loft and I can feel the burn in the back of my throat. I am almost brought to my knees at her scent. Everyone has spread out through the loft, checking every drawer, every cabinet, every dresser, every closet, in search for something that will lead us to her. Jacob has agreed to work with us in finding her and he, too, is scavenging the place.

On the kitchen floor, I find scattered glass and dried orange juice and a thick comforter nearby. I can't make out the scene but I figure they must have left in a hurry that they wouldn't stop to clean up the mess. Nothing else stands out. The kitchen is immaculate. Not a single piece of anything out of place. I turn and head to the bedroom closest to the kitchen.

The room is dark, with masculine furnishings. This must be his room. To my quiet relief, her scent is absent. It doesn't take me long to search the room and find nothing out of the ordinary.

"Edward?" calls Alice from somewhere across the loft. I head out of the room and walk over to another bedroom directly across his. As I approach the open door, her scent hits me hard and pungently. For a moment, my dead heart feels as it's about to beat at the idea of finding her here but when I walk through the door, I realize that it is wishful thinking. She is not here.
The room is decorated lavishly with flowers everywhere. He really went out of his way in accommodating her. I find Alice and Rosalie staring at the empty bed. They don't turn to look at me. Their eyes are wide and staring at something in the center of the bed. I walk closer to it and find pieces of glass on a heap of disheveled white sheets but this is not what has taken the breath away from me. On the sheets, I find blood smeared in several places, large patches of red at the center of the bed and long loose strands of hair. It is Bella's and it's her blood.

My blood has turned to ice and the monster that I've fought for so many years to keep within has just been unleashed. I once thought that Bella's blood was the only blood I would ever wanted to drink, but right now... it's Gabriel's blood that I want my hands covered in and I will not rest until I've torn his heart out of his chest.