What happened with the Cullens when Bella ran away in the airport, going to James, to save her mother? What really happened during the big fight while Bella was unconscious? Bonus Chapter added: how Alice fabricated the evidence of falling down the stairs and out a window.
This is my first fanfic! I always wondered what had happened during the fight with James and when The Cullens realized Bella was gone, so I decide to wite it! Hope you like it. Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Saga
6. Bonus Chapter: Fabrication
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I walked up the stairwell to the hotel we had been staying at, inspecting every inch to see what I could do to make this scene believable. I had come here to fabricate the evidence while the others drove to the hospital. I was fast enough that I could do this and make it to the hospital at the same time as the others. Carlisle was driving slow anyway, at Edward’s request, as to not jostle Bella and wake her.
I had some supplies with me to help make my mission a success. They consisted of a bag of donated blood of Bella’s blood type that I had snatched from Carlisle’s bag, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt identical to Bella’s, and my strong stone hands. I scrunched my face up in disgust at the thought of Bella’s plain old clothes.
I tore the shirt in half and stuffed one side into my large jacket pocket. I tore the other half again and kept one quarter of it in my hand, putting the other piece in my pocket as well. I got the blood bag out of my left pocket and slowly poured it over the torn shirt piece, holding my breath the entire time. I continued ripping after that, this time into little bits that could pass for being torn from her body by a window instead of by a hostile vampire and his actions. I did the same for a very small portion of the jeans.
I looked out the window that I had stopped in front of. It was twilight, no humans would see me. I quickly searched the future for any news reports or popular gossip about what I was about to do. I found none.
I proceeded to throw myself through the glass to create the effect of a body flying through. I grabbed onto the edge of the window and pulled myself back in before anyone could notice that somebody was hanging out a hotel window.
Once I was in, I grabbed my blood-soaked rips of cloth and arranged them on the broken glass to look like how I remembered Bella’s clothes to be torn up.
I peered out the window once again, this time checking for anyone underneath this particular window. I waited a minute for a couple and a business man who seemed to be in a hurry to pass. There was no one else around on this once beautiful twilight, which had now become the worst of my existence. If Bella had just listened to us, I wouldn’t have to be here, creating a scene to cover up.
I pulled out my now half full bag of blood and splattered a little bit onto the sidewalk below to make it appear that Bella had bled further after the fall.
I was finally done, so I rushed down the stairs to the bottom floor. I paused to check my appearance before I opened the stairwell door; I had jumped through a window after all. I grumbled. My jacket and the tops of my pants had small little rips in them. Since I had been wearing a jacket, my shirt was unharmed. I slipped out of my jacket and turned it inside out, tying it around my waist, to hide as many rips as possible. There were still a few in my pants, but they could pass for the pre-ripped jeans you can buy. I hated the new style that I was now dressed in, but had no choice to step out into the hotel lobby and run out the door as fast as I could go while remaining inconspicuous.
I was surrounded by the twilight when I stepped out. There was no one around so I ran as fast as I could to the hospital, dodging sunbeams and slowing down to human pace when one was near. I smiled to myself as I ran. That had been more fun that I thought it would be. I had just needed a small thrill like jumping out a window to boost my grim mood. I arrived just in time to walk into the hospital with Carlisle, Edward, and a sleeping Bella, the wide grin still plastered on my face.