Bella's life takes on a new path when she realizes Edward is not coming back. Falling in love with Jacob Black will be the easy part. The hard part - surviving the consequences of her love for a vampire and overcoming the obstacles that come with loving a werewolf. Set in New Moon. This story is so sweet it makes carebears cry rainbows!
So this is my first run at fanfiction. It has been an incredible ride and I'm very pleased with this story. I hope that you can see my progression through each chapter.
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“Bella, Bella, are you OK?”
“Jacob... is that you?” The words barely came out.
“No, it's Quil. How do you feel? Do you need anything?”
“Where's Jacob?” I whispered. I couldn’t open my eyes.
“He's detained at the moment.”
“Is he safe?” I asked worried.
“Pretty sure the odds are in his favor.” Jared replied.
“How did you know to find me?”
Quil answered, always ready to tell a good story.
“Well Charlie was on his way up to the bonfire. He saw your truck on the road but couldn't find you. He thought you must have made it to the bonfire some other way. But when he arrived at the beach, it was empty. He went to Billy's, only to find out that no one had seen you. So we came looking for you. We phased, heard your screams and here we are. ”
I was cold and wet. I ached all over. My arms burned and my legs were numb. My throat was on fire. I could feel the damp ground underneath me and I shivered at the cold.
“Bella, can you hear me?” This time it was Charlie, he was bent down next to me. His breath shallow and his voice hollow. I opened my eyes to see his panicked face.
“Dad, yeah, I can hear you?”
Before I finished the answer, Charlie was up on his feet yelling.
“Jacob, you're going to kill him, turn him loose. You're not the only one who wants a shot at this piece of shit.”
I couldn't help but wonder if Jacob was still phased into a werewolf.
“Yes, Bella, I'm here.”
“Is Jacob… is he…you know?” I whispered in an almost inaudible voice.
“Uh, Bella if he were still phased, don't you think Charlie would have passed out by now?”
I didn't argue with that logic. I closed my eyes trying to ignore the pain radiating through my body.
I was still freezing, and wet. Soon I was surrounded by a bunch of people I didn't know. I was being asked questions and poked and prodded like a white rat in a lab.
After what felt like an eternity, I was being carried out of the woods on a stretcher.
“I'd really rather walk.”
“Always the martyr. Huh, Bella?”
Jacob. My heartbeat skipped time, and I thought for sure it would leap out of my chest.
My biggest fear was never seeing Jacob again, never holding him, never touching him, never kissing him. The memory was almost unbearable. But here he was by my side. Once again, Jacob Black was saving me.
Jacob rode in the ambulance with me to the hospital. Since my move to Forks, Charlie's insurance company had practically built the new wing onto Fork’s only hospital.
My wounds and scrapes were cleaned and bandaged accordingly. I was checked out entirely from head to toe. Jacob never once left my side, holding my hand through everything. Finally, at midnight I had to force him to go home and sleep.
I ended up staying the night for observation but was released later the next day.
The car ride home had been somewhat solemn. Charlie was clearly focused on punishing my attacker. I was still focused on learning who it was.
“Tell me about him. Why did he do this to me?”
“Bells, are you sure about this? This can wait until you're ready.”
“You have to ask me right? For your report?”
Charlie couldn't argue with that. It was standard procedure to interview the victim of any crime.
“Do you think you know him?”
“I never really saw his face. It was dark and raining. He seemed familiar but I, I just don't know.”
“Well he knew you. He had pictures of you in his vehicle. From the evidence seized he had been following you for a long time.”
“David's the last name, do you know a David?”
I shook my head. No. The name didn't ring a bell.
For all I didn't know, I did know that my attacker had been in his 30s. Most of the people I knew here in Forks were teenagers from school or friends of Charlie.
“It would really help if we could pinpoint where his obsession began. Trace his steps. We could put him away for a long time if we could prove he had planned this.”
“Bruce David” Charlie repeated.
“Bruce?” I asked.
“Yes, he goes by David according to his neighbors.”
If it was possible for me to turn any paler than I already was, I had. My head was swimming fast at this revelation.
“Bella, are you alright?”
“Bruce is a customer at Newton's. He's there every day.”
“Bella, that has to be it. That has to be how he knows you. Once he is released from the hospital, he will pay for this. Your boy, Jake, really put a hurting on him.”
I always thought it strange that someone would visit a sporting goods store every day, especially when shipments arrived only twice a month. I assumed that Bruce was lonely. He was always nice enough, and never acted out of the ordinary. But who was I to judge ordinary?
I sat dumb founded for the rest of the ride home. Not only had vampires chased me, but I also had a real life socio path on my trail. Only I could move to a town as small as Forks, and end up with a crazed stalker.
“Don't worry Bells, he will never hurt you again. We'll lock him away for a long time.”
Charlie was in full swing with this investigation and he looked as tired as felt. I suppose I should act as if I was scared or shaken. But in reality, I was almost numb to it, just another day in the life of Bella Swan.
In the back of mind was concern for missing school. And the dreaded return and the inquisition that was sure to follow. I hated talking about myself it was always so embarrassing.
Charlie swung by the drug store before taking me home.
“Bella, I know you need me today. But, if I'm gonna nail this guy to the wall, I've got to work on this case.”
“I understand, it's OK.”
“Jacob is coming to stay with you until I get home. I doubt you'll argue with me on that.”
Charlie sure did have a newfound trust for my relationship with Jacob. I supposed I wasn't really up for a teenage lust fest, so no need for alarm. I smiled at the thought.
The phone was ringing when we went through the door. It was Renee. I assured her that I was fine and that a gypsy hadn’t cursed me. I promised to call her later and hung up.
I went upstairs and changed into my most comfortable sweats. It was a challenge to say the least, but after about ten minutes, I managed to accomplish getting dressed. I was still so sore.
“Bella, I'm leaving, Jacob's here. If you need anything call me.”
“Sure thing,” I mumbled, doubtful that Charlie even heard me. My throat sill was not allowing me to speak.
Before I heard the front door shut, Jacob was standing in my room.
“I was coming down, you know. Patience is a virtue.”
“I thought I'd save you the trouble.”
Jake leaned into me and kissed my forehead.
“I guess you're stuck with me for a babysitter today.”
“I guess so.”
I started to feel lightheaded and I had to lie down on the bed to keep from fainting. Jacob sat in the floor beside me.
“Bella, I'm so sorry that I let this happen. I didn't protect you.”
“How could this be your fault? You didn't know. Nobody did.”
“Protecting you is a constant job, I wasn't being vigilant enough.”
I was waiting for the punch line and then I realized that he was serious.
“Jacob, I don't keep you around just to protect me. I do love you.”
“I love you too, Bells.”
I drifted off to sleep, thinking of Jacob and me, and our happiness. When Jacob was around it was hard not to be happy.
When I awoke, Jacob was still lying in the floor. He was sound asleep. I started to maneuver myself around him, but then thought better of it. I looked at the clock, 9:30 pm. I'd been asleep for five hours. Judging by the snores rumbling through his chest, Jake must have been really tired.
So I lay there in the dark, surrounded by my own thoughts. I had so much plaguing my mind. So much that was unsettled.
I still didn't know anything about Jacob's meeting at Sam's place. I couldn't help but feel apprehensive about the situation. Was I on the verge of losing him? Did my heart already know what my mind was waiting to hear? I shuddered at the thought. My breathing was coming in rapid bursts and I steadied myself against the headboard of my bed.
I wanted to know what had happened in the woods last night. Jacob hadn't said anything about his encounter with Bruce. I knew that thanks to Charlie, Bruce had managed to stay alive. What would have happened to me if the pack hadn't found me?
Thoughts of last night brought me to Edward. Why had Edward's voice come to me last night? I was moving forward, how unfair of my abnormal brain to conjure up such a thing. Would I ever be free from Edward? Did I want to be free? I wasn't trying to hear Edward, but I wasn't disappointed that his voice had come to me.My mind shifted to school, I couldn't possibly miss any more classes and graduate. I pulled the cover over my head to drown out some of my self-loathing.
The sounds coming from Jacob had grown louder, and I peeked out to make sure he was all right. He sounded more like a bear than a wolf.
The only light in the room was the moonlight from outside and the glow from my alarm clock, which now said 9:50 pm. Even in such dim lighting, I could make out Jacob's features. He of course, as usual, wasn't wearing a shirt. Clothes were confining to the wolves, so most of the time they only covered what was necessary, leaving the very little for the imagination to desire.
I couldn't take staring at Jacob for much longer, his beauty was overwhelming. At least having him here with me had settled the rolling waves of fear that had encompassed me. I moved closer to the edge of the bed and reached my hand down to touch his face. I moved my finger along his jaw line. His skin felt so smooth and soft. I started tracing his lips, and without realizing it, I had moved my hand down to his chest. My touch caused him to stir, and after a few moments, he was awake.
“I thought you would never wake up.”
“You should have tried a kiss. Worked for Snow White,” Jacob laughed.
“I'm starving, Bells. How about I go rustle us up some grub?”
“Sure thing partner,” I said in my best Dirty Harry voice. I wasn't convincing. Jacob just laughed at my attempt.
After Jacob finished off half of the food contents in our house, we went into the living room.
I looked out the window and saw my truck parked on the curb. The light beaming down on it was coming from the lamp across the street. In the excitement of my latest death-defying event, I had forgotten that I had abandoned it on the roadway.
“My truck. Did you fix it?”
“Yep, it's amazing what a gallon of gas will do for a vehicle.” Jacob said grinning sheepishly.
“I ran out of gas. Impossible” I exclaimed.
"The fuel gauge was stuck. Don't fear though, already fixed. No need to thank me or nothing.” Jacob said, while pointing to his lips.
“You are my hero.” I said as I made my way to kiss him.
I should be accustomed to kissing Jacob. But each time we kissed, the excitement poured out of me. Just as I was losing myself in the moment, the phone rang.
Renee. I'd never called her back. The person calling had to be Renee.
“I'll get it, stay here.” Jake said running to the phone.
I couldn't make out who he was talking to but he was in a deep exchange. I was certain it was not Renee.
By the time I made my way to the staircase, he had hung up. The color was drained from his face and he looked like he was going to throw up.
“Jake, what's wrong?”
I could feel the waves picking back up and my body was flooded with uncertainty.
“Bella, go pack a bag. Some clothes, a toothbrush, whatever you will need for a couple of days.”
“What? What are you talking about?” I couldn't comprehend what was happening. My head started spinning. What could possibly be wrong?
Jacob's demeanor changed from extreme fear to frustration. His brow furrowed and his hands were balled into tight fists.
“Go, Bella, now. Go pack.”
His tone of voice was so urgent that I didn't hesitate any longer. There would be time to ask questions later.
As I was packing my overnight bag, I could hear Jacob downstairs on the phone. His tone was strong and fierce. Although I couldn't make out the words, he reminded me of an army general the way he was passing out orders.
A few moments later, I had packed up everything I needed, and I grabbed the fishing trip picture on my way out. I ran downstairs, bag in tow. I didn't know where I was going or how long I would be gone. My thoughts raced and I struggled to keep up with them.
“What's going on? Jake, I need to know.”
“I'll explain on the way. Go get in the car.”
I hurried to Jacob's car. I began looking over my shoulder, unsure of what it was that was chasing me. I was running. Again, I was always running.
“Is this necessary?”
Jacob started the car and sped out onto the street. He seemed intense in his thoughts, and I wasn't sure I should interrupt him. We were leaving Forks, but I didn't know why.
I couldn't take the silence anymore.
“Tell me what's going on. Who was on the phone?” I blurted out.
“It was Charlie.” Jacob replied.
Charlie. Something was wrong with Charlie. Had he gotten hurt on the job? Oh no, Charlie.
“Bella, Bruce David was released from the hospital a couple of hours ago. He was being transported to the county jail. The police cruiser that was transporting him slid off the road.”
He paused, trying to find the words.
“He escaped. The officer driving was unconscious and somehow he escaped. He's armed and probably looking for you.”
We had pulled into an abandoned gas station by a pay phone. Jacob got out of the car and started pacing. The phone rang, and he grabbed it immediately. He pulled a pen and a piece of paper from his pocket and wrote something down.
“Bella listen to me, Charlie has arranged for you stay in Port Angeles for a couple of nights. He's going to join you in the morning. It's my job to make sure you get there safe. “
“Why can't I stay in La Push?”
“Bella, he knows that you would go to La Push. He could find you there. Charlie made reservations in Port Angeles. Here's the address,” he said, waving the piece of paper at me.
We drove about two miles down the road and pulled into an old church parking lot. We were met by Quil and Embry, waiting in Emily’s car. At first, I didn't understand why they were there. Wouldn't this just slow us down? Jacob seemed so persistent to get to Port Angeles. Then I realized that Jacob must have been talking to them while I was packing. They must be part of the plan.
At that realization, my sense of fear was heightened and I felt like I didn't fully comprehend the severity of the situation. Tears began to flow from my eyes. My body was full of panic.
Jacob was discussing something with Embry and Quil. More orders. He came over to the passenger side of the Rabbit and opened the door.
“Come on. You've got to get out.”
I got out and followed Jacob over to where Embry and Quil were standing. Jacob handed Quil the piece of paper he had written on earlier.
“Guess we'll take it from here,” Quil said, putting my overnight bag into the trunk of Emily's car.
“Jacob, you're not coming with me? I refuse to go without you.” I had started sobbing at the thought of being without Jacob.
“Bella, listen I can't go with you. You'll be safe. Quil and Embry will stay with you tonight and Charlie will be there in the morning. You have to promise me, you'll look out for yourself.”
“Why can't you come with me? Jacob, I need you.” I was clinging to Jacob's arm, begging him not to go.
“Jake, why haven't you told her? She has to know.” Embry said.
“Know what? Tell me what?” I screamed.
“We don't have time to get into it right now. Bella, trust me if I could go with you I would. I can't. OK. I'm sorry.” He kissed my forehead, then both my cheeks.
“Bella, honey, I love you. You will be safe. You will.”
“You need to be going. Call me when you arrive.” Jacob squeezed me. Usually his warmth was comforting to me, but I didn't feel comfort from him. I felt betrayed.
My life was at the mercy of some crazed killer, and the person I loved more than anything else, was deserting me.
This seemed all too familiar.
I wanted to wake up from this awful dream. I wanted this nightmare to be over. I couldn't lose Jacob; I couldn't be without him.
“Please, Jacob, don't leave me. What about your promise?” My sobs were louder than my words, and my throat was aching, and tight.
“Damnit Bella, why are you making this harder than it has to be?” Anger filled Jacob as he spoke, but it wasn't anger toward me.
Jacob was struggling with an internal conflict; and it was tearing him apart. If I kept pleading, maybe he would break and come with me. But before I could even begin, he was walking away.
“Bella, I love you,” he said before he got into his car.
I felt lost, desolate, wounded, betrayed. Every emotion I was feeling turned to fury and every nerve in my body raged with anger.
I crawled into the back of Emily's car and watched Jake drive off, taking pieces of me with him.
“You have to tell me. I have to know what's going on.” I demanded.
“We’re going to Port Angeles to keep you safe.” Embry said.
“I'm not talking about that. Jake. What's wrong with Jake?”
Quil glanced at Embry before he spoke.
“Bella, you should really hear this from Jake.”
“What if I never see him again?”
“Don't talk like that. All of this will soon be over.”
“Quil, don't you dare patronize me. You know what's going on and it's unfair of you to keep it from me.”
“Bella, relax. Jake will figure it all out and everything will be fine. He loves you too much to let anything come between you.”
What could possibly come between us?
“Did Jacob… did he…imprint?” I asked fearful of the answer.
“No, he did not imprint. You really shouldn't worry about it right now. Jake gave us strict orders to keep you alive, because I assume he wants to see you again.
I really hated not knowing what was happening but I didn't argue with Embry. I had some sense of relief just knowing that imprinting wasn't the problem.
I guess I should have been worried about the man chasing me and living to see another day. But I couldn't get my mind wrapped around what had just happened with Jake. I was silent the rest of the trip. It didn't take long to get into Port Angeles. Werewolves drive almost as fast as vampires. Almost.
We arrived at the Olympic Lodge, and to my shock, the place was amazing. Charlie must have paid a fortune for a room here.
Quil checked in and came back out with two room keys. Looks like Charlie wasn't over his trust issues after all.
Our rooms were on the second floor, overlooking the pool. And after a quick check, I was released from the wolves’ custody, to sleep in my own room.
I was exhausted. I decided I'd take a quick shower and go to sleep. I unzipped my bag to get out my pajamas and on top of my things was a white piece of folded paper.
I sat on the bed and while I unfolded the paper, some money fell out. I counted it to be $500.00. I continued with the folded paper and saw that it was a note from Jacob.
I'm sorry that it has to be this way. So much is changing for me, changes that I can't control.
You know my ancestry. You know my heritage. You know the importance of the pack. The tribal meeting the other night was about me. The elders are ready for me to take the place that I was born for. Everyone has agreed that I'm the alpha of the pack.
I don't really want it and I'm still trying to figure it all out. It's different from being just a wolf, the sacrifices and the responsibilities are much greater. Please, honey, please just be patient with me. I promise to get everything figured out, so we can always be together.
Take care of yourself. I'll see you as soon as I can.
In case of emergency, use the cash.
I couldn't believe it. This didn't seem like such bad news, even though I didn't know much about the alpha. It couldn't be much different from just being a wolf. Could it? What was Jacob so upset about? After everything we'd been through, this seemed like a conquerable obstacle.
After my shower, I tried to sleep, but I was wide awake. I turned the TV on to kill the silence. I grabbed the picture from my bag and just stared. It was so hard to believe that the little russet skinned boy in that photo was a werewolf. I smiled back at the Jacob in the photo, feeling warmth shoot through my veins. I was missing Jacob, terribly. I craved his warmth, his embrace, and his lips.
I had only been asleep about an hour, when I heard a gut wrenching siren blaring. I opened my eyes to find Embry standing over me.
“Bella, we've got to get out of here. There's a fire in the lobby.”
I grabbed my bag and Embry was practically dragging me to safety. I could smell smoke in the corridor. The stairwell was crowded, but Embry pushed our way through.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Quil?' I asked out, out of breath.
“He's gone to get the car. We've got to get out of here.”
We made our way outside. I wanted to ask Embry if Bruce had found me. But between the sirens and the sobbing sounds, I decided to wait until we were in a more secluded location. I was sure I already knew the answer.
Quil was running toward us, when we reached the parking lot.
“Bella, get in the car and wait.”
I didn't protest. I ran for Emily's car and hurled myself into the backseat. I had barely regained my composure when the front passenger door opened. I was relieved for a brief moment, knowing that we were leaving.
I looked up to find that the person getting into the car was not Quil or Embry. It was Bruce. He climbed over into the driver seat and started the engine. Of course, Quil would leave the keys in the ignition.
“What do you want from me?” I screamed. “What did I ever do to you?”
The car jerked into reverse and I hit my head on the ceiling. Once we began moving forward I crashed into the middle console and ended up in the floor of the backseat.
I had given up on the “waves” analogy in my head. I was sure by now I was tied to a concrete slab that had settled at the bottom of the ocean floor, never to surface again.
We hadn't gone very far, when Bruce turned the car into an old garage. He grabbed the keys from the ignition and pulled me out the driver's side door.
At first I fought back, but it was useless. Bruce had at least a foot and a hundred pounds over me.
Once we were inside the garage, Bruce turned on the lights. He was familiar with the place and had obviously been here before. In the back corner, sat bags and boxes full of sporting equipment, bought over the last few months at Newton's. He grabbed a rope from one of the bags and tied my arms behind my back. Then he was gone.
My arms were numb and my neck was writhing in pain. My head pounded and I had been sweating. I wasn't ready to wake up, but I needed to move. My eyes opened and I didn't recognize any of my surroundings.
Bruce. He had moved me, but I didn't know where to.
My arms were still tied behind my back, and my feet were now tied together.
“You're beautiful when you sleep, Bella,” his voice echoing in the empty room.
“This was all so easy. Charlie practically handed you over to me when he sent you to Port Angeles,” he said, with insanity spilling from his eyes.
He was taunting me, teasing me. But I didn't break. I didn't utter one word. I needed to stay calm. He walked over to me and sat me upright.
“You know Bella, you and I have a lot in common.”
“I doubt it,” I spat out, so much for calm.
“No, we do. We seem to love people or things we shouldn't.”