A Pretty Strange Love Story
My lovely banner up there was made by the generous Marauder by Midnight... *stares adoringly* Bella is becoming a vampire, and Jacob can't stand it. Can Ang help him come to terms with it? Angela thinks that Bella will be the same after she is changed, but Jacob is convinced that she will be a monster. Who is right? And will Angela get to keep her best friend and her boyfriend? Oh, by the way, this is the sequel to A Not So Every Day Romance, so read that one first unless you want to be majorly confused. Go read the author's note... big, plot changing edits! DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything from Twilight.
Sequel to A Not So Every Day Romance
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When I woke up the next morning, I had the sense that everything was returning to normal. My mother was gone, Jake would be over sometime today, and I was done with high school. No. That didn’t fit.
Everything should be different now, right? I was officially an adult. I could make my own decisions. Surely the world must have changed as much as I had.
Dad was cooking breakfast downstairs, I could smell the burning bacon. The sky was gray and overcast, a typical day in Forks. The only thing I could see that was different was… me.
“Angela, I’m leaving! Breakfast is in the microwave, and I’ll see you tonight.” Dad called up the stairs.
“Okay! Bye Dad, I love you!” I yelled back, falling back on my pillows. I didn’t want to get up today.
I heard the door slam and his car pull out of the driveway, but then the door opened again.
“Angela?” Jacob’s deep voice echoed up the stairs. I nearly groaned. I just wanted to go back to sleep.
“Up here.” I called groggily. Why did he have to be so chipper in the morning?
I could hear the smile in his voice when he answered me, “Still in bed, huh? Rise and shine Sleeping Beauty. Are you decent?”
At my muted affirmative, he chuckled and opened the door.
“Why are you here so early? It’s only- Jacob? Jacob, what are you doing?” He had stopped in the doorway, as still as a statue. His black eyes seemed to appraise me, and he answered reluctantly.
“There was a vampire in here. We have to get you out of here, and go to the Pack.. Now. Get dressed.” His voice was eerily calm; the expression that meant he was fighting for control over the wolf inside him was on his face instead of my favorite relaxed smile.
I bit my lip. What should I say? Should I go along with it until we were with his brothers- where if he lost control I would be safe?
I very nearly hit myself for thinking that. Jake would never hurt me, and all that would do is hurt him, and worry him needlessly.
“No, Jake, it’s fine. No one was after me,” I told him.
“I can smell them, Angela. They were here.” He had slipped into his deadly mode now, soon he would start speaking with what Bella called the “Pack Plural” which meant he was speaking for all of his brothers as well.
“No, you don’t understand. There was a vampire in my room, but it wasn’t a dangerous one. It was Edward.” He didn’t reply, but tremors had started to creep up his arms, so I rushed to explain.
“I hurt Bella’s feelings yesterday morning, even though I didn’t mean to, and Edward thought I was afraid. He came to explain that I didn’t have to be scared of her, and that she was going through a hard time and needed her friends, especially me, since you don’t want to be her best friend any more.” I was babbling, but Jacob didn’t seem to notice. He was too busy clenching and unclenching his fists and staring out my window longingly.
“Jake?” I whispered quietly, moving towards him
He flinched away from my touch. “You … let a … vampire … come in your room. And you … called … Bella last night?” I didn’t remember blurting that out, but it was possible. But why did that matter … Oh. The last thing I had said to him was, “I’ll call you before I go to bed tonight.”
“Jacob, I didn’t mean-.” I tried to touch his hand, but he shoved me away, sending me sprawling into the curio cabinet in the corner. He leapt out the window then, a loud pop signaling that he had phased. Strips of his clothing littered the yard below.
I was vaguely aware of blood streaming from my arm, but I didn’t feel the pain from there at all. All I could feel was the pain I’d unknowingly caused Jacob. Obviously, something more than my letting Edward in my room was bothering him.
I gripped my cell phone with my good arm, even though I couldn’t remember picking it up. All I could see was that giant wolf, coming at me …
I dialed Emily’s number without a conscious effort, and groaned out loud when Sam’s overly calm voice answered.
“Uh, hi. This is Angela.” My voice was an octave or so higher than usual; I sounded like I was on the verge of hysterics.
“What’s wrong?” Sam asked immediately, obviously hearing the stress in my voice.
“Could I talk to Emily? Please?” I whispered, begging silently. I couldn’t tell Sam this story. I just couldn’t.
I could almost hear his eyes narrow.
“If this is Pack business, then-.”
“Sam, who is it?” Emily’s voice had never sounded so wonderful.
He explained briefly who I was, and I nearly choked with hysterical laughter when she said icily, “Sam Levi Uley, you give me that phone. Now. I’ll tell you if it’s something you need to know.”
Then I heard her voice speaking directly into the phone. “Angela? Hon, what’s wrong?”
I was beginning to hyperventilate; breaths were coming in short, painful gasps. “I … Jake … phased … I’m bleeding … Scared, Jake … ran away … Get him back.”
“Angela, focus. How badly are you bleeding? Are you ok? Where did he get you?”
Emily’s voice was urgent. I tried to focus, but my room was beginning to swim.
“My … arm … in my … room …” My voice had faded to a bare whisper on the last word.
“Sam! Go find Jake, but we have to get to Angela, something happened!”
The whole room went black, and I didn’t hear anything else.
The next thing I was conscious of were icy hands touching me. “Can you hear me, Angela?” Dr. Carlisle Cullen’s voice was impossible to mistake.
“Yes,” I said slowly. “Wha- how did I get here?” It was painfully obvious that I was in the Cullen mansion. I had only been inside once before, but it wasn’t something I was likely to forget. This was where I had been when I first learned about werewolves and vampires.
“Alice had a vision of your young man losing control, and she and Edward came to get you,” Dr. Cullen said calmly.
Edward and Alice had come to get me? What about Bella, who was supposedly my best friend? Why hadn’t she come?
“Bella wanted to come, but she wouldn’t have been able to resist your blood. We took the liberty of cleaning your room up, by the way. Edward thought that you would rather your father didn’t find out everything.” Dr. Cullen guessed my thoughts accurately.
I nodded blithely, still trying to process everything. Bella was a new vampire, of course she couldn’t be around blood. I had hurt Jake, and he lost his battle to the wolf inside him, hurting me. Now, he was running around somewhere, and I had Emily frantic.
I sat up, feeling faint. The room spun, and I nearly fell back down onto the fluffy bed that I had been positioned on. I glanced around the room, finding familiar things everywhere. A picture of Bella and I that had been taken on a shopping trip, a sparkly top that Bella wore often. This had to be Bella and Edward’s room.
“Easy, Miss Weber. You lost a lot of blood. We probably should have taken you to the hospital, but this way was so much easier. If we had taken you, we would have had to have figured out a story and called your father …”
“I understand, and thank you. But I really have to call someone, and go find Jacob. He needs me right now,” I said as firmly as I could.
“Oh, I don’t think so. You are staying right there.” Bella’s voice came from the doorway. Her eyes were dark today, so unlike the brown ones I was used to. To my horror, traces of red were intertwined with the coal color. She looked like a vampire.
I pulled my gaze away from her eyes, and talked to the floor. “No, I have to go. Thank you for your help, but-.” Bella materialized beside me.
“You are staying here.” She nearly hissed, her eyes darkening by the second. I flinched away from her, and Edward appeared beside her, a hand on her shoulder.
“Bella, love …”
Bella’s shoulders slumped, and a sad expression filled her eyes. “I’m so sorry Angela. But you really can’t leave, you’d never make it out the door.” Her voice was soft and persuasive, and I nearly found myself agreeing. Almost.
“Bella, you don’t understand. Before I-,” I swallowed, “passed out, I called Emily and Sam. I’m sure Sam sent someone to come get me before they went after Jake, and if I’m not there and they smell Alice or Edward, they’ll come here. I’m Pack now.” I added the last part proudly.
That’s what Jake’s brothers had taken to saying whenever something happened; I was Pack now, and whatever hurt me hurt them too, and if I needed them, they’d be there.
They all winced at this development, and I continued, “I know I’m not in danger, but they always assume the worst when it comes to you guys. That’s what started this whole thing in the first place.”
Bella’s eyes widened. “You didn’t take a shower between seeing Edward and Jake, right?”
I nodded. “I guess he could smell him all through my room. Then, he found out that I called you last night when I was supposed to call him … and he phased. There has to be something that I’m missing though. That was a major overreaction, even for a werewolf.”
I sat up again, and thankfully, this time the world stayed the right way up. My ring tone echoed into the silence. I jumped, and picked it up from where it lay forgotten on a table beside the bed.
“Angela? Oh thank God. Tell me you’re ok. The guys are on the war path, they thought that the vampires kidnapped you. They haven’t found Jake yet, so they’re already mad. Where are you?” I sighed, and looked at Bella. She nodded, and I answered Emily carefully.
“Emily, calm down. I’m fine, Dr. Cullen stitched me up.” I had noticed the even stitches in my arm a moment before. “Alice knew I was hurt and came to get me, so tell them not to worry, and go find Jacob. I’ll be fine.”
“But where are you?” She demanded, probably already guessing the answer.
“Sam wants to talk to you.” I groaned, this time not bothering to try and hide it.
“Fine,” I said.
“Angela, Sue Clearwater is going to come get you. She won’t break the Treaty, and she has a car. When we find Jake, we’re going to need you here, especially since the last thing I want to tell Jake, when he’s already feeling like shit, is that a bunch of leeches rescued you after he attacked you. He’ll find out the next time we all phase, which is bad enough. You have to be here.” Sam’s tone wasn’t nearly as calm now, and the phone sounded like it was going through a tunnel, a sure sign that his hands were shaking.
Bella’s face was cloudy. Then, apropos of nothing, she held out a hand for the phone. I handed it to her wordlessly, Sam’s voice still speaking on the other side.
“Sam? This is Bella Swan. Angela isn’t going anywhere, especially to La Push where the nearest hospital is twenty miles away. She lost a ton of blood and passed out. Carlisle thinks she has a concussion.” That was news to me. I’m glad they felt so obligated to tell me that my head was broken. “And we don’t know how serious it is.” She listened for a minute. “I know Sue Clearwater is a nurse, but Carlisle is a doctor with five centuries of experience. Angela is my best friend, and I’m not taking any chances.”
Sam’s voice grew louder as he spoke.
“Sam, calm down. I know Emily is in the room with you, and she doesn’t need a matching set of scars.” That shut Sam up quickly, and reminded me again that Bella had changed. My best friend never would have said something like that.
“Anyway. I know it will upset Jake, and I’m sorry about that. But he attacked Angela, so maybe he deserves it. He should already know that Angela will forgive him, because that’s the kind of person she is. If he doesn’t know that, he deserves all the pain he’s causing himself because he’s just being stupid. Now, if Angela feels ok in a few hours, we’ll bring her to the border. We’ll call. Now, goodbye.”
Bella snapped the phone shut with a click.
“Get some sleep, Miss Weber, and we’ll see about you leaving a bit later.” Dr. Cullen patted my hand and left the room. Edward nodded to me, and followed his father.
Bella shot me a grin, one that reminded me of her old self. “That was fun, I never liked him. Sleep tight.”
Then she too, left me alone.
I couldn’t fall asleep for quite a while. I already knew I wouldn’t have pleasant dreams. After tossing and turning for an hour or so, I finally fell into the realms of the Sleep God, and dreamt of blood for the second time that week.
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