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Unfortunate Twist of Fate

We didn't learn much about Edward's mother, but Carlisle's little speech about her in the beginning of New Moon made me curious. What if she was changed as well, not by Carlisle, but by someone else? What if she went looking for the Cullens but found Bella instead?

Okay, so, this has been hiding in a corner of my brain for an embarrassing long time. I've been debating how best to get it down on paper, and this is as good as it's going to get. Just to make sure everyone understands, I did change a few things (which I don't usually do), but the end result will basically be the same... Feedback is very welcome! I like to know if I'm a total failure as a writer or not.(:

5. Chapter 5

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Bella’s POV:

The doorbell rang. I was really getting sick of that sound. It was a bad sign. Both Alice’s and Jacob’s head snapped up at the same time. I sighed and got up off the couch. This was going to hurt, but it would hurt more if they left.

Just as I took my first step away from the couch, the front door was thrown open, and in ran (a human run) none other . . . than Emmett.

“Bella!” He actually looked genuinely happy to see me. He skidded to a halt two feet away from me as the rest of the crowd followed him into the room.

“Emmett, please,” Esme sighed. I fell back onto the couch blinking back the tears.

“Jeez, Bella. You look like Hell.” Emmett ignored his mother’s chastise. “Emmett!” Esme again. I looked up at him, and, surprisingly enough, I almost smiled.

“Yeah, well, I haven’t been sleeping very well . . .”

Esme’s POV: I was appalled at my son. I could not believe he would be so insensitive. For all we knew, she could hate us. It wouldn’t be surprising for what we did to her. She put on a brave face, though, just like the old Bella. Only when she looked around and saw the missing family member did we see the quick look of disappointment on her face. It was brief; a human would have missed it.

She did look awful, and I felt so terrible about what we must have caused her. I enveloped her in a hug, before I had time to think about why I mustn’t.

“Bella, it’s wonderful to see you again.” I tried to sound as heartfelt as I could, as I really did mean it, but I knew she wouldn’t believe me.

“Hello, Esme,” she said, hugging me back. It sounded awkward, but not insincere. And then she gently removed herself from my embrace, looking around again. Bella went back to the couch, sitting in between Alice and some boy. I sighed to myself, looking down. It was none of my business, but Edward would be in even worse shape if he knew about it. I would have to make sure nobody told him about it.

Carlisle’s POV:

I stood behind Esme and Jasper, with Rosalie slouching after me. I had truly missed this place, and Bella. But I had more pressing matters at hand. I looked around, trying not to be rude by not greeting Bella as enthusiastically as the others. It didn’t take me long to locate her.

Elizabeth Masen was sitting in Charlie’s recliner, with an awed look on her face. It was a look I had seen before. My son's biological mother.

I walked slowly over to her, not really believing what I was seeing.

“Elizabeth Masen. I can’t believe it. I just don’t believe it. One minute you were on your death bed, making your last request, and the next minute you were gone. Dr. Holmanns told me he had taken you to the morgue. I figured that was it. I never dreamed I would ever see you again.” All this came out in a murmur I hardly realized I was producing.

“Dr. Cullen . . . Dr. Cullen. You look exactly the same.” On the contrary, she looked extraordinarily different. But her eyes were a bright gold. I smiled. I had always known she was good at heart. I was shaken out of my thoughts as I realized that the young man sitting next to Bella on the couch was vibrating. He was shaking uncontrollably. It was that moment that I realized he was . . . different. I recognized his smell. He was Quileute.

“Jake,” murmured Bella from beside him, “Jacob, it’s okay. Go outside, get some fresh air. I’ll be alright. Trust me.” He just shook his head.

So this was Jacob. Ephraim’s great-grandson. It’s funny, but they actually looked alike. I could tell he wasn’t going t budge, and Bella would get hurt if he didn’t calm down.

“Jacob, I swear to you we won’t lay a hand on her. But you’re going to hurt her if you can’t calm down.” I could tell he didn’t want to listen to me, and so could Jasper. Jacob gradually stopped shaking, and Bella glanced at my youngest son, a look of gratitude on her face. Jacob froze and looked at Bella in horror.

“Maybe you should go help Billy out. He might need some moral support after what happened. Plus, I’m sure Sam would be interested in what’s going on. I’m fine, really Jake. Just don’t let Paul come blow up my house.” She seemed to be teasing him with her last sentence, but it was half-hearted. But he stayed firm.

“I’m not leaving. I’m fine now, but I know that you aren’t. Don’t even bother.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, and she fidgeted but didn’t remove them. Ah. Bella sighed and looked at Jasper for help. He nodded, moving toward Alice, but keeping his distance from the boy.

Bella’s POV:

I knew he was going to be difficult. I knew he should’ve left before hand, but I couldn’t make him go. Because, eventually, they were going to leave, too, and then I would be all alone. At least Jasper was going to keep him in check. I sighed. He hadn’t come. I didn’t really know what to expect, but it was his mother. You’d think he would come, just for that. He could’ve left quickly. He hadn’t needed to stay.

Unless he didn’t know. But the only way that was possible was if he wasn’t staying with Carlisle and Esme. I couldn’t think of any reason for him to leave them, though. Unless . . . He was living with someone else. My stomach clenched. I was going to be sick.

“Excuse me,” I muttered, running upstairs and slamming the bathroom door behind me. And then I remembered they could hear me. I just leaned on the rim of the sink, trying to keep the tears at bay. I knew it was bound to happen. I wasn’t stupid enough to think I was the only one who would capture his attention. There was a knock on the door.

“Bella?” Jacob’s voice called me. Of course he would be worried about me. “Can I come in?” I sighed ad opened the door.

“I’m fine, really. Sorry about that,” I murmured. He didn’t believe me. I led the way back downstairs taking hold of his hand. They looked up at me as we reentered.

I blushed and sat back down glancing at Alice. I felt a little betrayed. She should’ve told me he had a girlfriend. Just the thought made me wrap my arms around my chest and look away. So maybe it was a good thing she hadn’t told me. Because this was painful. But if he was happy, then I should be happy for him. I was just finding it very difficult to be happy about anything at this point.

Alice’s POV:

Poor Bella. This was hard on her. I was surprised when she didn’t throw up in the bathroom. She had had a long day. Her drooping eyelids were proof enough of that.

Jasper threw an arm around my shoulders. He was perched on the arm of the couch staring at Jacob, who was glancing around nervously. Esme, Rose, and Emmett had both taken chairs out of the kitchen and brought them into the living room to sit across from the couch. Esme was watching Carlisle and Elizabeth talk, staring at her husband but obviously thinking about Edward. Rose was glaring at the wall, thinking of herself, as usual. Emmett had his arms wrapped around her, but was glancing back between Carlisle and Elizabeth, and Bella.

And then Jacob stood up, pulling Bella up with him. He tugged her by the hand to the front door. When they got outside, he pulled her into a hug, unraveling her arms from around her torso. Bella wrapped as much of her arms as would reach around his frame, clinging to him.

She suddenly froze. He felt her tension and pulled her back effortlessly to look into her face. She smiled stiffly, looking down, and stepped out of his arms completely. He looked confused for a moment before getting over it and bending is face slowly down. I didn’t need my special ability to see that he was going to kiss her. Everyone was now watching through the window, frozen. If she let him kiss her, it would mean the end of Edward. Not that any of us would tell him.

She spoke up when their faces were an inch-and-a-half apart. “It won’t be long, I promise,” she whispered, “Just don’t let Paul come, please. I don’t know if I could handle that.” What did she mean, it won’t be long? Who was Paul?

He chuckled, pulling back. “He won’t come, trust me. Sam would never allow that. Just promise me you’ll be safe. Call me if you need me. We’ll be out there as soon as things get back to normal. In the mean time, Sam has a new strategy for us, but it will probably be affected by your . . . guests.” I could hear obvious disgust in his tone, and I’m sure Bella could also. “I’ll see you later, Bella.” He kissed her forehead, sighed, and ran down the driveway and out of view.

We all stared through the window at Bella, who was now leaning up against the wall outside with her arms wrapped around her chest. Why was she always doing that? All of a sudden, a look of intense pain flit across her face. I stood up automatically, wondering what I could do to help, but it was gone as quick as it had come, and she sighed, shaking her head. By the time she came back inside, we had all resumed our previous places, all except for me. I stared at her in concern.

And the next thing I knew, I was falling over into Jasper, who caught me and pulled me back onto the couch.

Author's note: The next three chapters are in the queue, just waiting to be validated. Thanks for your patience.