"It was only a matter of time - and not much of it - before I showed up at your window and begged you to take me back. I'd be happy to beg now, if you'd like that" -Edward Cullen
Copyright Stephenie Meyer. New Moon, Chapter 23 What if Edward hadn't been able to resist? If he did indeed show up and beg Bella for forgiveness? This is Edward's side of my story, Visitor. It doesn't really matter which one you read first.
*timidly offers EPOV, hoping readers will be forgiving* Okay, so it's been waay too long. I feel really bad for that... I hope it's worth the wait.
3. Chapter 3
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Even going exceedingly well above the speed limit, it took me over a day to get to Forks. Every passing moment, I could feel my excitement growing, until I was surprised I could still focus on my destination. Once I got off the ferry in Port Angeles, I had to come up with some sort of plan. Even if Charlie thought I was Carlisle, I wasn’t sure he still wouldn’t flip out. There was no way I could show up with him home. It was early morning when I hit Forks, and by the time I’d stopped to fill myself up on deer, the Swan house was empty when I got there. I slipped in an open window on the top floor. It wasn’t Bella’s room; it appeared to be Charlie’s. Even in there, Bella’s tantalizing scent hit me like a ton of bricks, and I was glad she wasn’t around when I smelled it for the first time in six months. I hoped it wouldn’t be too overwhelming when she walked in.
I went down to the main floor and waited. I’d noticed a disgustingly canine smell lingering around the place, but found no evidence of either Charlie or Bella having bought a dog. Curious, I stored it in my mind to ask Bella about later. It wasn't until the evening that I heard Bella’s truck roar up the street and cut suddenly. I stood in the middle of the room, listening for the cab door to open, but it didn’t come. I listened harder, and my stomach jumped into my throat when I heard a distinctly male voice speaking. Had she moved on? It was stupid of me to come here unannounced. I should have done some sleuthing first. It was too late for that, I thought bitterly. But I knew if she was happy, then I should be able to find it in my stone heart to appreciate that fact, and not begrudge her it.
“Be happy,” I whispered, to myself more than anything.
It was silent for a second, and then the door opened. I heard a sharp intake of breath, and the door slammed shut. But no footsteps crunched on the gravel. What was going on? I listened as closely as I could, stopping breathing to eliminate the sound. Faintly, I could hear Bella’s lovely voice.
The truck started, and died again, and the man grunted "Vampire"
What? How did he know? I'd thought Bella wouldn't tell anyone. Unless... No, the Quileute werewolf gene died out generations ago. It would explain the dog smell, but Bella wasn't stupid enough to become friends with them. Was she? She'd never had much of a sense of self preservation, I had to admit that, but with wolves? I couldn't wrap my head around it.
Bella spoke again. "How do you know?" she asked quietly.
"Because I can smell it. Dammit" he swore, and the engine roared to life. I looked in his head. Jacob Black. I cursed under my breath. Great grandson of the Chief. And if he could smell me, he was definitely a shape shifter. But Bella wasn't with him, not like that anyways, although from the way he saw her, it wasn't his preference. I suppressed a growl at that. Of course, more competition. Bella was too beautiful for her own good. Werewolves! Agh!
My musings were interrupted when Bella gasped. "Stop! Stop!"
The truck didn't stop, and it was getting harder to hear Jacob. I saw Bella through his eyes. She didn't look okay. She wasn't as hurting as she was when I left her in the forest, but she was still a mess. Had I done this to her? My guilt was getting worse by the second. But at the moment, Jacob noted a glimmer of hope in her eyes, much as she was visibly trying to keep it down.
"It's not Victoria! Stop! Stop! I want to go back!" she cried
Victoria! What did that despicable creature have to do with anything? I thought I'd left her in Brazil! What was she doing here?
Jacob was too flustered to really hear what she was saying, but he slammed on the brake anyways. "What?"
"It's Carlisle's car! It's the Cullens. I know it." The dam broke, and happiness shined out of Bella's chocolate eyes. The obvious delight upset Jacob, and he was having to take deep breaths to keep from phasing. I'd raced the front door, meaning to get Bella out of there, but after she whispered some reassuring words, he seemed to stop shaking. Interesting. He appeared to be very young to have that kind of control, so I stayed right by the door. Suddenly, Jacob's head cleared, and he realized what was going on.
"There's a vampire in your house, and you want to go back?!" he questioned, in a barely even voice voice.
Bella's eyes widened. "Of course" She seemed shocked that he would even ask.
He was torn between making Bella happy and keeping her safe. Ah, so he faced the same dilemma that held me up countless times. How could someone not want to make Bella happy, but she needed someone to look out for her best interests sometimes. He was on the brink of letting her go, but he still needed a bit of convincing.
"You're sure it's not a trick?"
"It's not a trick. It's Carlisle. Take me back"
Jacob shook with disgust. "No" he flat out refused. Bella tried to reassure him again, but he kept talking. "No! Take yourself back, Bella" She flinched, and he backtracked, still using that flat voice. "Look, Bella, treaty or no treaty, that's my enemy in there."
"It's not like that-"
"I have to tell Sam right away," he ignored her once again. "This changes things. We can't be caught on their territory."
"Jake, it's not a war!" Bella protested. But Jacob had already made his decision. I hear the truck door open, and slam again, and Jacob was ready to transform. "Bye, Bella. I really hope you don't die." He looked at her one last time, and tore into the woods, half wolf already.
I heard the truck turn around, and I went stepped back into the hall. I heard Bella get out, breathing deeply. The door opened slowly, and I was reminded of a horror movie. I was the monster waiting on the inside, and Bella was the innocent protagonist about to walk into the monster's trap. Her heart was thumping, and she seemed to be fumbling to find the light switch. I reached out and turned on the light myself.