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All That We've Been Through

"You're really serious about this, aren't you?" "Yes" "Well, I guess there's nothing left to say." What if Edward left Bella................... but never left Forks? What if Bella freaked out................... and ran away? What if Jacob played the love-sick puppy........ but not forever? An Alternative New Moon

Disclaimer: I own nothing. At all. Especially not anything Twilight-ish (although owning Taylor Lautner would be nice... seriously, is he for sale?). Well, I have the books. I'm allowed to have the books, right? So, here we are, yet another Bella ending up with Jacob story - I didn't see the point of keeping the end a secret, we all knew where this one was headed! - but I promise there's at least one particularly intense tangent in the plot. I like it anyway :) There is a bit of OOC with Bella with a dip into an alternative back story Pre-Twilight... story wouldn't work otherwise!

1. Gave It All Away

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"Edward..." Bella managed to breathe in a momentary break in their kiss. "Edward, I love you," she whispered in the next.

They were wrapped up in each other on Bella's bed, desperately trying to keep quiet so as not to wake Charlie in the next room.

Edward broke off, moving his face close to her ear. "I love you, too," he replied. "More than anything."

His right arm snaked around Bella's shoulder, and his hand cupped the back of her head - keeping it ever-so-slightly raised from the pillow - while his left hand slid slowly from its original position in her hair. He continued down her cheek, then lightly stroked her breast, moving down to the bottom of her shirt.

He once again broke away from her lips. He smiled as he began to lift her shirt and slid his hand around her back. The smile stayed on his face until he lowered his head, meeting his cool lips to hers, sending a tingle through her entire body. In a change of pace, he placed butterfly kisses around her mouth, moving along her jaw to her ear.

Bella stifled the impassioned moans striving to escape her throat. She pulled him back so that he was facing her. She caressed his lips, deepening it to a hungry, demanding kiss. Licking his bottom lip, she gained access to his cool mouth, exploring the area with her tongue. She then ran her tongue along his teeth, making him shiver in the process.

The ever intensifying embrace was reaching a boiling point, the slightest of moans unable to be stifled. The need to breathe got the better of Bella and she broke away, breathing heavily. Edward took his passionate kiss and dragged it along Bella's neck.

Then it happened.

In that moment, he lost his self control, causing him to open his mouth and go in for the kill.

Then his clarity returned.

His teeth scraped her neck, not enough for the venom to enter, but certainly enough for Bella to notice. He pulled away from her, shocked and utterly disgusted with himself

"Edward!" she screamed as she sat bolt upright, knocking him over. "What have you done?!"

"Shhhhhhhh," Edward pleaded, but it was too late. He disappeared out of her window in a heartbeat before Charlie came running through the door.

"Edward!" she screamed again.

"Bella? Bella?" Charlie gasped with the panic of a parent. "Are you okay? What happened?" While Bella was known to talk in her sleep, she had yet to scream questions into the darkness.

She didn't respond.

"Bella!" Charlie choked again, catching her shoulders and turning her away from the direction of the window, which she had been staring at when he entered the room. "Bells, honey, what's wrong?"

Bella suddenly clicked back into reality.

"Nothing," she said unconvincingly. "It was nothing, I just had a nightmare."

"It's okay, Bells. It was only a dream," her father said as he comfortingly rubbed her arm. "One starring Edward from what you shouted," he stated.


Only half-jokingly, Charlie chipped in, "makes sense."

Charlie's dislike of his daughter's boyfriend was all too evident, both in person and by reputation.

"Very funny, Dad," Bella said with the best mock-annoyed tone she could muster before rolling her eyes. "I'm okay now," she lied. "You can head back to bed." She managed a half-smile to appease her father's need for proof that she was feeling better.

"Okay, Bells. You're sure?" he asked as he stood up.

"I'll be fine, Dad. I'd better get back to sleep as well."

"Okay." Charlie got up and headed towards the bedroom door. "Hope you have a few hours of sweeter dreams," he added, before closing the door behind him.

Bella had no intention of going to sleep.

She waited long enough until Charlie's snores could be heard again before praying her klutziness wouldn't give her away. She then threw on some more clothing and snuck out the house. Right at the front door, there was a squeak of the old floorboards. She froze to make sure Charlie's breathing pattern had not been interrupted, and, with that, she dashed out the door towards her truck.

It was quarter past four in the morning, but at that moment all she could do was hope that her precious truck wouldn't make enough noise to draw attention. When she was satisfied that her engine wasn't too loud after turning the ignition, she drove off in the familiar direction of the Cullen family home.


When she reached the house, all except Alice were surprised to see her.

"Hello, Bella - early is it not?" Carlisle greeted her warmly at the door. It wasn't early for them - it was never early for them.

"I'm looking for Edward." Obviously. "He was just at my house and then he disappeared."

"We haven't seen him since he left for your house."

Just then, the little pixie Bella loved so much moved through the group gathered at the door. She nearly knocked Bella over in her embrace.

"Hi, Alice," Bella managed to say, though oxygen was scarce in Alice's grip.

"Are you okay?" Alice squeaked knowingly as she stood back.

"Alice," Carlisle started, rightly confused. "Where is Edward? He has not been home in hours."

"He's at the baseball field. He-" Alice didn't get to finish her sentence before Bella dashed across the porch and down the stairs - careful not to fall - towards her truck.

"What happened?" Carlisle asked, turning to Alice.

"Edward nearly bit her."

"How did that happen?" Carlisle asked calmly. He was slightly reassured by the word ‘nearly'.

"He got a little, er, over-excited," Alice answered, her eyes glancing in the direction of where Bella had disappeared.

"I see. What can you see happening now?"

"I'm not sure; Edward doesn't know what he's going to do. A few of his options leave Bella devastated." A sad look settled on Alice's face as she felt the pain her friend would be in.

"Well, whatever he does, I'm su-"

"Oh no..."

For the slightest of moments, Carlisle appeared confused over Alice's outburst. Then it dawned on him.

"He's decided what to do."


"Edward!" Bella shouted as she jumped down from the cab. She'd stopped the truck at the edge of the woods surrounding the field and started running towards the large tree-lined arena which invoked a strange combination of emotions: happiness of being with Edward and his family; fear of Laurent, Victoria, and James; panic as her second family jumped to protect her. She pushed the thoughts to the side as she focused on not running into a tree as she raced forward.

"Edward!" she shouted again.

She broke through the trees with only minor scratches on her hands and arms - evidence of her path - and let her lungs fill with the air she's missed through her run.

Then she saw him.

He was standing in the middle of the pitch looking down at the faded white markings on the ground. His face was barely visible from the angle at which it was positioned, but it was evident that he was fighting an inner war with himself.

"Edward," Bella said breathlessly, her voice edged with both relief and confusion. She ran the rest of the distance to stand in front of him.

"Bella," he replied as he slowly lifted his eyes to meet her gaze. He couldn't help the expression of resignation which fleetingly spread to every corner of his face - he had something to say.

"Edward," she repeated. "What happened? Did I do something... wrong?" Her face was one of realisation as she considered that it may have been something she did that sparked off Edward's desire to kill her.

"You we're fine," he answered coolly. "As well as you could be, anyway."

A crest-fallen Bella echoed, "As I could be? What does that mean?"

"Well, under the circumstances..." Edward found the argument not making much sense; he couldn't blame her inexperience, so he tried a different approach. "What I mean is, tonight went a lot further than it should have. I could never do that again; you were into it emotionally more than I was, and I'm not going to go on pretending otherwise if our time together could end up getting you killed."

Shock engulfed Bella's facial expression, rendering her unable to move.

"On some level I do care about you, but if my imitation of a man in love goes on, it could be dangerous for you. It could be deadly."

Bella desperately tried to interrupt; she wanted to tell him he was wrong, that he did love her as much as she did him.

"I'm sorry, Bella. Tonight only showed that this charade is just not worth it. Not if it could end your life in an instant."

"Edward, listen to yourself - you're not making any sense! If you weren't into it, you wouldn't have lost control," Bella pleaded her case.

"Oh, Bella, so young, so naïve. You'll discover soon enough that a man doesn't need to be in love to lose control; sometimes it's even easier."

"So, what are you saying?" Bella finally asked, defeated by his worldly logic.

"I don't love you, Bella. I never did."

"Yes, you did!" she exclaimed. "You said so!" she continued. Her eyes fell from his face and her voice become no more than a whisper. "You said so."

He stood motionless, watching her.

"I am sorry, Bella."

Frustrated tears formed in Bella's eyes as she forced herself to look back at him.

"You're really serious about this, aren't you?" she snapped. Anger had momentarily substituted her sorrow at his denial.


"Well, I guess there's nothing left to say," she said finally, as her tears started to fall.

Edward walked away from her, making his way into the forest. She didn't follow him.

She didn't know how long she stood there - it may as well have been days. All Bella knew was that she was standing in the middle of the clearing, shivering. Wearing nothing but her shoes, pyjamas, and her green zip-up hoodie.

She didn't care.