The Twilight Saga

** Characters and Storyline belong to Stephenie Meyer

** Story Adaptation by Erica Bailey


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Special Thanks to amel (alias) who has tirelessly beta read my chapters and pushed me to do better.

And Gela Montoya who has edited chapters 1-5 and 8 thus far and found all my many errors.

And Marli who, I think, has agreed to pick up the editing from here on in

(Please don't blame either of them for the errors in the attached links as the editing has occured after the posts... when it's all done, I hope to have one complete document.)


Other than Chapter 1, the following are hyperlinks to the chapters.


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Eclipse EPOV Ch 1.pdf   Chapter 1: Main posting (below)

Eclipse EPOV Ch 2.pdf   Chapter 2

Eclipse EPOV Ch 3.pdf   Chapter 3

Eclipse EPOV Ch 4.pdf   Chapter 4

Eclipse EPOV Ch 5.pdf   Chapter 5

Eclipse EPOV Ch 6.pdf   Chapter 6

Eclipse EPOV Ch 7.pdf   Chapter 7

Eclipse EPOV Ch 8.pdf   Chapter 8

Eclipse EPOV Ch 9.pdf   Chapter 9

Eclipse EPOV Ch 10.pdf Chapter 10

Eclipse EPOV Ch 11.pdf Chapter 11

Eclipse EPOV Ch 12.pdf Chapter 12

Eclipse EPOV Ch 13.pdf Chapter 13

Eclipse EPOV Ch 14.pdf Chapter 14

Eclipse EPOV Ch 15.pdf Chapter 15

Eclipse EPOV Ch 16.pdf Chapter 16

Eclipse EPOV Ch 17.pdf Chapter 17

Eclipse EPOV Ch 18.pdf Chapter 18

Eclipse EPOV Ch 20.pdf Chapter 19

Eclipse EPOV Ch 20.pdf Chapter 20

Eclipse EPOV Ch 21.pdf Chapter 21

Eclipse EPOV Ch 22.pdf Chapter 22

Eclipse EPOV Ch 23.pdf Chapter 23

Eclipse EPOV Ch 24.pdf Chapter 24

Eclipse EPOV Ch 25.pdf Chapter 25

Eclipse EPOV Ch 26.pdf Chapter 26

Eclipse EPOV Ch 27 & Epl.pdf Chapter 27 & Epilogue


Ch. 1 Ultimatum - PART 1


“If it is becoming such a big problem, why don’t we go and do something about it.” Emmett exclaimed. Instead of sitting around here, complaining about it…


“It’s not our place.” Jasper countered. “We have no authority…”


“We’ll have to just keep an eye on it… Authority or not, we may be required to act to bring it under control” Carlisle reasoned. We don’t need Vulturi entanglements coming here.


We were staring that the most recent news report on the series of murders in Seattle. It was clearly the workings of a new born vampire – and no one was taking responsibility for it. I was very glad that Bella was on house arrest. At least she wasn’t down at La Push with those… dogs – which were dangerous enough… on top of a newborn vampire on the loose.


I wished we could do something. Seattle was too close – if a new born came here… with Bella’s fragrant blood… I shuddered at the thought. But Jasper was right, it wasn’t our place and we didn’t need to give the Vulturi another reason to be concerned with the size and strength of our family. Eventually they would act. We could only hope they didn’t decide to take a side trip.


“Edward, your acceptance to Alaska came in today.” Esme held out the envelope.


“Alaska? I thought we decided we were going to Dartmouth?” Rosalie glared at me. “What is there to do in Alaska?”


“I’m working on it, Rosalie.” I glared back. “Bella is under the impression we have to go somewhere she can afford.”


When did the human being start making decisions for the family? She sulked.


“She isn’t making decisions for anyone other then herself… I will make my own decision to follow her wherever we end up.”


You know that isn’t how it will work. If you guys go to Alaska, everyone else will want to go too.


“Then we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” I was frustrated with her selfishness. We have moved so many times on her account… she was used to getting her way. She and Emmett had gone off on their own many times. I didn’t see why this would have to be any different. Unless..


Unless I could change Bella’s mind. I was desperately hoping I could – that she would choose to be human. But she had made herself pretty clear on that.


I was antsy to get going. It had only been 30 minutes since I dropped her off at her house after school and then returned home to check on everyone else. I could have waited in the bushes until my court-appointed or rather Charlie-appointed visiting hours. But I knew Esme, especially, would want to see me drop in once in awhile. Between school, visiting hours and sneaking back in to stay with Bella overnight, I wasn’t home much as it was.


I felt a loving hand on my shoulder. You should go, Edward… It’s where your heart is.


“Thanks, mom” I smiled, “I know I’m not home a lot.”


You are more here now then you were before Bella, Esme replied.


I knew what she meant. Before Bella, my existence was nothing. A hopeless drudgery of empty days and nights. With Bella, I had life. She was my salvation, my hope. Speaking of which, I needed to see her. “Bye!” I kissed her on the cheek as I left.


It would have taken less time to run to her house, but I drove to keep up appearances with Charlie. I parked around the corner, as I was early, and ran around behind the house, knowing I be able to see her through the back window and listen to her and Charlie’s conversation, the first line of which gave me cause for concern.


“Well, it’s about Jacob” Charlie started. I cringed at the name. There was no way Bella would be having anything more to do with that werewolf…


“What about him?” I was pleased to hear the tension in her voice. But I wasn’t foolish enough to believe this wouldn’t come up later.


“Easy, Bells. I know you’re still upset that he told on you, but it was the right thing. He was being responsible.”


HA, I just about choked on that – the person who put her on the motorcycle to begin with…


“Responsible. Right. So, what about Jacob?”


“Don’t get mad at me, okay?”




“Well, it’s about Edward, too.”


Oh, what is this about? I searched his mind… Of course… I set my jaw as he explained and prepared my counter arguments. I respected Charlie. He only wanted the best for Bella. But what he wanted - it wasn’t going to happen.


“I let him in the house don’t I?”


Yes, between 7 and 9:30 under your constant scrutiny, I thought… Though I knew it was only because he cared about her. I couldn’t be too angry at that.


“You do. For brief periods of time. Of course, you might let me out of the house for brief period now and then, too. I’ve been pretty good lately.”


“Well, that’s kind of where I was heading with this…”


“I’m confused, Dad. Are we talking about Jacob, or Edward, or me being grounded?”


“Sort of all three.”


“And how do they relate?”


“Okay.” I heard him sigh heavily; trying to find a way to say what he needed to, “So I’m thinking maybe you deserve a parole for good behavior. For a teenager, you’re amazingly non-whiney.”


“Seriously? I’m free?”


And here it came…




“Fantastic” I heard her groan.


“Bella, this is more of a request than a demand, okay? You’re free. But I’m hoping you’ll use that freedom… judiciously” And patch things up with Jacob…


Not going to happen, I sighed. As much as I respected Charlie’s care and concern for his daughter, it would be better directed at keeping Jacob away…


“What does that mean?”


“I know you’re satisfied to spend all of your time with Edward.” That louse who broke your heart… why you forgave him I’ll never understand…


“I spend time with Alice, too.”


“That’s true. But you have other friends besides the Cullens, Bella. Or you used to.”


There was a moment of silence and I saw that she was glaring at him, as he stared back. Finally be broke the stand off.


“When was the last time you spoke to Angela Weber?”


“Friday at lunch”


“Outside of school?”


“I haven’t seen anyone outside of school, Dad. Grounded, remember? And Angela has a boyfriend, too. She’s always with Ben. If I’m really free, maybe we could double.”


That wasn’t a bad idea. I liked Angela and Ben… Emmett and I had gotten them together… I recalled the day last year, when I had been looking for something Angela wanted, only to discover she was a very contented girl for a teenager… except that she was interested in Ben. And then to discover Ben was interested in her, but uncertain about overcoming the height difference. Humans can be so ridiculous sometimes…


“Okay. But then… You and Jake used to be joined at the hip, and now-”


I cringed as I remembered the reason why they were “joined at the hip”…


“Can you get to the point, Dad? What’s your condition – exactly?’


“I don’t think you should dump all your other friends for your boyfriend, Bella. It’s not nice, and I think your life would be better balanced if you kept some other people in it. What happened last September…”


I cringed again, remembering the look on her face. I suddenly noticed I was standing almost in the same spot I had when, less then a year ago, I said the most blasphemous, most foolish things I had said – when I told Bella I didn’t love her anymore. I recalled the look on her face when she heard my words and, even more ridiculously, believed me… I had broken her heart. No, I had broken her – and for what? For some foolish attempt to keep her safe? I had only pushed her into a more dangerous situation then she had been in when I was around…


I focused back on their conversation.


“Use your new freedom to see your other friends, too. Keep it balanced.”


I decided I would help her find ways to do that, without Jacob.


“Balance is good. Do I have specific time quotas to fill, though?”


“I don’t want to make this complicated. Just don’t forget your friends…” his words were general, but his mind was still focused on her committing to a reconciliation with Jacob.


“Particularly Jacob.”


“Jacob might be… difficult.” I breathed a sigh of relief. At least we were on the same page there.


“The Blacks are practically family, Bella. And Jacob has been a very, very good friend to you.”


“I know that.”


“Don’t you miss him at all?” I strained to hear her answer, worried that I already knew it.


“Yes, I do miss him. I miss him a lot.” My heart sank as her words and the listless tone, evidence of her connection to him…


“Then why is it difficult?”


I could give him a dozen reasons why, not the least of which was her safety – my primary concern.


“With Jacob there is a… conflict. A conflict about the friendship thing, I mean. Friendship doesn’t always seem to be enough for Jake.”


“Isn’t Edward up for a little healthy competition?”


Edward had decided he needs to get in there soon to rescue Bella from this conversation before you convince her to do something that is dangerous for her health. Only a small part of my brain pointed out that he might be right about the competition, doubting my true motivations…


I quickly ran to the car and drove it around the block to the house. I was a little early, but I supposed, with her new freedom, perhaps that would be allowable. As I drove up the block I heard that the conversation shifting…


“Good. Find that balance, Bella. And, oh, yeah, you’ve got some mail. It’s by the stove.”


I worried about what I had missed. What had Bella agreed to during the brief seconds I had been gone to get the car. I searched his mind to see to his satisfaction that he believed Bella would make an attempt with Jacob. I should have arrived earlier…


“Er, thanks… That was quick. I guess I missed the deadline on that one, too.”


I heard Charlie chuckle. It was her acceptance. He had already opened it.


“It’s open” she accused.


“I was curious.”


“I’m shocked, Sheriff. That’s a federal crime.”


I parked the car and got out, walking up the driveway – frustrated I had to walk at a human pace.


“Oh, just read it.” there was a pause and he couldn’t wait, “Congratulations. Your first acceptance.” He said proudly.


“Thanks, Dad.”


“We should talk about tuition. I’ve got some money saved up.”


“Hey, hey, none of that. I’m not touching your retirement, Dad. I’ve got my college fund.”


“Some of these places are pretty pricey, Bells. I want to help. You don’t have to go all the way to Alaska just because it’s cheaper.” Maybe you could go somewhere nearby – come home on the weekends…


“I’ve got it covered. Besides, there’s lots of financial aid out there. It’s easy to get loans.”


Of course, I would be glad to pay for her college education any time. It would have been a pleasure to do so… but she wouldn’t have any of it. She was stubborn and it added to what she thought of as the inequity between us.




“So what?”


“Nothing. I was just… Just wondering what… Edward’s plans are for next year?”




That was my cue… I quickly took the last two steps a little too quickly and knocked on the door.


“Coming!” I heard a mixture of excitement and relief. I was just as excited to see her. Being away from her was physically painful. I missed her every moment.


“Go away… and this time stay away” Charlie mumbled… I understood his aversion. I had broken his little girl’s heart. He couldn’t understand the conflict I felt about that, the pain it caused me to do it, and the reasons behind it. He only knew the affect, and for that I would regret what I had done for the rest of my existence… And that is why I was patient with Charlie and his open hostility, because I understood – and I hoped that through patience he might come to forgive me.


The door flew open and there she was, my Bella. The physical pain I felt at parting was relieved as I drew in a deep breathe of the scent that burned my throat. That scent that, at one time drove me to almost destroy her, now held me at bay. It confirmed for me that she was alive...

I saw her eyes reacquaint with my face as mine did hers – starting with her beautiful brown eyes, deep pools into her soul, her beautiful and good soul. The thing I loved most about her – the thing she wanted me to take from her, though she didn’t believe that. I drew back to her soft brown hair, the way it flowed down to her shoulder, resting there momentarily before continuing down her back. Her lips – pink and plump – the bottom one partially hidden behind the teeth that were unconsciously biting it. Those lips that I wanted to taste, right now, but Charlie would be over to check on us momentarily as I heard his impatient thoughts at our delay in the entranceway.

She reached for my hand and I joyfully met it with my own – the warmth of it, radiating through my arm to my core.

“Hey” she said with forced casualness, and then her smile lit up her face.

I couldn’t help it – I lifted my hand, the one that was clasped in hers, to feel the warmth of the faint blush in her cheek. “How was your afternoon?”


“For me, as well.” I said, pulling her wrist to my nose. I closed my eyes to fully appreciate her as I inhaled at one of the points where her scent was the strongest. Venom flowed to my mouth, but I felt no temptation. Only pleasure and relief at her being with me… alive.

Charlie had had enough of our delay. I heard him rise from his chair and stomp is way over to the door. What does he think he’s doing – right here in my house. If I catch him with his hands on her I’ll… I quickly dropped her arm and opened my eyes, to greet him as innocently as I could.

“Good evening, Charlie.” I said in my most respectful tone.

He grunted his response. I didn’t catch you this time, kid, but if I see you lay one hand on her, I’ll find an excuse to use my gun on you… He took to glaring at me, arms crossed. I realized I needed to move us into a more acceptable location.

“I brought another set of applications.” I told her – part two of my attempts to win Charlie over as I knew he wanted her to go to college as much as I did. I was desperate for it, hoping she would hold off on her decision to have me or Carlisle take her life long enough to realize it wasn’t something she really wanted to do.

She groaned. She was tiring of the endless applications I was throwing at her. I knew I was being a bit of tyrant, but I wanted her to live her life – to make the most of it, not to settle for me. And there were several places where a carefully placed donation would help overlook small details like missed deadlines. I smiled, knowing she would hate knowing that part of the plan. “There are still a few open deadlines. And a few places willing to make exceptions.”

I laughed as the eyes rolled back in her head. She knew me too well and the lengths I would go to for her.

“Shall we?” I pulled her toward the kitchen, so we could sit and talk, and so Charlie could relax and go back to watching whatever sporting event was on TV, an act that would pull his attention away and allow us to really talk.

She cleared the table while I placed the applications in front of her – the one for Dartmouth on top… Hopefully she wouldn’t notice the name and complete the application as she had done so many others before. I could picture her at Dartmouth – she would enjoy it there. It wasn’t as cloudy or cool as Forks. That would please her. I would have to spend more time in doors, but that would be tolerable as long as she was with me. I could really see her enjoying herself there. I hoped that she would find a reason to stay alive.

It was then that I noticed her set aside one of the books she had read too many times – it was battered and torn in places, the binding so broken it lay open without any effort. Wuthering Heights… hmmm – I had seen her read it time and time again, I just didn’t understand why. I was about to ask her, when Charlie interrupted.

“Speaking of college applications, Edward, Bella and I were just talking about next year. Have you decided where you’re going to school?” Hopefully far, far away from here and from Bella…

I force myself to be cheerful, despite his hostility, “Not yet. I’ve received a few acceptance letters, but I’m still weighing my options.” I said, non-committally.

He wasn’t satisfied with that. “Where have you been accepted?”

“Syracuse… Harvard… Dartmouth…” I rattled off a few of the letters I had received, hoping this might give him some reason to accept my presence in his daughter’s life “and I just got accepted to the University of Alaska Southeast today.” I winked at Bella, knowing she had also received hers.

“Harvard? Dartmouth?” Charlie mumbled… okay, so the kid’s got a future, I’ll give him that. “Well that’s pretty… that’s something.” So there is no way he’d end up at Alaska then… his outlook brightened. “Yeah, but the University of Alaska…you wouldn’t really consider that when you could go Ivy League. I mean, your father would want you to…”

“Carlisle’s always fine with whatever I choose to do.” I said calmly, trying hard not let the tone that said he should do the same creep into my voice.

“Hmph.” Even without the tone, he didn’t miss the implication.

“Guess what, Edward?” Bella asked in a bright, overly cheerful voice. She was a poor actor.

“What Bella” I replied, playing along.

She pointed to the thick envelope on the counter that I already knew was her acceptance, “I just got my acceptance to the University of Alaska.”

“Congratulations!” I grinned, “What a coincidence.”

The thought of the two of us at college in Alaska, over a thousand miles away, was something he definitely wasn’t excited about, but the game was about to start. “Fine” he muttered, “I’m going to go watch the game, Bella. Nine-thirty.”

“Er, Dad? Remember the very recent discussion about my freedom…?”

He sighed. “Right. Okay, ten-thirty. You still have a curfew on school nights.”

“Bella’s no longer grounded?” I asked with a perfected innocent, excited tone.

“Conditionally,” so long as she makes up with Jacob… “What’s it to you?”

“It’s just good to know… Alice has been itching for a shopping partner, and I’m sure Bella would love to see some city lights.” I smiled at Bella, knowing Charlie couldn’t object to an outing with Alice. I imagined a weekend “shopping trip” that would land her at my house for an entire weekend, away from Charlie’s glare.

“No!” his face flushed purple, and I was surprised by his objection.

“Dad! What’s the problem?” Bella objected to his objection.

“I don’t want you going to Seattle right now.” He said through clenched teeth.


“I told you about that story in the paper – there’s some kind of gang on a killing spree in Seattle and I want you to steer clear, okay?”

“Dad, there’s a better chance that I’ll get struck by lightening than that the one day I’m in Seattle-”

Not knowing her… with her scent and her luck, the newborn would find her within an hour of being in the city.

“No, that’s fine, Charlie. I didn’t mean Seattle.” I searched around for the newspaper, spying it on the other chair around the table. I quickly snatched it up, “I was thinking of Portland, actually. I wouldn’t have Bella in Seattle, either. Of course not.”

I quickly read through the article on the front page. There had been more killings. It was getting worse. I would have to stay close, just in case it decided to move out of Seattle, though logically that made no sense – with such a large supply of blood where it was.

“Fine” Charlie shrugged and stalked off toward the living room. The game was about to start.

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Chapter 1 PART 2

“What-” Bella started to ask.

“Hold on.” I told her, as I finished reading the article. Charlie wasn’t entirely engrossed in the game yet and I had work for her to do, “I think you can recycle your essays for this one. Same questions.” I said pointing to the Dartmouth application.

I wonder, maybe we should go – Emmett, Jasper and I – one newborn would be no match for the three of us… it would eliminate the threat… keep the Vulturi from coming themselves… and checking up on Bella. No, that wouldn’t do. Well, now that she was no longer grounded, I would have to accompany her wherever she went… That was the only to be certain she would be safe.

A snort drew me out of my thoughts. I looked back to see her shoving the application across the table.

“Bella?” Was there something wrong with her? Did I do something?

“Be serious, Edward. Dartmouth?”

I was serious – this would be a great place for her to start college – good campus, course selections - And she’d enjoy it. Who was I kidding? This was going to be a fight. I had known it before, and hoped she wouldn’t notice the name… She couldn’t afford it and she wouldn’t want me to pay for it… I put it back in front of her anyway. “I think you’d like New Hampshire. There’s a full complement of night courses for me, and the forests are very conveniently located for the avid hiker. Plentiful wildlife.” I grinned at her at the inside joke, hoping she lighten to the idea.

She took a deep breath through her nose. She wasn’t falling for this.

“I’ll let you pay me back, if that makes you happy. If you want, I can charge you interest.” At a negative percentage…

“Like I could even get in without some enormous bribe. Or was that part of the loan? The new Cullen wing of the library? Ugh. Why are we having this discussion again?” Sure a small donation would help ensure her late application was considered, but she would still get in on her own merit. Her grades were high enough. I didn’t understand why she saw herself in this light.

“Will you just fill out the application, please, Bella? It won’t hurt you to apply.” And then I can get you to agree to go later.

I saw her jaw tighten and her eyes narrow as she set her mind against me. I quickly removed the application as she said, “You know what? I don’t think I will.” She reached for the papers I had already folded and put in my jacket pocket to complete and send in later.

“What are you doing?” she demanded.

“I sign your name better than you do yourself. You’ve already written the essays.” I told her my plan.

“You’re going way overboard with this, you know.” She whispered, glancing over at Charlie. It didn’t matter. He was well into his basketball game now, and nothing we said would register. “I really don’t need to apply anywhere else. I’ve been accepted in Alaska. I can almost afford the first semester’s tuition. It’s as good an alibi as any. There’s no need to throw away a bunch of money, no matter whose it is.”

I cringed as she spoke so lightly of throwing her life, her soul away. Of becoming the monster I was. She didn’t know, didn’t understand what she was doing. I sought for a way to make her see clearly the decision she was making, “Bella-”

“Don’t start.” She interrupted, “I agree that I need to go through to motions for Charlie’s sake, but we both know I’m not going to be in any condition to go to school next fall. To be anywhere near people.”

“I thought the timing was still undecided.” I hedged, hoping she’d still consider my offer – the one I had hastily given and she had cruelly thrown back in my face. My dead heart sank at the remembrance of it. If only she’d accept my offer, become my wife, and wait a little, maybe I could still save her. “you might enjoy a semester or two of college. There are a lot of human experiences you’ve never had.”

“I’ll get to those afterward.”

“They won’t be human experiences afterward. You don’t get a second chance at humanity, Bella.”

She sighed. She didn’t understand. “You’ve got to be reasonable about the timing, Edward. It’s just too dangerous to mess around with.”

“There’s no danger yet.”

She glared back at me. She was worried about the Vulturi and Victoria. Didn’t she realize we were more then capable of protecting her against Victoria. And the Vulturi – she wouldn’t even cross their minds for another decade. Even so, we could deal with that when we had to…

Several emotions flitted across her face. Anger, resolution, a moment of fear, desire, longing… and finally melancholy and sadness. I wished, as I had so many times before, that I could read her mind and know what she was thinking. It was especially frustrating when I could see her in pain as she was now. If only I knew why – so I could do what I could to relieve the pain…

She was afraid, that was certain… but she didn’t need to be. “Bella, there’s no hurry. I won’t let anyone hurt you. You can take all the time you need.”

“I want to hurry” she smiled weakly, trying to cover the real distress in her voice, “ I want to be a monster, too.”

Her attempt at humour wasn’t funny. I tightened at the thought of her, white, cold, immortal… “You have no idea what you’re saying.” I suddenly thought of a way to wake her up to the realities of what she wanted, and threw the paper in front of her.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Monsters are not a joke, Bella.” I hoped she’d catch the implication.

She stared at the headline and back up at me. Understanding dawned on her face, and then horror, “A… a vampire is doing this?”

I smiled grimly, “You’d be surprised, Bella, at how often my kind are the source behind the horrors in your human news. It’s easy to recognize, when you know what to look for. The information here indicates a newborn vampire is loose in Seattle. Bloodthirsty, wild, out of control. The way we all were.” I thought back to those first years, when I wanted nothing but blood, and being disgusted with myself for it. I had been a monster, just like this newborn… only I had been fortunate enough to have Carlisle to take responsibility for me. I still was a monster – the thirst for blood always present, only now I was a little more in control… she needed to understand what she was seeking.

She looked down at the paper, reading it I supposed. It had been harsh, to force this on her… “We’ve been monitoring the situation for a few weeks. All the signs are there – the unlikely disappearances, always in the night, the poorly disposed-of corpses, the lack of other evidence…Yes, someone brand-new. And now one seems to be taking responsibility for the neophyte…” maybe Emmett was right. A quick trip to Seattle, and innocent lives would be saved. I sighed – No, Jasper was right “Well, it’s not our problem. We wouldn’t even pay attention to the situation if it wasn’t going on so close to home. Like I said, this happens all the time. The existence of monsters results in monstrous consequences.”

She seemed in shock. I partially regretted my harshness, but partially glad. Maybe, now, she would change her mind. “It won’t be the same for me” she whispered… no, she wouldn’t be so easily swayed, “You won’t let me be like that. We’ll live in Antarctica.”

I snorted at the idea – Antarctica, “Penguins. Lovely.”

She laughed lightly, shakily at my poorly made joke. She was right, I would take responsibility for her, try my best to keep her from doing something she would regret, though that was more easily said then done. As a newborn she would be stronger then I. It would take the entire family to keep her on the ‘straight and narrow’ – a family who wanted to go to Dartmouth.

“Alaska, then, as planned. Only somewhere much more remote than Juneau – somewhere with grizzlies galore.”

“Better” I allowed her that – Alaska wasn’t a bad option, or wouldn’t if it weren’t for the fact that we’d been there so recently, “There are polar bears, too. Very fierce. And the wolves are quite large.”

Her mouth dropped. What? Has she finally realized what she is asking of us? “What’s wrong?” I replayed the last part of our conversation… grizzlies… polar bears… wolves… Oh – large wolves… Jacob. It took every ounce of control I had to keep myself from tear the table between us apart at the thought of her concern for that...that…DOG! I tensed to keep myself from acting on the anger the flowed through me. After a moment I was able to calm my voice to respond. “Oh. Never mind the wolves, then, if the idea is offensive to you.”

“He was my best friend, Edward.” She murmured, as pain crossed her features, “Of course the idea offends me.”

I knew she was right. But still, her attachment to him… it was hard to take. “Please forgive my thoughtlessness. I shouldn’t have suggested that.” I could hear the stiffness in my voice, but it was the best I could do to at least say the words…

“Don’t worry about it.” she stared down, her hands clenched into fists, trying to control her own anger at my response.

It took a few moments for my anger to subside. It had been my fault, I knew – my foolishness that had thrown them together… created the bond that I now had to live with. I couldn’t be angry with her for something I did. I waited for that realization to sink in, so that when I spoke, I could be softer. “Sorry. Really” I managed. It seemed like a poor substitute for the guilt I held for all I had put her through.

Her fists loosened and her hands relaxed. “I know. I know it’s not the same thing. I shouldn’t have reacted that way. It’s just that…Well, I was already thinking about Jacob before you came over.” I knew this was coming, but still, the rise of anger again within me took me by surprise, “Charlie says Jake is having a hard time. He’s hurting right now, and…it’s my fault.”

Her pleading voice broke my heart – that she would take on any guilt over what had transpired, especially in relation to this dog… “You’ve done nothing wrong, Bella.”

She took a deep breath and I braced myself, knowing I wouldn’t like what was coming, “I need to make it better, Edward. I owe him that. And it’s one of Charlie’s conditions, anyway-”

She didn’t owe that dog anything… and Charlie may have said it, but it wasn’t technically a condition, just a request. He had said so himself… He would get over it without her – why did she feel this attachment, this need to consider his feelings. Didn’t she consider mine? I silently cried at the thought of losing her… No, she would have nothing to do with him.

“You know it’s out of the question for you to be around a werewolf unprotected, Bella. And it would break the treaty if any of us cross over into their land. Do you want us to start a war?”

“Of course not!”

“Then there’s really no point in discussing the matter further.” I concluded. The matter was over. I had decided. She could not see Jacob Black. I searched for something else to discuss. I was not interested in arguing further something that simply wasn’t going to happen. I noticed her worn book… “I’m glad Charlie has decided to let you out – you’re sadly in need of a visit to the bookstore. I can’t believe you’re reading Wuthering Heights again. Don’t you know it by heart yet?” I did – and I hated it.

“Not all of us have photographic memories.” She said curtly.

“Photographic memory or not, I don’t understand why you like it. The characters are ghastly people who ruin each others’ lives. I don’t know how Heathcliff and Cathy ended up being ranked with couples like Romeo and Juliet or Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. It isn’t a love story, it’s a hate story.”

“You have serious issues with the classics.” She snapped back, her anger amusing me almost as much as the fact that I had successfully distracted her from our argument. But now I was curious.

“Perhaps it’s because I’m not impressed by antiquity.” I smiled at that – clearly she was, exhibit number one – a one hundred year old boyfriend. I suppose I should be glad she like old things… “Honestly, though, why do you read it over and over? What is it that appeals to you?” I asked as I risked reaching across the table to take her face in my hands, so I could hold it while I looked into her eyes, trying to understand her.

“I’m not sure. I think it’s something about the inevitability. How nothing can keep them apart – not her selfishness, or his evil, or even death, in the end…”

I wondered at that – did she see herself in there? Did she think she was Cathy? Certainly not – Bella was the most selfless creature I had ever known. Maybe it was that last part – how even death couldn’t keep them apart. If only that could be true for us. “I still think it would be a better story if either of them had one redeeming quality.”

“I think that may be the point.” She disagreed. I loved it that she did – in this particular discussion, “There love is their only redeeming quality.”

“I hope you have better sense than that – to fall in love with someone so…” evil, monstrous, in a word me… “malignant.”

“It’s a bit late for me to worry about who I fall in love with,” my heart sang as she said the words, “But even without the warning, I seem to have managed fairly well.”

She didn’t see me clearly either, I laughed. “I’m glad you think so.”

“Well, I hope you’re smart enough to stay away from someone so selfish. Catherine is really the source of all the trouble, not Heathcliff.”

“I’ll be on my guard,” I teased – as if I could fall in love with anyone other then the amazing creature sitting across from me.

She sighed, putting her hand to the hand I held to her face, the warmth from both penetrating my long dead skin. It crept up my arm and into my body. I felt almost human.

“I need to see Jacob.”

I closed my eyes while I considered a profanity. I settled for “No.”

“It’s truly not dangerous at all.” She pleaded, “I used to spend all day in La Push with the whole lot of them, and nothing ever happened.”

I could hear the lie in her voice. She knew it and so did I. “Werewolves are unstable. Sometimes, the people near them get hurt. Sometimes they get killed.” Something I could not – would not allow to happen to Bella.

She opened her mouth to protest, but she knew I was right. I could see it in her expression.

“You don’t know them.” She whispered softly.

“I know them better than you think, Bella. I was here the last time.”

“The last time?”

“We started crossing paths with the wolves about seventy years ago… We had just settled near Hoquiam. That was before Alice and Jasper were with us. We outnumbered them, but that wouldn’t have stopped it from turning into a fight if not for Carlisle.” I remembered their attack, without stopping to ask questions – they were volatile, barely even listening to reason when Carlisle tried to talk to them…”He managed to convince Ephriam Black that coexisting was possible, and eventually we made the truce.”

She looked surprised at the information, but it barely registered as I recalled those days.

“We thought the line had died out with Ephriam… That the genetic quirk which allowed the transmutation had been lost…” Why did it come back, I wondered… I noticed Bella staring at me and I couldn’t help but tease her. “Your bad luck seems to get more potent every day. Do you realize that your insatiable pull for all things deadly was strong enough to recover a pack of mutant canines from extinction? If we could bottle your luck, we’d have a weapon of mass destruction on our hands.”

She was exasperated, “But I didn’t bring them back. Don’t you know?”

“Know what?”

“My bad luck had nothing to do with it. The werewolves came back because the vampires did.”

What? How could that be? What did she mean by that?

“Jacob told me that your family being here set things in motion. I thought you would already know…”

This was ridiculous – to think that it was our fault they turned into dogs, “Is that what they think?”

“Edward, look at the facts. Seventy years ago, you came here, and the werewolves showed up. You come back now, and the werewolves show up again. Do you think that’s a coincidence?”

Part of my mind rejected the idea as preposterous, but I couldn’t deny a certain logic to it… “Carlisle will be interested in that theory.” I admitted.

“Theory” she scoffed.

Could it be possible…? A genetic mutation that is only triggered by the presence of it’s enemy. There were certainly examples in nature of genetic mutations that only occurred under the appropriate circumstances. Frogs that could change genders when one was missing in order to carry on the species… Could this be the same thing? I would have to do some research…

“Interesting, but not exactly relevant.” I admitted, “The situation remains the same.” She still could not go to La Push or be in the company of werewolves.

Her face took on understanding. She knew I was right, or at least I thought she did. That wouldn’t stop her from trying… She got up and walked around the table. I knew she wanted closeness, as I did. If Charlie wasn’t a few feet away, I would have been tempted to do more then simply open up my arms and allow her to curl up in my lap. She felt so good against my cold chest – her warm body against me. Better then the sun on a cloudless day.

“Please just listen for a minute.” It pained me that she wasn’t done with this. I wished she could just let it drop. “This is so much more important than some whim to drop in on an old friend. Jacob is in pain.” Her voice faltered at the word, betraying her underlying concern… and her feelings for him. “I can’t not try to help him – I can’t give up on him now, when he needs me. Just because he’s not human all the time…Well, he was there for me when I was…not so human myself. You don’t know what it was like…” I stiffened remembering with perfect clarity what it was like to watch her face when she believed I didn’t love her… I knew what it was like to feel like my heart had been ripped out of my chest… I knew what it was like to believe she had been taken from me forever… “If Jacob hadn’t helped me…I’m not sure what you would have come home to. I owe him better than this, Edward.”

I knew what I had put us both through, and it was entirely my fault “I’ll never forgive myself for leaving you. Not if I live a hundred thousand years.”

I felt her warm hand on my face. Like her body, the warmth filled my body with heat like from the sun. She was my light, my warmth, my life… I sighed at the feeling of her, opening my eyes to meet hers.

“You were just trying to do the right thing. And I’m sure it would have worked with anyone less mental than me. Besides, you’re here now. That’s the part that matters.”

“If I’d never left, you wouldn’t feel the need to go risk your life to comfort a dog.”

She flinched at my accusation. I tried to help her understand, “I don’t know how to phrase this properly. It’s going to sound cruel, I suppose. But I’ve come too close to losing you in the past. I know what it feels like to think I have. I am not going to tolerate anything dangerous.”

“You have to trust me on this. I’ll be fine.”

Why couldn’t she just listen to reason. “Please Bella” I begged.

“Please what?”

“Please, for me. Please make a conscious effort to keep yourself safe. I’ll do everything I can, but I would appreciate a little help.” If she wouldn’t listen to reason, I hoped she would at least consider my request.

“I’ll work on it.” she muttered, not committing.

“Do you really have any idea how important you are to me? Any concept at all of how much I love you?” I said pulling her tighter to me, as if I could, by holding her, keep her from the harm she seemed set on doing to herself.

I felt her lips against my neck, sending courses of pleasure through me, making me wish Charlie was up in his bed, fast asleep. Well, that would happen soon enough. “I know how much I love you.” She answered.

“You compare one small tree to the entire forest.”

“Impossible” she said. She couldn’t understand the depth of my love in contrast to her human emotions, such as they were.

“No werewolves” I clarified. On this I would be firm.

“I’m not going along with that. I have to see Jacob.”

“Then I’ll have to stop you.” I wished it didn’t have to be this way, but there really was no other option if she refused to stay away.

“We’ll see about that. He’s still my friend.” She said, but I sensed she was hiding something… I wondered at that. Was it that she questioned his friendship, or was there more?
Thank you Talva!
Very nicely done! I just followed your story and the book togther and I have to say I like the addtions from Edward's pov. I always feel when someone has attempted to do the books from Edward's pov that the story becomes fuller and more complete, if the storyteller is a good one. You are a very good one. This should be fun to follow. But PLEASE do not forget our Friends in Scotland!!
Absolutely not - I'm loving Scotland...
I am sooo glad you are starting from the beginning with EPOV. You really bring his thoughts to life!! Keep it up and I'm looking forward to the next few chapters!!!!
Thank you!
omg this is briliant. you really GET edward...i'm sad this story will only be updated once a week, but it will certianly be worth it, i have a feeling. thanks for keeping up the writing! everything you've done so far is fantastic!
Thanks Alexandra... I realize you wrote this awhile ago, but thank you anyway!
OK enough with the whole Erica thing,,,you must really be Stephenie Meyer because that was beyond excellent! Please continue!
Okay, I am literally laughing out loud right now... I only wish... but thanks for the amazing complement! I am glad you enjoyed it.
Oh Tami... I love it when I see one of your detailed comments. I love to hear how you've reacted to all the extras... Thank you so much!


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