Ay ya yai. Edward and Jacob fight over Belle(Bella), and the Volturi are angry that Belle isn't a vampire, yet. Who will change her, or will she be spared a second time from the wrath of the Volturi? (i had a British accent while doing this. so trippy. lolz.)
Looking out the window of Charlie’s shabby home, I realized I had made a mistake by leaving my mother Rene and coming here to Forks, Washington, the most dengiest, wettest town in America. And the people are so boring and tragic. There was one good thing out of this trip, or so I use to think.
His name was Edward Cullen, and he was so freaking hot. I had to make him mine, but we were just two dumb blokes in love. I gave my virginity to him and on the first sexual encounter, I became knocked up with his child. I heard Charlie behind me, sighing. He was disappointed in me because I got pregnant, and this pregnancy also gave him another reason to bag on my boyfriend, Edward freaking Cullen.
Edward is not allowed in the house anymore. I hate Charlie for treating him like some stray dog. I just wanted to run away and be with Edward forever and we could raise our baby together. But, I didn’t really want to be pregnant, just thought I’d make the best of it.
Edward Cullen pulled up into the driveway in a new car. He drove a new car every other day. He was ridiculously rich, and spoiled by his parents. I was glad to be knocked up by someone so well –off. I shrugged on my jacket and went to the door.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Charlie snorted.
“Out,” I said, uncaringly.
“Oh no. You’re not going anywhere with Edward Cullen, Belle Dwyer.”
“Says your father.”
“Whatever, Dad. You were always a loser. That’s why Rene left you.”
Charlie paused, and his cheeks flushed an embarrassing crimson red. I smirked, realizing I had struck a sensitive nerve in Charlie’s backboneless body. I proceeded to leave.
“Belle, you get back here!”
I ignored him and went out to my boyfriend’s car. I got in the passenger seat.
“Hey, Eddie,” I said, cheerfully. “You got my ticket?”
“Of course, honey bun,” He grinned.
We were going to the movies on a date. Edward never took me out on dates before. But ever since he knocked me up, he’s been a complete prince charming, doing everything for me. He would chew my food for me, if I allowed him. And sometimes, I did allow him, just for my own amusement.
He pulled up at the theater and we got out of the car. To my dismay, I saw Leah Clearwater and Jacob Black in line to see a movie. I looked at the movie poster and it looked like they were seeing a romance flick. That’s pretty funny, considering what Jacob told me just a few nights, ago. But, I’ll get into that, later.
Edward took my arm and led me into the showing room. I huffed. We were seeing the exact same movie as Jacob and Leah? I wasn’t happy about this, and neither was Leah. We couldn’t stand each other, let alone be in a movie theater together.
“Hi, Leah. Hi, Jacob,” Edward said, politely.
“Hi,” Leah said.
“Hi,” Jacob said.
We sat down. Edward was on my end and I was between him and Jacob. Jacob squirmed in his seat, uncomfortably. He could never be still around me. Never. I always stirred something up inside of him, something from which he couldn’t escape. I felt sorry for him, sometimes.
Leah nudged Jacob and leaned her head on his shoulder. I gagged.
“You okay?” Edward asked.
“Yeah, fine,” I said, toneless.
Then, Leah put her hand over his, over the armrest, obviously trying to defer his attention away from me. It only made Jacob even more uncomfortable, more uneasy. Edward watched the screen, his face stiff, his whole body stiff. He was just a stiffy, tonight.
I had to go to the bathroom. I cleared my throat.
“Edward, could you let me out. I have to go pee,” I said.
He got up and let me out. I went to the lady’s room. When I came out, someone grabbed me and whirled me around. I gasped as the air left my body. I was against Jacob’s chest. I tried to catch my breath.
“What is wrong with ya?” I snapped.
“How can you stand it?” he growled.
“You know how I feel about you, and yet we continue to prance around and play these games.”
He sounded angry.
“What games, Jake?” I lowered my voice. “You know I can’t be with you. I love Edward.”
“Look at you,” he looked me up and down, with angry eyes. “You don’t love him. You’d be with me, if he hadn’t gotten you knocked up.”
My mouth was a gaping hole. “That’s not true!” I defended myself. Jacob pulled me against the wall. He traced the borders of my jaw with his finger.
“Do you remember what I told you, a few nights ago?” he asked, softly.
“Yes,” I breathed, and blushed. “But, nothing can become of it. I can’t be…”
His hot lips pressed gently against mine, only to shut me up. I felt a warmness crawl up my spine. I grabbed Jacob and pulled him into the lady’s room. It was empty of people, besides us two. Jacob grabbed my waist, pulled me close, and backed me up into a stall. He kissed me, vigorously.
“I can’t. I am three months pregnant,” I moaned. He tore at my clothes, ignoring my voice. I clawed at his shirt like a pissed cat. I grabbed his face and took in his tongue. He moaned. We heard footsteps getting closer.
My eyes bucked wide open upon hearing my name. It was Leah. I shoved Jacob down on the toilet seat.
“Yes?” I asked, innocently, and a bit shaken.
“Will you be much longer? Edward sent me in here to check on you,” she said, in a dull voice, as if she couldn’t care less about me.
“Just give me a few more minutes. I’ll be out soon.” I said. She sighed, and left.
“See what you’ve done?” I accused, fixing my shirt and jacket. Jacob stood up, and towered over me. “We should get back to the movie.”
“You’re making a mistake,” he said.
“My only mistake was you,” I retorted.
“You don’t mean that. That’s the part of you, that he’s got brainwashed, talking.”
I raised my eyebrow, and said, seriously, “Really, Jake? Really? Brainwashed?”
His hand flew out and pulled my face close, for one final kiss. I let him have his kiss, for it will be his last from me.
We returned to the movie showing. Edward and Leah observed us with suspicious eyes. None of us said anything. Jacob and I returned to our seats, quietly.
After the movie, Edward took me home. Charlie had left for work, so I let Edward come into the house. We went upstairs to my room and I turned on the tv. I lay across my bed, watching tv. Edward was standing in the corner, his shoulder to me, coldly, glaring at me from the corner of his amber eye. I looked at him, curiously.
“What?” I said. He shrugged his shoulders. “Am I bugging you?”
“No, Belle, you’re not bugging me. You’re not bugging me at all,” he leaned his back into the corner and tilted up his chin, and looked at me.
“Well something’s bugging you,” I murmured, under my breath.
“You know what? Something is bugging me,” he confessed.
“I knew it,” I said, as if I didn’t give two craps.
“Did you run into Jacob while you were going to the lady’s bathroom?” he asked.
“Why is that your business? And why does it matter?” I said. I rolled my eyes. “Stop being so damn insecure, Edward. I’m pregnant with your freaking life- ruiner of a child. Give me some damn credit.”
“You don’t deserve any credit, you damn harlot!” he snapped. I froze on the bed. I looked at him, alarmed. He was breathing heavily, and unmoving. I slowly came off the bed, and walked towards the door to get away. He let me get as far as out into the hallway before he came behind me and yanked me back by my hair. My feet were dragging on the floor as he pulled me back into my bedroom.
I felt his hands in my hair, as I tried to pry them out of my head. His nails were digging into my scalp.
“Ow, Edward,” I cried. “Let go of me, you bloke. You’ll hurt the baby.”
“Wouldn’t want to do that,” he mocked. “Hell, the baby’s probably not even mine, the way you get around.”
I was pissed. I wrestled away from him and looked in his face. “Probably not even yours?” I asked, shocked. “Are you kidding me? You were my first time, my only time.” Tears formed behind my eyes. “Jerk.”
I went back in the hall. I needed some comfort food to calm me down. I walked down two steps when Edward grabbed my arm.
“Let go” I yelled.
“I know that dog imprinted on you,” he said, scornfully.
“That’s not his fault, and this is not his baby!”
“I can’t trust anything you say!”
He kept tugging me and I kept pulling away. “Let go,” I cried. He did let go, finally, but clumsy me, I lost my balance, and tumbled all the way down to the bottom of the staircase. I landed on my back. I looked up at Edward, who was standing at the top. His face melted with remorse.
I sat up, and it hurt my back and my butt, and my stomach. I smelled something rusty, and saw a red liquid spreading out on the hardwood. I paused as it was spreading away from me. I realized it was blood and it was coming out of me. I screamed.
“Edward!” I shouted. He rushed down the stairs, frazzled and confused.
“Oh my god,” he croaked.
“Edward, what’s happening?” I begged. He didn’t answer. He scooped me up, took me outside, and shoved me into his car. He went back into the house, grabbed my house key, locked up and came back to the car. Then, he sped us to the hospital. I had bled all over the seat and the floor of the car, before I passed out from the rustic scent of my own blood.
When I awoke, I was on a hospital bed with blaring white lights over my head. Dr. Carlise Cullen, Edward’s dad, was sitting in a chair pulled up to my bedside.
He had a clipboard in his hand. His face was all business, but his eyes were sad. I looked down at myself and there was no blood. I had been cleaned up. I sighed with relief.
“I had this bad dream that Edward pushed me down the stairs and we lost the baby,” I blurted quickly. Edward stiffened as Carlisle’s dark amber eyes bore into him, riled.
Carlisle turned back to me. “Belle, you did lose the baby,” he said.
I stared at him, in total disbelief. “What? No!”
“It’s true,” Carlisle said, his voice repentant. I looked over at Edward and took in his guilty face, and slouchy posture.
“You see what you did?” I yelled at him.
“It was an accident,” he said, quickly rushing to my bedside, on the opposite of Carlisle.
“You pushed me,” I said, with teary eyes.
He looked at me, with real remorse,” I’m sorry,” he said.
“I’m sorry won’t bring my baby back,” I hissed.
“You never wanted a baby in the first place,” he retorted.
“Oh yeah. You’re right,” I said.
Carlisle got up. I heard Charlie's voice. “Oh no,” I cringed. “You called my dad?” I whined.
“I had to. You’re seventeen,” Carlisle said. Edward’s mouth tightened and his eyes lowered. He knew he would be the first person to be hit by Hurricane Charlie.
Charlie snatched open the curtain, in a sneak attack. Edward got up, quickly. Carlisle got between them.
“Calm down, Charles. It wasn’t his fault,” Carlisle said.
“You would stick up for that spoiled brat you call a son,” Charlie retorted.
“It was an accident,” Edward said, from behind his father’s protection.
“I’m sure the hell it was,” Charlie said, enraged. Two security guards dressed in black uniforms stood on either side of Charlie. He put his hands up and calmed down. “I just want to see my daughter,” Charlie said. The guards backed off, slightly. He walked over to me and looked at me. I started to feel like he cared for me more than Edward, and I couldn’t hold back my tears.
“I lost the baby, Dad,” I cried. I sat up more, and he hugged me.
“That’s okay, Bells. You’re fine. You’re going to be okay,” Charlie said, rubbing my back.
He pointed his finger at Edward. “You. What the hell were doing in my house. You know my rules.”
“Bella let me in, Mr. Swan,” Edward said, his voice even and velvet. Charlie retracted his finger and balled up his fist, tightly, in defeat. He knew hurting Edward would get him nowhere. “You stay away from my daughter,” he seethed. “from now on, your hear me?”
Edward nodded, “Yes sir.”
But, they both knew Edward couldn’t stay away from me and nor I from him. Carlisle knew it was a wasted effort, scolding him. He would have to chain Edward up in the basement to keep him away from me. Our bond, our love was just too strong.
A month later, I was okay enough to be released from the hospital. Charlie took me home in the cruiser. He made me a bowl of hot apple cinnamon oatmeal and sprinkled it with ginger and blueberries. Comfort food. I ate in bed. Charlie would not leave my side and I sort of felt bad for being so mean to him. But, then I remembered none of this would have happened if he had just liked Edward from the beginning. Edward was my world, my air.
“Dad, I don’t need you falling over me 24/7,” I said. “Don’t you have a life. Oh, right… No.”
“I’d rather be taking care of you. The guys at work don’t mind,” he said.
“How do you know they’re not resenting you for taking so much time off?”
“Because they’re good friends, something that you're lacking...” he said. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
He was sickening. I just wanted him to leave so that Edward could sneak in through my window.
“Isn’t there a football game on or something? I can watch myself. It’s not hard,” I said.
“Fine,” he caved. “but, if you need anything, just holler.”
“I will, Dad, and at the top of my lungs,” I said, with a smile. He smiled back at me, then, left my room.
“Yes,” I sighed, relieved. I took out my ravaged copy of Wuthering Heights. I took out the book mark and started reading. Just then, I heard a tap on my window. I put the book back down and went to open it, thinking it was Edward.
But, it was Jacob, instead. I huffed.
“Go home, Jacob. I don’t want to be your imprint,” I rolled my eyes.
“I don’t have a choice,” he said, lowly.
“What?” I squeaked. He climbed up the side of the house, and swung into my bedroom, like a monkey.
He approached me, heat coming off his shirtless, russet body. He was intimidating.
“I know what he did to you,” he said, quietly and raspy.
“It was a freak accident,” I said.
“You’re lying. I can always tell when you lie,” he professed.
“Jake, you don’t know me as well as you think you do.”
“I know you well enough.” He pushed me backwards onto my bed, and crawled on top of me.
“Jake, Charlie’s just downstairs in the living room,” my voice rushed out in a panic.
“He won’t bother us,” he said. He smothered my mouth with kisses. My fingernails scratched down the plains of his sculpted chest. I pulled off his belt and tied it around his neck. We switched positions. I slapped him across his face.
“I could kill you, Jake. Oh, I could do it right now!”
“Kill me. I’d die for you, however you want me to, damn it.”
I tightened the belt around his neck, as tight as I could manage, and yanked it. He gasped and struggled to breathe.
“Damn you, Jake. I can’t do it!” I fell off of him, and landed beside him. Jacob took his belt from around his neck, and gasped, profusely, for air. “My life is so messed up that I just want to die,” I cried. I took Jacob’s belt and started to put it around my neck. Jacob snatched it away from me, and looked at me, scrutinizingly. He sat at the foot of the bed and put his belt back on.
“Belle, I love you,” he said. “I would do anything for you. You know that, right?” His voice was light and pleading.
“I know, Jake,” I said, falling into his verbal trap.
“Do you love me?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said.
He looked skeptical. “Do you even know what love is? I mean, after all, you thought you were in love with that walking dead thing.”
“Of course I know what love is. I’m not stupid!” I snapped. He raised his eyebrows. “I’m sorry, Jake.”
“Don’t be sorry. I know you’re not stupid. It’s just that sometimes, you make really odd choices. Really mind- boggling choices.” He looked down at my stomach.
“What are you looking for?” I asked, meekly. “It’s not there anymore, if that’s what you’re wondering.” I folded my arms across my stomach.
“I knew he would do this. I knew he would hurt you,” Jacob said, his body pulsating all over.
“We got into a fight. It was an accident. It was fate. We weren’t ready for a baby, anyway,” I rolled my eyes.
“Fate?” Jacob retorted. “Seriously? Fate took your baby away. You’d rather blame it on the ways of the universe, than to place the blame on that pig, where it belongs.”
Jacob stood and walked briskly to the window.
“No, Jake. Don’t leave me,” I whined. He stopped infront of the window.
“Why shoud I stay?” He asked, as his head turned to the side.
“Because I love you, Jake,” I said, with more confidence than I ever said before. It startled me some. He turned around and came back to me. He grabbed me up into his muscular arms and tossed me onto my bed. He came between my jeans and we kissed, mouths open, hungry for each other, greedy.
Then, the window flew open like magic.
“Oh, Crap,” I moaned. I hopped up and forced Jacob into the closet. As soon as I turned back around, Edward Cullen was standing in the middle of my bedroom. He sniffed the air, and then, he growled, teeth clenched together. He was mad.
“Why does it smell like wet dog in here?” he seethed. He grabbed my arm and sniffed my hair. “It’s you.” He flung me onto the bed, but I rolled and fell onto the floor. Clumsy me.
“Ow,” I bumped my head. I sat up. The rest was a fast, weird, blur. Edward pulled Jacob out of the closet and threw him over my desk.
“I thought I smelled something funny,” Edward said.
“Likewise,” Jacob gritted his teeth.
They stared into each other’s faces, panting, and glaring harshly.
“Oh, just make out, already!” I threw up my hands. The three of us paused at the sound of Charlie’s shoes thumping up the hallway. “Holy Crap. Hide!”
Jacob went back in the closet, and Edward went into my bathroom. I got on my bed and turned on the tv. Charlie came in. He looked at me, peculiarly.
“What is it, Dad?” I asked, making my voice as innocent as possible. Charlie looked around the room.
“I thought I heard voices.”
“Maybe you’re schizophrenic?” I shrugged.
“Har- Har,” he laughed, his face dead- pan.
Urgh! He wouldn’t leave.
“Do you want some more oatmeal?”
“No, Dad. I’m full,” I rolled my eyes really, extra hard. Now, get the hell outta here! Charlie sighed, deeply. He walked to the closet door. My eyes widened, fearful. He knocked on the door of the closet, and then he turned the knob, and out fell Jacob Black, along with some of my clothing.
“What’s he doing in here?” Charlie said, dead- pan face.
I shrugged, innocently.
Jacob stood up straight. “Hi, Charlie.”
“Don’t ‘Hi, Charlie’ me,” Charlie said, his voice monotone, as he shook his head.
“Out,” Charlie ordered. Jacob walked to the window. “The normal person way,” Charlie added. Jacob turned around, and went out my bedroom door.
I held my breath, which was probably a stupid thing to do because Charlie noticed, and became suspicious. He eyed the bathroom. He sure is good at sniffing out boys, tonight.
“Belle,” he scratched his head. “How could you disobey the rules? Twice in one day? Don’t you realize I’m trying to be a good dad, here?”
“I know, Dad,” I cried. “I’m sorry.”
“I had a nice talk with Carlisle,” Charlie said. “He’s agreed that Edward is not allowed to see you, or allowed anywhere near you.”
“You expect me to just run and hide when I see him at school?”
“I expect you to stay away from him. He’s bad news for you, Belle. And I know, deep down, you know it.”
I didn’t respond. I didn’t know what to say besides curse you, Dad!
“My life is over,” I muttered.
“Not completely,” he said. “Hang out with Jake more often. He’s nice.”
“Jacob... You’d rather have me be with the boy you just caught hiding in my closet. Nice.”
“Well, Jacob’s not a baby- killer,” Charlie shot back. My jaw dropped. “Goodnight, Bells.”
Charlie left and closed the door. Edward, smoothly, walked out of the bathroom, with wounded pride, and wounded everything.
"I'm sorry you had to hear that," I said, in my most sympathetic voice. He leaned against the closed bathroom door, dark and brooding.
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Chapt er 3
“Winge. Winge. Winge,” Leah whimpered, her arms folded as she watched Jacob Black coming up the dirtroad, passing the LaPush sign. Jacob smirked at her.
“I told you not to wait up for me,” he said, his voice sly.
She fell to his side, quite happily, and they walked together to Paul’s house. Paul answered the door to Leah draped over Jacob’s body.
“Hi,” Leah said.
“Hi,” Paul said, with less enthusiasm than her. He turned to Jacob and greeted him, then let them both into his house. Jacob slammed his tall, muscular body onto Paul’s holey, beige couch.
“What were you saying about winging?” Jacob asked, as he stared at the noisy tv. Leah, distracted by Paul’s staring, snapped back into reality.
“Oh. I was talking about Emily and her constant whining,” Leah sighed. Leah walked over to the couch and sat down on Jacob’s right thigh. Jacob relaxed down into the couch and pulled Leah closer to his chest. Paul rolled his eyes and sipped some soda. “She’s always complaining about how fat she’s getting. I wish she would hurry up and pop so that I won’t have to listen to it anymore.”
“Huh?” Jacob asked, whipping his head away from the tv for a split second.
“Nevermind. You weren’t even paying attention,”Leah said, playfully pushing his head away. She twisted her finger around in his long, black ponytail. She sighed and got up. She felt like she was playing a game, pretending. Jacob had imprinted on Bella, but he was with her. It was a sore spot for her. His affection for her seemed real, but deep down, Leah just couldn’t believe he really loved her. She doubted Jacob’s feelings for her, and she had good reason; that trashy Belle Dwyer.
Leah hated her with a passion and dreamed of one day killing the selfish manstealer.
She leaned in the pale, chipped hall, and thought about how to kill Belle Dwyer. Her body shook with fury at her deadly thoughts. A hot hand touched her wrist. She looked behind her and it was Paul attempting to calm her down.
“You’re causing your own pain,” He said, running his hand down her back. “You already know who he really loves. And it’s not you.”
Leah broke away from him, resentful. Paul grabbed Leah’s arm and pulled her into his bedroom. He closed the door and slammed her slim, hourglass figure up against the dresser, and planted deep, fervent kisses along the side of her neck. Her body quivered, but she was frustrated.
“Let him have her,” Paul mumbled, his mouth moving against her collarbone. He reached down between her thighs and lifted her up. He carried her over to his bed. Leah pulled one leg out of his arm’s loop and planted it on the floor, stopping him in his tracks. Paul threw his head back, irritated. He turned around and let his body fall at the edge of the bed.
Leah went back into the tiny living room. Jacob looked up from the couch, a smile on his face. She returned his smile, but behind hers, lurked something dark. She would make him love her, genuinely, and at whatever costs.
The heat was out at Sam and Emily’s. So Sam had spent the whole day chucking wood for their makeshift fireplace. Embry Call had helped Sam carry firewood into the house before. Emily stood on the porch, wrapped up in her pajamas and a blue cotton robe, sipping hot chocolate from a mug, as Sam and Embry carried logs of wood into the little house.
She wouldn’t sit down while the boys were busy. She felt like she had to be up doing something, anything. Emily was 8 months pregnant. Although she loved being pregnant, she hated being told to sit down and rest. She was always up and about, but mostly she was just in everybody’s way. She followed Sam and Embry into the house and closed the door behind her. It was their last trip outside from the woods, and they weren’t tired. Embry stretched out his long arms and yawn. He was sleepy, though. He ran his hand threw his dark brown shaggy hair and scratched. Sam threw the wood into the fireplace.
“Made you guys some hot chocolate,” Emily said, beaming a bright smile.
“Sweet,” Embry said, quickly making his way through Sam and Emily’s kitchen. “Hey. Got any marshmellows?” he asked, looking into the pantries.
“No marshmellows in mine,” Sam called from the living room.
He found the marshmellows and pulled the bag down off a shelf. “Lemme get that for you,” Emily said, as she reached for the bag.
“No, I got it,” Embry said. He go, anyway, and let Emily open the bag. She put marshmellows in his cup of cocoa. Embry leaned, awkwardly, on the kitchen counter.
“Still gonna name her Cheyenne?” he asked.
“Why? I thought everyone liked Cheyenne,” Emily said, alarmed. “Cheyenne Samantha Young- Uley.”
“I do. It’s just so common. I know seven girls named Cheyenne, just from this rez, alone,” Embry said.
“Well, what name do you prefer?” she asked, her hands on her hips. Embry trilled his lips and thought for a brief moment. “How about Embrina, or Embrielle.”
Emily snickered. “See, this is why I don’t ask advice from 17 year old boys.”
Sam entered the kitchen, flushed. He wrapped his arms around Emily’s waist, as far as they would go, and planted a quick kiss on her temple.
“Usually, people wait until the honeymoon,” Embry said, of them kissing.
“That ship sailed a long time ago,” Emily laughed, as she patted her belly.
“Doesn’t there need to be a wedding before you can have a honeymoon?” Sam asked, curiously.
Embry and Emily stared at him, bewildered.
“Well, duh!” Embry blurted. “But, you guys can’t afford a wedding, or even wedding rings.”
Emily narrowed her eyes at Sam. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but she sensed something weird going on. Embry let a giggle slip from his lips, then covered it up with a fake cough. Sam raided the cookie jar and pulled out a tiny banana cream colored box. Emily’s hand flew over her mouth, and her eyes widened.
Sam got down on one knee, on the kitchen floor. Embry couldn’t contain his smile, no matter how hard he tried.
“Emily Dakota Young, will you be my bride?” Sam asked, softly. Emily couldn’t speak, so she shook her head, instead, as tears flowed down her hands. Sam got up and slipped a white gold ring onto her finger. They hugged each other in the small kitchen. Emily pulled away to say, “Yes. Yes, Sam, I’ll marry you!”
Embry clapped his hands, as if he were applauding a scene on broadway. Sam and Emily put their heads together. He looked down and put his hand on her belly, where Cheyenne usually kicked.
Edward crawled onto Belle’s bed for some cuddling. His kisses were suffocating, yet she wanted more. She pulled him over herself. Edward paused and listened.
“He’s fallen asleep,” Edward said, of Charlie. Belle bit her lip, and pulled the comforter back. She tucked her legs underneath the sheets, and coaxed Edward to join her. He winced, pain flashing across his angular face.
“What now, Edward?” Bella groaned.
“I don’t want to hurt you, again,” he said.
“What?” She grabbed his face. “You never hurt me before. I loved making love to you. You’re being stubborn.”
He turned his face away from her. “No, you’re being stubborn. Why can’t you understand that I’m dangerous.”
“You’re not dangerous. You just think you are,” She said. “You wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
“You’d say anything,” he shook his head in disgust.
“What’s your prob, Edward?”
“I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Thinking about what?”
“It. The baby,” His amber eyes looked up at her, timidly. Belle stroked his copper hair.
“You can’t change what happened. Nobody can. Try not to think about it. Think about me,” she said.
“I hurt our baby. I killed it. I can’t live with myself.”
Belle leaned into his face, and kissed his bottom lip. She pulled his shirt off over his head. She kept kissing him until he was finally kissing her back. She leaned backwards and he lay flat on top of her. Edward struggled with himself. He wanted to pull away, run away, get far away from Belle as he could. He pulled his lips away from hers.
“You’re the dangerous one,” he breathed.
“You’re always pushing my limits,” he said. “This won’t end well.”
“Then, why are you still here?”
“I want you. Just take me, Edward,” she breathed. Belle unbuttoned her shirt. She unhooked her bra and flung it across the room. She grabbed his face again, and kissed him, vehemently. He pulled away again, and sent himself flying into the wall behind him. Bella sat up. She got off the bed and went and stood before Edward. Her eyes bore into him, intensely. She shoved her computer off the desk. The keyboard and notebooks also went flying, crashing to the floor. Edward came off the wall and lifted Bella onto the desk. He parted her legs and she leaned back, while he showered her jaw, neck, and her breasts with kisses. He gave into her, letting his walls fall down around him. She met each of his thrusts with a heavy moan. Then, he rolled over and fell off the desk. Belle panted and tried to catch her breath. Edward got up and leaned his head against the wall. Bella sat up on the desk.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. “I wasn’t finished.”
“This can't happen, again,” he huffed. Edward ran across the room and flew out the window, which to Belle, looked like only a blur.
“Edward,” she cried. She got up and went into the dark hallway. Realizing Charlie could wake up, she tiptoed downstairs and went outside. She looked around her. Belle gave up and realized that he was gone. Then, the bushes rattled.
“Edward?” Belle asked. She walked to the shrubs. “Edward, it’s me. We can start over and take it slow. Whatever you want, just please, come back inside.”
A russet figure appeared from behind the bushes. It was Leah, and she was angry.
Belle was shocked to see her.
“Leah. What the hell are you doing out here so late at night?” Belle asked. Leah responded by pulling a silver gun from behind her back. Belle’s eyes widened with fear. “Leah….” She mumbled.
“You are all he thinks about,” Leah said, tearfully. Belle started backing away. But, she knew by the burning look in Leah’s dark eyes that there was really no escape. Belle hugged her stomach and dropped to the ground. She knew she was about to die.
Leah held the gun to Bella’s forehead, as she rocked back and forth on the ground, praying silently.
“Say goodbye, Belle Dwyer,” Leah said, as she put pressure on the trigger. Belle closed her eyes, tightly. Tears rolled down both girls’ faces. The gun went off, and Belle fell to the grass.
But, she could still hear. But, how? She opened one eye and realized that she wasn’t actually dead. Leah and Edward were fighting over the gun. Belle scooted to the front porch of the house.
Belle focused her eyes and noticed the big red spot on Edward’s shirt. He had jumped infront of the bullet that was meant for Belle. She covered her mouth, shocked, that he would risk his life in such a way.
“Leah, I’m warning you,” Edward clenched his teethas he tried to wrestle the gun away from Leah without hurting her.
“This has nothing to do with you,” Leah said. He had her arm, but she wouldn’t let go of the gun. Edward violently grabbed Leah’s neck with his other hand, and bit down on her smooth skin. She cried out.
Belle bucked her eyes. “Edward, no!”
He held her upward in his grip, as blood oozed down into her cleavage. Leah snapped, and tore herself away from him. She flipped into the air, and when she landed she was a giant, silver wolf. Her lips pulled back, showing sharp, glistening teeth.
Edward showed no fear on his face as stood before the huge, pissed off wolf. Leah moved towards him, gnarling and drooling.
“Edward, run!” Bella shouted. “Run!”
Edward obeyed, turning quickly on his heel. Leah chased him down the street and out into traffic. Edward hopped over the hoods of stalled vehicles at a red light. People screamed, as a giant wolf darted out of nowhere and was crushing cars and trucks with her paws.
Edward needed to lure her out of the view of people, and so he ran into the woods, surrounding himself with trees. Leah appeared, teeth snapping. He thought he would try calming her down by communicating with her telepathically. But, she already knew he would try this, and charged him.
Edward would have to fight for his life, instead. Leah was high off adrenaline and wasn’t thinking clearly. Her wolf had taken over her completely. He didn’t want to hurt somebody who wasn’t in their right mind, but there was no stopping her. She attempted to clamp her mouth down around his body, but he grabbed her face and held her mouth closed. Edward pushed back her nose, and she flipped herself over.
He turned around, ready to face the wolf again, but slumped his shoulders in relief that the wolf was gone. And, it was just Leah sitting on the ground, hugging her arms around her legs, naked, shaking.
She was harmless, now. He saw how confused she looked, and dropped to his knees, relieved that he didn’t have to fight her anymore, relief that it was over. His eyes shifted back to her, coldly, as her head yanked back and she screamed. Edward got back up, and looked at her neck where he had bitten her.
Leah curled up on the ground, her body pulling her in every direction She was experiencing an agonizing, intolerable pain. Her body jerked left and right.
He got on the ground and pulled her into his lap.
“Leah, stay calm,” he said. “You have to stay calm.”
He held her body as still as possible, as he tried to suck out the venom, before it could move throughout the rest of her system.
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The next morning, Bella woke up. She wiped her eyes, then she hugged herself protectively, remembering how dreadful last night was. She wasn’t going to tell Charlie about Leah pulling a gun on her. As much as she hates Leah, she doesn’t want to add any more stress to anyone’s life than there already is.
She got on the phone and called Edward. She tried calling him six times in a row.
“Damn it, Edward,” she retorted. “Pick up the phone, already.” Belle put the phone down and went downstairs. Charlie was talking to some people at the door. Belle stopped, curiously.
“There’s a giant animal loose in the town,” a frumpy, plump man said.
“Well, what kind of animal was it?” Charlie asked.
“It was a really big wolf,” the man said.
“No, it wasn’t. It was a yeti,” his skinny friend said, who was wearing a fishing hat. “It was big and white.”
Charlie looked bored, and he didn’t believe either of them.
“Maybe, it was a bigfoot,” the first man said. “We don’t really know what it was, officer. It was late at night, and we didn’t get a good look at it. But we both can agree that it was something big.”
“Okay, Melvin and Chauncey,” Charlie said. “I’ll see what I can find out about your mystery monster.”
One of the men nodded. “Have a good day, officer.”
“Bye, guys,” Charlie said, and closed the door.
“What was that about?” Belle asked. She sat down at the kitchen table with a cup of apple juice. Charlie slumped down into a seat at the table.
“The people in this town are getting weirder and weirder, that’s all.”
The phone rang. Charlie got up to answer it.
“Sue, what’s wrong?” he said after a moment. “Give her a few hours. You know how teenagers are. If she’s not back by lunch, I’ll pull a search party together.---- No? Okay well, then, what do you want me to do?”
“What’s wrong, Dad?” Belle asked.
“That was Sue Clearwater. She hung up on me. Maybe I should call her back. She sounded upset that Leah didn’t come home last night.”
“No!” Belle shot out of her seat. “I mean, Leah spent the night at Jacob’s. She’s probably just still there. There’s nothing to worry about,” she laughed, nervously.
“Okay, well. You might want to tell Sue that,” Charlie said, as he shrugged on his police jacket. “I gotta get to work.”
“Bye, Dad,” Belle closed the door after her father left. She didn’t panic or freak out. There was only one place Leah could be after a night like last night. Belle grabbed a sweater and left the house.
Paul Lahote picked up a tin bucket and went down to the well. He attached the bucket to a thick rope and lowered it down into the water. Reeling it back up, he unhooked the bucket from the rope, and poured the water over his head. Water trickled down his thick arms, and wide chest. Paul shook his hair, drops of water flew out from his head.
Belle was watching, peeking her big brown eyes out from behind a tree, her mouth gaped. She had bitten her lip, but hadn’t realized it until it hurt. She rubbed at the pain.
Belle stepped out and put on a serious face.
“Paul,” she shouted. He looked up, and glared at her. He put the bucket down on the grass.
“What are you doing here, leechlover?” Paul asked, his voice deep and husky, with a pinch of animosity. Belle winced at the insult.
“Have you seen Leah around?” she asked, coolly.
“Not since yesterday,” Paul responded. “Why? What do you care?”
“I care, okay,” Belle shot back. She walked up to Paul. He was tall, but not taller than Jacob who was a whopping seven feet. Paul was six two, and Bella stopped just under his shoulders. She had to look up to see into his face, or else she would be staring at his hard, wet pecks. She followed him to the back porch of his house. Paul took a green towel from the porch beam and threw it around his neck.
Paul chuckled. “No, you don’t.”
Belle rolled her eyes. “So, ya haven’t seen her. That’s all I wanted to know. Bye.”
She turned to leave and felt Paul’s hand on her shoulder. She paused.
“Is it true?” he asked.
“Is what true?” she raised an eyebrow.
“You’re going to be one of them?”
The question made Belle uncomfortable. She rolled her shoulder and Paul’s hand fell. “It’s none of your business,” she said.
“It is my business if another one of those vampires is prancing around town,” he said.”It should be everyone’s business.”
“The Cullen’s aren’t dangerous,” she seethed.
“Every vamp is dangerous, Belle. Don’t believe what they tell you. They have to drink blood to survive.”
“That doesn’t mean they have to kill humans, which they don’t anyway,” she said. Paul shook his head, unable to get through to her.
“I can’t believe you’re actually going to do it. You don’t care about Charlie. You don’t care about anybody,” Paul said, as he walked up the porch.
“Wow. That stung,” Belle hissed. He shrugged his shoulders, uncaringly.
“Why don’t you come inside for a little while. I can take your mind off Leah.”
Belle’s eyes narrowed at him. “Not interested,” she said, folding her arms and looking away.
“Yeah right,” Paul chuckled. He went inside the house and closed the door. He was right. She was interested, but she kept Edward in the back of her mind, reminding herself not to fall for Paul’s tricks. Belle sighed, and moved on.
Belle tripped over a stepping stone infront of the Cullen’s white house.
“Woah.” She landed on her face, and tasted granite rock. “Ow.” She picked herself up, and went to ring the doorbell.
It only took one time. Esme answered. Her light amber eyes glistened at Belle. “Hi, Belle,” her light cheery voice floated.
“Hey, Esme,” Belle said, dull. “Is Edward home?”
Esme’s small lips tightened. “Um. Yes,” she told the truth. A moment passed.
“Well, can I see him? Can I come in? I really need to see him,” Belle whined. “It’s important.”
“He’s busy, Belle,” Esme said, as she rubbed Belle’s shoulder.
“Well, can you tell him to call me?”
Esme closed the door.
Busy with what? Belle thought. Busy with who? …Leah, I bet. Belle went to the side of the house and found a window partly hinged. She opened it wider and crawled inside. She was inside the Cullen’s house. Suddenly, she heard muffled screams and cries. Startled, she backed herself up against a wall. She was in the dining room. A room untouched, and clean, with a long brown glossy table, and 13 chairs on each side, and one chair at each end with brass lions on the armrests, their mouths open, and teeth pointy.
“Creepy,” she muttered.