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Assistant: Title: First Light
        Author: Gjy undefined 
        Chapter: 1/24 
        Summary: I grieved for my future self. Now that I felt this kind of relief flooding my body, my resolve cracked on the floor like glass, the pieces skidding under my own feet. I didn’t know how I would ever put it back together. But even more distressing, I didn’t know how I would be able to deny him. Our bond. That instinct within him and that had been growing in me infinitesimally each day I saw him, touched him, thought about him…Because even though Emily had said theirs was triggered by a single moment, I had had a growing suspicion, no matter how much I tried to deny it, that ours was different. Gradual.That, without even realizing it, I had stumbled into something I hadn’t meant to and was now caught in it. Like a web that fused to my own skin, indistinguishable.And, finally, that any more than one more weekend with him would kill me, if I ever became a vampire. Would kill us. Swifter and harder and more agonizing than death at the hands of the Volturi could ever be.-OR an Eclipse re-write with everything we love: slow burn, angst, fluff, sm@t, and a new take on imprinting that isn’t gross. The first few chapters pull heavily from Eclipse, but the writing after those is primarily all my own!
        Contents: Chapter 1: The Interference
    

    


      
        
          Update 1/3/2025 - Just wanted to add this here to thank everyone for reading and commenting! It means so much to me that people are still finding this fic and enjoying it. This was my first time writing something of this length and I never expected it to be so fun!! There are definitely some issues with it and things I would change if I did another round of edits, but overall, I am so grateful to this story for everything it taught me and proved to me that I could accomplish.I also wanted to let any new readers know that the first few chapters pull HEAVILY from Eclipse, and the major conflicts and scenes in the original books are all included here as well. I personally wanted a version of Eclipse where she ends up with Jacob, so that's exactly what I ended up writing. In case anyone is curious or wants to skip/skim, I believe that my own writing and voice starts to surpass Stephanie's around chapter 5.Lastly, in case anybody wants to follow along, I created an instagram in case anyone wants to keep up. Thank you again for reading and I hope you enjoy the journey!!
      
  

  
  
    
    
   Bella, 
 
  
     I don't know why you're making Charlie carry notes to Billy like we’re in second grade. If I wanted to talk to you I would answer the 
  

  
     You made the choice here, okay? You can’t have it both ways when 
  

  
     What part of ‘mortal enemies’ is too complicated for you to 
  

  
     It just makes it worse when I think about you too much
  

  
     I don’t understand what you want from me. You know how I feel about
  

   Yeah, I miss you too. A lot. Doesn’t change anything. Sorry. 
 
   Jacob 
 I ran my fingers across the page, feeling the dents where he had pressed the pen to the paper so hard that it had nearly broken through. I could picture him writing this — scrawling the angry letters in his rough handwriting, slashing through line after line when the words came out wrong, maybe even snapping the pen in his too-big hand — that would explain the ink splatters. I could imagine the frustration pulling his black eyebrows together and crumpling his forehead. If I’d been there, I might have laughed. Don’t give yourself a brain hemorrhage, Jacob, I would have told him. Just spit it out. Laughing was the last thing I felt like doing now as I reread the words I’d already memorized. His answer to my pleading note — passed from Charlie to Billy to him, just like second grade, as he’d pointed out — was no surprise. I’d known the essence of what it would say before I’d opened it. What was surprising was how much each crossed-out line wounded me — as if the points of the letters had cutting edges. More than that, behind each angry beginning lurked a vast pool of hurt; Jacob’s pain cut me deeper than my own. Part of me wanted to know how the letter would have gone if he hadn’t crossed anything out. His actual, unfiltered thoughts. But the other part knew that it would hurt too much.Suddenly, the door opened downstairs — loud and jarring, even though I’d been waiting for that sound for…I didn’t even know how long. I shoved the wrinkled paper into my back pocket where it had been sitting for the majority of the last few days and held my breath. When I heard my dad’s unmistakable footsteps, I let it out, slouching over in disappointment even though I knew it was too early still for Edward to spend the agreed upon visiting hours of seven till nine-thirty p.m. with me. Under the supervision of my dad, of course. And his unfailingly crabby glare. Afternoons before seven p.m. were the strangest part of my day ever since my former best friend (who happened to be a werewolf), Jacob Black, had informed my dad about my less than safe motorcycle riding activities — a betrayal he had devised in order to get me grounded so that I couldn’t spend time with my boyfriend (who happened to be a vampire), Edward Cullen. You know, because vampires and werewolves were mortal enemies and all that.Of course, those visiting hours didn’t include the time I spent with Edward at school, and at night in my room while I slept, one of which Charlie couldn’t change and the other he didn’t know about. I did everything in my power to see Edward at all times, desperate to avoid the strange periods of time in which my mind was too unoccupied. Too free that it remembered the burning letter in my back pocket and too stupid that it couldn’t avoid unfolding it, re-opening the same wound over and over.My dad knocked on my bedroom door. “Hey Bells,” he said. He was still wearing his police jacket, the badge glistening in the hallway light. I didn’t have to check to know that he didn’t have his gun belt on. He hadn’t felt the need to wear that to the station for a few weeks. There had been no more disturbing disappearances to trouble the small town of Forks, Washington, no more sightings of the giant, mysterious wolves in the ever rainy woods.“Hi.” If my greeting was less sweet than usual, it was because of my grounding. I almost felt on edge enough to say to Charlie -  Are you up here to make sure I’m alone?  But Charlie had already left, his footsteps continuing past my door to his room.I checked the clock again and sighed — thirty more minutes until seven. I walked over to my desk and turned on the computer, figuring I’d use the time alone to deal with my mom’s unanswered email I’d been putting off. She did tend to get panicky when I took too long. I drummed my fingers as I waited for my decrepit computer to heeze awake; they snapped against the desk, staccato and anxious. When it finally turned on, I scanned through Renée’s e-mail, shaking my head now and then at some of the dippier things she’d done. I was just as entertained and horrified as the first time I’d read this. It was so like my mother to forget exactly how paralyzed she was by heights until she was already strapped to a parachute and a dive instructor. I felt a little frustrated with Phil, her husband of almost two years, for allowing that one. Shouldn’t he have realized this about her by now? Two years seemed like more than enough time to learn someone’s habits, though I’d guess no one would ever beat how well I knew my mom.  I’d spent most of my life taking care of Renée, patiently guiding her away from her craziest plans, good-naturedly enduring the ones I couldn’t talk her out of. I’d always been indulgent with my mom, amused by her, even a little condescending to her. I saw her cornucopia of mistakes and laughed privately to myself. Scatterbrained Renée. Now, the thought only made me worried. As a vampire, I would only be farther away, more out of reach than I’d ever been in Washington. It was the main reason I’d been avoiding these emails — I would need to let go eventually, would be forced to after graduation when I finally became a vampire. Even if that meant being Edward’s—I cringed when I thought of the word — fiancée. Otherwise known as Edward’s one demand in exchange that he be the person to change me. And the thought of anyone else changing me was…unpleasant. I had always considered myself a very different person from my mother. Someone thoughtful and cautious. The responsible one, the grown-up. But thinking of my mother’s most life-altering mistake — getting married fresh out of high school to a man she barely knew, then producing me a year later — I started wondering if maybe we were more similar than I had always thought.I gritted my teeth and shook my head. It’s not like I had a choice anyway. Protecting Charlie and the Cullens from the Volturi, who made sure my heart would stop beating either way to ensure I was no longer a liability, was worth it. Love was worth it. I looked at the clock again. Fifteen minutes. I sighed, tapping my foot impatiently. I tried to concentrate as I read through the rest of her letter. Then I hit her parting line and remembered the other reason why I’d neglected to write sooner.  You haven’t said anything about Jacob in a long time  , she’d written. What’s he up to these days?  A puff of air expelled from my lungs, like a punch to the gut when I was already down. I readjusted in my seat and felt the letter crumbled in my back pocket. Another thing I had no choice about. Sworn enemies, as he said. It wasn’t just our almost kisses a few weeks ago that I was avoiding, even though it made me cringe at the thought of Edward seeing them in his mind, loud and clear I assumed, but also that Jacob’s werewolf pack bitterly hated Edward’s vampire family — and therefore me, too, since I fully intended to join that family. I thought about his crossed-out words. I guess I had made my choice.I sighed and typed quickly, tucking the answer to her question between two less sensitive paragraphs. 
   Jacob is fine, I guess. I don’t see him much; he spends most of his time with a pack of his friends down at La Push these days.  
I hit send before I could think about it and closed my computer down, not wanting to look at the words any more than I already did. Charlie must have put her up to mention Jacob. I was surprised my dad had dropped the subject since he had spent a few days a week after I got back from Italy asking me why Billy was calling him to say Jacob was depressed, then wrapping it up by saying that we used to make each other happy. I’m happy now, I thought as I stared dejectedly at the clock. Only a few minutes left. How long had I been sitting here?When I heard three knocks on the front door, I shot up, running down the stairs. I wrenched the door out of my way and there it was, the end of my loneliness. What I had been waiting for for what felt like a whole day.Time had not made me immune to the perfection of his face. My eyes traced over his pale white features: the hard square of his jaw, the softer curve of his full lips — twisted up into a smile now, the straight line of his nose, the sharp angle of his cheekbones, the smooth marble span of his forehead — partially obscured by a tangle of rain darkened bronze hair. His eyes were wide, warm with liquid gold, and framed by a thick fringe of black lashes.It was a face any male model in the world would trade his soul for. Of course, that might be exactly the asking price: one soul. No. I didn’t believe that. I felt guilty for even thinking it, and was glad — as I was often glad — that I was the one person whose thoughts were a mystery to Edward. I cringed to think how he would have reacted if he heard that one. Before he could sense anything off, I reached for his hand. Cold.“Hey,” I said, smiling past the shiver that sat at the base of my spine, threatening to display my still very human tendencies that I knew I wouldn’t have in only a few months.He raised our interlaced fingers to brush my cheek with the back of his hand. “How was your afternoon?” “Slow,” I said honestly.“For me, as well.” He pulled my wrist up to his face, our hands still twisted together. His eyes closed as his nose skimmed along the skin there, and he smiled gently without opening them. Enjoying the bouquet while resisting the wine, as he’d once put it. I knew that the scent of my blood — so much sweeter to him than any other person’s blood, truly like wine beside water to an alcoholic — caused him actual pain from the burning thirst it engendered. But he didn’t seem to shy away from it as much as he once had. I could only dimly imagine the Herculean effort behind this simple gesture. But for some reason, the gesture today made me feel strange. Like—No, I pushed it aside. I was finally not alone. I was happy.I heard Charlie approaching then, dragging his feet on the way to express his customary displeasure with our guest. Edward’s eyes snapped open and he let our hands fall, keeping them intertwined. “Good evening, Charlie.” Edward was always flawlessly polite, though Charlie didn’t always return it. Charlie grunted at him and then stood there with his arms crossed over his chest. He was taking the idea of parental supervision to extremes lately. “I brought another set of applications,” Edward told me then, holding up a stuffed manila envelope. He was wearing a roll of stamps like a ring around his littlest finger. I groaned. “How are there any left?”He smiled. “There are still a few open deadlines. And a few places are willing to make exceptions.” I could just imagine the motivations behind such exceptions. And the dollar amounts involved. Edward laughed at my expression. “Shall we?” he asked, towing me toward the kitchen table. Charlie huffed and followed behind, though he could hardly complain about the activity on tonight’s agenda. He’d been pestering me to make a decision about college on a daily basis. Charlie patted his hands over his pockets, then suddenly rolled his eyes. “Sorry Bells, I meant to give this to you sooner.” He tossed a thick envelope at me. I tried to catch it but missed. I don’t even know why I tried. Edward suddenly grabbed it out of the air, almost faster than my human eyes could see. I quickly looked to my dad, but thankfully he had already turned away.“Er, thanks,” I muttered, taking it out of Edward’s hands. Then I saw the return address — the letter was from the University of Alaska Southeast. “That was quick. I guess I missed the deadline on that one, too.” Charlie chuckled. I flipped the envelope over and then glared up at him. “It’s open.” “I was curious.” “I’m shocked, Sheriff. That’s a federal crime.” “Oh, just read it,” Charlie said, pouring himself a glass of water from the sink. Then he opened the fridge and grabbed some of the leftover beef stroganoff I made yesterday. I opened it and looked at the first few lines, well aware of Edward’s piercing gaze on me. It was an acceptance letter.  Perfect, I thought. Far away to make family visits not expected, and the lowest amount of sunshine out of every state. Even still, doubted I would be going to college next year. From what I’ve heard, it takes more than a few months to get acclimated to being around humans again as a newborn vampire. A sharp jolt of unease pierced my stomach as I realized how short the time really was. For some reason, tonight, I was deeply conscious of Charlie standing in front of me, thinking his daughter was a normal girl about to go to college. And my mother, Renée, far away in sunny Florida, still pleading with me to spend the summer on the beach with her and her new husband. And Jacob, who, unlike my parents, would know exactly what was going on when I disappeared to some distant school. Even if my parents didn’t grow suspicious for a long time, even if I could put off visits with excuses about travel expenses or study loads or illnesses, Jacob would know the truth. For a moment, the idea of Jacob’s certain revulsion overshadowed every other pain, even that of my parents. I closed my eyes, unsure when his feelings had started to surpass theirs. “Congratulations,” Charlie said once he turned around, eating the food while standing at the kitchen counter like he sometimes did when he worked a little later than normal. “Thanks, Dad,” I said, but it didn’t sound very convincing“We should talk about tuition. I’ve got some money saved up —” “There’s a lot of financial aid out there,” Edward said, jumping in. I glared at him, knowing what that was code for. I didn’t know why it made me feel uncomfortable to use his family’s money. I should be grateful, being that my college fund was severely lacking. Shifts at Mike’s parents’ store had barely added to it when Edward had left.Charlie looked between both of us. “Did you decide where you’re going?”Edward smiled up at Charlie and his voice was friendly. “Not yet. I’ve received a few acceptance letters, but I’m still weighing my options.” “Where have you been accepted?” Charlie pressed. “Syracuse ... Harvard ... Dartmouth ... and I just got accepted to the University of Alaska Southeast today.” Edward turned his face slightly to the side so that he could wink at me.“Harvard? Dartmouth?” Charlie mumbled, unable to conceal his awe. “Well that’s pretty ... that’s something. 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,” Edward told him serenely, but his gaze was elsewhere, lingering on the table where an open newspaper was sprawled as if Charlie had just been reading it. I narrowed my eyes to try to read the headline, but Edward had already started saying something else. “Did Bella ever tell you that my parents gave her airplane tickets on her last birthday so that she could visit Renée?” My mouth dropped open. “Bella?” Charlie asked in a stunned voice. I thought about the party that hadn’t crossed my mind in a while, the presents that had been forgotten. Of course, most of them had been stolen by Edward, and the other one I had ripped out of my car myself. I guess the tickets weren’t one of the ones he had taken back after he had left me. I cleared my throat. “Yeah, they did.” Charlie swallowed loudly, and then his eyes narrowed as he turned back to Edward. “No, she never mentioned it.” “Hmm,” Edward murmured. “Was there a reason you brought it up?” Charlie asked in a hard voice. Edward shrugged. “It’s about to expire. I think it might hurt Esme’s feelings if Bella doesn’t use her gift. Not that she’d say anything.” I stared at Edward in disbelief. Where was this coming from? He didn’t meet my eyes, even though it seemed like I was burning a hole into the side of his head. I couldn’t go there. Not alone. Not right now. My breaths started coming a little faster.Charlie thought for a minute. “It’s probably a good idea for you to visit your mom, Bella. She’d love that. I’m surprised you didn’t say anything about this, though.” “I forgot,” I admitted, my words a bit strangled. He frowned. “You forgot that someone gave you a plane ticket?” Just like that, an idea popped into my head, steadying my breath. “Actually tickets,” I said. “One for Edward and one for me.” I smiled sweetly at Edward, and he pursed his lips.Charlie was silent for a few seconds. “That’s out of the question.” “Why?” I asked, my voice completely unsurprised. “You just said it was a good idea for me to see Mom.” Charlie frowned at my tone and raised an eyebrow. I furrowed my brows in determination. I may not know how this conversation came to be, but going all the way to Florida without Edward? My palms started sweating. I knew at this point, I wouldn’t be able to get out of seeing Mom. I didn’t trust Charlie not to mention the expiring tickets that I didn’t plan on using in their next phone call. And I didn’t want to feel her disappointment in the next email she sent me. Plus, the idea of seeing my mother now, not weeks from now, was hard to resist. It had been so long since I’d seen Renée. And even longer since I’d seen her under pleasant circumstances. The last time I’d been with her in Phoenix, I’d spent the whole time in a hospital bed. The last time she’d come here, I’d been more or less catatonic. Not exactly the best memories to leave her with. And maybe, if she saw how happy I was with Edward if we both visited, she would tell Charlie to ease up. I sighed, “You can’t honestly tell me you’d object to the plan if I was going with Alice or Angela.” “Girls,” he grunted, with a nod. “Well then, would it bother you if I took Jacob?” I didn’t know why I said it. I mean, I knew my dad had a preference for Jacob over Edward, but I also didn’t know why I was suddenly imagining him on the plane with me, laying in the sun with my mom and me, not having to worry about exposing his particular breed of monster to another human. His heat in the pool water, making it slightly less freezing than usual. I clenched my fingers on the hand Edward had just held, uneasy  I quickly wished I hadn’t gone there - Edward’s teeth clenched together with an audible snap. My father struggled to compose himself before he answered. “Yes,” he said in an unconvincing voice. “That would bother me.” “You’re a rotten liar, Dad.” “It’s okay,” Edward said, teeth still clenched tightly together. “My father had plans for us to go hiking this weekend anyway. I’ll be here when you get back, Bella.”Now my mouth dropped open again. “You’re joking,” I said. Edward’s face was stony. For a second I was worried he actually could read my thoughts. But I knew that wasn’t possible. Was this his way of punishing me? Making me go by myself? When he just came back from leaving me alone for months and tearing me apart? I was fuming.My dad, of course, was smiling. “This sounds like a perfect idea.”“You’re not worried about me going alone?”My dad struggled for words. Edward bristled. Both said nothing, leaving me to fume by myself.“Fine,” I said. “I’ll go if I’m no longer grounded,” I countered. 
  If I won’t see Edward for days, at least I’ll be able to see him every minute after that. 
My dad’s smile dropped. Edward’s expression got even stonier. I could see my dad debating this as I held my breath. He turned around and placed his dirty dish in the sink. “Only if you agree to see your other friends with your freedom,” he said carefully. I knew what he meant by that, what friend he was specifically talking about.As for my other friends, that was an issue in and of itself. Before Edward’s return, my school friends had polarized into two groups. I liked to think of those groups as good vs. evil. Us and them worked, too. The good guys were Angela, her steady boyfriend Ben Cheney, and Mike Newton; these three had all very generously forgiven me for going crazy when Edward left. Lauren Mallory was the evil core of the them side, and almost everyone else, including my first friend in Forks, Jessica Stanley, seemed content to go along with her anti-Bella agenda. With Edward back at school, the dividing line had become even more distinct. Edward’s return had taken its toll on Mike’s friendship, but Angela was unswervingly loyal, and Ben followed her lead. Angela sat dutifully beside Alice every day at lunch. After a few weeks, Angela even looked comfortable there. It was difficult not to be charmed by the Cullens — once you gave them the chance to be charming.But it was a dilemma I was already struggling with. My friends. People who, for their own safety, I would never be able to see again after graduation. So what was the better course of action? Spend time with them while I could? Or start the separation now to make it more gradual? I quailed at the idea of the second option, but I knew from Charlie’s set mouth that he wouldn’t budge. My frustration rose up again, but I knew it wasn’t directed at my dad this time, for once. Instead, I narrowed my eyes and glared at Edward, who seemed just as frustrated as I was, while I responded to my Dad, defeated. “Fine.”I turned to gather my things off the table. “So my homework is done, you had dinner, and I’m not grounded. I’m going out. I’ll be back before ten-thirty.” “Where are you going?” Charlie looked like he had whiplash, going between several different emotions all at once.“I’m not sure,” I said. “I’ll keep it within a ten-mile radius, though. Okay?” He grunted something that did not sound like approval and walked out of the room to watch television. He had an unusual spring in his step from winning the fight. It only made my glower worse.“We’re going out?” Edward asked, his voice low.I turned to glare at him. “Yes. We need to speak. Alone.” He didn’t look as apprehensive as I thought he should. I waited to begin until we were safely in his car. “What was that?” I demanded. He turned the key and started backing out of the driveway, even though we hadn’t yet talked about where we were going. I barely noticed through the pounding of my heart. “I know you want to see your mother, Bella — you’ve been talking about her in your sleep. Worrying actually.” “I have?” He nodded. “But, clearly, you were too much of a coward to deal with Charlie, so I interceded on your behalf.” “Did you even want to go with me? You didn’t even fight back there.” Even saying it my hands started sweating. He frowned, “I’m sorry Bella, I am. I just knew your dad wouldn’t agree with me going and I needed you-” he paused, frustrated. “I know how much your parents mean to you,” he said. “I didn’t want to risk you fighting with Charlie over something I didn’t think was important.” His voice was soothing, convincing.I stared at him, somehow speculating through my panic. He didn’t seem to notice. His face was serene as he gazed out the windshield. Something was off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Or maybe it was just my imagination running wild.“Are you punishing me because I asked my dad whether he would be okay with Jacob going?” I whispered. I flinched at his reaction to the name, but I needed to say it. Edward’s face fell. “No Bella, I’m not.” His hand tightened on the steering wheel.“I’m sorry I keep worrying about him,” I said, biting my lip. “I know he’s hurting. I can’t just tear things up and walk away. You don’t know what it was like...” I hesitated. Edward was still next to me, eyes blank. I kept my mouth shut, afraid to hurt him by bringing up how he left me.“I’ll never forgive myself for leaving you,” he whispered. “Not if I live a hundred thousand years.”I put my hand against his cold hand on the steering wheel. “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.”I flinched. I was used to Jacob and all his derogatory slurs — bloodsucker, leech, parasite. Somehow it sounded harsher in Edward’s velvet voice. But even worse was his focus on that. How me relying on Jacob was the worst thing that came from him leaving. Not me crying for months, walking around like a shell of myself. No, it was the one thing that made me happy while he was gone that he had a problem with.I opened my mouth to say something, but we pulled into his house just as I did. I looked at him, “Your house?”“Esme will want to say goodbye to you before you leave.” His words were hard. Like there was no room for argument.-We didn’t stay out late, as I’d promised. I felt surprisingly better once I got inside, talking to everyone. I was sure Jasper’s mood control had at least something to do with it, however much I didn’t want to admit it to it. At least, until I saw Edward and Alice playing chess. That cheered me up in a way Jasper never could. They’d sat there nearly motionless, staring at the board, while Alice foresaw the moves he would make and he picked the moves she would make in return out of her head. They played most of the game in their minds; I think they’d each moved two pawns when Alice suddenly flicked her king over and surrendered. It took all of three minutes. Then Jasper slaughtered me of course. While I was waiting for Jasper to make his move, I noticed Alice zoning out in the corner of my vision. Edward’s face changed slightly at whatever he had seen, looking relieved in some way. Of course, I asked about it the second we pulled into my driveway, lights still bright in the house.“What did Alice see earlier?” I rubbed the seam of my sleeve with my thumb. “You looked relieved after.”His expression was composed; there was only the slightest hardening of his topaz eyes. “She’s been seeing Jasper in a strange place, somewhere in the southwest, she thinks, near his former ... family. He never had anything intention of going back, but still…Anyway, tonight it looked like it was back to normal. I knew she had been worrying about it.”I nodded. I don’t know why I thought it had something to do with me. My shoulders slumped. “I’m glad Alice feels better,” I said. She and Jasper seemed completely intertwined. I doubted one could leave the other at this point, with the way they looked at each other constantly. Intensely.“Me too,” Edward said, sighing. “I think it’s best if you go in by yourself. Charlie doesn’t seem to be thinking great thoughts about me right now.” The sides of Edward’s mouth twitched up. He was obviously trying to lighten the mood. And seeing his smile…it almost worked.Almost.Until I remembered the reason why he was trying to lighten the mood.  “Okay, I’ll see you later,” I muttered glumly. He kissed the top of my head, calmer despite my response. “I’ll be back when Charlie’s snoring.” The TV was loud when I got inside. I paused at the door, waiting to see if Charlie would say something. From what Edward said, I expected him to continue our conversation from before, about friends and all that. But all he did was greet me and ask how things went before turning back to the television. I was confused again. I sighed, dropping my things on the table. I saw the newspaper Edward had been looking at earlier still in the same position, as if it had just been read. I noticed the headline out of the corner of my eye.  DEATH TOLL ON THE RISE, POLICE FEAR GANG ACTIVITY. I frowned, biting my lip before walking upstairs. “Goodnight Dad,” I threw over my shoulder. I barely heard his response as I walked into my room. Now that I was alone again, I felt anxious. I knew Edward wouldn’t be back for a while, probably hunting or something too pass the time. My homework was done and I didn’t feel mellow enough for reading or just listening to music. I considered calling Renée with the news of my visit, but then I realized that it was three hours later in Florida, and she would be asleep.  I could call Angela , I thought. After all, it was one of the conditions of my grounding.But suddenly I knew that it wasn’t Angela that I wanted to talk to. That I needed to talk to. Ever since I’d said goodbye to Jacob Black in the forest outside my home, I’d been plagued by a persistent, uncomfortable intrusion of a specific mental picture. It popped into my thoughts at regular intervals like some annoying alarm clock set to sound every half hour, filling my head with the image of Jacob’s face crumpled in pain. This was the last memory I had of him. Sure, I was free to go to anywhere I wanted — except La Push; free to do anything I wanted — except see Jacob. I stared at the blank black window, biting my lip. I don’t know how long I stood there weighing the pros against the cons — doing the right thing by Jacob, seeing my closest friend again, being a good person, versus making Edward furious with me. Ten minutes maybe. Long enough to decide that the pros were valid while the cons were not. Edward was only concerned about my safety, and I knew that there was really no problem on that count. The phone wasn’t any help; Jacob had refused to answer my phone calls since Edward’s return. Besides, I needed to see him — see him smiling again the way he used to. I needed to replace that awful last memory of his face warped and twisted by pain if I was ever going to have any peace of mind. I had an hour probably. I could make a quick run down to La Push and be back before Edward realized I had gone. It was past my curfew, but would Charlie really care about that when Edward wasn’t involved? There was only one way to find out. I grabbed my jacket and shoved my arms through the sleeves as I ran down the stairs. Charlie looked up from the game, instantly suspicious. “You care if I go see Jake tonight?” I asked breathlessly. “I won’t stay long.” As soon as I said Jake’s name, Charlie’s expression relaxed into a smug smile. He didn’t seem surprised at all that his new rules had taken effect so quickly. “Sure, kid. No problem. Stay as long as you like.” “Thanks, Dad,” I said as I darted out the door. Like any fugitive, I couldn’t help looking over my shoulder a few times while I jogged to my truck, but the night was so black that there was no point. I had to feel my way along the side of the truck to the handle. My eyes were just beginning to adjust as I shoved my keys in the ignition. I twisted them hard to the left, but instead of roaring deafeningly to life, the engine just clicked. I tried it again with the same results. And then a small motion in my peripheral vision made me jump. I gasped in shock when I saw that I was not alone in the cab. Edward sat very still, a faint bright spot in the darkness, only his hands moving as he turned a mysterious black object around and around. He stared at the object as he spoke. “Alice called,” he murmured. I shivered. I’d forgotten to account for her in my plans. He must have her watching me. “She got nervous when your future rather abruptly disappeared five minutes ago.” My eyes, already wide with surprise, popped wider. “Because she can’t see the wolves, you know,” he explained in the same low murmur. “Had you forgotten that? When you decide to mingle your fate with theirs, you disappear, too. You couldn’t know that part, I realize that. But can you understand why that might make me a little ... anxious? Alice saw you disappear, and she couldn’t even tell if you’d come home or not. Your future got lost, just like theirs. “We’re not sure why this is. Some natural defense they’re born with?” He spoke as if he were talking to himself now, still looking at the piece of my truck’s engine as he twirled it in his hands. My heart pounded against my chest. “That doesn’t seem entirely likely, since I haven’t had any trouble reading their thoughts. The Blacks’ at least. Carlisle theorizes that it’s because their lives are so ruled by their transformations. It’s more an involuntary reaction than a decision. Utterly unpredictable, and it changes everything about them. In that instant when they shift from one form to the other, they don’t really even exist. The future can’t hold them... .” I listened to his musing in silence, shivering. Something about how he looked, turning the part in his hands, his hair disheveled, eyes too calm, made me nervous. Everything made me nervous. I forced myself to calm down, to breathe steadily, more aware than ever about his ability to hear my heartbeat, my breaths.What’s wrong with you? I asked myself. You know him. It’s Edward. He would never hurt you.I moved slowly, retrieving my keys and stiffly climbing out of the truck, barely hearing anything past the pounding of my heart in my ears. 

“Shut your window if you want me to stay away tonight. I’ll understand,” he whispered just before I slammed the door. I stomped into the house, slamming that door, too. Fear turned into anger, I guess. At least when it was directed towards your own boyfriend. “What’s wrong?” Charlie demanded from the couch. “Truck won’t start,” I growled. “Want me to look at it?” “No. I’ll try it in the morning.” “Want to use my car?” I wasn’t supposed to drive his police cruiser. Charlie must be really desperate to get me to La Push. Nearly as desperate as I was. “No. I’m tired,” I grumbled. “’ Night.” I stamped my way up the stairs and went straight to my window. I shoved the metal frame roughly — it crashed shut and the glass trembled.I stared at the shivering black glass for a long moment, until it was still. Then I sighed and opened the window halfway. It’s an addiction, I thought as I stared at the dark trees rustling in the wind. I wasn’t sure why so much had changed since Edward had left me - the first and main thing being that he was back - but I still felt so similar to the broken girl from a few weeks ago. I would do anything not to be alone.'
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