(A/N: okay, here is Chapter Nine. I know I said that the dream would be weird or funny, but I decided that I would rather have the dream be foreshadowing. Please review. I'm almost at 100! And plus, how much could it hurt to take 20 seconds to review a story to let the author know if you thought it was good or bad? PLEASE REVIEW. I just made a fresh batch of imaginary cookies…)

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Chapter 9

"An Oddly Familiar Plot"


There I was, in our meadow. The gentle breeze sent shivers down my spine and ruffled the over grown grass. The swaying grass lightly tickled my skin. I looked towards the sky, at the astoundingly cloudless sky; at the bright shining sun. The warmth seeping through my clothes making me feel at home.

I turned, so I could look at the only thing that could make me enjoy this moment more. I expectantly shifted my eyes to where Edward would be – this was our meadow after all, I wouldn't come here without him.

But as I began to turn my body I took in my surroundings. The meadow was bright with the sunlight, but nothing more. There was no extra shimmer indicating that my glimmering loved one was by my side. As I completed my shift in positions my observations proved right – Edward wasn't there. What was worse was someone else was laying there beside me. He wore a wide smile, and to make matters worse, I smiled back – lovingly. I was here in our sacred place, with someone else – that I loved.

end dream

I awoke with a start instead of with tired grogginess. I heard someone chuckle beside me, but my mind was too befuddled to figure it out. I turned – just like I had in the meadow – and found Jacob was lying beside me, chuckling lightly in a beautiful manner.

"Wah sue fuh-ni?"(what's so funny?) I asked, not realizing how distorted and jumbled my words were.

He let out a little bit of laughter, but it was slightly hushed – he probably thinks that Charlie is still home. He brought up one of his long fingers and pressed it to my nose. "You." He said simply.

I rolled over and buried my face in my pillow so he couldn't see how much he was blushing.

He rolled over too, so he was by my side lying on his stomach. He placed one of his warm arms over my back and I let out a relaxed breath. I felt him cuddle close to me and kiss the back of my head.

We laid there for a while, breathing in sync. It was odd, having someone else lay next to me in my bed. Someone who was warm, and actually needed to breath. Someone with a heartbeat. I'm not sure if I would enjoy these differences or if I would miss the characteristics of my angel.

I drifted in an out of sleep for what may have been hours or minutes, Jacob's heat like a sleep-inducing drug. At some point, I felt Jacob's body sit up and get off the bed.

"What's wrong? Where are you going?"

"It's the pack. They say that Victoria" he sneered the word "she killed someone. I need to go."

"Okay." I said softly, trying to hide the fear from leaking into my response. Jacob walked over to me and sat at the edge of the bed, and held my hands in his.

"You'll be safe. I promise. If we have any reason to believe that she is coming here we'll be here as fast as we can." I nodded slowly and he bent down to lightly press his lips to my forehead. "When I come back we can talk to Charlie." I nodded again, knowing that he meant we needed to discuss my… living arrangements.

Jacob made his way over to my window and I chuckled. "What?" He said, turning around.

"You can use the door, silly." I said with a mocking smile. I rolled my eyes jokingly.

"Oh, right." He said, embarrassed. I could almost see the redness coming to his skin, but the russet tone of his skin hid most of it. I was jealous.

I followed Jacob out of my room, down the stairs and to the door.

"I'll be back as soon as I can." Jacob said, with a promising tone ringing in his voice.

"Okay, be safe." I masked my fear. The last thing Jacob needed to do right now was worry about me.

He smiled down at me, and I forced a smile back. "I will." And he turned and left, running towards the woods.

I closed the door and headed into the kitchen, making a simple bowl of cereal that I carried into the living room. I grabbed the remote controller, and found nothing of my interest was on. I settled for an old cartoon. Childish, but calming in a humorous manner.

I finished my cereal and washed the dish, and decided to continue watching the television. I plopped down on the couch, spreading a throw-blanket over my body. I pulled one of the small square pillows under my head and fell to sleep yet again.

My dreams were frightening. Victoria's face flashed violently in my mind while Edward's faded away. It got me thinking. If the sadistic vampire didn't kill me, then the loss of my angel would.

I woke up not long after Jacob returned. He looked frustrated.

"What's wrong?" He was sitting in the chair in an exhausted manner. He closed his eyes tight like he had a headache.

"Jake?" I asked, concerned.

"More," was all he said. I took a second to try and understand what he meant, but found that that one word alone didn't make sense.

"What?" I asked, letting confusion take over my features. He opened his beautiful hazel-brown eyes and looked at me fiercely.

"More. There's more." My puzzled features changed to horrified so fast I thought my face would fall off. Understanding dawned on me. More. There were more vampires helping Victoria.

As if on cue, Charlie walked through the door. With this new information I was more than eager to stay with Jacob. Charlie wasn't the most attentive person in the world, and without him here Victoria and her new recruits had easy access to me. I was still worried that without me here, Victoria might take it upon herself to take her retribution on my father. But Jacob promised to keep both Charlie and me safe, and right now, he was the only person I could trust.

"Hey Bells." Charlie muttered, taking off his jacket and boots.

"Hey dad." I called, then remembered Jacob was sitting here with me. "Jake's over."

"I can see that." I turned and saw that my dad was standing at the entrance of the living room. I figured the sooner the better.

"Dad, we need to talk about something." I said, looking over at Jacob who looked as nervous as I felt.


It appears Charlie has less trust in me than I've been lead to believe. I didn't think it would be easy to convince him to allow me to stay with Jacob, but the last time Charlie had been so against any of my decisions was when I told him that I was staying with him.

Charlie didn't plan on letting me move out anytime soon, especially not with a sixteen year old teenage boy who had taken a liking towards me. And when I looked at it from those terms, I could see where Charlie was coming from. But Jacob and I weren't together, and we made that a point. Just when I thought he was going to give in, he asked the worst possible thing.

"What about Edward? Won't he mind?"

I'm not sure what happened first – my heart sinking, or stopping altogether. Maybe it didn't sink or stop, maybe it was torn out and ripped to shreds. Either way, I felt that my heart was no longer in place and stopped beating. I pulled in a jagged breath that I hoped Charlie wouldn't notice, regaining some composure and helping my heart back to health.

No one knew that the Cullen's had left yet. They were discrete about leaving, and no one saw them around much in the first place, so I was one of the few that new of their departure from Forks. What should I tell Charlie? That they left again? Should I tell him that I broke up with Edward? Whatever I decided upon, Charlie's parental senses would kick in, and he would be anticipating my zombie-state. Would that convince him to let me go stay with Jacob? He knew how much Jacob helped me when Edward left the first time. Maybe if I told him Edward left again, he would allow me to stay with Jacob. Plus, it would be easier than lying to him.

"Edward's gone." I said, trying to hide the pain that was on the verge of shattering me into tiny pieces of pain. The sound of his name coming from me set the ruins of my soul on fire.

I saw the worry that flashed through Charlie's eyes. Then anger, and it was more than obvious that it was directed towards Edward. If only Charlie knew that this was all my fault, and that Edward didn't deserve any blame.

"Where is he?" he asked, his tone reassuring my assumption that he was planning on hunting him down.

"I don't know." My voice came as a whisper of hurt and uncertainty. I realized now that if I had one wish, it wouldn't be to have Edward back, it would be that I knew where he was – so that I could find him, and beg him to forgive me. I didn't want just to have him back, I wanted to win him back. I wanted to show him how sorry I was and prove that I loved him. I would travel around the world to find him and do anything it took to be with him again.

"Well," the word lingered as Charlie thought through something. "I'm not sure about this whole staying with Jacob thing, but maybe Renee-"

"Dad, no. I don't want to leave Forks, I like it here."

"I know honey, but it might be best if you-" I cut him off again.

"I think I know what's best for me." That was a lie. "And it's staying here in Forks. With Jacob." I spoke in an assertive tone, my face showed that I wasn't planning on giving in.

Charlie sighed, and eyed both Jacob and me, the suspicion clear in his eyes. But there was a glimmer of defeat, and I knew that with a little more of my persistence he would give in.

"Dad, I'm eighteen. You need to let me grow up. And it's not like I'm moving far away. Just down to La Push, it's only a short drive away if you ever need me. Plus, with all the murders in Forks, I don't feel safe being home alone all the time. At Jake's there would always be Billy or Jacob. I really think that this is something I need to do." I said my words with love and reassurance, and he looked thoughtful for a moment.

"I guess you're right. I can't protect you forever. And I get nervous too, leaving you here all alone." He refused to make eye contact. "Billy okay with this?" he asked Jacob, but not really looking at him at all.

"Yeah, he said he would enjoy having Bella stay with us." He said, smiling slightly, trying to comfort Charlie about the situation.

"Where's she going to stay?"

"I'm staying in his sister's room. All of her stuff is still in there but her bureau's are empty so I can just put my clothes in there." I answered, and he looked at me, but still wouldn't meet my eyes.

He sighed, his head shaking slightly in disbelief that he was losing his little girl. "When are you going?"

I got up from my seat and walked over to him, hugging him while I spoke. "Dad, I'm not going anywhere. I'm just moving a little farther away. You can visit whenever you want, and I'll come and cook you dinner a couple of times a week. Can't have you eating the way you used again." I gave him one more squeeze with my arms. "I'll move in there in two days, so I have time to pack." I gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Alright Bells, if this is what you want."

"It is. But I still love you dad."

"Love you too Bella." Charlie's stomach growled lowly, and I chuckled.

"Why don't you order some pizza dad?" He nodded his head and walked to the phone. I started walking towards the stairs and Jacob got up and followed me. I walked into my room, opening the door for Jacob and closing it once he was inside.

He walked past my bed, and I thought he might be trying to leave through the window again. But he turned before he reached the window and sat down in the rocking chair in the corner.

My breath caught as I thought back to all the times Edward had sat in that chair – usually with me on his lap. A single tear rolled down my face as I thought to all the memories that we had together. All of them now meaningless, because I was stupid and now he is gone.

I realized that I had lied to myself about why I was actually moving in with Jacob. Sure, moving in with him would be a lot safer than staying here by myself, but as I saw Jacob sitting in the rocking chair – his rocking chair – I knew that safety wasn't my only inspiration to move in with Jacob.

The memories that rested in this house were unbearable. I would never be able to look at that chair the same way. Whenever I would go to open the window I would think about how Edward used to sneak in. And trying to sleep would be intolerable and excruciating in every possible way. I don't know how I would fall asleep in that bed without him by my side, watching me sleep. And my every nightmare would be intensified in his absence. There was no way I could stay here, not when my every action reminded me of him.

But that wasn't all. I had practically lived with Jacob and Billy the last time Edward had left. I knew that deep down, somewhere where my last hopes were clinging to Edward, I believed that this was some stupid dream, that was dancing along the story line of the last time Edward and I had parted. Edward leaves – check. I spend all my time with Jacob – a working progress. But as soon as that 'working progress' became a check, the next part of the plot of this reenactment would be: Edward and I are back together. So I was going to follow this oddly familiar plot, and hope that this terrible nightmare would end with Edward and I together.

if you didn't understand that whole "check" and "working progress" thing, think back to when Edward left the first time. She's making a list of all of the major events of the first time he left, and making a check list of them. The first thing that happened was that Edward left – check. The next thing Bella did (skipping the whole zombie-state thing) was spend all of her time with Jacob – working progress (that's why she's moving in). She believes that if she plays this out exactly how it was the first time, than Edward has to come back, because that's how it worked out last time.


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