Chapter 1: Welcome
I stood frozen to the spot, my eyes widened in shock and, within moments, pain. I was standing on a cliff about fifteen feet up, staring at my previous family. I felt a sharp pain as my eyes wandered over each shocked face. Esmé, Carlisle, Emmett, Jasper, Rosalie, Alice…Edward.
I hadn't seen them in almost a hundred years. I had learned to deal with the pain, to shove it aside when something would randomly remind me of them. I stared at the faces of the people I loved more than life as they stared back at mine.
"Bella!" squealed Alice, her tiny form darting towards me, her tiny arms raised for a hug as she scaled the cliff. I was too shocked to react, but I let her hug me. It felt nice to have her arms around me once more.
"Alice," was all I could force out, hugging her back. I had missed her ecstatic personality so much it was a physical pain. For I minute I was happy, overjoyed to have my family back. Then I remembered that they had left.
I stiffened in Alice's arms, throwing my physical and mental shield around my body, blocking any abilities focused on me. Pain. The hole in my chest seared, growing larger to encompass half my heart. I wiped any emotion from my face, but couldn't force all of it out of my eyes.
Alice felt my body freeze and pulled back immediately to look at my face. For a minute I was sure that she saw my panicked expression, but I hid behind the mask that I would always use when I was in too much pain.
Confusion crossed her face as her eyes unfocused slightly, an expression mirrored by her husband. They couldn't use their powers on me. Alice couldn't see my future and Jasper couldn't mess with my emotions.
I straitened myself a bit and wordlessly motioned with my head for them to follow. I kept myself emotionless, blank as I led them through the woods and back towards my house.
I led them through the back door to the first floor. I had taken to buying large houses since I always seemed to have more than one extra person living with me.
We walked into the kitchen, interrupting Paul, who was rooting through my fridge.
"Paul!" I snapped, pretending to be mad, but the effect was slightly ruined by my smirk. I marched up to him as he looked up in alarm, plucking the bag of potato chips out his arms. I quickly covered him with my mental shield. "These belong to Jake. NOT you."
Paul grinned, not noticing the Cullens yet, and ruffled my hair playfully. "Ahh, he don't mind." I scowled at him, then sighed, placing the bag back on top of the fridge.
"You could at least be polite. We have company." I motioned with my thumb to where the Cullens were standing, watching the exchange with a couple mouths open. I smiled, then turned back to Paul, who, looked absolutely livid. He was shaking violently, barely holding himself together. "Calm, Paul." I said without moving my voice from it's normal volume.
Before he could argue, I cut him off as he opened his mouth to speak his mind. "When does Jake get back?" He stared at me for a second, then swallowed and said "Any minute now" while he started to shake more violently.
"Okay. You should leave." He nodded enthusiastically, turning to jump out a nearby window before bursting into his wolf form in midair. I growled, leaning out the window and yelling at his retreating form. "That's the last pair of jeans I loan to a werewolf!"
I groaned, forgetting for a minute that I had an audience. "He really needs to learn to keep his temper to a minimum…" I muttered, getting lost in my shopping list.
I snapped back to reality when Emmett started laughing. I looked around in confusion, raising an eyebrow as he doubled over. I smiled a bit and walked over to the sink – which was filled with dishes – and grabbing one to wash, trying to distract myself. "You. Live. With. A. Werewolf." He managed to choke out between guffaws.
I sighed, pretending to not care, and informed him of the situation. "No, Paul does not live with me. He frequently stayed over. I only have one permanent resident werewolf."
I turned from the plate, giving in and deciding to devote my attention to something else. I brushed past them, heading for the living room, picking up different articles of clothes the Pack had left around. I kept a special wardrobe just for their visits.
They followed me, watching as I threw them neatly into a basket in different corners of each room. I motioned for them to take a seat on the couch, heading for the arms chair facing them. They obeyed, still looking slightly stunned. Carlisle was the first to speak.
"What happened, Bella?" He tried to catch my eye, but I refused to look at him. I was saved by a loud bang as the front door closed.
I very hyper teen came running in faster than humanly acceptable, not noticing the Cullens, her eyes zeroing in on me. "Mom!" She cried, running over to jump up and down in front of me excitedly. "Jake says we can go to the amusement park again, can we?"
Jake came strolling in with a big grin on his face, which immediately faded as he spotted the Cullens. I watched as Renesmee realized that the room had gone quiet. She turned to look at the Cullens, surprised. "Oh, sorry. Who are you?"
I watched as Bella walked towards a large house. She didn't say a word, but led us through the back door to the first floor. We walked through a small hallway and into a brightly lit kitchen.
There was already someone there, shuffling around in the refrigerator, looking for soda. Bella walked right up to him, like this was a regular occurrence.
"Paul!" She snapped at him, her voice playfully hostile. She marched up to him as he looked up in alarm, plucking the bag of potato chips out his arms. "These belong to Jake. NOT you." His thoughts disappeared.
He grinned at her sheepishly, not noticing us, and ruffled her hair playfully. I almost attacked him right then and there, but I was held back by Alice, who was feeling very, very nervous. All out futures had disappeared.
"Ahh, he don't mind." He said, rubbing the back of his head and smiling at Bella. She sighed, replacing the bag back on top of the fridge.
"You could at least be polite. We have company." She motioned with her thumb to where we were standing. It was then that I realized that a couple of ourmouthes were wide open in shock. I quickly closed mine. She smiled breifly, turning back to the man, who was looking at us with hatred in his eyes. He was shaking violently, like he was about to explode. I caught his scent, feeling my nose catch fire as I did. Werewolf. "Calm, Paul." She said without wavering, obviously used to it. She knew. She knew he was a werewolf and she let him near her?
He opened his mouth to say something, but Bella cut him off. "When does Jake get back?"
She obviously was expecting someone to come. Someone named Jake.
He stared at her for a second, then swallowed and said "Any minute now" while he started to shake more violently.
"Okay. You should leave." She said, nodding toward the window. He nodded enthusiastically, turning to jump out before bursting into his wolf form in midair. She growled, obviously upset by something, leaning out the window and yelling at his retreating form. "That's the last pair of jeans I loan to a werewolf!"
I gaped again. She wasn't concerned about him ripping her head off, but ripping her laundry? She was incredible.
She groaned, muttering "He really needs to learn to keep his temper to a minimum…" as she stared at a wall.
We all jumped a little when Emmett started laughing. We looked at him as if he had completely lost his mind.
Bella smiled a little, the expression gone as fast as it appeared, and walked over to a sink filled with dishes and grabbing one, immediately digging a little bit too zealously, betraying her nervousness at having us here "You. Live. With. A. Werewolf." Emmett managed to choke out between guffaws. Dude, she's got guts.
She sighed, pretending to not care, and said calmly. "No, Paul does not live with me. He frequently stays over. I only have one permanent resident werewolf."
Suddenly I was incredibly jealous of him and wondering why Bella would put herself in so much danger.
She turned from the plate, deciding to grace us with a cautious glance. Then she walked past us, heading for a larger room where we could all fit more comfortably. Automatically, she started picking up different articles of clothes from different pieces of furniture, throwing them into random baskets that were already half full.
She motioned for us to take a seat on the couch, heading for the arms chair opposite. We obeyed, all still a little confused. Carlisle broke the silence that followed.
"What happened, Bella?" He tried unsuccessfully to catch her eye. Before she could answer, a loud bang resounded through the house and two heartbeats became loud as their owners appeared through a hallway.
I very hyper teen came running in faster than humanly acceptable, not taking any notice of us, but immediately running to Bella. "Mom!" She cried, running over to jump up and down in front of her excitedly. "Jake says we can go to the amusement park again, can we?"
Another man, looking to be in his twenties, came strolling in with a big grin on his face, which immediately faded as he spotted us. Jacob Black. I recognized him as quickly as he recognized us.
Oh, no. Was his only thought, his memories taking over from there.
Bella, her eyes dead as Sam carried her out of the forest by her house. She looked broken and fail, wet like she had spent an entire night outside. Jacob's memory immediately placed this as the day after we left.
Bella was waving at him as she sat on the beach, surrounded in a blanket. She stood to greet him, and what I had taken to be a blanket was revealed completely. Her stomach was swollen like a balloon. She was pregnant.
My eyes turned to the hyper teen the was bouncing in front of Bella, shocked. Bella didn't answer, but waited for the girl to realize our presence. She turned immediately, showing her face.
I gasped. She looked exactly like me, her face undeniably beautiful, but a couple shades darker. She had a lovely tan, making her skin glow healthily and matching her curly honey and brown hair, which reached half way down her back, like Bella's. She had her mother's shape, a perfect copy. But most importantly, she had her eyes. Twin pools of molten chocolate surveyed us with open curiosity. She spoke, her voice weaving to form a perfect soprano. "Oh, sorry. Who are you?"