I know, I know. It's been done a gazillion times. Whatever. I don't care. Some actual, fluff, because it's Christmas. Yayness!! It's a one-shot. I could write a twenty-page reunion, but I'm not going to. Nope. This is it. There will be no more, no matter how much I am asked. So HAH!

Merry Christmas. Lovemuchly!


P H O N E - C A L L
A Twilight FanFiction,
by Becky Scarlett-Cullen


The shrill ring of the phone made us both jump, but it did not break my focus. He took his hand from under my chin and reached over to grab the receiver, but still held my face securely with the hand against my cheek. His dark eyes did not free mine.

And then I came to my senses, slapping his hand away, and snatching the phone from him, scowling up at him.

"H-hello?" Wow, I hadn't realised how scratchy and sore my voice was. Or how quiet, for that matter. I coughed violently, away from the phone, and tried again. My voice was a little clearer, now.

"Sorry. Hello?"

There was just silence.

"Um… hello? Who's there?"

I frowned now, confused. "Listen, I have better things to do…"

A voice cut me off. A voice I never thought I'd hear again. A voice that even the hundred of miles of wire between us could not destroy the beauty of. The most wonderful of voices. The one I'd been waiting to hear for nigh-on six months.

But something was wrong. He sounded… he sounded broken.

"B…Bella?"

I couldn't speak.

"Bella? How are you… Alice saw… Rosalie said… you jumped off a cliff! How are you alive?!"

Damn, I should have known he'd find out about that.

"Edward, I can explain…"

But I was cut off again by Jacob, who I'd all but forgotten. His face had darkened since I mentioned the name, and he then snatched the phone back off of me, all but snarling into the handset.

"Listen here, Cullen. You stay the hell away from here. You have no idea how messed up Bells was after you left. For months, she would barely speak. She still looks half-dead, bloodsucker, and that's because of you. Your fault. She's only just started to get better."

There was silence for a moment, as he listened to Edward's response. I tried desperately to reach the phone again, but he was far too tall. I doubt he even noticed me, too consumed by rage.

"Don't bother coming back, leech. You'll only hurt her again."

"NO!"

My cry silenced Jake, and then I heard the buzz of Edward's urgent voice behind the speaker. I could just make out the words, before Jake slammed the phone down.

"I'm coming, Bella…"

Jacob Black slammed the door on his way out of my life, and I waited, my breathing erratic, for Edward to return…


I had to call. I had to check. I couldn't just go charging off the Volterra, though I was sorely tempted. I prayed to a God that I wasn't sure existed, for the first time since my transformation.

I dialed the number that I still knew by memory, praying, praying…

"H-hello?" My angel's voice was just a whisper, but it was her. The sense of relief I felt was almost crippling. She was alive… alive! But… but she sounded wrong. Broken, somehow…

She coughed, the sound coming over the line like a burst of static. She didn't exactly sound healthy…

"Sorry. Hello?"

I was so lost, revelling I the sound of her voice, that I ignored her question entirely. "Um… hello? Who's there?"

If I was human, I'd have been crying openly in this street in South America, this packed street.

When she spoke again, she sounded annoyed. Oh, Bella…

"Listen, I have better things to do…"

I hastened to speak again, to reply to the urgency in her words. I wanted to tell her how much I loved her…

"B…Bella?"

It was all I could manage.

She seemed to be having the same problem with speechlessness, so I filled the silence.

"Bella? How are you… Alice saw… Rosalie said… you jumped off a cliff! How are you alive?!"

Not that I minded… but it seemed impossible. Alice had seen her jump, and she hadn't seen her come up… how was it possible that Alice had not seen that?

"Edward, I can explain…"

The way her voice wrapped around my name, like a caress, still made my dead heart leap in my chest. I opened my mouth to reply, but then her voice disappeared, and a new one sounded. It was familiar… too familiar.

"Listen here, Cullen. You stay the hell away from here. You have no idea how messed up Bells was after you left. For months, she would barely speak. She still looks half-dead, bloodsucker, and that's because of you. Your fault. She's only just started to get better."

Every word broke me. He was right, it was my fault… I'd never forgive myself for what I'd done…

"It was for her own good, Black, you have to understand that," I knew that I was pleading with him, but it didn't matter.

"Please… please, just let me see her…"

"Don't bother coming back, leech. You'll only hurt her again."

But then I heard her, my angel's voice. It was a cry of desperation, and it left me with no choice.

"NO!"

I was going back to Forks.

"I'm coming, Bella…"

And then the line went dead. But that didn't matter; I was already half-way to the border.


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