30 Days of Night

Notes:

This story is based both on the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer and the movie Thirty Days of Night. It's set after Bella's 18th birthday, when Edward has left. Some things I will have to change from both stories in order to make things work. None of the characters belong to me, I am just borrowing them for my own amusement. This is my first attempt to write a Twilight fanfic, though I have written several Buffy fanfics, which I encourage you to check out if you happen to like the show. I hope you enjoy this! I plan for it to be a longer fic, so stick with me.

Prologue: The Beginning of the End:

And so here I was, dying in the place of someone I loved…again. Only this time, I'd had a choice in the matter and I'd made it. Agonizing over decisions had always been the most difficult part for me. But I'd made my choice now. I could relax and, for a few moments, I could indulge in a little mental montage of my life – short as it'd been. I was eighteen years old. I'd only ever been in love once, with a vampire of all people. A vampire who'd left me. Of course, I'd hoped my mental montage would be a little more positive than this, but all I could think about was Edward.

Edward staring at me blackly my first day of biology at Forks High School, as I knew now, desperately trying not to drain me dry in front of the entire class.

Edward pulling me out of the way of Tyler's van with that slightly terrified look in his eyes like all the sudden he knew his life was over.

Edward standing in the sunlight in the meadow with millions of tiny diamonds reflecting off of his skin. Beautiful.

Our first kiss. My reaction to our first kiss. I could still feel a wave of desire roll over me. Every kiss afterward, how badly I wanted him, how badly I wanted to be like him.

I tried not to remember the pain. After all, my last moments montage was supposed to be pleasant and all that. But remembering the good moments always made me think of the bad.

Edward telling me he didn't want me anymore and, just like that, they were gone. Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, Emmett, Esme, Carlisle. My entire family, just gone.

Every second – every excruciating second after – when all I felt was that someone was ripping me apart inch by inch until I had a hole in my chest that constantly oozed pain.

Dying in the place of someone I loved, well, that was the easy part. The hard part was what would come after. I looked up into their eyes – into her eyes – and I knew that I had to do this. It was the only way. They would kill all of us and no one would ever know what had happened here. It would be like Barrow, Alaska had just disappeared off of the map. Someone had to live, if only that the rest of us wouldn't be forgotten.

Charlie. The thought of my father made me hesitate. I didn't know what would happen after this, but I knew that I would probably never see him again. I hadn't even gotten a chance to say good-bye. I would never graduate high school. He would never walk me down the aisle at my wedding. I would never be a mother. And though all of those things made me incredibly sad, I knew that I was making the right decision. After all, I was the only one without anything left to lose.

So I plunged the needle into my arm and watched as the red liquid shot into my veins. And that's when the burning started.

Chapter One: The Wedding:

I was sitting at the breakfast table, absently spooning at my Cheerios with one hand while my other arm was draped across my midsection. Every time I breathed I felt like my insides were going to spill out all over the kitchen floor. It was agonizing. The vampire whom I never named, not even in my thoughts, had been gone for three months. I was getting worse instead of getting better. I knew it. Charlie knew it. Every morning he stared at me, his mustache twitching as he thought about what to say to me. But he never said anything. He couldn't. There weren't any words to comfort me and he knew it.

I seriously thought he was going to try to send me away. He had been working up to it last Wednesday. "Bells…," he'd said, looking at up me, his brown eyes shining with concern.

"Yeah, Dad?" I'd responded, my voice hollow and weak even to my ears. He'd shuddered a little when I spoke. It was like a zombie talking.

"I wanted to talk to you about something," he'd begun, but faltered. I guess he'd seen something hardening in my eyes. "Well, just…never mind."

Now here we were, a week later, and he was working himself up to something again. I knew because he hadn't eaten all of his eggs; he was just forking them around his plate. "Bells…," he started again.

"Yeah, Dad?" I asked, wondering if I was actually awake or just dreaming about having this conversation all over again.

"I wanted to talk to you about something," he said. This time, his eyes hardened with resolve. I took a deep breath, set down my spoon, and looked up at him.

"What?" I asked.

"Your cousin Eben is getting married next week," Charlie explained.

"Really?" I asked in surprise. This was not what I was expecting. Eben was five years older than me. He was Charlie's nephew. He had lived in Seattle with his mother and father until he turned eighteen when, rather abruptly, he had decided to move to a little town at the northernmost part of Alaska called Barrow.

"Yep," Charlie said. "He invited us to come."

"Oh," was all I could think to say. I looked down at my bowl. My Cheerios were drowning in milk, turning mushy and completely unappetizing.

"Thing is," Charlie continued, clearing his throat, "I've got two men out with the flu and I can't take the time off. But I don't want him to think that we don't care about him or aren't happy for him or whatever," he said. "Anyway, I was hoping you might considering going for the both of us."

"Dad," I started, but he cut me off.

"It's just, Bells, his parents aren't going. They're still not happy with him for moving all the way up there. They think he's lost it. And they've never met the girl. And her parents are dead. They don't have many friends and Eben's always been more like a son to me than a nephew. I wish I could go, but the timing just isn't right."

"When is the wedding?" I asked. A wedding was the last thing on earth I wanted to go to. I couldn't even imagine having to watch two people swear to love each other forever, knowing full well that such promises meant practically nothing. At least, in my experience. But I knew how my Dad felt about Eben and I knew that I would want someone from my family to be at my wedding. I hadn't seen Eben in years, but he had always treated me kindly, instead of teasing my relentlessly like he could have.

"Well, that's the thing," Charlie looked down at his eggs and started desperately moving them around his plate again. "You know where Eben lives right?"

"Barrow," I said.

"They're having the wedding there," Charlie explained.

"So?" I asked, not quite following him.

"Well, Barrow is the northernmost town in the United States. It's near the Arctic Ocean. So, you know, their ratio of day to night is a little different." Charlie waited for me to say something, but I still didn't quite know what he was talking about. Charlie sighed. "The wedding is January first. They have this tradition up there," he shook his head, "January starts the thirty days of night and, for some reason, everyone up there thinks it's wildly romantic to get married on the brink of the thirty days."

"Back up a bit," I said, holding up my hand. "Thirty days of night?" I asked.

"Like I said, different day to night ratio. It's so far north that from January first to January thirtieth the sun never rises."

"Twilight," I muttered.

"Yep," Charlie said.

This was such a bad idea. "Charlie," I began, but he cut me off again.

"Look, Bells," he said sternly, "you're miserable here in Forks. I can see it. Hell, everyone can see it. Now, Edward isn't coming back." I cringed when he said his name. That hole in my chest started throbbing again and I grabbed my midsection under the table so Charlie wouldn't see. If Jasper'd had a chance to feel even a modicum of the pain I was in he never would have let my former vampire boyfriend leave. "And I'm sorry that hurts you so badly, I really am. But there's nothing that either of us can do about it. I thought about making you go back to your Mom's." I opened my mouth to protest, but he held his hand up to silence me. "But I knew that wouldn't go over well. So this is the next best thing. I think you need to get out of Forks for a little while, Bells. Not forever, just long enough that maybe you can start to feel better about everything."

"So, what, I fly up there, stay around for a couple of days for the wedding and then come home?" I asked.

Charlie chuckled nervously. "Well, not exactly."

"What do you mean?" I asked, narrowing my eyes impatiently.

"You can fly in alright," Charlie said. "But once the thirty days begins, well, they don't let anyone fly out. And you can't really drive out either. It's too dangerous."

I started at Charlie for a few seconds, processing what he was saying. "So let me get this straight," I said. "You want me to fly to Barrow, Alaska to go to the wedding of my cousin, whom I've only really interacted with on four occasions that I can remember, in the middle of January, right when this thirty days of night crap starts, where I will be stuck for said thirty days, not only missing school, but also being stuck in a town that's probably so much more boring and horribly cold than this one."

"Yep," Charlie said, taking a bite of eggs. He was rather pleased with himself. For some reason he thought I was going to say yes.

"What about school?" I asked.

"I've already told your principal what's going on. He said as long as you're willing to work extra hard when you get back to make up the work you've missed he's fine with it. You're one of the school's best students, Bells, you won't fall behind."

"It snows in Alaska, right?" I asked. "Like blizzards and ice."

"Eben'll take care of you," Charlie said.

"Eben will have just gotten married. He's not gonna want to take care of me. He'll have other things on his mind," I pointed out, but Charlie just smiled at me.

"Honey," he said, "he's thrilled that you're even considering coming up there. You're practically the only person coming. He and Stella can't leave either to go on a honeymoon, so they're going to wait until the thirty days are up and go after. Plus, they've got a guest room."

"You told him?" I asked, my voice raising a few octaves.

"Yep," Charlie said again.

"Dad!" I whined. But I stopped, pulling myself together. "Absolutely not."

"Bells," Charlie said.

"No," I repeated.

"I'll make you a deal," Charlie said. I eyed him suspiciously.

"What kind of deal?" I asked.

"If you go up there," he said, "I promise I'll never say another word to you or your mother about how depressive you've been. You can mope around the house all you want and I'll just tell Renee that everything's fine. And she'll believe me because I've never lied to her about you before."

I sighed. Renee had been calling a ridiculous amount of times lately trying to get me to talk to her about everything that had happened with he who shall not be named. I looked at Charlie and nodded. "Okay," I said. "But when I get back, no more threatening to make me leave Forks, no more trying to get me to go out with friends, no more encouraging me to give Mike Newton a chance. I mean, Mike Newton, really? What were you thinking?" I asked, shaking my head.

"Deal." Charlie smiled. I knew what he wanted. If he could get me out of Forks for a while, maybe I would come back the way I was before the Cullens left. Maybe I would forget some of the pain. I hoped that he could handle disappointment.

"So when do I leave?" I asked.

He pulled a plane ticket out of his shirt pocket. "Tomorrow morning."

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Better pack some winter clothes," he said as I put my bowl in the sink. "It gets pretty cold up there."

I sighed. Tomorrow I would be leaving for what was starting to sound like a town even worse than Forks. Snow. I shuddered. Ice. I shuddered. Thirty days of night. "No, nothing could go wrong there," I muttered as I climbed the stairs. Looking back on it now, I really had no idea.