A/N: My friend Beckie told me that if I didn't update, she would judo chop me! So here's an update, no way would I leave you hanging again because that would be just cruel. This chapter was very cool to write. It has a lot of POV changes but hopefully it isn't annoying. There will be about three or four chapters left to this story and then it will finally be finished!
Oh and just to let you know, I've written an AU oneshot with Edward and Bella, so please check it out!
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"Bella! Oh my god, Bella!" Alice screamed as she knelt down by Isabella's limp body lying on the floor. She was bleeding heavily from the head. I could only fear the worst as I grabbed the banister for balance. I burst out into hysterics as I knelt down and grabbed a fist full of my hair. She can't be dead, she just can't be. There would be no reason to exist anymore. All this would have been for nothing.
Alice looked up in my direction suspiciously.
"What the hell did you do? Did you push her?" She screamed with tear filled eyes.
People were spilling out of the ballroom and stood in shock at the scene before them.
I couldn't speak. I tried but choked on my words. I wanted to deny it, but I knew I was to blame. Isabella fell because of me, because I had scared her and now she could be dead because of everything I put her through.
Alice held Isabella's head and placed it on her lap. She bent over to see if she could hear a breath come from her. It was the longest five seconds of my existence. Everyone was in silence as they waited for her reaction. I felt true relief when Alice shouted "Thank god,"
Isabella wasn't dead. I didn't know what I would have done if she had died, I couldn't go through with losing someone for the second time. I would have gone completely mad.
Alice and a boy dressed as a werewolf lifted Isabella and placed her on one of the couches next to the ballroom's entrance. Alice took off one of her black gloves and tended to Isabella's open wound.
I couldn't stop shaking, my body couldn't move, I was just too distraught and seeing my beloved Isabella lying unconscious would have killed me if I wasn't already dead.
"He pushed Bella, let's get him," The werewolf said as he pointed at me. He and the rest of the kids slowly started walking towards the stairs.
I should have let them do whatever they wanted to me, but Isabella was still alive so I wasn't ready to give up just yet.
As I braced myself for the fight, I looked up towards the main entrance of the house. Rosalie was stood in the far corner... smirking. The look on her face made my blood boil and I grew more and more suspicious. Isabella was with her before I found her locked away in my room.
As the crowd of angry people approached me on the stairs, adrenaline pulsed through me. I barged past them before any of them could lay a finger on me. As I got to the middle step, a kid grabbed my arm but I flipped him over the banister before he could do anything else.
As I got to the bottom step, Alice looked at me weary.
"You're not going anywhere near her, you've done enough!" She said as she guarded Bella like a dog.
I ignored her and changed my glance towards Rosalie, who quickly made a run for it outside the main doors. I felt someone try to grab me again but I quickly reacted and sent them to the floor with a hard punch. Then I ran after Rosalie.
As I stood on the porch outside, I saw her sprinting in the cemetery. I wasn't going to let her get away. I was thankful Jacob had a rather fit physique because I quickly caught up to her.
I swooped in and picked her up in a fireman's carry, she screamed down my ear but I ignored her as I threw her to the ground. Instantly I was aware of where we were, we were at my grave, a place I have never been to. It hurt to see the cruel words people had written on my headstone in the past. But that wasn't what I was most effected by. Why was my grave empty?
I looked down at Rosalie and she quickly got up dusting off her dress.
"What the hell is your problem? What do you want from me?" She screamed as she took two steps away from the giant hole that was beside her.
"I have my suspicions about you. Why did you lock Isabella in my room?" After I said it I realised my mistake.
"I don't know what you're talking about. And what do you mean your room?" She said eyeing me up and down.
"I..." I struggled with an explanation.
"Ah, who am I kidding? I already know your dirty little secret Jacob. Or should I say Edward?" She said my name with a flick of her brow. Had Rosalie seen me in the mirror too?
"How... how do you know?" I asked nervously.
That smug smile was back on her face and she looked at me as if I was stupid. The anger in me quickly came back.
"Because I saw you do it, go into Jacob's body. While I lay on the floor after you attacked me, I struggled to stay conscious and before I blacked out completely, I watched as your ghostly frame descended into Jacob." She said all the while with that sickening smile.
I ran my hand through my hair, but it felt different somehow, it didn't feel like Jacob's.
"Well, I'm not going to deny it, everything you saw is the truth. But you know what Rose? I couldn't care less whether you know or not. All I care about is Isabella. And for your information, it wasn't me who attacked you. There is another ghost around who is far more dangerous than I am." I was now right in her face but she hadn't flinched, she stayed still wearing the same expression.
"You care about Bella? Is that why you've been lying to her for the past month? Is that why you just pushed her down the stairs?"
"I didn't push her!" I screamed as I grabbed Rosalie by the shoulders and violently shook her. I expected her to look a little scared, but that catty smile never went away. "I'm going to ask you one more time, why did you lock Isabella in my room?"
She didn't say anything for awhile, she just released my grip on her and walked behind me. I stood with my back to her. I heard her breathe in deeply
"Because she ruined everything," I heard her say in anger.
"Are you jealous of her Rose? Is that it? Jealousy looks ugly on people." I said as I stared at my headstone.
"Jealous? Of dorky, needy, Bella? Ha, you must me dreaming." She said with a sadistic laugh. "No, I'm not jealous, I pity her. She ruined my life by coming here and I will get my revenge."
Her voice was becoming unsteady and I wondered what Bella could have done to make this girl sound so angry. Did she blame her for her attack? Was she jealous of Bella and Jacob? But if she knew the truth, how could she be jealous of that? One thing I was sure of was that Rosalie wasn't going to lay a finger on her.
"You won't touch her. If you do, I'd watch your back." I said through my teeth.
I heard her let out another sadistic laugh.
"No Edward, I'd watch yours."
Before I could react, I felt something solid smack the back of my head and I fell into the grave. That was the last thing I could remember.
I could hear voices, worried voices. I was completely lost, I had no idea where I was or what just happened. The only thing I was aware of was pain. I was aching everywhere, especially my head.
"Bella, Bella?" Someone was calling my name, the voice was very familiar.
I struggled to open my eyes. I was scared of what I might see. Then I remembered something, Angela's vision. She saw Edward push me down the stairs. I was supposed to be dead, was I dead?
"Bella can you hear me? Please wake up!" The voice was getting louder.
My eyes blinked a couple of times before they stayed open. It was quite dark with only a few candles and flashing lights brightening the hallway. Angela's vision had come true, I fell down the stairs. But a few things were different, Edward hadn't pushed me and I didn't die.
"I'm not dead..." I whispered aloud.
"No you're not, but you could have been, thanks to that asshole Jacob!" Alice said blinking back tears. "Thank god, you're ok!" She pulled me up to hug me, but I groaned as the harsh grip hurt my sore ribs. "Oh god I'm sorry!" She said as she gently loosened her hold.
I let her hold me for awhile, I was still traumatized by the fall, but that wasn't what made my stomach churn.
Edward was possessing Jacob.
I quickly jerked away from Alice and stood up so quick that I was seeing spots. I nearly fell right on top of Alice who was still sat on the couch. She got up and steadied me.
"I think you should lay down for awhile Bella, you hurt your head pretty bad." She said as she tried to lower me back down to sit.
"Where is he Alice? Where's Ed-um, Jacob?" I said as I stood at the bottom of the stairs looking to see if I could see him.
"What was going on with you two? Why were you arguing?" Alice asked as she followed me as I searched the hallway and bumped into people who looked at me weary.
I stopped and stared at her, bracing myself. I had to tell her the truth whether she'd believe it or not.
"Alice, remember that story you told me? About the boy who lost his wife, who killed his parents and hung himself by hanging from that chandelier?" I asked her as I pointed to it and stood just outside the ballroom. "Remember when I didn't believe you when you said that he's still here, that he's a ghost? Well it's true. He is a ghost, a very dangerous one. And he's possessing Jacob!"
I said it all without taking a breath, and judging from Alice's reaction, I could tell she didn't believe me.
"Bella, you've had a bad fall. Let's just go back over here and rest." She said as she tried to guide me back to the couch.
"No Alice, it's all true. Rosalie believes it too. Haven't you wondered what really happened to her that night? What happened to me when I was dared to come in here?" I said as I took my arm away from her. "We were arguing because I found out who Jacob really was, he's Edward. He's been Edward this whole time!" I was becoming hysterical and then the tears came.
Alice looked shocked, I didn't know whether it was because of what I was saying or how I was acting, or because she finally believed it.
"Why... why didn't you tell me?" She said breathlessly.
"Because it's crazy!" I laughed to myself, "But you need to tell me where he is, before he does anything more dangerous." I said as I tried to calm myself down.
"Last I seen of him, he was running after Rosalie. Oh god, what if he's hurt her too?"
I felt sick at the thought. If he did hurt her, I didn't know what I'd do. But there was no time to feel weak, I had to stay strong and if I had to fight him then that's what I'd do. I was going to get him out of Jacob's body.
Just as I went turn for the main doors, I saw Rosalie come into the house, covered in dirt, and walk casually into the ballroom. Both Alice and I looked at each other confused and followed her in. She walked over to the drinks table and grabbed a bottle of vodka. She started dancing whilst pouring the drink in her mouth.
We walked up to her and tried to get her to one side.
"Rose, where is he?" I shouted over the blaring music.
"Do you mind? I'm trying to dance here." She said as she turned her back on me.
Frustrated, I held her shoulder and turned her round to face me.
"Why are you being so difficult? Just answer the question." I said getting angrier.
"Fuck you," I was appalled as she pushed me away from her.
Without caring who watched, I grabbed hold of her and slammed her into the wall.
"I get that you're mad at me, but if you don't tell me where he is he could do something even more terrible. So where's Edward, Rose?" She ignored me and looked away, I shook her violently, "Where's Edward?" I screamed.
She still didn't answer; I decided to give up on her. But as I went to walk away, I followed her gaze. I looked into the mirror and yet again I was consumed by another terrifying shock.
In my reflection I was stood in front of a girl with red hair, wearing a black evening dress. She looked just as Edward had described her. I looked back at her in disgust.
I couldn't tell if my eyes were open, because all I could see was darkness. As I went to sit up, my head banged against something hard above me. I slowly raised my arms and felt... wood. I kicked out but found myself kicking a wooden wall. I felt all around me, my sides, above me, in front of me. I began to panic, and banged the wood above to try to lift it or move it. I could feel something like dirt fall on top of me as I did, but the wood wouldn't budge anymore.
The realisation hit me hard. I was inside a coffin and I had been buried alive.
Rosalie had done this to me, after she wacked me on the back of the head with a shovel. I wanted to kill her, but that would just make me a monster even more.
Tears spilled from my eyes as I shouted for help. But I knew no one was going to hear me. They were all in the house, partying without a care in the world. And Isabella was unconscious and probably never wanted to see me again. Even if she knew where I was, I didn't expect her to help me.
Then a thought came to me, I knew the only thing I could do to save myself was something that I never wanted to do. But it was my only hope. I had to leave Jacob's body.
But as I tried to push myself out, I found myself hitting an invisible wall. I couldn't do it, something inside was blocking me getting out. I was completely confused, why was I stuck?
Because I didn't have a body anymore.
Rosalie must have had this all planned. She must have dug up my grave and burnt my body, so that she could lure me, bury me alive and leave me to rot.
I screamed in anger, fear and frustration as I kicked and pushed against the wooden coffin. The fact that I was so close, that I could never see Isabella again and that I was trapped in such a small space fell down on me all at once.
This couldn't be the end.
"Leave her body now!" I screamed in panic.
Victoria, possessing Rosalie's body, looked at me with an evil smirk.
"No, I quite like it; she has a voluptuous body for a teen." She said as she moved her hands to her breasts. She was knocking me sick.
I went to grab her again but she punched me in the face and I went flying to the ground.
"Rose!" Alice shouted as she stood in shock.
"She's not Rose, she's Victoria!" I said as I struggled to get up.
"Who?" She asked confused.
Quicker than a cat, Victoria emerged from the wall and tried to make a run for it.
"Alice, grab her!" I said as I finally stood up.
To my surprise, Alice wonderfully rugby tackled her to the ground. For someone as tiny and dainty as Alice, she sure was impressive. I ran over to them and grabbed Victoria's right arm and Alice grabbed the other.
"Let's take her upstairs," I said.
People were looking at us suspiciously and I heard someone say, "What the fuck is going on with those three tonight?" If only they knew.
Victoria struggled to break free from our grip. My other hand grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. "This is for Annabel," I whispered menacingly and then I head butted her. Her head lolled back.
We dragged her up the stairs and threw her in Edward's room. I picked her up and placed her on a chair beside the large window. I pulled a rope off one of the curtains and tied her to it.
"I'm going to ask you again, you evil bitch, where is Edward?" I asked right in her face.
Then she spat at me, so I gripped her by the face harshly.
"You were jealous of her weren't you? Jealous because she had Edward and you didn't. You made Edward believe that his own father killed her, everything that happened is your fault."
"Spare me the third degree you little pest. You never belonged with him, Annabel." She said bitterly.
"I'm not Annabel, I'm her descendant."
"You're a descendant of yourself. You're Annabel reincarnated. And guess what? You're still the pathetic peasant you were in the past."
Angela had told me the same thing, that I really was Annabel.
Then something occurred to me.
"Was it you who attacked Rose?" I whispered.
"Of course it was, I knew that she had spotted Edward that night she entered and I wanted to make his existence a whole lot worse, so I made sure it looked like he did it. And you doubted him, not so much the doting wife are you? And before you ask, it was me who tried to kill you alos." She hissed.
It was a lot to take in, but somehow I never really believed Edward would try to kill me. She was right, I had doubted him and it was me who had driven him to go to such drastic measures to be with me. I made him hate himself even more than he did. But still, Jacob didn't deserve any of this.
"Tell me where Edward is," I said helplessly as I looked out the window.
"He's where he belongs," She said.
Then I heard a slap. I turned around to see Alice slapping the hell out of her hysterically.
"Get out of my sister you fucking bitch, get out of her now!" She screamed as she shook her violently.
"Alice, remember that is still Rosalie's body. Besides, that isn't how to get her out." I said as I stopped her and tried to calm her down.
"Then how?" She asked tearfully.
I turned back to the window. "I don't know, I thought we had to burn the body. That's what I did last night, I burned Edward's body. But it didn't work, and now for some reason, Jacob's body is looking more like Edward."
As I tried to think of what I could do, I spotted something in the distance that alarmed me. Edward's grave was full, not how I left it the night before, and it had a shovel on top of it. I gasped and clasped my hand to my mouth.
"You've... you've killed him?" I said as I hiccupped.
I knew if I struck at her again, it would just add to her enjoyment.
"Alice, stay here and watch her. I've got to him out, she's buried him alive!"
I was already running out the door and down the stairs. I flung open the main doors, ran down the path and skidded down the hill towards the cemetery.
"Edward!" I heard a voice say.
Everything inside me lit up. I little bit of hope came back.
"Edward, hold on!" It was Isabella, she had found me.
I laughed in relief, the love I already had for her grew stronger in that very moment.
"Isabella!" I shouted in response.
Then the whole coffin shook as I heard a thump come from above. She was digging me out. I couldn't believe it. I prayed that she had forgiven me, but then I realised she was saving my life because I was inside Jacob; she was doing it for him not me. But I had finally realized that everything I had done was wrong.
The thumping went on and on. It felt like I had been in this coffin for hours, I couldn't wait to breath in fresh air. But I was also worried about what would happen next.
I heard and felt the shovel bang against the coffin. I was minutes away from being saved. The shovel dug into the side and lifted the coffin lid. The first thing I saw was the stars and moon, shining up above. And then I saw Isabella, hovering over the grave with a worried look on her face.
I sat up and began climbing the mudded wall that circled around me. I slipped and almost fell back down, but then I felt her grab my arm and help me up.
When I made it to the above ground, I gasped as Isabella put her arms around me and held me close. I nuzzled my head into her neck and breathed in her scent. She smelt like strawberries.
"I'm so sorry," I cried softly.
She didn't say anything, but just to have her back in my arms again was all I needed in that moment.