- •I winced as Carlisle did something to my arm that stung.
- •If she hadn't been in my line of sight, I wouldn't have noticed Alice give up and steal out of the room. With a tiny, apologetic smile on her lips, she disappeared through the kitchen doorway.
- •I couldn't imagine anyone, deity included, who wouldn't be impressed by Carlisle. Besides, the only kind of heaven I could appreciate would have to include Edward.
- •I immediately thought of Edward's words this afternoon: unless you want to die–or whatever it is that we do. The lightbulb flicked on over my head.
- •I nodded in fervent agreement.
- •I didn't answer. I imagined what my life would be like if Carlisle had resisted the temptation to change his lonely existence… and shuddered.
- •I felt bad about that later. It was more painful and lingering than necessary.
- •I cringed at his remoteness. 'Tell me you forgive me."
- •I racked my brain for some way to salvage the evening. When we pulled up in front of my house, I still hadn't come up with anything.
- •I hopped out, reaching back in for my packages. He frowned.
- •I collapsed back onto my pillow, gasping, my head spinning. Something tugged at my memory, elusive, on the edges.
- •I swallowed, trying to dislodge the sudden lump in my throat. The guilt made my head bow and my shoulders slump. I'd run them out of their home, just like Rosalie and Emmett. I was a plague.
- •It was hard to even remember the reason for all this mess. My birthday already felt like the distant past. If only Alice would come back. Soon. Before this got any more out of hand.
- •I didn't answer. I couldn't think of a way to protest, but I instantly knew that I wanted to. I didn't like this. This is bad, this is very bad, the voice in my head repeated again and again.
- •I took a deep breath, too. This was an acceptable option. I thought I was prepared. But I still had to ask.
- •I shook my head back and forth mechanically, trying to clear it. He waited without any sign of impatience. It took a few minutes before I could speak.
- •It was black for a long time before I heard them calling.
- •I nodded and closed my eyes obediently.
- •I could tell he didn't want to answer. He looked at the floor under his knees. "They're celebrating the news." His tone was bitter.
- •I shook my head, recoiling. The sound of his name unleashed the thing that was clawing inside of me–a pain that knocked me breathless, astonished me with its force.
- •I sighed. "Then tell me what you do want me to do."
- •I glowered at him. The heat almost, but not quite, reached my face. It had been a long time since I'd blushed with any emotion.
- •I grimaced when Mr. Varner dismissed the class five minutes early. He smiled like he was being nice.
- •It amounted to the same thing.
- •I shrugged. "Just scared."
- •I smiled back, and something clicked silently into place, like two corresponding puzzle pieces. I'd forgotten how much I really liked Jacob Black.
- •It wasn't like I'd saved up enough to go anywhere special–and besides, I had no desire to leave Forks anyway. What difference would it make if I skimmed a little bit off the top?
- •I nodded. "Nice to meet you, too."
- •I shook my head. "No way. I'm bankrolling this party. You just have to supply the labor and expertise."
- •I talked to him at work, didn't I? Did I? I thought so…
- •I nodded, trying to look embarrassed. "It was pretty scary."
- •I sighed It was like I was starting all over again.
- •I wasn't sure what the hell I was doing here. Was I trying to push myself back into the zombie stupor? Had I turned masochistic
- •I knew that part of the reason I did this was the nightmare, now that I was really awake, the nothingness of the dream gnawed on my nerves, a dog worrying a bone.
- •I was hoping that déjà vu was the key.
- •I didn't answer right away, either, and he glanced up to check my expression.
- •I made a gesture indicating the two of us as a single entity. He liked that–he beamed.
- •I was driving slowly,
- •I was surprised to hear Sam Uley's name. I didn't want it to bring back the images from my nightmare, so I made a quick observation to distract myself. "You don't like them very much."
- •I spoke quickly again to divert myself from the bleak memories. "Isn't Sam a little too old for this kind of thing?"
- •I stared at Jacob, biting my lip anxiously–he was really frightened. But he didn't look at me.
- •I asked. His horror was spreading to me. I had chills running on the back of my neck.
- •I threw my arms around him instinctively, wrapping them around his waist and pressing my face against his chest. He was so big, I felt like I was a child hugging a grown-up.
- •It took four more kicks before the ignition caught. I could feel the bike rumbling beneath me like an angry animal. I gripped the clutch until my fingers ached.
- •I was dizzy and confused. It sounded like there were three things snarling–the bike over me, the voice in my head, and something else…
- •I clapped my hand over my head. Sure enough, it was wet and sticky. I could smell nothing but the damp moss on my face, and that held off the nausea.
- •I was going to compliment him, but I caught myself. No doubt he'd add another few years to his inflated age.
- •I laughed too, glad to have Jacob back to normal.
- •I saw a chance and took it without taking time to think it through.
- •I raised one eyebrow. "Some people are hard to discourage."
- •I towed Mike out into the cool, wet air. He inhaled deeply. Jacob was right behind us. He helped me get Mike into the back of the car, and handed him the bucket with a serious gaze.
- •I could barely hear his answer. "I don't think I have the same thing you did."
- •I stood for a moment with the phone still in my hand.
- •I knew it was just because I was alone, missing Jacob's carefree whistle and the sound of another pair of feet squishing across the damp ground.
- •I couldn't swallow. My foot started to ease back, but I froze when his red eyes flickered down to catch the movement.
- •I staggered back another step. The frantic growling in my head made it hard to hear.
- •I shook my head, though I must have been starving. I hadn't eaten all day.
- •I crossed over to the wrong side of the road to stop next to him. He looked up when the roar of my truck approached.
- •I looked at Quil eagerly, waiting for his answer. He stared out the windshield for a second before he spoke. "From a distance," he finally said.
- •I nodded. "Jake told me…before."
- •I was surprised and distracted as the warning words came in Edward's voice again, when I wasn't even scared.
- •I chased him back to the truck. "Wait!" I called as he turned toward the house.
- •I didn't believe that this was really what Jacob wanted to say. It seemed like there was something else trying to be said through his angry eyes, but I couldn't understand the message.
- •I blinked my wet blurry eyes, suddenly sure that I was dreaming.
- •I looked up at him, the tears not yet dried on my cheeks. "Why in the world would I be okay, Jacob?"
- •I shook my head wearily. "I don't understand anything."
- •I let my head fall into my hands. My question came out muffled by my arm. "Why?"
- •I blinked twice, trying to clear my head. I was so tired. Nothing he said made sense.
- •I took a deep breath and tried to concentrate. "You asked about my truck…"
- •In order to pump him for information.
- •I made a weak grimace. "I'll try."
- •In his place was an enormous, red-brown wolf with dark, intelligent eyes.
- •I clutched my head in my hands, trying to keep it from exploding.
- •I stepped back out, and shut the door quietly behind me.
- •I flinched away from his hostile expression. He seemed to be waiting for an answer, so I shook my head.
- •I stared at him blankly for one second before I understood. Then the blood drained from my face and a thin, wordless cry of horror broke through my lips.
- •I thought about that carefully. "When you were mad before…when I was yelling at you… and you were shaking…?"
- •It wasn't over.
- •I thought that would bother you."
- •I started the truck and headed back up the road.
- •In the same second, Jacob was running across the road straight for the monster.
- •I turned to stare at him – my wide eyes felt frozen, like I couldn't even blink them.
- •I tried to comfort myself with their lack of concern, but I couldn't drive the brutal image of the fighting werewolves from my head. My stomach churned, sore and empty, my head ached with worry.
- •I frowned at him. "Why would I stare?"
- •I noticed that Emily didn't particularly like that Sam would be in the smaller grouping. Her worry had me glancing up at Jacob, worrying, too.
- •It did mean something to me. I couldn't imagine that – the wolves running faster than a vampire. When the Cullens ran, they all but turned invisible with speed.
- •I hesitated a second. This felt like a question he would ask of his spy, not his friend. But what was the point of hiding what I knew? It didn't matter now, and it would help him control himself.
- •I realized that I was still. There was no tug of the current on me – the heaving was inside my head. The surface under me was flat and motionless. It felt grainy against my bare arms.
- •I tried to open my eyes. It took me a minute, but then I could see the dark, purple clouds, flinging the freezing rain down at me. "Jake?" I croaked.
- •It was my turn to shudder, though I wasn't so cold here, right next to his ridiculous body heat.
- •I swallowed hard.
- •I thought he would be thinking of Harry, but then he spoke, and his tone was apologetic.
- •If I turned my face to the side – if I pressed my lips against his bare shoulder...I knew without any doubt what would follow. It would be very easy. There would be no need for explanations tonight.
- •I froze.
- •It was just Carlisle, I told myself.
- •I glanced at him, ripping my unwilling eyes off the Mercedes – terrified that it would disappear the second I looked away.
- •I nodded sheepishly.
- •I sighed and let my head hang back, staring at the ceiling. "That's going to be a problem."
- •Instead, we talked about her family – all but one.
- •I didn't know what to say, and, after a short pause, Alice moved on to lighter topics.
- •I stared at her, putting it together. "You can't see werewolves?"
- •I locked gazes with first Jared and then Embry – I didn't like the hard way they eyed me; did they really think I would let anything hurt Jacob? – before I shut the door on them.
- •I followed him. He paced back and forth along the short counter.
- •I glared at him, annoyance rekindled. "Well, run along now. Go tell Sam that the scary monsters aren't coming to get you."
- •I recovered myself and held out my hand for the phone. Jacob ignored me.
- •I labored to pull myself up despite the dizziness. I realized it was Jacob's arm I was gripping for balance. He was the one shaking, not the couch.
- •I reminded him.
- •It took the length of one heartbeat for me to comprehend.
- •I stared at her with my jaw clenched in frustration. I'd heard nothing yet that would explain why we were still standing here.
- •I shook my head, tears spattering from my eyes with the sharp motion. I pulled my arm free, and he didn't fight me.
- •I just nodded in time with my bouncing.
- •I tried to tune out what Alice was murmuring to Jasper; I didn't want to hear the words again, but some slipped through.
- •I realized why her eyes begged for my understanding. She was protecting Jasper, at our expense, and maybe at Edward's, too. I understood, and I did not think badly of her. I nodded.
- •I ground my teeth in mute frustration.
- •I leaned closer to Alice. Her lips were at my ears as she breathed the story.
- •I thought about it. "Nope, I have no idea."
- •I shrugged.
- •I touched her arm.
- •It wasn't enough to make me hopeful, to make me feel the relief she obviously felt.
- •I sighed. "I really wish you could have been right about me. In the beginning, when you first saw things about me, before we even met…"
- •I stared at her, frozen with shock. Instantly, my mind resisted her words. I couldn't afford that kind of hope if she changed her mind.
- •I bit my lip. "If you don't do it now, you'll change your mind."
- •I ran to the door and threw myself in, feeling as though I might as well be wearing a black stocking over my head.
- •It was crowded, and the foot traffic slowed our progress.
- •I peeked under Edward's other arm to see a small, dark shape coming toward us. By the way the edges billowed, I knew it would be another one of them. Who else?
- •Verdict
- •In the middle of the room was a high, polished mahogany counter. I gawked in astonishment at the woman behind it.
- •I glanced at Edward's hard face, and wondered how his mood could have been darker before.
- •I wanted to groan when Edward pulled me through to the other side of the door. It was the same ancient stone as the square, the alley, and the sewers. And it was dark and cold again.
- •I stared in shock as he called our names informally, as if we were old friends dropping in for an unexpected visit.
- •I was the slowest to turn.
- •I looked at Marcus's dead face, and I believed that.
- •I turned back to Aro and raised my hand slowly in front of me. It was trembling.
- •I didn't even meet her gaze. I watched Edward from the prison of Alice's arms, still struggling pointlessly.
- •I looked at Jane, too, and she no longer smiled. She glared at me, her jaw clenched with the intensity of her focus. I shrank back, waiting for the pain.
- •It was the white-haired Caius who broke the silence.
- •It might be nice if she did change though, Alice thought to herself, then Edward could see her as a vampire and that might make him rethink this ridiculous idea of keeping her human.
- •I stared up at her, frightened, but she only seemed chagrined. It was then that I first heard the babble of voices – loud, rough voices – coming from the antechamber.
- •I knew it was stupid to react like this. Who knew how much time I had to look at his face?
- •I was relieved there was another way out; I wasn't sure if I could handle another tour through the underground.
- •I stretched as he spoke. I was so stiff.
- •I groaned. "Fabulous."
- •I'd really been hoping to put off this part of our last conversation. It was going to bring things to an end so much sooner.
- •I shook my head while the tears continued to ooze from the corners of my eyes.
- •I stared at him darkly for a long moment. "The way I feel about you will never change. Of course I love you – and there's nothing you can do about it!"
- •I grimaced. "Be serious, please."
- •I wanted to believe him. But this was my life without him that he was describing, not the other way around.
- •I asked a different one. Almost – but not quite – as hard.
- •I rolled my eyes. "The worst the Volturi can do is kill me."
- •I liked the idea of time. "Okay," I agreed.
- •I only wanted to take away the agony in his eyes, but as I spoke the words, they sounded truer than I expected they would.
- •I wasn't sure how to explain. "Do you remember what Alice said about extreme sports?"
- •I thought of that night in Port Angeles when I'd had my first delusion. I'd come up with two options. Insanity or wish fulfillment. I'd seen no third option.
- •I was deeply relieved that he really seemed to understand – comforted that this all made sense to him. At any rate, he wasn't looking at me like I was crazy. He was looking at me like…he loved me.
- •I shuddered. He took that as a yes.
- •I cringed away, my hands over my ears.
- •I stared at him, waiting… "Okay. What's the punch line?"
- •I looked away, out the dark window, trying to control the panic before it gave me away.
- •I interrupted him. "Another misunderstanding."
I cringed away, my hands over my ears.
"Um, Bella," Alice interjected in an anxious voice. "I don't think I'm ready for that. I'll need to prepare…"
"You promised," I reminded her, glaring under Edward's arm.
"I know, but…Seriously, Bella! I don't have any idea how to not kill you."
"You can do it," I encouraged. "I trust you."
"Argh," Edward groaned.
"Actually, Alice does love her too," Carlisle said. "That probably would be enough to stop her from getting carried away..."
"NO!" Edward shouted.
"Relax, I wasn't suggesting it," Carlisle backpedaled. "I was just saying that she probably could do it."
Edward snarled in fury.
Alice shook her head quickly, looking panicked.
"Carlisle?" I turned to look at him.
Edward grabbed my face in his hand, forcing me to look at him. His other hand was out, palm toward Carlisle.
Carlisle ignored that. "I'm able to do it," he answered my question. I wished I could see his expression. "You would be in no danger of me losing control."
"Grave and regretful," Carlisle sighed.
"Sounds good." I hoped he could understand; it was hard to talk clearly the way Edward held my jaw.
"Hold on," Edward said between his teeth. "It doesn't have to be now."
"There's no reason for it not to be now," I said, the words coming out distorted.
"I can think of a few."
"Of course you can," I said sourly. "Now let go of me."
He freed my face, and folded his arms across his chest. "In about two hours, Charlie will be here looking for you. I wouldn't put it past him to involve the police."
"Okay, it looks like you will stall her for a while," Emmett pouted.
"All three of them." But I frowned.
This was always the hardest part. Charlie, Renee. Now Jacob, too. The people I would lose, the people I would hurt. I wished there was some way that I could be the only one to suffer, but I knew that was impossible.
At the same time, I was hurting them more by staying human. Putting Charlie in constant danger through my proximity. Putting Jake in worse danger still by drawing his enemies across the land he felt bound to protect. And Renee – I couldn't even risk a visit to see my own mother for fear of bringing my deadly problems along with me!
I was a danger magnet; I'd accepted that about myself.
Accepting this, I knew I needed to be able to take care of myself and protect the ones I loved, even if that meant that I couldn't be with them. I needed to be strong.
"In the interest of remaining inconspicuous," Edward said, still talking through his gritted teeth, but looking at Carlisle now, "I suggest that we put this conversation off, at the very least until Bella finishes high school, and moves out of Charlie's house."
"That's a reasonable request, Bella," Carlisle pointed out.
I thought about Charlie's reaction when he woke up this morning, if – after all that life had put him through in the last week with Harry's loss, and then I had put him through with my unexplained disappearance – he were to find my bed empty. Charlie deserved better than that.
It was just a little more time; graduation wasn't so far away…
I pursed my lips. "I'll consider it."
Edward relaxed. His jaw unclenched.
"I should probably take you home," he said, more calm now, but clearly in a hurry to get me out of here. "Just in case Charlie wakes up early."
I looked at Carlisle. "After graduation?"
"You have my word."
Edward tensed at that.
"Until graduation isn't that much of stall," Emmett smiled "I can't wait to see Bella as a vampire."
I took a deep breath, smiled, and turned back to Edward. "Okay. You can take me home."
Edward rushed me out of the house before Carlisle could promise me anything else. He took me out the back, so I didn't get to see what was broken in the living room.
"Oh, come on Eddy... I wanted to see what was broken," Emmett pouted.
"Tough," Edward said, more harshly than the situation demanded, but he was still angry because he didn't get his way.
It was a quiet trip home. I was feeling triumphant, and a little smug. Scared stiff, too, of course, but I tried not to think about that part. It did me no good to worry about the pain –the physical or the emotional – so I wouldn't. Not until I absolutely had to.
When we got to my house, Edward didn't pause. He dashed up the wall and through my window in half a second. Then he pulled my arms from around his neck and set me on the bed.
I thought I had a pretty good idea of what he was thinking, but his expression surprised me.
Instead of furious, it was calculating.
"Naturally... I have to come up with a way to stall her longer than that," Edward said.
He paced silently back and forth across my dark room while I watched with growing suspicion.
"Whatever you're planning, it's not going to work," I told him.
"Shh. I'm thinking."
"Ugh," I groaned, throwing myself back on the bed and pulling the quilt over my head.
There was no sound, but suddenly he was there. He flipped the cover back so he could see me. He was lying next to me. His hand reached up to brush my hair from my cheek.
"If you don't mind, I'd much rather you didn't hide your face. I've lived without it for as long as I can stand. Now… tell me something."
"What?" I asked, unwilling.
"If you could have anything in the world, anything at all, what would it be?"
"Where are you going with this?" Alice asked suspiciously.
"I'm not sure," Edward said, though it looked like he had a good idea.
"I just hope you're not trying to bribe her, because that really won't work," Emmett said.
I could feel the skepticism in my eyes. "You."
He shook his head impatiently. "Something you don't already have."
I wasn't sure where he was trying to lead me, so I thought carefully before I answered. I came up with something that was both true, and also probably impossible.
"I would want…Carlisle not to have to do it. I would want you to change me."
'You would never want to do that,' Alice thought. 'But I can see you using that to stall her.'
"That is my best bargaining chip, isn't it?" Edward sighed.
I watched his reaction warily, expecting more of the fury I'd seen at his house. I was surprised that his expression didn't change. It was still calculating, thoughtful.
"What would you be willing to trade for that?"
I couldn't believe my ears. I gawked at his composed face and blurted out the answer before I could think about it.
"Anything."
"She'll regret that answer," Alice smiled.
He smiled faintly, and then pursed his lips. "Five years?"
My face twisted into an expression somewhere between chagrin and horror.
"You said anything," he reminded me.
"Yes, but…you'll use the time to find a way out of it. I have to strike while the iron is hot. Besides, it's just too dangerous to be human – for me, at least. So, anything but that."
He frowned. "Three years?"
"No!"
"Isn't it worth anything to you at all?"
I thought about how much I wanted this. Better to keep a poker face, I decided, and not let him know how very much that was. It would give me more leverage.
"Too late, he already knows how much you want it from your first answer," Jasper said.
"Six months?"
He rolled his eyes. "Not good enough."
"One year, then," I said. "That's my limit."
"At least give me two."
"No way. Nineteen I'll do. But I'm not going anywhere near twenty. If you're staying in your teens forever, then so am I."
"Argh," Edward groaned.
"That is the hardest thing you have to get around," Alice said. "She doesn't want to get too old."
He thought for a minute. "All right. Forget time limits. If you want me to be the one – then you'll just have to meet one condition."
"Condition?" My voice went flat. "What condition?"
His eyes were cautious – he spoke slowly. "Marry me first."
Esme gasped and then started to beam. "Yes, please do..." she started, then looked at Edward incredulously. "That's no way to ask a girl to marry you."
"Sorry," Edward said and he had a goofy grin on his face.
"It looks like Eddy really likes that idea," Emmett teased.