- •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 could barely hear his answer. "I don't think I have the same thing you did."
"Unless she's about to turn into a werewolf too," Emmett chuckled.
"Don't you have the stomach flu?" I asked, confused.
"No. This is something else."
"What's wrong with you?"
"Everything," he whispered. "Every part of me hurts."
The pain in his voice was nearly tangible.
"What can I do, Jake? What can I bring you?"
"Nothing. You can't come here." He was abrupt. It reminded me of Billy the other night.
"I've already been exposed to whatever you have," I pointed out.
He ignored me. "I'll call you when I can. I'll let you know when you can come down again."
"Jacob –"
"I've got to go," he said with sudden urgency.
"Call me when you feel better."
"Right," he agreed, and his voice had a strange, bitter edge.
"Because he knows he can't," Edward groaned. "This next chapter might be even worse than the last ones."
He was silent for a moment. I was waiting for him to say goodbye, but he waited too.
"I'll see you soon," I finally said.
"Wait for me to call," he said again.
"Okay… Bye, Jacob."
"Bella," he whispered my name, and then hung up the phone.
"That's the end," Carlisle said and Rosalie took the book.
Chapter Ten
The Meadow
"The Meadow," Rosalie read.
"Great, just want she needs... more disappointment," Edward groaned.
Jacob didn't call.
The first time I called, Billy answered and told me that Jacob was still in bed. I got nosy, checking to make sure that Billy had taken him to a doctor. Billy said he had, but, for some reason I couldn't nail down, I didn't really believe him.
"Because you're a highly intuitive person that can see through things that are hard to fathom," Carlisle said.
"While at the same time, you miss the most obvious things," Emmett added, chuckling.
I called again, several times a day, for the next two days, but no one was ever there.
Saturday, I decided to go see him, invitation be damned. But the little red house was empty.
"Shouldn't have driven her truck... they must have heard it and left," Rosalie said.
This frightened me – was Jacob so sick that he'd needed to go to the hospital? I stopped by the hospital on the way back home, but the nurse at the front desk told me neither Jacob nor Billy had been in.
I made Charlie call Harry Clearwater as soon as he got home from work. I waited, anxious, while Charlie chatted with his old friend; the conversation seemed to go on forever without Jacob even being mentioned. It seemed that Harry had been in the hospital…some kind of tests for his heart. Charlie's forehead got all pinched together, but Harry joked with him, blowing it off, until Charlie was laughing again. Only then did Charlie ask about Jacob, and now his side of the conversation didn't give me much to work with, just a lot of hmms and yeahs. I drummed my fingers against the counter beside him until he put a hand over mine to stop me.
Finally, Charlie hung up the phone and turned to me.
"Harry says there's been some trouble with the phone lines, and that's why you haven't been able to get through.
"Which is a lie, of course. Harry's on the council and would know exactly what happened to Jacob," Carlisle said.
Billy took Jake to the doc down there, and it looks like he has mono. He's real tired, and Billy said no visitors," he reported.
"No visitors?" I demanded in disbelief.
Charlie raised one eyebrow. "Now don't you go making a pest of yourself, Bells. Billy knows what's best for Jake. He'll be up and around soon enough. Be patient."
I didn't push it. Charlie was too worried about Harry. That was clearly the more important issue – it wouldn't be right to bug him with my lesser concerns. Instead, I went straight upstairs and turned on my computer. I found a medical site online and typed "mononucleosis" into the search box.
All I knew about mono was that you were supposed to get it from kissing, which was clearly not the case with Jake.
"Do I sense a tad bit of possessiveness there?" Emmett laughed. "How does she know he's not kissing other girls?"
I read through the symptoms quickly – the fever he definitely had, but what about the rest of it? No horrible sore throat, no exhaustion, no headaches, at least not before he'd gone home from the movie; he'd said he felt "fit as a fiddle." Did it really come on so fast? The article made it sound like the sore stuff showed up first.
I glared at the computer screen and wondered why, exactly, I was doing this. Why did I feel so… so suspicious, like I didn't believe Billy's story? Why would Billy lie to Harry?
"Harry's not the one being lied to," Emmett laughed.
I was being silly, probably. I was just worried, and, to be honest, I was afraid of not being allowed to see Jacob – that made me nervous.
I skimmed through the rest of the article, looking for more information. I stopped when I got to the part about how mono could last more than a month.
A month? My mouth fell open.
But Billy couldn't enforce the no-visitors thing that long. Of course not. Jake would go crazy stuck in bed that long without anyone to talk to.
What was Billy afraid of, anyway? The article said that a person with mono needed to avoid physical activity, but there was nothing about visitors. The disease wasn't very infectious.
"Maybe he's afraid..." Emmett started.
"Don't," Edward shouted before he could finish.
I'd give Billy a week, I decided, before I got pushy. A week was generous.
A week was long. By Wednesday, I was sure I wasn't going to live 'til Saturday.
When I'd decided to leave Billy and Jacob alone for a week, I hadn't really believed that Jacob would go along with Billy's rule. Every day when I got home from school, I ran to the phone to check for messages. There never were any.
I cheated three times by trying to call him, but the phone lines still weren't working.
I was in the house much too much, and much too alone. Without Jacob, and my adrenaline and my distractions, everything I'd been repressing started creeping up on me. The dreams got hard again. I could no longer see the end coming. Just the horrible nothingness – half the time in the forest, half the time in the empty fern sea where the white house no longer existed. Sometimes Sam Uley was there in the forest, watching me again. I paid him no attention – there was no comfort in his presence; it made me feel no less alone. It didn't stop me from screaming myself awake, night after night.
The hole in my chest was worse than ever. I'd thought that I'd been getting it under control, but I found myself hunched over, day after day, clutching my sides together and gasping for air.
Edward, again, had the deepest pain in his eyes.
I wasn't handling alone well.
I was relieved beyond measure the morning I woke up – screaming, of course – and remembered that it was Saturday. Today I could call Jacob. And if the phone lines still weren't working, then I was going to La Push. One way or another, today would be better than the last lonely week.
I dialed, and then waited without high expectations.
It caught me off guard when Billy answered on the second ring.
"Hello?"
"Oh, hey, the phone is working again! Hi, Billy. It's Bella. I was just calling to see how Jacob is doing. Is he up for visitors yet? I was thinking about dropping by –"
"I'm sorry, Bella," Billy interrupted, and I wondered if he were watching TV; he sounded distracted. "He's not in."
"Oh." It took me a second. "So he's feeling better then?"
"Yeah," Billy hesitated for an instant too long. "Turns out it wasn't mono after all. Just some other virus."
"Oh. So… where is he?"
"He's giving some friends a ride up to Port Angeles – I think they were going to catch a double feature or something. He's gone for the whole day."
"He just doesn't want her to call him anymore...or come down there," Alice said.
"Well, that's a relief. I've been so worried. I'm glad he felt good enough to get out." My voice sounded horribly phony as I babbled on.
Jacob was better, but not well enough to call me.
"What a jerk," Emmett stated, smiling.
He was out with friends. I was sitting home, missing him more every hour. I was lonely, worried, bored… perforated – and now also desolate as I realized that the week apart had not had the same effect on him.
"I don't know if that is true," Carlisle mused. "I imagine the transformation is painful in itself, but he would feel worse knowing that he can't tell her anything...or be around her anymore."
"Is there anything in particular you wanted?" Billy asked politely.
"No, not really."
"Well, I'll tell him that you called," Billy promised. "Bye, Bella."
"Bye," I replied, but he'd already hung up.