New Moon, page 363 I ran to the beach, my four legs going at full speed. I was happy, incredibly so. Bella could relax now, we had caught the bloodsucker she was so afraid of. Of course, it had taken a little more time than otherwise, but what did that matter? Bella could survive for five more minutes on her own...
I phased before reaching the beach. I stepped onto the sand and felt where the sun should be shining on my bare chest. It was cold, and the winds were turning the sea into a whirlpool. That's when I first looked towards the water. And saw Bella.
Lying limp in the shallow waters, drenched to the bone.
My heart was sinking as I ran towards her. No, no, no.
I splashed down beside her, and my knees hit the soft mud underneath the surface.
I pulled her shoulders up, and held her out of the water. I checked her wrist. No pulse. She wasn't breathing, either.
I dragged her those few metres out of the water, and laid her on the sand. CPR.
I had always wanted to kiss her, but not like this. Her face was freezing cold, her lips like ice.
Was this what it was like for her to kiss him? Kiss a dead person?
I shuddered as I thought the word. She wasn't... she couldn't be... no...
There was no response, but I kept trying. What was the point?
I gave up. I knelt there next to her, and the tears began to scale down my face. It was raining again, the classic cliche. The sobs escalated as the pain grew, the knowledge of what had just happened sunk in slowly.
Bella was dead. I thought of the vile person behind all of this. Cullen. All because he left her.
It clicked in my head, that's what she had done. I glanced at the cliff, and it all made sense. She had jumped, and the current had swallowed her.
Maybe that explained the motorcycles, too. She wanted to be hurt. Because he left her. I picked her up and carried her towards the house. I was about halfway along the beach when Sam appeared. His face, already grim, looked horrified now.
"Jake..."
I couldn't speak, there was a notch in the back of my throat. I just nodded, and Sam understood.
I carried her back home, and set her down on the couch.
I knelt beside her again, and I didn't even try to hold back the tears.
I must have been there for over an hour. Sam had left eventually. Maybe he had tried to talk to me, but I was beyond the point where I could hear.
I stood up and walked over to the phone. I dialed the number, and placed the receiver to my ear.
I let it ring before I finally got the answering machine.
"Charlie it's Jake, Bella was in an accident. She's dead, Charlie."
