Chapter One:
BPOV
After Edward had left, I was at a loss. I was like a leftover planet after its star had expired; I felt numb.
But time passed and gradually, over time, I started to heal though, as Edward had said I would. But slowly. Very slowly.
Jacob Black was a huge contribution to this; he was always there for me, and, without him, I might still be the lost wreck that Edward had left me as.
Having said this, I still burned inside every time I thought of him, but that was inevitable.
I never thought I would see Edward again, though I kept hoping and wishing; every time I picked up the phone, answered the door, or got an email, I prayed, foolishly, that it would be him.
It never was.
But then, one day, something happened that changed my life even more. I remember it, around eighty years ago, around half a year after Edward had left.
I was just walking back from Jake's house to my truck, parked at the bottom of the hill, where I'd left it.
I'd shivered, watching the blood-red sunset.
I think I subconsciously knew that something was wrong, but didn't pay much attention to the nagg
Driving home, I had the feeling of being followed, and correctly so.
I suddenly heard a loud thump, on the roof of my truck. I screamed.
I heard steel nails, scratching against my truck window, and then I manic face, lowering down into view.
It went so fast from then, that I barely had time to realise what was happening.
The windows shattered, and Victoria was on me, grinning furiously.
"All alone, are we? Quite dangerous, don't you think?" Victoria grinned, and then lunged for my throat.
A stab of pain, a flash of red hair, and then more growl: the wolves. Then Victoria was gone, my truck was pummelled to ruins, and I was lying, grasping for air, with a deep, white-hot pain spreading through my body.
The wolves had saved me for the second time in my life.
Then again, I thought to myself, to this day, Jake still kicks himself, saying that he hadn't saved me - far from it.
But I was happy with the outcome.
I was a vampire
EPOV
I couldn't do it. I turned to Alice, hoping she would see the agony in my eyes and understand.
Carlisle had recently decided that we should move back to Forks. It had been long enough that everyone we had known would be dead so we wouldn't be recognised at all. But the memories would still be there.
The pain in knowing that Bella was dead was almost unbearable.
But bear it I did - for my family. I had to stay alive for them. I lived every day concentrating on tomorrow, never concentrating on the present, not letting myself think.
Eighty years ago, when I left Forks, I had thought that I would be able to bear the pain, after a while ( I knew it would never completely subside ), but it did not.
Urgh, you'd have thought he'd have lightened up a tad by now, thought Rosalie in an irritated tone. He's just making life miserable for everyone else, Bella's dead for crying out loud, she probably has been for years.
My throat let out a blood-curdling rip, thrown in Rosalie's direction, and she raised an eyebrow.
Pain wrenched through my body. Bella. My Bella. Dead.
And it was my entire fault.
Author's note:
Okay, this is my first fanfic, and so please review, saying whether or not I should continue this story. I'll probably put up a second chapter anyway, cos I'm not really all that happy with this one (it had to be the "explaining" chapter).
I hope you enjoyed it!