(A/N) I just seen New Moon and had to write something!I cant remember this scene exactly but I done as much as I could remember. Its when Alice comes back. From Alice POV.
Thumpa-thumpa-thumpa.
Her heart is beating fast - she's scared, but at least she's here. I stand behind her in the darkness but she doesnt turn, she cant see anything.
Click.
She flicks on the light and even though I could see her in the darkness I still take a breath of shock. This isn't Bella. Nothing that was ever her is here right now. Where are the bright red cheeks? The stubborn attitude? The brave persona? Where is she?
I know exactly where she is. With him. What is her left when he did. That idiot who thinks he knows everything.
At last Bella turns and once again, I'm astonished. The depth in her wise brown eyes is gone, has been wept away and falls down her cheeks now in salty drops. I wait patiently for her to take in what she is seeing, although more than anything I want to hug her and tell her Edward does love her and it's all going to be okay.
"Alice?" She breathes, just as shocked as me. "Alice?" She repeats, her voice rising in excitement. She stumbles into me, even more clumsy than usual. As she breathes in my scent, I breathe in hers. She used to smell tempting and delicious but now she stinks. Stinks of ocean and wet dog.
Just as I prepare myself to comfort her, a flash of my earlier vision passes through my head. Abruptly, I'm furious.
"Bella, would you like to explain to me how your alive? I seen you jump. Suicide? How could you? Did you even think of Charlie? Me? Him?" I shout, let all my rage brim to the surface and overflow. Rage for Edward as well as Bella.
"I didn't committ suicide! I was cliff jumping. Recreation." She defends hotly. I sigh. Maybe she hadn't lost her stubborn trait.
"And what on earth is that awful smell?" I ask, dragging her to the living room so we can sit down.
"Well... thats probably me." She says lamely, plopping down on her couch. "Or Jacob."
"Jacob? Who's he?" I ask carefully, scared about what I didn't see and what I think she might say.
"Well... Jacob's a werewolf." She blurts, reminding me of the old Bella. My best friend.
"A werewolf? Werewolfs are not good company to keep." Now I'm terrified. Werewolfs? I thought they were extinct. But Bella's attention was no longer centered on me. Her eyes are looking over me.
"Speak for yourself." A low, husky voice speaks from behind. I turn cautiosly.
"I wont hurt her." I argued defensively.
"No. Of course not. Not a Cullen." He spits sarcastically.
"Jake? I thought you couldn't 'protect' me over here." Bella challenges, her voice sad.
"I guess I cant help myself." He responds. So this is the werewolf. Copper skin, silky black hair, muscly chest, no top, horrid smell. Disgusting.
I stand.
"I'll give you some time." I whisper to Bella, leaving the room.
This is worst than I ever feared. I didn't buy Bella's recreation excuse. It was suicide, I'm sure.
I decide to hunt, slinking into the forest leaving and Bella with the enemy.
(A/N) This is written in an incredibly excited-out-of-my-head phase. PLease consider that as you review. :)