Twilight FanFic

Quick A/N:Oh, my God, guys! Thanks so much for the incredible reviews. All the constructive reviews have helped me realise my mistakes and I hope you'll be able to see a difference in this fanfiction piece. For those who said 'New Moon Alternate Ending' was AU (alternate universe) or OOC (out of character), thank you for letting me know that I had to announce that my characters didn't mirror completely the characters Stephenie Meyer created. That was a really useful piece of constructive criticism. Anyways, I would like to thank all of you once again, and I hope you like this new piece.

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Chapter One: Arguments

BPOV

I put my hand over his to hold it to my face.

'I need to see Jacob.'

His eyes closed.

'No.'(Eclipse, ch.1, p.29-30)

'But–'

'Bella.' He opened his eyes and took his hand out of mine. 'This conversation ends now. Seeing Jacob is too dangerous. I will not allow you.'

That hit a nerve. What did he mean 'he will not allow me'? I was eighteen and free to do whatever I wanted.

'What? Edward, I really don't want to argue with you, but I am an adult. I can make my own decisions, and–'

He interrupted again. 'Then act like an adult, and make the right decision,' he spoke slowly, his words strict. 'Bella,' he said in a softer tone, 'I can't have anything happen to you. I couldn't continue living if– '

It was my turn to interrupt him. 'Nothing will happen. Jacob won't hurt me. He needs me, Edward; I can't give up on him just because my controlling boyfriend won't let me see my friends!' I snapped, without restraining what came out of my mouth, and realised how much I hurt him as soon as I heard the words I spoke.

As a confirmation, he looked away, his face the embodiment of pain. I wanted to take it all back, but I couldn't drop my guard now. I had to win.

In a few seconds, Edward composed himself again, and looked in my eyes one more time.

'Bella, please do this for me. Don't put yourself in danger, please; I can't-'

'I will be perfectly safe,' I said firmly, trying to keep the cold facade that I tried to pull off. All those feelings inside, the anger addressed to myself for hurting him like that, the uncertainty of the consequences of my behaviour, the increasingly painful desire to walk over to Edward and comfort him and tell him how sorry and unworthy of him I was, were threatening to break through my poker face, so I stood up from the table and walked to the front door.

Edward appeared between me and the door in an instant. 'Bella, where are you going?' he asked, his voice stained with hurt.

I felt awful. I hated myself for doing that to him. I gathered the last strands of will power I had left and muttered, 'Edward, I'm going to see Jacob. Let me go. Please,' I whispered the last word.

Without arguing, Edward moved away from the door, defeated. I didn't dare to look in his eyes. I stretched my hand robotically to grasp the doorknob.

'Do you want to see me when I come back?' I asked, my back to him, the door still shut.

He sighed. 'Of course, Bella. I'll miss you.'

A small tear escaped from the corner of my eye and rolled down my cheek, despite my futile attempts to keep them in control. No matter how much I wound him, no matter how much I twisted the rusty knife in the open cut, Edward would never resent me or show me anything else than genuine love and adoration.

I ran to my truck, and once I was away from Edward, in the small, intimate cabin, I let out one single sob. My heart was too broken to pour out more; only my eyes still leaked streams of salted water. While I drove to Jacob's house, trying to peek through the waterworks, I couldn't stop thinking about Edward. He loved me so much. And I couldn't even try to describe what I felt for him; it was much more than love. I tried to look on his side of the argument we always seemed to have–visiting Jacob. The werewolves did constitute a risk; they were young and inexperienced, but they weren't a danger to me. Just like Edward, Jacob couldn't hurt me. Even though I couldn't return his feelings, he loved me and would never lose control around me. Jacob was my best friend; he helped me go through hell and didn't let me fall apart to the point of never being able to be put together again. He was by my side when I needed him, even though I was hurting him too. He knew I would never love someone else as much as Edward, but he kept on trying to light just a little spark in me, hoping it would grow into a fire. When Edward came back into my life, Jacob was devastated. He realised that not only did he lose a friend, he also lost the chance to a romantic future together. When Charlie told me he was suffering, I felt instantly responsible for putting him through agony and tried to talk to him, explain that I would still want for us to be friends, that things wouldn't have to change between us. But Jacob didn't answer my calls or my emails, and the only sign that he was still alive was a letter given to Charlie by Billy.

I pulled into Jake's backyard. Before climbing out of the truck, I checked my face in the mirror, wiping off the tears on my cheeks and applying some foundation to hide the redness of my nose. I made my way to the front door and rang the bell. I saw Jacob look through the window, trying to figure out who came to see them. Our eyes locked, and for the shortest of seconds he looked like my Jacob again; the Jacob I used to see every day before the Italy incident. Then, suddenly, he disappeared, pulling the curtain between us. I rang the doorbell again. Once. Twice. Three times. No answer. I knew he was in there; he knew I knew he was in there. So why didn't he answer me?

I opened the door, without an invitation, and rushed inside. I guess this was the day for rash, reckless decisions.

'Jacob?' I asked, as I sped in the kitchen, where I saw him at the window.

Jacob sat on a chair, his head resting in his hands.

'Jake,' I soothed, as I knelt by him.

He sat upright and looked down at me. 'What do you want Bella?'

'What do you mean? I haven't talked to you in ages! You haven't answered any of my calls, haven't replied to my emails and-'

'Well, did you think that maybe I didn't want to talk to you?' he asked coldly.

I froze. I knew that Jacob might not act like his most charming self, but I didn't really expect that. I stood up, keeping my eyes on a random dot on the floor.

'No, I...I didn't.' My voice was shaky. I cleared my throat, trying to not cry. I had to control myself and my emotions. I couldn't let this turn me into a sobbing fool.

'Well, you should have. Why did you come here anyways? I heard the great news. The boyfriend's back. You should be happy. You should be with him.' His voice broke on the last word. Of course he was suffering.

'Jacob,' I said. My voice was now secure and steady, having managed to keep the waterworks from escaping. 'You are my best friend, and I wanted to see you as much as I could before graduation.'

'Graduation? What has graduation got to do with anything?'

I decided to tell him. 'Jake, after graduation I will become a vampire, and I will have to go away from everybody, so that I don't hurt anyone. I won't be able to see you after that...for a while.'

'What?' he screeched, and jumped up from the chair, standing five feet in front of me. 'No, Bella! You can't become what he is!'

'Why does everyone keep telling me what I can or can't do? I. Can. Make. My. Own. Decisions.'

'Well, you obviously can't! This will be the biggest mistake you will ever do! And there's no coming back from it, Bella. You will never be able to be human afterwards; we will never be able to...' He stopped. He looked away, his hands balled up in fists by his side, shaking.

'Jacob, we would have never been together as anything more than just friends. Why can't you make this easier for both of us and understand that? I love Edward,' I said, in the sweetest tone I could.

'Bella,' he said through his teeth. His fists were still shaking, and now his body was, too. 'I'd rather you were dead than one of them.'

Shock washed through me at a speed my body couldn't cope with, and I took a step back to regain the balance I lost for a split second. The tears I thought I mastered fell down my cheeks and onto my shirt.

'Wow,' I whispered. 'I really hope you didn't mean that, Jacob,' I said, and rushed out the door.

Once in my truck again, I let the tears flow. I rested my head on the wheel and cried. I had lost him; I had lost my best friend; I had lost my Jacob. I managed to hurt everyone today. I hurt Edward, my Edward, the man I loved and my better half. I argued with him, said to him things I didn't mean, led him to think things that weren't true. I hurt my best friend, and because of all of that I hurt myself too.

I drove speedily on the 110, not paying too much attention to the road. I wanted to get home faster and see Edward, apologize to him and spend the rest of the day in his arms. I decided to forget about Jacob. It was better this way. I would have had to let him go anyways, so I guess breaking our relationship earlier would make it easier for me to stay away from him after I was changed. That if Edward still wanted me to be what he was, after what I did today.

I prepared to turn right on the 101, when two bright lights shone in my eyes, blinding me, and then everything went black.