Hey guys! This is my first fanfic, so be nice! Please comment, and tell me what you think. If you don't like this idea, I have a few other ones. (Only two, actually) I want to do only Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn, fanfic, so if you request an idea, make it like that.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn, or any of the characters. Stephenie Meyer does. As if I could come anywhere close to that.
Background Information (CRUCIAL TO THE STORY!!!! READ IF YOU WANT TO UNDERSTAND!!): This is set fifteen-sixteen years after Breaking Dawn
I was crying-or as close to crying as a vampire could. My tearless sobs drew Edward to the room, almost like a reflex. I felt him slither under me. He wrapped his steel arms around my waist and begged in my ear not to cry. But how could I not? My daughter had been taken away from me. I couldn't see her beautiful face, smell her delicious scent, hear her perfect voice, or feel her warm, smooth skin. It felt like somebody had taken away a vital organ. Like my heart, or my brain. If it weren't for Edward, I probably couldn't function. I just continued to sob, and for the first time since I had become a vampire, I felt weak. A part of me was dying inside; only my burning passion and love for Edward kept me alive. It hurt when he left the room, even if it was for just a few minutes. I had never felt so dependent, so…needy, but it was impossible not to worry when my daughter had a very large chance of dying at the youthful age of fifteen. Only Edward had kept me from finding her. He knew that I would probably personally track down Carlisle and the rest of my family just so I could see her face. Edward knew I was struggling, and though he would never admit it to my face, I knew that he was struggling too. He had to be strong for the both of us. If he was just as in a mess as I was, there was no way that either of us would be able to survive.
It hurt when we got home from an extended hunting trip, and I saw the red blinking light on the phone. I would sprint over, praying to God that it would be Carlisle, telling me that everything was alright- that my baby could come home and she would be able to stay with me for the rest of my life, forever. I was devastated when I found that nearly every call was from Jacob, asking a bunch of questions, but avoiding the one that he needed the answer to most- is she back yet?
I knew that Jacob was suffering almost as much as I was- that he nearly killed himself every time that I called, telling him that I didn't know when she would be home. On these calls, I almost choked nearly every time to keep myself from going into another sobbing fit. A few times I had. We stayed on the phone for hours, crying together.
I almost wished that it was us that had gone away, not the rest of our family. The Cullen house always reminded me of her. I avoided the living room as much as possible, seeing as though so much had gone on there, but it was difficult. I was almost obsessed. I searched the house, desperately seeking any lingering traces of her scent. I hadn't found any in weeks.
"Please, love, don't cry," Edward begged, whispering in my ear. It sounded as if he may start to cry as well. I tried to pull myself together, for him, but I was pathetically unsuccessful.
"I'm sorry," I whimpered, curling into his stone-hard chest. "I'm just so worried about them." I said them instead of her. I knew that he might just break down if I said her.
"I know," he whispered, pulling me closer to him. "But they can take care of themselves, and her. Everything will be fine." But the way he said it…something was off. Almost like he regretted saying it. And I knew that I shouldn't get my hopes up, because he had no way to prove that what he had just said was the truth. I almost cried again at the hard sound of his voice.
"Please, tell me, what are you thinking? Tell me before I go insane," he murmured. I laughed lightly, but I knew he meant it. I didn't know what to tell him. I was thinking about so many things at the moment.
"I'm thinking about what I'm going to do if she…doesn't come back," I replied quietly. Again, I was thinking a lot of things, but that was thing that was at the front of my mind. He didn't respond. He held me tighter, if that were possible. "You know it's a possibility," I said, looking up at him for the first time in the entire conversation. He nodded.
"I'm trying to stay positive," he remarked, not looking at me. I didn't answer; I didn't know what to say.
"Edward, you know if you stay positive, but things don't turn out the way you planned, you're only going to be more hurt afterwards," I said. It wasn't a question. He sat there for a minute, contemplating my words. What seemed like eternity later, he nodded.
"Bella, no matter what happens to us, our family, or our daughter; we will always have each other. We will always get through anything. Nothing bad will ever happen as long as we're together, do you understand?" he asked. I nodded sadly. He didn't look convinced, but didn't push the subject.
"I love you," he murmured in my ear. "So, so much. I love you for every single day of forever." I kissed him lightly on the mouth. We left our lips together, not moving, just lingering there for a while. I was confused to hear a car turning on to the Cullen's driveway. I looked up at Edward, but he was grimacing. Something about our visitor's thoughts didn't please him.
"Who is it?" I asked. Edward shook his head, as if to say 'you'll see'. The doorbell rang. I sighed and walked slowly, for a vampire at least, to the door. I opened it slightly, and when I saw who it was, I smiled.
"Hey, Jake! What brings you here?" I asked. Jake didn't smile; he just pushed past me and entered the house. I knit my eyebrows. I turned around and saw him sitting on the couch, covering his eyes.
"Jake, what's the matter?" I asked, concerned. I hadn't seen him this upset since the night Renesme left. He removed his hands from his face and sighed as I sat on the loveseat across from him, sitting across Edward's lap.
"I can't do this anymore, I can't be separated from her like this," he said. Me and Edward shared a quick glance.
"Jake, I'm sorry. We miss her too, but there's nothing we can do…" I said, but Jake cut me off.
"She's your daughter! Of course you can do something! You can bring her home!" Jake bellowed, his body shaking violently. Edward's grip on me tightened. I just watched as Jake began to cry. I didn't know what to say, but I had to say something. His low, restrained, sobs were full of pain and agony- they were ringing in my ears.
"Jake, please don't cry. You're going to be fine, and so is she," I said, trying to comfort him, but the shaking didn't stop.
"You can't know that!" he yelled, his voice cracking everywhere. After a long pause, he spoke again. "I'm leaving. I'm going to find her, and your family. I can't stay away from her anymore; it's killing me." He put his hand over his face again, and he took deeper, longer breaths. The shaking decreased slightly in violence. I sat there in silence, waiting for him to calm down before I spoke.
"What the…?!" Edward said suddenly. There was a smile on his face that reflected his tone. Jake gave him a glare that shot bullets across the room, as if that could kill him.
"This isn't funny!" Jake said his voice cracking, and his shaking getting worse. "Thanks, Edward," I thought. There was no calming Jake down now- he would bolt out soon as to not tear the house apart when he phased.
"No, Jacob, you don't understand! There's no need for you to leave! They're coming home!" Edward said. I couldn't help but smile, even if he was lying. But shortly after I smiled, my confused look replicated Jacob's. The thing was, we both knew that Edward wouldn't lie about something like this. Though, he probably would find it funny if he led Jacob on. But he was grieving over Renesme's absence just as much as we were, and he knew that if he faked something like that, it would send me into a deeper depression. Jake stared at Edward, scanning his face for any signs of lying, but as always, there were none. A flash of hope entered Jacob's eyes. Then as quickly as it had come, it went away, doubt and suspicion taking its place.