Laurent: "I've never seen anything like her, she's absolutely lethal."
Me: "Psssh. I hardly believe that."
Laurent: "You don't understand. Once starts hunting, it is nearly impossible to make her stop. She's scary when she is like this. You will likely not survive..."
Me: *stares with scared eyes.* "What did I ever do? Why would she hunt ME?"
Laurent: *stares back with 'duh' expression* "You didnt say it."
Me: "Say what?"
Laurent: "You know what."
Me: *Puts on thinking face, then slaps forehead.* "Oh! Duh. So she'll stop if I say it?"
Laurent: "I promise you."
Me: "OK! I dont own the plot, characters, and ESPECIALLY the dialougue, and mostly anything from the first chapter. It all belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I may have re-worded just a tad..."
Laurent: *Nods head.* "Good. You will no longer be hunted."
I HAD TO USE THIS SECTION IN STEPHANIE'S BOOK, NEW MOON, TO START OUT SO YOU ALL WOULD'NT GET CONFUZZLED^^
Chapter 1: A Realization
"It was Edward," Alice whispered in horror. "He thinks your dead."
I looked at her in shock. His name sent shocks and pain through me, making me want to squeeze my chest together. I resisted the urge as I stared at her in wonder. She had the most odd expression for such an easily managable situation, with just a little time...
"Rosalie told him I killed myself, didn't she?" I almost chuckled with relief. I did sigh, though.
"Yes," Her liquid topaz eyes hardened in the slightest bit. "In her defense, she did believe it. They rely on my sight far too much for something that works so imperfectly. But for her to track him down to tell him this! Didn't she realize...or care...?" He voice softened and her mouth made a little "O" shape.
"And when Edward called here..." I said slowly. "He though Jacob meant MY funeral." I wanted to punch Jacob. I was just SO CLOSE to hearing his perfect voice. As it was, I did dig my nails into his arm. He didn't even seem to notice.
"Your not upset..." Alice observed in quiet confusion.
"Well, it's really rotten timing, but it will all get straightened out. The next time he calls, someone can tell him..what...really...?" My voice trailed off to silence as I attempted to decipher Alice's expression. Horrified, maybe mixed with some understanding...and pity. One of my eyebrows shot up. What was up with all the panic and terrifyed expressions? What did she say to Alice on the phone? Something about remorse...
"Bella..." Alice choked out. "Edward wont call again. He believed her." My eyebrow shot even higher in strangled confusion.
"I. Dont. Understand..." I said slowly.
"He's going to Italy." Her voice sounded dead. And I FELT dead. My intuition flashed. I knew exactly what that meant. What seemed like a lifetime ago, Edward and I were sitting on the couch in this very room...discussing the Volturi.
Not unless you want to die...
The words rang in my ears. I felt hollow.
"NO!" I shreiked. "No, he cant! He cant do that!" Alice shook her head. She knew we were on the same page.
"He's already made up his mind."
YOU DONT HAVE TO RATE THIS CHAPTER, UNLESS YOU WANNA COMMENT ON STEPHANIE'S WORK^^
