DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters of Twilight/ New Moon. I only thought about continuing the story from the pivotal point on page 376, and my readers encouraged it. The characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.
New Moon: Pivotal Point
As the kiss ended, the kiss that was so very different than the others I had experienced in this dreary town, I decided to not focus on the prospect of love. I already knew I loved Jake. Whether the love I felt was the same as what I felt for Edward was a matter I wanted to avoid for now.
Opening my eyes, I noticed Jake's were already open, and he looked thoughtful. He shook his head and leaned forward once gain, pressing his warm lips to my forehead. He then turned around and opened his door, letting in a gust of cold wind.
He changed completely in that instant.
Jacob growled loudly, not the same human growl from tat first morning at the beach, where we talked about his being a wolf, but a true growl, worthy of a wolf's, and slammed shut the door at once, hand back at the key, still in the ignition, before I could get my voice to form the words I wanted to say.
"What is it?" I managed to rasp out, voice shaking slightly, because of his sudden rush to get away.
He didn't reply right away, pressing his foot down urgently on the accelerator, tires squealing loudly as we sped away from the house.
"Jacob!" I raised my voice slightly at him, though it scraped against my sore throat unpleasantly. "Tell me what's wrong."
"Vampire," he spit out.
The air in my lungs immediately whooshed out, causing me to have a short dizzy spell. "You're sure . . . ? How . . . ?" I whispered.
"I can smell it, Bella!" was his forced out response. "Damnit!" he cursed under his breath.
He pulled a wide u-turn, realizing we were heading in the wrong direction, away from La Push, our current destination—he had to warn his pack, of course.
As we got closer to my house again, going as fast as my old truck could handle, I noticed something sitting in the darkness across the street from the little building—a car. Passing by it, I gasped in realization. "Jacob, turn around . . ." I heard myself whisper.
Jacob glanced at me, alarmed that I though it was safe, that I wanted to go back to the place where a vampire was sitting around. "Are you nuts, Bella?!" he yelled.
"No, it's them, their car is . . . Jacob, it isn't Victoria!" I squealed out, feeling the horrid scratching at my throat again. "That's Carlisle's car, Jake! Take me back, I want to go back!"
As soon as I mentioned Carlisle, Jacob slammed on the brakes, visibly getting upset; shaking so violently I almost regretted saying it. I hurried to calm him.
"Jake, relax, nothing's wrong, it isn't dangerous . . . It's only them, stay calm. . ." my voice faded as I cautiously reached out to place a slightly trembling hand on his warm shoulder once his tremors stopped.
He was gasping for breath, resting his forehead on the steering wheel, muttering to himself. "Relax . . ." While he focused on that, I turned my head to gaze back at the car.
Why was Carlisle's car here? And was anyone with him . . . ? I mentally slapped myself. Stop hoping for the impossible. It won't ever happen . . . and you have Jake now, right? I distracted myself from the small sting of pain in my hollow chest. Carlisle was here, and that was enough. I was glad for that much, for the proof they still exist.
I tore my eyes off the black Mercedes when I heard the driver's door open, and felt the cool wind against my skin once more.
"Jacob?" I looked at him questioningly.
"Sorry, Bella but . . . I can't." I gasped as he looked at me, our eyes meeting. The previous warmth his eyes held was gone, his face twisted back into the bitter mask that I held so much hate for.
"What . . .?" I didn't quite understand. It was only Carlisle, after all. The most understanding one of them all . . .
"Bella, that isn't just . . . just a Cullen. Regardless of which one it is," a growl entered his voice for a short moment as he spoke, "we're enemies, and I can't be found on his land . . . We, my whole pack, can't be found here. The redheaded bloodsucker . . . we can't hunt her here anymore. I have to go let Sam and the others know," he told me in a cold, distant voice, putting the truck in neutral.
Before he turned away to get out of the cab of my truck, I caught a glimpse of the hurt in his eyes, before his mask hid it again. "Bye."
He jumped out of the truck carefully, then began jogging away, slightly shaking his head, his body shimmering as he fought his tremors once again.
For a moment, I couldn't move. What did I just do . . . ?
That thought couldn't keep me still for long.
I quickly slid across the seat, closed the door, and put the truck back in gear. I pulled a wide u-turn and headed back to my house, parking in my usual place in the driveway once I got there.
Cutting the headlights off, turning the truck off and removing my key from the ignition, I opened the door of my truck. I hopped out, making sure to not slip on the wet ground; it was very dark now. In Charlie's rush, he must have forgotten the porch light.
As my shaky hands reached above the door for the key, my thoughts went to Jacob. What if I had caused him permanent damage, and broken his trust? What if he never forgives me . . . ?
I forced those painful thoughts from my mind as I wrapped a hand around the doorknob, bringing the key down to unlock it.
It turned with ease, unlocked already in my grasp. I pushed the door open gently. The hallway was dark as night.
Reaching for the light switch slowly with my still-shaking hand, I bit back to urge to call out a greeting. I already knew the house wasn't empty. Suddenly Jacob's words from earlier came back into my mind, his voice ringing out inside my head as I recognized the darkness of the hallway—it was like the black water of today's "adventure." She took off into the water, his voice reminded me. The bloodsuckers have the advantage there. That's why I raced home—I was afraid she was going to double back swimming.
I froze completely as this sunk in. I had been trying to figure out what that flaming color was on the water's surface, since it could not have been an actual flame . . . Victoria's hair, exactly like the orange-red flames of a fire, flowing about in the wind. . .
I nearly collapsed as I realized she was right there with us. I couldn't even fathom what might have happened had it only been me and Jacob there, without Sam there. . .
Suddenly the light was switched on, even though, in my frozen state, I hadn't yet found the switch.
The sudden brightness caused me to see spots for a moment, and I looked up to see that someone had been waiting for me to return home.
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This is the first installment of the rest of New Moon. I've decided to name this little project Pivotal Point, because that's how it happened . . . the story would have a completely different ending had Bella kissed him. Time to see what would have happened. Please let me know what you think!!
Always yours,
Chastity Kikaju
