Some things are never forgotten...
There was no Renesme...
Edward had never returned...
Alice hadn't had the vision of Bella dying... she had had no vision whatsoever... and would never have....
Bella had fallen for Jacob yet everything was soon to change...
Leaving the warmth of Jacob's arm, Bella left the werewolf sleeping. Carefully leaving the room she made her exit quiet, trying not to awake Jacob or alert his father that she had stayed the night. Envying Jacob's quick escapes via her bedroom window, she knew that with her attraction to the A & E wing of the hospital and her lack of balance, she was lucky if she even managed to run without tripping. Tiptoeing down the stairs, Bella shrugged her jacket on as the front door silently closed behind her.
A cold breeze swept across the beach. The overcast clouds caused the sun to disappear. Shoving her hand in her pockets, Bella strolled across the moist sand, leaving a trail of footprints behind her. The bitter wind made her hair whip against her pale cheeks. Brushing the stray strands aside, she shuddered, hugging her coat tightly against her. The weather was worsening.
Glancing towards the ocean, she watched as the waves crashed violently against the shore. Past memories resurfaced in her mind. Determined to rid herself of the ugly thoughts, Bella found herself tossing pebbles, sending wave after wave of ripples through the water. Suppressing a shiver, Bella fought the memories, past emotions that she had long since buried. A sense of calm swept through her as she centred her thoughts on Jacob.
Human or not, he had quickly become her favourite person. She knew that the damage caused by those whom she had once considered family, would never heal yet Jacob, her werewolf friend had slowly mended her. Even if at first it was purely friendship, Bella couldn't deny her feelings presently. She loved him, as much as her mangled heart could. It wasn't just friendship or love but a mixture of both plus a brotherly/sisterly connection. In her mind, Jacob was the only reason she was still in one piece.
Even though she had calmed herself and had finally accepted the pain, Bella's mind occasionally wandered to what had been, what could have been, if he had stayed, Edward. Abandoned in the forest he had left her to die. An emotional wreck, Bella had Sam and his pack to thank for being alive. The weeks following had been difficult. Her mind still clung desperately to the dreams of Edward. Hate coursed through her as she internally blamed the entire pack for the departure of her beloved Cullens. Still deluded with her hopes about the vampires returning, it wasn't till an unwelcomed visit from a certain vampire, Laurent, that Bella finally realised what Edward truly was, a liar, a cold blooded, deceiving, heartless liar. He had promised her dreams, hopes, love. Yet with Laurent cornering her in the forest, Bella found to her relief, Jacob becoming her saviour.
Drawing back from her memories, she realised that it had started to rain. Yanking her hood up, Bella froze as the distinct words echoed around her.
"Who's to save you now?" the voice menacingly chuckled. Shaking, she slowly turned to meet her visitor.
"Victoria" Bella answered, her voice small.
"And I thought you'd forget... There's no one to save you now. No Edward. No Jacob. Nobody. How does it feel knowing that you're alone and you have them to blame for your death...?" The red headed vampire almost sang her words, her eyes transforming to black.
"My death?"
"Correct" the vampire smiled as her lips curled up intentionally, revealing the razor-sharp tips of her fangs.