AN: um..so..this is another story and over the weekend I will be updating everything that I have previously been working on. Work and school take a lot of my time. So this right here..is something. This is still Twilight, characters and all. Just something a little different.
Summary: Bella and Paul leave Forks due to unforeseen circumstances. They don't make it far from Washington when Bella's rust bucket stops in front of The Lakefield Estate, a used to be bed and breakfast. When bodies turn up mutilated and decapitated, it goes to show that maybe things are much, much out of the norm.
Chapter 1: Leaving is Easy
Bella POV
Driving is simple, like breathing. But this time driving was deafening. Everything fanned out and all I could see were the dirt rocks slowly decreasing in numbers as I left Jacob's house. I turned left, heading towards Forks. I had to leave. I pushed my truck to the hilt, pushing it as fast as it could go. The trees blurred together in a messy green that looked horrible. I slammed my foot on the break coming to a halting stop as the man before me stood breathing heavily. His quivering frame made me a little wary but the look in his eyes made me angry. Angry at this town. He stalked toward my truck and over toward the passenger side yanking the door open. He slammed it shut so hard, I though the window would shatter. "Drive Bella." Paul looked at me, his eyes losing the fire. "Please."
So I drove. I turned down my street coming to a stop in my drive way. The house was dark in its empty domain. It would always be dark. Charlie was gone and Jacob was no longer someone I considered a friend, a lover. He was nothing but a boy and would always be a boy.
I hopped out the truck, leaving it running as I made my way to the door. I pulled out my set of keys ready to put it in the key hole when I noticed the door was ajar. My heart sped up and I'm sure the wolf in the truck was staring as he wondered why my heart stuttered so randomly. I could feel his stare. Looking through the crack, I could see a person, and I knew they could see me. It was come in and get attacked or run and get attacked. I took a deep breath and whispered so softly that I'm sure Paul would've had a hard time hearing me. Someone was in my home, with the last bit of money tied in my name. I vowed not to touch Charlie's money. That was my father's, I loved him too much to do that.
"There's someone inside." I barely heard myself, but I felt the heat of Paul's body as he was suddenly behind me. He nudged me to the side and opened the door, holding his hand back. I stayed put as I rocked on my heels anxiously. I heard a small grunt and the breaking of glass and then silence. I didn't go in, until Paul came back out. He ushered me inside and I hesitantly walked up the stairs and looked at Paul for silent confirmation. "It's fine. Nobody else is here. Go. I'll take care of him." Paul was in the process of tying him up as the man sat gagged with a sock.
I ran upstairs noticing that my room was ransacked. I glided down to the floor, pulling up a new phone and a wad of cash. I stood, fixing things in place and walked to the back of my closet pulling out the large dufflebag of money and threw clothes in it and photos. I needed to start over. I pulled it over my shoulder and made my way to Charlie's as I grabbed a few clothes for Paul. I grabbed the picture of Charlie and I on the dresser and smiled.
After grabbing that, I walked down stairs to see no one and I looked outside to see Paul watching the trees as the man sat on the porch. He was sweating like crazy and I shook my head. "Let's go. I'll call the station after we leave." Paul and I got into my truck and I drove off once again. Paul sat silently as I drove. "Will you be okay? Away from La Push, and ...her?" I didn't say her name. No one did anymore. Not after all that happened. All Jacob did to while protect his brother, let is sister fuck someone else while Paul could only feel like echoes of pain, never really knowing what was going on. Paul snorted and nodded. "Yeah..where are we going?" I shrugged. "I don't know." I truly didn't.