I don't own anything Twilight. Everything belongs to Stephenie Meyers. No copyright infringement intended. I'm just playing around with her creation.

***TISSUE WARNING***

Previously: Bella goes into hysterics at learning the truth. Rosalie tells Bella about her past. Edward learns of Bella's attackers demise and tells Jacob that Bella is 'dead'. Tanya stopped from killing Jacob, she's eventually allowed to go see Bella.

Chapter 11: Questions Not Answered

Jacob's Point of View

Upon gazing on my best friend, I had been rendered completely speechless and totally immobile. I had hoped to find her but was dreading what I would find. I had braced myself for the possibility of her being dead but I was unprepared for the concept of her being undead.

Her pale white skin, her golden eyes, and the sickly sweet and pungent odor – all of that, signified her as my enemy.

To say I was shocked to see her, hand in hand with that lying, chaos inducing sack of shit was an understatement. I knew she still loved him immensely but I never would have guessed she would forgive him so quickly. When I learned she actually had amnesia, I felt my chest constrict at the knowledge that her memories had been unwittingly and painfully restored by me.

After Bella had fled into the house, her vampire boyfriend assaulted and informed me about Bella's tragic change. If I had known months ago what I know now, I would have taken my time and painfully tore those three nomads apart, inch by gory inch.

Now… now…I had to inform her family of her so-called death. How in the world am I supposed to break Charlie's hope of never seeing his daughter again? I believe that no matter how I tell him she's dead, he'll be relieved to know he doesn't have to worry about her anymore and she's at peace. However, the difficult part is telling him how she died.

I spent nearly a week traveling back towards Washington slowly while meandering around, drawing out my time to think up a plan. A way to inform Charlie of his daughters' passing while still being caring without being so dramatic and gruesome will be essential in this scenario.

I was outside Seattle's cities limits and a phased back to two legs so I could safely enter the town and maybe get something to eat. Carrying around a backpack in my mouth has been annoying but I'm glad it allowed me to bring pants, shirts and shoes with me.

Once I was fully dressed, I walked down the streets of the large city looking for a quick place to grab a bite to eat. Another minute passed and I walked into a nearby McDonalds and placed my order. The eyes of the unfortunate girl behind the counter enlarged as she repeated back my order of three Big Mac, two fries and a shake.

With food in hand, sitting at a small table, I dove in. I bit into the huge juicy hamburger and moaned in pleasure, deer and rabbit were not very good raw. I stopped mid chew when some high school girl sat down behind me and started crying.

"I don't understand, he was always so careful on his motorcycle," the first girl sobbed loudly.

"I know, but they said it wasn't Ethan's fault. The car cut him off and he lost control," the second girl tried to calm the other.

The first girl wailed louder, I could literally hear the tears hitting the table, damn super wolf hearing. "God, why did he have to drive that stupid thing? I told him not to."

Another girl chirped in "Is it true that he looked so bad they had to cremate him?"

Wow, she was extremely insensitive. I'd hate to see... wait…cremate, that might work. Bella was in an accident and dies and they cremate her. Hmm, now I need to work out the finer points of this plan. So I quickly wolfed down the rest of my food and sprinted outside

I need to have some proof as to Bella's person and a story. First, let's worry about the evidence. I glanced up and down the street for a store that would have something I could use as an urn.

This was my lucky day. There was a Goodwill store at the end of the street. I ran inside and swiftly browsed the aisles. Nestled in behind some vases was a rounded bowl like vase with a locking lid. I snagged it up, made my purchase and exited the store.

Right about now, I was glad I packed my wallet into my backpack.

On a sad note, I now needed to fill the urn with Bella's remains.

Still as a human, I hiked out of town toward a nearby campground. After rounding up some wood, I found an empty fire pit and went to work getting a fire going. I burned the wood down until it was just a pile of ash. I hope that there was no way to get DNA from ashes, because there isn't any.

I sat for several hours, rooting around in the ashes, mixing them up so they could cool down faster. While I sat and waited, I thought over my plan on what to tell Charlie about his daughter, my best friend...my enemy.

Charlie's Point of View

I was not expecting to see a six foot something Quileute boy sitting on my porch steps when I arrived home. Tomorrow would be Christmas so I should have known he'd be around.

He was sitting there, in the falling snow, his foot vibrating anxiously and a box about a square foot to his right. I had hoped to see Bella what with the impending holiday tomorrow but she was never one for celebrating, much like me.

I sat in the car, staring at Jacob for several minutes. When he finally glanced up at me with a heartbroken expression, I finally killed the engine. The look in his eyes was miserable and foreboding and it gave me the strongest feeling of a bad omen.

I walked toward him at a snail's pace, pulling my keys from my pocket. "Hey Jake, what brings you by?"

Jake stood up and straightened his back and his height was very disconcerting. "Um, I have news of Bella," his eyes immediately dropped to the ground in front of him, this was not a good sign.

After unlocking the front door, I led him inside and to the couch. I sat in the recliner while he took up most of the space on the small sofa. His eyes remained trained on the box in his hands then he closed them for several minutes, obviously trying to sort out his words.

"Just say it Jake, the silence is worse!" I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back against the cushion.

He took an enormous breath and let it out then his eyes slowly opened and focused on me. "I found her."

Part of my heart jumped into my throat and the other part fell into my stomach at his words. He said he found her but it was obvious that she wasn't with him. I remained silent and nodded my head for him to continue.

"I found her in a hospital in Alaska. I identified a picture they took. From what the staff told me of the Jane Doe is that a Good Samaritan found her on the side of the road, beaten very badly and unconscious. She had internal bleeding that required surgery but unfortunately, there was some stuff they found later they couldn't fix, she died a week later. I arrived three days later, and they gave me this once I had told them who she was and my relation to her," Jake slowly handed me the box and I hesitantly took it.

Having worked for the police force for as long as I have I knew in my head what the box contained but my heart was screaming that it wasn't true. I slowly pealed back the top flaps and gazed numbly down at the ceramic container.

"I hope you don't mind that I bought her a better vase, the one they gave was...kind of depressing," I shook my head in reply to his question. "Well, I'll go ahead and head toward home, I'll tell dad you said hi."

I nodded slightly and stayed seated on the couch as Jacob left. I stared down at the small container that held my only daughter, my only child. At least she wasn't in any pain anymore, which was the only good thing about this whole ordeal.

I had to swallow several times just to keep from losing my lunch. I dreaded what I needed to do next but it needed to done, she needed to know.

Holding onto the box tightly, I stood up and walked into the kitchen. I pulled the urn out of the box and placed it on the countertop. I did absolutely nothing but stare at it for probably an hour, still in shock that my little girl was gone. With a shaky hand, I reached for the phone and pressed the numbers for my ex-wife.

I was a bit surprised when it was picked up on the second ring. "Hello?"

"Hello, Renee..."

"Oh, Charlie, please tell me they found her?" there was so much hope in her voice it was heartbreaking, I had to do this.

I took a deep breath to calm my rattled nerves. "Yes, Jake found her..."

"Where was she? Is she all right? Why did she leave? Was she with that Edwin boy? Is she there now?" She rambled off question after question without letting me answer one first.

"RENEE!" She went silent then. "She was in Alaska, no she's not alright, she was kidnapped, no she wasn't with Edward and yes she's here."

"She is, let me talk to her!" It was practically an order.

"I can't do that," please let her get it without me having to say it aloud.

"Why not, is she sleeping?" No such luck I guess.

"Because Renee, she's incapable of speaking now," please don't let her be so naive, for once.

There was an extremely long pause then a sharp intake of breath. "It's not because her throat is sore is it?"

I don't know why but I shook my head and gazed at the vase again before I closed my eyes as tightly as I could get them. "No, it isn't."

"Charlie...no..." her voice has grown incredibly shaky.

"There was internal bleeding, the doctors tried to help but they..." I couldn't finish the sentence. I heard the phone clatter to the ground as Renee let out a gut wrenching wail. She may have been flighty but she does love her daughter, very much so.

After about half an hour of listening to her cry, I managed to calm her enough to retell what Jacob had told me. I then agreed to send her half of Bella's ashes so we could both always have our daughter with us. With consoling over, we said our goodbyes and hung up.

I returned the phone to the receiver then gripped the edge of the counter as my breathing became labored and heavy. I gasped repeatedly and fought for oxygen that didn't want to fill my lungs. Still having a death grip on the counter, I fell to my knees and let the last five months bare down on me.

No matter how much I tried, the tears would not stop. I'm sure after nearly two hours of sobbing, I was dehydrated so I pulled myself offer to the sink and grabbed a glass of water. Water may not be my favorite beverage but I knew when dehydrated, beer wasn't the best choice of drink.

Glass in hand, I stumbled over to the couch and stared at the blank TV screen. I rested my head on the back of the couch and stared up at the brown ceiling. One thought kept running through my mind.

At least she wasn't suffering anymore.

Bella's Point of View

Why me, what did I do to deserve this? Fall in love with a vampire, would willingly give him my humanity in exchange for an eternity with him, or maybe it was because no matter what the circumstances - I would never forget him.

After Rosalie's little talk, Tanya and Esme had shown up to check on me also. They were both in a panic of how I was doing, how I felt about learning the truth and were my emotions were, based on everything. It took me quite a while to get them calmed down and reassured that for the most part, I was fine – I just needed to do a lot of thinking.

That is why I had locked myself in my room, sat in the center of the bed, head resting on my knees - thinking and reflecting. After nearly a week of keeping to myself and letting my families worry endlessly about my welfare not to mention the growing burn in my throat that was slowly convincing me to join the land of the un-living.

I glanced up toward the door, looking but not seeing, I barely even registered the objects that seemed to be floating around the room. I was so lost in thought and confused as to what to do now that all I could think about doing was sit and wallow. I returned my head to my knees and returned to my wallowing.

There was a faint knock on the door and my head snapped up immediately. There was the sound of several things crashing to the floor all at once but I was focused on the person that had dared to knock on my door.

"Bella, are you okay? What was that crashing sound?" Tanya asked worriedly. "Honey, it's been a week now, please come out and join us."

Her voice was pleading, begging me to come out of my self-induced purgatory. Is this how Edward was before me? Always alone and wallowing in self-pity? I flinched and gritted my teeth at that thought – I did not want to be like Edward in that way.

I slowly crawled to my feet then made my way to the door and slowly pried it open. A weak smiling Tanya greeted me.

"We'll all help you through this, you're not alone in the slightest," her words were touching and I threw myself at her, wrapping my arms around her neck as the sobbing started again. "Think you're strong enough to make an appearance?" She gazed down at me and winced. "And maybe go out hunting?"

I smiled meekly at her question and joke then nodded. I knew my eyes had to be almost completely black by now. Tanya took my hand affectionately then gently pulled me down the stairs and into the living room.

Just as I remember, Emmett and Jasper were glued to the TV playing games; Alice was flipping through a bible sized fashion magazine. Esme, Kate and Carmen were talking amongst themselves in the kitchen, Carlisle and Eleazar were debating about my possible gift. I heard Rosalie clanking around in the garage and Edward had his head laid down on the chessboard, rolling an overturned queen back and forth.

"Who wants to join us on a hunt?" Tanya asked as she stared into my black eyes.

As predicted, Edward was on his feet in a flash and so was Alice but she sprinted over to me and wrapped a tiny arm around my left arm then whispered quietly against my shoulder. "You'll be alright, trust me."

I vaguely remembered being told as a human that no one ever bet against Alice. I nodded in acknowledgment and smiled weakly down at her. "Shall we hunt, I'm very thirsty."

"Well it has been about three weeks since you hunted last little sis," Emmett stated before his booming laughter rattled the windows.

I gave him a weak smile also and slowly allowed Alice to pull me toward the back door. Once outside I allowed the fresh air to fill my lungs. The smell of pines and new fallen snow smelled heavenly. When a gentle hand grasped my shoulder from behind, I startled and sprang off the porch, growling at my unknown assailant.

Edward stared down at me, his hands held up in surrender and he was mouthing sorry repeatedly. He slowly descended the steps when my growling stopped but my gaze stayed locked on him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. You have nothing to be fearful of, I'll never hurt you and the ones that did this to you were taken care of."

I completely relaxed but I continued to stare at Edward, him telling me that the real monsters responsible in my tragedy were taken care of confused me. "What do you mean?"

"I'm saying that the three that...the wolves destroyed them," what was he talking about? "What wolves? I'm totally confused," I shook my head from side to side. Maybe if I shook my head hard enough, maybe things would start to make sense.

Edward looked at me surprised. "You didn't know about the Quileutes? When vampires are near, some of the Quileute boys shift into werewolves..." he trailed off and his face turned a little sad. "And they're capable of killing us. They found your attackers and killed them."

I stared at him, dumbfounded by his explanation. He looked glad, disappointed, saddened and furious all at the same time. I was especially pleased to hear that these wolves had torn...and...and...apart, I couldn't even say their names. Suddenly shame took over my body I felt sick. The wolves knew what happened to me, they knew I was... I ran out the back door and dry heaved into the pristine white snow below me.

"Bella?" Edward rushed to my side, rubbing my back during my violent reaction. "What's wrong?"

"The wolves knew what happened? They knew I was-"

"No they didn't. They just know that your scent vanished from the boathouse but they didn't know how," Edward interrupted me quickly, eager to make me feel better. "When Jacob showed up the other week, that's when he learned about how you were turned."

I kneeled in the snow, staring at the white mounds of frozen water flakes. He said the wolves had killed them so how did Jake fit into this. I sat and thought deeply as Edward continued to console me. Wolves, dead, Jake, wolves, change, killed, Jake...

Like a cartoon, I could see the light bulb before me turning on. "Jake's a wolf isn't he?" Edward nodded in a noncommittal way but it was a nod nonetheless. Sure why couldn't werewolves exist, I mean vampires do, I was nonliving proof of that. Heck maybe even dragons and ghosts exist too.

"Bella, are you going to be alright?" The worry in Edward's eyes was deep and evident.

I slowly got to my feet and brushed the still solid snow from my jeans. "Sure why wouldn't I be, just because I learn that my best friend was secretly a shape shifting beast and my cold-hearted, ex-boyfriend who for all intents and purposes left me for dead a year ago is a vampire, I'm perfectly fine," Edward flinched and downcast his eyes in shame at my words.

Anger filled me and I had to vent on something other than family so I stalked angrily into the forest. As soon as I was within the trees, I noticed a strawberry blond woman approaching from my right.

"Where have you been?" I asked angrily.

"Alice said to leave you two for a minute. She said you two needed a moment alone," Tanya spoke delicately and sorrowfully.

"Gee thanks," I didn't know what else to say in response.

My life these last few weeks had gone from blinding bliss to absolute horror in one point three seconds and I didn't know how to get past it. Before my abduction, I was starting to accept the reality that my fantastic boyfriend was never going to come back because he had grown bored with me and didn't love anymore, and now, now, he was back in my life. However, did he really feel something for me again or was it just pity for the poor amnesiac newborn vampire?

My head and heart were at war again over the same thing they always fought about, Edward.

Chapter End Notes:

I know this was a sad chapter, but at least Charlie and Renee have closure now, right. Just a warning, this story is only going to be 15 chapters long which means 3 more chapters and an epilogue. Please don't freak out on me because of it.