Disclaimer: I do not have the privilege nor honor of owning this brilliant story that is Twilight. Nor it's sequels, which is quite unfortunate. Of course I do own this plotline.

Thank you ColourBlue. I know this chapter was long and quite bothersome.

Warning: A lot of the things in this chapter feel random, but by the end of the chapter most of them will make sense; Most of them, but not all.

Reminder: Trent is Will's father's name.

Chapter 10: A Nonlethal Explosion with a Fatal Crack

September 13, 2007

Bella watched in amazement as Will pieced together various gizmos and gadgets, a bomb slowly forming beneath his fingers.

"How did you learn to do that?" She asked as she stood up from the lumpy hotel chair to get a better view of what he was doing.

"Internet," Will answered simply as Bella came closer. She noted that he was wearing gloves so that he would leave no fingerprints. "You might want to keep your distance. I'm about to add the C4." Bella took a step backwards. "I still don't understand why you want to be the one to set up the bomb in the warehouse. I'd rather do it myself so that you're not in any danger." Bella blushed slightly at the caring undertone in his voice.

"I'm fully capable of following simple instructions." Bella grumbled as she skimmed over the sloppy instructions he had written on the hotel stationary.

"You're avoiding the question. Why don't you want me to set up the bomb?" Will asked as he cut a wire, "Hand me those pliers." Bella tossed them to him while avoiding his gaze.

"It's my 'death'. I want to make sure it goes completely according to plan." He grunted in response. In truth the only reason Bella wanted to handle the dangerous explosives by herself was just incase the Cullens, on some off chance, decided to investigate her death. She didn't want anyone's scent other then her own to be there in case they tried to track it.


Bella found herself gazing out the window at the setting sun, trying not to think about all the pain her parents were probably in because of her absence.

She sighed longingly as the sun finally dipped below the horizon and mentally wished for their safety.

Aaren walked into the room holding two bags of fast food.

"You guys hungry?" She asked as she set a bag between them and pulled out her own greasy hamburger from the other.

"What no drinks?" Will said playfully as he set down the pliers and took off his gloves.

"I only had two hands and since you were working on the bomb, Bella can't be seen, and your dad is getting us airplane tickets I had to get all the food myself. You should just be glad I got you your fries." Aaren said in an annoyed voice before taking a big bite of her pickleless hamburger.

"You know you don't have to eat anymore since you've drank from the fountain of youth," Will stated after finishing the burger, licking his fingers before he started on the large container of deliciously salted fries.

"I'm aware, but that doesn't mean that I have to. I like eating."

Aaren proved her point by eating a handful of Will's fries.

"I'm going to bed." Bella said abruptly. She stood up and tossed the messy burger wrapper in the trashcan.

"Here let me escort you." Will said before he stood up and brushed the crumbs off his dark grey shirt.

"It's just across the hall. I don't need your help finding my way."

He ignored her and stuck out his arm in a gentlemanly fashion. Bella rolled her eyes at his childishness but still looped her arm around his. They walked the short span to Bella's and Aaren's shared room. Bella pulled out her key card and unlocked the door. She glanced back at Will who looked like he was waiting for something. "Can you do me a favor Will?" He nodded eagerly in reply.

"Yeah, whatever you want Bella. What is it?" He didn't know what to expect from her, but all he wanted was to fulfill her every whim.

"Can you finish the bomb tonight? It's really important to me that it be finished by tomorrow." Will was surprised by the randomness of her request.

"Sure, no problem." It was a problem actually. He'd have to work all night and grab a few more supplies from the local gas station if he wanted to have it done by tomorrow.

"Thank you," she answered quietly and Bella surprised him by kissing him on the cheek before she quickly retreated into her room with a hasty good bye.

Will touched the spot that she kissed with his hand. Even after nearly a year had passed since he had kissed her last he still got that indescribable feeling when ever she was around.


Bella hurried into her hotel room. She leaned against the door blushing, still in shock over the fact that she had kissed Will. It wasn't that she didn't know if Will liked her, because that she could tell. He had that same look that Mike, Jacob, and Edward had in their eyes whenever they gazed at her. It was her own feeling she was unsure of. Feelings were one of the many things she tried to avoid thinking about since Edward left.

Bella quickly looked through the peep hole on the door. Will was still there with his hand pressed against his cheek and a goofy smile dominating his features as he slowly turned around and wandered to his own hotel room.

As the door closed on the other side of the hallway Bella pushed off her hotel door and made her way towards the bed. She flopped down and grabbed the remote, flipping to the local news. Tonight though, Bella's kidnapping was not the headline story, but rather a recent shooting in Seattle. Bella expected as much: after all, she was just one person in a sea of many.

With a long sigh Bella turned the TV off and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and take a quick shower. When she walked back out of the steamy bathroom she found Aaren reading a book in her bed.

Aaren looked up from her book. "What did you do to Will? When he came back to the room he was grinning like a poor man who just found out he got a big tax rebate."

"I didn't do anything to him." Bella muttered as she tucked herself in under the covers. "Maybe he remembered how to fix the bomb up better for a bigger explosion or something." She said too tired to make up a better lie.

"Mmh, I'm sure." Aaren said incredulously. Bella snuggled deeper into the comforter and stared at the clock trying to fall asleep. The only noise in the room was the occasional turning of pages from Aaren's bed and the soft whooshing of the air conditioner overhead. The clock struck midnight just as Bella's eyelids began to droop.

'Just one more day.' Bella thought before she drifted off into a dreamless sleep.


It was twelve hours later when Bella finally woke up groggily. Rubbing here eyes, she realized Aaren was nowhere to be seen. Shrugging and figuring she had gone out on a food run; Bella got up and headed toward the bathroom.

When she was all cleaned up she headed to Will's room, only to find that he was still sleeping. Not wanting to awaken him, Bella closed the door silently behind her, but Will still stirred and rolled over, waking up.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. I just came over to look at the instructions again." Bella looked at the desk where she had set the sheet down last night, but it was missing.

Will yawned, "That's fine Bella, I needed to get up anyways. The instructions are over here." He pulled a piece of paper off of his nightstand. "I rewrote them last night since I knew they were a bit too messy to be readable." Bella grabbed the paper from him and sat on his bed reading the instructions. She could feel Will watching her.

"I should plant the bomb today." Bella said, but Will only shrugged in response.

"That's fine. I'll drive you to the trail that leads to the warehouse but you'll have to hoof it from there. You know, I still think that I should be the one to set the bomb."

"Well that's too bad: I'm going to be the one to do it not you or Aaren. And go take a shower for goodness sake. I can smell you from here."

Will sniffed his armpits and cringed.

"Whoa, I do smell." He stood up and headed to the shower. He was only wearing a pair of dark red boxers.

"Idiot," Bella said to herself for staring at his retreating form. The shower started running. "Do you know where Aaren went?" She shouted over the roar of the water.

"I think she told me something, but I was half asleep so I have no idea.

Check if she left a note." Bella looked around, but she couldn't find one.

"I can't find one." Bella shouted, but Will didn't reply. A few minutes later the water turned off and Will came out with a towel around his waist and another he was rubbing through his wet hair. Bella quickly glanced down at his six-pack and happy trail while he was occupied with his hair.

"So did you find a note?" He asked as he dug through his bag for clean clothes.

"No, I guess she went out for more food or something." Will nodded and pulled out clean clothes then went back into the bathroom to change.

Waiting for him to finish changing, Bella pulled out a piece of stationary and wrote: 'Will and I went to go do you know what. We'll be back soon. From B.'

"You ready to go?" Will asked as he stepped out of the bathroom in fresh clothes and grabbed the car keys and bomb.

"Yeah," she replied as she folded the paper in half and laid it on Will's pillow. Will peeked out the door to make sure there was no one there before making his way to the car with Bella in tow.

The car ride was silent except for the radio and the light pattering of raindrops, and Will kept glancing over at Bella every few minutes. They finally arrived at one of the many dirt roads that led to trails and Bella got out of the car.

"You sure you don't want me to do it?" Will asked for the last time.

"I'm sure," she said, growing annoyed with his insistence, "Don't worry, just wait in the car," Bella continued as she pulled out the bomb from the back of the car and put it in a backpack. "I'll be back in a half an hour," She finished, slamming the trunk closed with anger.

Bella started off down the trail. Her mind wandering from memory to memory before stopping at the last time she went hiking. It had been with Edward.

That had been such a wonderful day. It was such a vivid memory that Bella didn't notice the tears that slowly rolled down her cheeks and mixed with the rain.

After a few minutes she reached the warehouse. Oddly enough, the front door was unlocked and Bella made her way inside the building, inhaling the odorous scent of mold and cardboard that filled the air.

Bella set up the bomb in the middle of the warehouse following Will's instructions word by word. She set the timer carefully, double and triple checking everything before leaving.

As she was nearing the exit, a stack of old papers caught her eye and an idea was born. She grabbed one of the papers and headed outside. It had stopped raining. Taking off her one of her gloves she pulled out Will's pliers from the bag and a damp stick from the ground. Bella nipped her left thumb with the pliers and used the stick to write the sentence that she knew would hurt many. She could only hope that it would reach the right people.

Bella replaced her glove and put a nearby stone on top of the paper.

The walk back to the car felt longer then to the warehouse with nothing to distract her from what could come from what she had done.


"Everything go okay?" Will asked as Bella slid into her seat.

"Yeah fine." She answered quietly without looking at him. Her voice sounded dead. Will frowned and started the car. For the entire car ride Bella didn't look at him once, instead she just gazed out the window at the passing blurs. It made Will uneasy.

"When did you set the timer for?" Will asked, hoping to break the gloom that had settled around her.

Bella squirmed slightly in her seat. "1:05 A.M. I doubt anyone will be awake to see it, but by the morning it will be a big pile of smoldering ash with no remains," she stated simply before turning back to the window.

"Good idea." As they pulled into the parking lot Will spotted Aaren's rental car. "Aaren's back. I hope she brought breakfast."

"It's technically lunch time." Bella said under her breath as they made their way to Will's room where they found Aaren and Will's dad sitting in separate chairs watching TV.

"It's about time you two got back. I thought we were going to miss our flight," Aaren said.

"Are we leaving already?" Bella asked surprised.

"Yeah," Will replied, "We've finished all the things we needed to here."

"I guess. . ." Bella wasn't completely sure if she wanted to leave

Forks again, but she knew she needed to let it go. She could always come back and visit it in a few years.

"You're staying here right dad?" Will asked and Bella turned her attention to Will's father, surprised by the question.

"You're staying here?" Bella said with a bit of anger. If she wasn't going to stay in Forks she didn't want anyone from her new life to be here.

"Yeah, just to make sure everything goes fine. I'll probably catch up with you in a few days time."

"Bella, I already packed your bag. We should probably leave now if you two want to pick up something to eat," Aaren said and Bella nodded mutely in reply.

"Oh, just one question before you head out: What time did you two set the bomb for?"

"1:05 tomorrow morning," Will replied, "Bye dad."


Trent Vine watched as his son and two lovely ladies exited the room. He sat back down in the chair and flipped through the TV channels, just trying to pass the time. He had to make sure everything went according to plan.

After an hour of clicking he grew bored and decided to head up to Forks to eat at a diners.

He sped down the highway paying no heed to the speed limit until the sound of police sirens caused him to pull over. A slightly overweight man with dark brown hair and purple bags under his eyes from countless nights of sleeplessness stepped out of the cop car.

"Do you know how fast you were speeding?" The police officer asked once he reached the driver's side window.

"Oh, was I speeding officer? I'm sorry. I guess I was off in my own little world." Trent shrugged with a smile.

The police man sighed too tired to care about the man's law breaking.

"That's Chief to you. I guess I'll let you off with a warning this time, but don't let me catch you speeding again."

"Will do Chief," Trent said before pulling off.

He arrived at an IHOP five minutes later. He took a seat near the front so he could people watch. After ordering some waffles he watched as a small family of three walked in. The older woman was around his age with long dark black hair and obvious Indian origins. She had her two children with her. Or at least Trent assumed they were her kids. His eyes glanced over the son before landing on the daughter. She was around the same age as Bella and had the same hair as her mother. In other words, she was absolutely beautiful.

Trent pulled his eyes away from the little family when his order came, instead choosing to focus on the waffles in front of him.


Leah Clearwater pulled up to the IHOP with her mother and little brother in the car.

Her small hands were clenched against the steering wheel. Ever since the Cullens had returned the whole pack had been on edge and the fact that the whole of Forks was still panicking because a local had been kidnapped did little to help.

They walked into the restaurant, chattering senselessly about a recent family gathering.

"I'm going to the bathroom," Leah said halfway through her meal. As she walked to the restrooms a man with black hair caught her eye. She felt herself freeze in place, all thoughts about going to the bathroom lost when she sucked in a large gasp of humid air.

Leah had just done something that only Quil had done with Clair and Sam had done with Emily: She had imprinted.


September 18, 2007

Trent Vine was in hog heaven. He hadn't been this happy since his late wife passed away after she gave birth to their second child. Everything was going too perfect. The bomb had gone off in a blaze of glory, there was nothing left of the warehouse, they had found the Patron, and to top it all off he had fallen in love. She was perfect for him. As of late, his every thought had been of Leah.

He still hadn't told her about his other life, but he was planning on doing it today.

"What are we doing today?" Leah purred into his ear as she let the bed sheet fall off her naked form.

"Today is that meeting I told you about." Trent said and Leah sighed.

"What's going to happen after the meeting?" Trent tilted his head slightly confused with her question. "I mean what's going to happen with us once your meeting is done. Isn't that the whole reason you came down here?" Leah looked down playing with the sheets with her hands, doing her best to avoid Trent's gaze.

Trent cupped her face in his hands and brought his lips to hers. "I could never leave you Leah, you know I love you. The meeting is only an hour long and when I get back we can go to the beach." He kissed her again.

"Until then," She whispered as he exited the room.

In truth Trent wasn't going to a meeting; he was actually going to Bella's funeral. He just had to know what kind of life Bella was leaving behind.

The funeral had already started by the time he arrived. People were standing around the large hole as they lowered the empty coffin into the ground.

Trent stood on the outskirts as everyone around him cried on each other's shoulder.


Edward watched as the priest talked, unable to move his eyes from the empty coffin. His whole family was beside him and they too were staring at the same spot.

Thoughts assaulted Edward from all sides, but he tried to drown them out. He never wanted to hear anyone's thoughts ever again. He wanted to be alone; he wanted to die. But most of all, he wanted to kill Victoria and Laurent.

Charlie's angry thoughts were the loudest.

'I can't believe that he showed up! The nerve of that kid! If I had my gun I swear to God I'd shoot him. Does he have any idea what his leaving did to Bella?' Charlie's thoughts suddenly switched focus. 'Where have I seen that guy before? And what the hell is he doing at my daughter's funeral? Wait, that's the guy I pulled over the day before my baby's death.' Charlie's thoughts stuttered. 'I bet he did it.' His last thought before Edward stopped listening was barely a whisper.

Edward's eyes zoned in on the man Charlie was staring at. In a flash that no one other then the other Cullens noticed Edward was gone. He grabbed the man and carried him into the forest.

"What did you to her?" Edward shouted as he held the man by his shoulders. The man's thoughts became panicked and jumbled.

"Edward let him go!" Carlisle shouted as he tried to pry Edward off the man but he wouldn't budge.

"He knows something Carlisle, I can feel it!" Edward shouted, "What did you to her, damn it?" He pushed the man against a tree with too much force and a sickeningly loud crack sounded through out the forest as the man fell to the ground.

One last thought ran through his head before he died.

'I'm sorry Leah.'

Long chapters like this usually happen when I have a lot of ideas I want to smash into one chapter, but no chapter ending that would fit together so I keep writing till I think of something. I'm so jealous of this one author. She has male readers. I want male readers!

I loved this chapters ending. Leah needed some love. Unfortunately love is fleeting. Review!