Chapter 11

"Every animal leaves traces of what it was; man alone leaves traces of what he created."

- Jacob Bronowski (1908 - 1974)

Normal POV

The night was wet and windy, and a man with brown hair that went down to his ears was walking towards a lake that was across from the waterfall. He stopped walking when he saw someone lying on the ground, the water washing up and down her feet. She had long, black hair that was covering her sleeping face. She was wearing a white dress under her black cloak but there was blood.

"Rebecca," he whispered as he bent down to her.

He put her body on his lap and her head lay on his arm. She opened her eyes slowly when she heard his voice and smiled when she saw her angel in front of her. He promised her that he would be there for her and now he is.

"Caleb," she whispered sadly.

He started to cry as he rested his head on her shoulder, burying it in the side of her neck, and Rebecca weakly lifted her arms to wrap around him. She forced her eyes to remain open but that was a battle she was losing. Caleb moved his ear to her chest, resting it over her heart. Both could feel it slowing down, losing beats.

He lifted his head and fused his lips to hers, kissing her deeply, desperately. Surely, there was something he could do to stop this. There was something but he was too late. Rebecca was dying and Caleb was afraid of how he would survive without her. He survived without her for centuries because she wasn't born yet. But now, he was afraid.

"I will find you again," Caleb whispered to her as he stared at her beautiful face. "No matter what, I will find you again."

"Never let go," she whispered her eyes closed.

"I promise." He promised.

Rebecca's eyes fluttered open one last time, looking into the pools of black, before she took her last breath and soon, became limp. Tears rolled from Caleb's eyes as he held his wife, his angel, rocking her and kissing her hair. He clung to her tightly, not letting her go….never letting her go. Suddenly, an inhumanly cry came from his lips and thunder came.


Bella's POV

I woke up again in sitting position on my bed. I looked at my clock and realized that I slept only an hour. It could have been a dream and nothing more but I knew in my gut that it wasn't. I got out of bed and found my drawings. One of them I drew after I took a shower, before I heard Edward's voice in my house. It was a drawing of werewolves and vampires on a hill looking down at a woman.

I went inside Charlie's room and went to find the belongings I found the other night. I have questions and hopefully, Alexander can answer them. I grabbed my bag and put the blanket, the necklace, and the letter inside. Suddenly, I heard a glass break. That's odd, Charlie is carefully with things.

"Charlie?" I yelled.

Silence

I walked down the stairs and noticed that Charlie's car keys were gone. Where did he go? Wait a minute….if he wasn't here, then who was?

"Hello?"

"Hello," I heard someone chuckle behind me.

I turned around and there was a man leaning against the wall, he had blonde hair and blue eyes. He was just like any other vampire; handsome, pale, and eyes that would change color for thirst. I had no idea who it was, but I knew I met him somewhere. But where?

"I'm surprised you don't remember me, Rebecca." He said to me.

Rebecca? Why is everybody confusing me for her?

"My name isn't Rebecca," I told him fiercely.

"Oh?" he seems surprised. "What is your name?"

"Bella." I told him.

Now he seemed really surprised because his eyes widen and he walked towards me, but I took a step back.

"It can't be," he whispered.

Then he laughed.

"You have your father's eyes," he told me. "You're the human with Alexander."

"You attacked us?" I asked.

"Yes, well we sensed someone's blood and it smelled…." He stared at me, "Remarkable."

"Who are you?" I asked him.

"The name is Rafael."

"Well, Rafael get out," I told him.

"And what are you going to do about it?"

I had no idea what I was thinking, but I ran. I forgot to bring my sweater because it was raining outside, but I didn't care as I long I got away from him. I was in the middle of the street, sprinting as fast I could and for some reason, I didn't lose my breath. I heard my cell phone ring from my pocket and I pulled it out.

"Bella, where are you? Are you okay?" It was Alice.

"No, there is a vampire chasing me in-"

"In the street." She finished for me.

I waited for her to talk some more as I was running.

"Bella, no matter what you do. Don't stop running." She was worried. "We're on our way."

I hung up my phone. Then, I saw Rafael in front of me. I knew I wasn't suppose to stop but if I ran the other way, he would of stopped me there too.

"You honestly think you can run away from me?" he snarled at me.

"What do you want from me?" I yelled at him.

He chuckled at me, "You remind me so much of your mother and yet, I remember it like it was yesterday. She was about your age and you….were only a baby in her arms."

"What?"

I was so confused. What in the world was he talking about?

"Your mother was screaming, 'have mercy, please'" He laughed. "Pathetic…for a werewolf."

My eyes widen, he was talking about Rebecca. Then, suddenly all of my dreams came back to me in a flash. It couldn't be.

"No," I whispered. "It's not true."

"But it is, and you know it, Isabella." He snarled me.