Author's Notes: Please excuse any typos and fact errors. I'm posting the chapters as soon as they are written. I hope the writing is at least decent for the first draft.
Trust me. Edward is a part of the story but right now the plot doesn't call for his presence. Just bare with me and it shouldn't be too long. I don't think I could handle it :)
I'm not sure how fast vampires travel since S. Meyer never clued us in. I guessed that they go slower than a plane even with annoying connections but much faster than a typical car.
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3: Alaska Bound
I broke into a run as soon as I was deep enough into the wood to block Jacob's sight, and I kept running never turning back to see if he followed, almost certain he would not catch me. As a new born, I moved faster than most vampires and my lie bought me precious time to gain a good head start.
As I ran with lightning speed and agility around the trees, I wondered how everyone would react to my absence. Charlie would look for me but eventually finding no body, he would have to accept my death. It would be easy enough to fake. I had left Jacob a note inside his car explaining my reason for taking off alone and a detailed fabrication of how I died.
With my new vast mental capabilities, the story of my disappearance was made all too believable. In a few more hours, Charlie will hear of my foolish leap into the ocean, backed up by eye witnesses from Sam, Paul, and the rest of the pack. I did not trust Jacob to lie to my father. I did not expect him to so. Sam and Paul would explain to Charlie that Jacob tried to jump in and save me, but he could not find where the treacherous waves carried me. My dead overwhelmed Jacob and he took off to grieve alone.
Charlie will believe all this, after hearing from multiple witnesses and the story is solidified by Jacob's silence. But the fact that my father will also come to the conclusion that I committed suicide dug a hole into my heart. A hole I must seal with the rest of my aches in my heart. I had to find a purpose, a reason for living, a distraction from the pain of realizing what I've become, what I've lost.
Through all of this, his name tried to squeeze its way into my thoughts. I knew my best bet was to find Dr. Cullen for guidance but the fear of also seeing him again killed that possibility. I thought about the Denali clan that he had told me about, ones that were friends to the Cullen's. Recalling their names took more effort than expected. In fact, my memories before my transformation were started to blur together. I slowed my run in hopes of better concentration, and oh boy, do I have worst timing.
A wave of mouthwatering smell unexpectedly washed over me. My body lowered into my automatic crouch and I was ready to run again but this time in a different direction. The human's blood was calling to me, teasing me with its appetizing flavor. I could resist no longer and broke into a frantic run toward the only thing that made sense in my mind.
"Bella, no!" A familiar voice surprised me. I whipped my body around in a circle to access my surrounding, looking for the maker of that beautiful sound. Seeing no one, I realized it was my delusional mind again. Deep down inside, I wished so fiercely that Edward would be here for my first days as a vampire. We could hunt together and resist the call of human blood together. Too late now for that wish to come true. I was alone and on my own.
I should have been more careful staying away from populated areas. Too bad my sense of direction has never been great. I've probably gotten myself far too close to a small town filled with people much like those I left in Forks. I couldn't afford to hurt anyone and I am far more dangerous than I gave myself credit for. I must stop wasting time. I held my breath and changed direction for Denali, Alaska.
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Truthfully, I really had no idea where Denali, Alaska was located and couldn't afford to stop by a gas station to ask for directions. So I followed the Pacific coast line, sometimes swimming in the ocean when needed to avoid signs of civilization. After a whole day in the water, I guessed that I must be in northern Canada. My vampire skin was not only unbreakable but also insusceptible to the changing temperature. If not for the obvious white sheet that covered the land adjacent to my route in the water, I probably would not have stopped until I reached the Arctic.
After two more days of tireless swimming in the water, I hopped on land. In the days I spent in the water, I felt no hunger, no discomfort in my throat. Resisting seemed easier than I expected, much easier than the Cullens warned me against.
A visitor center map near Anchorage which I visited in the dead of night informed me to head due north. Denali National Park and Preserve was the size of my palm on the 3-foot map. It would probably take me days before finding any sign of its supernatural residents. Nevertheless, I pushed myself forward. At least the park would be hard to miss even with my pitiful directional skills. It contained the highest peak in North America, Mount McKinsey, a monumental 20,320 feet as the map also informed me. Perhaps the height would be no trifle for my newborn body, and I could survey the surrounding land from the peak with my heightened eyesight. And with a seemingly decided plan in mind, I went due north.