2. So Stubborn
As I was watching Bella thoughtfully, her hair tumbled over her face while she bent over the table, filling out a college application for Dartmouth. It pleased me that she wasn't complaining about the college I picked. Over the past two weeks, trying to get her to fill out more applications – particularly to Ivy League schools – was like pulling teeth.
The sound of rain drops as hard as hail were hammering on the roof. I stared out the window at the rippling grey sheets of water that were slowly descending the glass. I was thinking about going away to college with Bella and having all of that time alone with her. Several different scenarios played out in my mind. The comfortable silence was suddenly interrupted when she snorted derisively and shoved the college application my direction while folding her arms.
"Bella?" I queried.
"Be serious, Edward. Dartmouth ?" her voice was skeptical at the prospect.
With exaggerated patience I placed the application in front of her again. "I think you'd like New Hampshire." Again, I thought about time alone – truly alone – with her. "There's a full complement of night courses for me, and the forests are very conveniently located for the avid hiker. Plentiful wildlife." I smiled at the thought of our life their together.
She shot me a look of deepest disgust.
"I'll let you pay me back, if that makes you happy," I suffused pointedly, though I'd never seriously take her money. "If you want, I can charge you interest." I threw her a quick smile.
She glared at me with an uncharacteristic grim look on her face. "Like I could even get in without some enormous bribe." Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Or was that part of the loan? The new Cullen wing of the library?" The expression on her kind face was fierce. "Ugh. Why are we having this discussion again?"
"Will you just fill out the application, please, Bella? It won't hurt you to apply." I asked in a heartened tone. There were no bribes, really. She was just too intelligent to notice her own brilliance.
Her jaw was set. "You know what? I don't think I will." Always so stubborn.
She reached for the papers with an expression of enormous smugness on her face. By the time she started unfolding her arms, I seized the papers and placed them in the envelope. She eyed the table like she was bidden to memorize it for a time and then peered up at me.
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
"I sign your name better than you do yourself. You've already written the essays," my voice supercilious. I was just going to have to prove to her just how gifted she really was.
"You're going way overboard with this, you know," she said shiftily. "I really don't need to apply anywhere else. I've been accepted in Alaska. I can almost afford the first semester's tuition. It's as good an alibi as any. There's no need to throw away a bunch of money, no matter whose it is," she added defiantly.
My heart sank like a stone. "Bella -"
"Don't start," she cut across. "I agree that I need to go through the motions for Charlie's sake, but we both know I'm not going to be in any condition to go to school next fall. To be anywhere near people."
"I thought the timing was still undecided." There was a note of real desperation in my voice I was hoping she wouldn't hear. "You might enjoy a semester or two of college. There are a lot of human experiences you've never had." I was determined to stay calm, though this subject usually brought up all my worst fears and anxieties.
"I'll get to those afterward."
"They won't be human experiences afterward. You don't get a second chance at humanity, Bella," I said quickly in my desperation to try to make her understand.
She sighed and her face finally softened. "You've got to be reasonable about the timing, Edward. It's just too dangerous to mess around with," she explained in a strong and confident voice.
"There's no danger yet," I insisted. Yet, I thought angrily, because it was only a matter of time before danger came to her doorstep. This time though – this time – I'll be here to protect her.
Bella glared at me in disbelief. Her face was suddenly tense and alarmed. I surveyed her as each of her expressions changed rapidly. It was almost like I could see her brain working in a mime like way. She was angry for a time, before her face shifted to thoughtful, to a little sick, and then she frowned… deeply.
It was the loudest silence I had ever heard. I could only imagine what she was thinking about. The Volturi, for one, and then Victoria. Rage boiled within me at the thought of Victoria. The burning, fiery power for justice never fled my mind after my pathetic attempt at tracking her through America. There was only one thing that could bring me to forget all about my troubles with her, and that was Bella. Her face had contorted into complete distress.
"Bella," I said soothingly. "There's no hurry. I won't let anyone hurt you. You can take all the time you need."
"I want to hurry," she whispered, an unconvincing smile breaking across her face. "I want to be a monster, too."
"You have no idea what you're saying," I said with sudden venom in my voice. My teeth had locked down tighter than Fort Knox and my fists were clenched tight enough to crush steel. It was so hard to believe that my Bella – my precious, sweet Bella – could ever want this life; to be responsible for murders of innocent people like those damn neophytes in Seattle.
Then a thought came to me at once. Maybe – just maybe – she might give herself more time to enjoy the amenities of being human if she could just comprehend the consequences of being a monster. Hastily, I catapulted the soggy newspaper onto the table in between us. In my rage I plunged my finger to point at the headline on the front page: Death Toll on the Rise, Police Fear Gang Activity.
Her brow rose. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Monsters are not a joke, Bella." Rage was slowly boiling in my voice.
I watched her struggle to comprehend what I was saying. She looked at the paper for several seconds before staring back up at me. "A . . . a vampire is doing this?" she whispered, looking alarmed at the thought.
Shooting her a mocking smile, I spoke in a crisp and clear voice. "You'd be surprised, Bella, at how often my kind are the source behind the horrors in your human news. It's easy to recognize, when you know what to look for. The information here indicates a newborn vampire is loose in Seattle. Bloodthirsty, wild, out of control. The way we all were."
She gaped at me for a second before her eyes shifted down to the paper in front of her.
"We've been monitoring the situation for a few weeks. All the signs are there - the unlikely disappearances, always in the night, the poorly disposed-of corpses, the lack of other evidence. . . . Yes, someone brand-new. And no one seems to be taking responsibility for the neophyte. . . ." I remembered my conversation with Carlisle from earlier and sighed heavily. "Well, it's not our problem. We wouldn't even pay attention to the situation if wasn't going on so close to home. Like I said, this happens all the time. The existence of monsters results in monstrous consequences."
She still hadn't lifted her eyes to mine yet. She continued to stare at the page before her like a gambler contemplating his bids.
"It won't be the same for me," an anguished whisper escaped her lips. "You won't let me be like that. We'll live in Antarctica."
That was not what I was expecting to come out of her mouth. I snorted, and like that the tension finally left the conversation.
"Penguins. Lovely." I said in mockingly sweet tone.
A shuddering breath came through her lips as a tiny laugh.
"Alaska, then, as planned. Only somewhere much more remote than Juneau - somewhere with grizzlies galore," she said with supreme indifference.
"Better," I allowed. "There are polar bears, too. Very fierce. And the wolves get quite large," I contemplated the hunting possibilities.
Suddenly her mouth fell open and her breath blew out in a sharp gust.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
There was an expression of great distaste on her face. Then, comprehension dawned on me. This was about the Quileute's and their pack of wolves– particularly Jacob Black – which she loved. My previous rage flooded back into me. But this was a new fury. Of course, of all the people she could have taken comfort in when I was gone, it was someone just as dangerous as us, if not more so.
"Oh." I said quietly, making sure my face was controlled and unemotional. "Never mind the wolves, then, if the idea is offensive to you," I replied in a credible imitation of politeness, trying not to make her angry either. It was a hard line to walk when the one person you loved – loved the one person you loathed.
Regardless of my attempt at self control, she easily saw through my pretenses.
"He was my best friend, Edward," she mumbled sadly. "Of course the idea offends me."
"Please forgive my thoughtlessness," I said stiffly – even though I would have pounded Fido into a pulp if it wasn't for the fact I'd hurt Bella in the process. "I shouldn't have suggested that."
"Don't worry about it," her voice throbbed with emotion. She stared at her fisted hands that were locked together.
We were silent then, and it became so pronounced it was like a barrier between us. I closed my eyes for a second, praying for patience to some unknown god. The scars in my chest began to pulse like an open wound. All I ever did was cause her pain and bring sadness into her world. The barrier was becoming too much and it was time to break it.
With the gentlest of touches, reminding myself of how fragile she was, I drew up her chin tenderly with my finger so I could see her penetrating gaze again.
"Sorry. Really." I said with a twinge of guilt for making her feeling anything besides bliss.
"I know," she frowned. "I know it's not the same thing. I shouldn't have reacted that way. It's just that . . . well, I was already thinking about Jacob before you came over."
Panic started to rise within me.
"Charlie says Jake is having a hard time. He's hurting right now, and . . . it's my fault."
It was so difficult. I mean really, really difficult to hear her talk about him like this. The thought of her caring for another felt like liquid fire was burning through my veins.
"You've done nothing wrong, Bella," I stated as a deterrent.
She took a steadying breath and her expression changed to persuasion. "I need to make it better, Edward. I owe him that. And it's one of Charlie's conditions, anyway -"
I stiffened at her words, swallowing back my venom before I spoke. "You know it's out of the question for you to be around a werewolf unprotected, Bella. And it would break the treaty if any of us cross over onto their land. Do you want us to start a war?"
"Of course not!" she said with a start of surprise.
It didn't matter. There would be no war because I refused to put Bella in anymore danger. And the wolves, they were definitely dangerous. "Then there's really no point in discussing the matter further." I removed my finger from her warm skin and looked around for another direction for this conversation. Over her shoulder I saw the book she removed from the table earlier - with its tethered cover and worn out pages - I eyed it with a smirk.
"I'm glad Charlie has decided to let you out - you're sadly in need of a visit to the bookstore. I can't believe you're reading Wuthering Heights again. Don't you know it by heart yet?"
"Not all of us have photographic memories," she said crisply.
I don't even know why she would want to memorize it in the first place. It was yet another little quirk about her that was a mystery. Then I realized that the change of topic worked.
"Photographic memory or not," I grinned more broadly now, "I don't understand why you like it. The characters are ghastly people who ruin each others' lives. I don't know how Heathcliff and Cathy ended up being ranked with couples like Romeo and Juliet or Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. It isn't a love story, it's a hate story."
She looked over her shoulder at the worn out bindings of the book before turning back to me. "You have some serious issues with the classics," she barked.
"Perhaps it's because I'm not impressed by antiquity." My smile was effortless now that we were talking about something besides the pooch. "Honestly, though, why do you read it over and over?" I asked, in a would be casual voice. Though, I really was interested to understand why she enjoyed the preposterous story so much. Maybe I could solve this mystery once and for all. I reached over the table to cradle her face between my palms. They began to warm instantly as I stared into the depths of her eyes. "What is it that appeals to you?" I asked curiously.
She blinked in surprise. "I'm not sure," she whispered. "I think it's something about the inevitability. How nothing can keep them apart - not her selfishness, or his evil, or even death, in the end. . . ."
This was our reasons for being here – now – together. No matter how hard I tried to stay away from her, my selfishness won out, even the evil in me didn't keep her at bay. Even when I thought she was no longer living…I refused for it to be the end for us. We saved each other. But, in context, we were nothing like the couple in this story.
I shot her a smirk. "I still think it would be a better story if either of them had one redeeming quality," I insisted, still trying to understand her ambiguity.
"I think that may be the point," she said pointedly. "Their love is their only redeeming quality."
"I hope you have better sense than that - to fall in love with someone so . . . malignant." I baited for a clue.
"It's a bit late for me to worry about who I fall in love with," she gave me a warm smile. "But even without the warning, I seem to have managed fairly well."
I laughed at the absurdity. "I'm glad you think so."
"Well, I hope you're smart enough to stay away from someone so selfish. Catherine is really the source of all the trouble, not Heathcliff."
I was with her, the most selfless person on the planet. There would never be another. "I'll be on my guard," I teased.
She sighed heavily and her eyes grew wary. What was going through that mind of hers now… Her warm hand came up and held mine in place against her pink cheek. "I need to see Jacob."
It was hard to focus when her eyes bore into mine with deep sincerity so I closed mine in concentration. My fatalistic inability to say no to her seemed to have no hold on me right now.
"No," I stated simply. Frustration and bitter disappointment at her need to see the mongrel welled up inside me.
"It's truly not dangerous at all," she said with a plea in her voice. "I used to spend all day in La Push with the whole lot of them, and nothing ever happened."
In that instance, her voice constricted with emotion and her heart leapt and began racing. It was only too easy to tell that she had just lied to me. I never really asked what happened during those months I was gone, and she never really seemed to want to divulge any of it either. It was hard not to think about all the reckless and downright dangerous things that she was doing with those reeking dogs.
"Werewolves are unstable. Sometimes, the people near them get hurt. Sometimes, they get killed."
She was silent for several moments, deep in thought. It killed me not to know what she was seeing in her head, for the only thing I could think of right now was whatever incident might have happened while I was away. Whatever it was, she didn't know how lucky she was to have never of been hurt, because I would have avenged her.
"You don't know them," she whispered.
She was wrong about that. I had known them before. Maybe not the same wolves, but I knew how badly one could get hurt around a wolf. There was a girl killed those seventy years ago and speculation all pointed to a vicious animal attack. It was never certain if it was one of the wolves, but I'd almost put money on it. This wasn't something I'd tell Bella, though. Not when I wasn't one-hundred percent certain about it.
"I know them better than you think, Bella. I was here the last time," I reminded her.
"The last time?"
I had forgotten I never told her the story of meeting the wolves. Sure, she knew about it from the legends she heard in La Push last year, but never from me. It was time to tell her.
"We started crossing paths with the wolves about seventy years ago. . . . We had just settled near Hoquiam. That was before Alice and Jasper were with us. We outnumbered them, but that wouldn't have stopped it from turning into a fight if not for Carlisle. He managed to convince Ephraim Black that coexisting was possible, and eventually we made the truce." Her eyes grew wide at the name 'Black'. "We thought the line had died out with Ephraim," I muttered. "That the genetic quirk which allowed the transmutation had been lost. . . ."I broke off and stared at her accusingly. "Your bad luck seems to get more potent every day. Do you realize that your insatiable pull for all things deadly was strong enough to recover a pack of mutant canines from extinction? If we could bottle your luck, we'd have a weapon of mass destruction on our hands."
I imagined all the things that she had encountered since she met me: the Volturi in their vast city with all their guards, James and his torturous ballet, the thick oily smoke billowing from the pile of his body parts, Laurent and his thirsty attempt to steal her life away, Victoria and her continuous dancing between treaty lines to get to Bella, and now, the werewolves who she ends up finding solace in when I was far away.
"But I didn't bring them back. Don't you know?" Her chin jutted out in a smug way, happy to know she knew something I didn't.
"Know what?"
"My bad luck had nothing to do with it. The werewolves came back because the vampires did."
I felt a start of surprise.
"Jacob told me that your family being here set things in motion. I thought you would already know…"
Oh, so they were going to blame us for their problems? Maybe it was Jacob's way of trying to show Bella the kind of evil monsters we were.
"Is that what they think?" My eyes narrowed.
"Edward, look at the facts. Seventy years ago, you came here, and the werewolves showed up. You come back now, and the werewolves show up again. Do you think that's a coincidence?"
It was hard to admit that there might be a grain of truth to her words. "Carlisle will be interested in that theory." I redirected my thoughts.
"Theory," she scoffed.
I stared out the window, unseeing. My dislike for Jacob deepened even further. Imagines of the past were infecting my brain like diseased things. I could literally see resentment swelling in the darkness outside. If the theory were correct then it really was my fault that she had placed herself into more danger. Then I realized that maybe she was trying to distract me now.
"Interesting, but not exactly relevant," I told her after several spiraling seconds of silence. "The situation remains the same." I reminded her.
Bella bit her bottom lip – a sign of anxiety – before she got out of her seat and rounded the table. My arms automatically opened to invite her to sit on my lap, which she did. Her warmth spread throughout my whole body while her outrageous flavor floated in the air around us. Her head fit perfectly under my chin and it was suddenly hard to concentrate.
"Please just listen for a minute. This is so much more important than some whim to drop in on an old friend. Jacob is in pain." Again, her voice was throbbing with emotion. "I can't not try to help him - I can't give up on him now, when he needs me. Just because he's not human all the time. . . . Well, he was there for me when I was . . . not so human myself." I flinched. "You don't know what it was like. . . ." she hesitated. It was hard to hear this. She wouldn't need to go comfort him if I would have just been smart enough to not leave her. My teeth locked tight enough to cut steel and my hands automatically welled up into fists. I closed my eyes, trying to swallow my anger. "If Jacob hadn't helped me . . ." she continued. "I'm not sure what you would have come home to. I owe him better than this, Edward."
I was quite still as the impact of her words hit me. "I'll never forgive myself for leaving you," I whispered. "Not if I live a hundred thousand years." It was hard to hide the infinite sadness that resonated in my voice.
Her warm hand covered my cheek and I sighed, breathing out all of my frustration and opened my eyes to meet the emotions of her brown depths.
"You were just trying to do the right thing," she tried to calm my obvious distress. "And I'm sure it would have worked with anyone less mental than me. Besides, you're here now. That's the part that matters."
"If I'd never left, you wouldn't feel the need to go risk your life to comfort a dog."
She flinched, but she needed to understand why I felt this way, and why I refuse to let her see him. I couldn't live with myself if something happened to her around those dogs.
"I don't know how to phrase this properly. It's going to sound cruel, I suppose. But I've come too close to losing you in the past. I know what it feels like to think I have. I am not going to tolerate anything dangerous."
"You have to trust me on this. I'll be fine."
There was rage boiling within me and it was a titanic effort not to take her away from this place so she could never see the werewolves again. "Please, Bella," I whispered almost desperately.
Her gaze was intense. "Please what?"
"Please, for me. Please make a conscious effort to keep yourself safe. I'll do everything I can, but I would appreciate a little help." It was hard to keep my temper from rising. Why did she have to always fight so hard against me?
"I'll work on it," she said with a dull murmur of ascent.
"Do you really have any idea how important you are to me? Any concept at all of how much I love you?" My arms constricted around her and her head found the hollow beneath my ear.
She kissed my neck gently, sending electricity zinging through my body.
"I know how much I love you," she whispered.
If she could feel even an ounce of the love I had for her, she would explode with emotion. "You compare one small tree to the entire forest."
"Impossible."
I kissed the top of her head and sighed at her absurdity.
"No werewolves." I ordered.
"I'm not going along with that. I have to see Jacob," she pressed.
"Then I'll have to stop you," I spoke with finality. It wouldn't be a problem between me and Alice to keep an eye on her.
"We'll see about that," I said confidently. "He's still my friend."
Regardless of her stubbornness there was no way in hell I was going to let her anywhere near Jacob. Hasn't he caused her enough pain? I most definitely couldn't allow her to see him again.
There was a huffy silence for several minutes that seemed to stretch out forever before Charlie cleared his throat. Bella leapt a foot off my lap and then looked at the time. We both sighed at the same time.
Charlie tapped on his watch. "Curfew," he reminded us.
Bella kissed me goodnight and waved as I left the house, Charlie peering over her shoulder the whole time.
When her front door shut I gave one last sweeping gaze over the woods before getting in my car and speeding off. It was hard to leave her, even for a few hours at a time.
The wind and rain doused my car in bucket amounts as the windshield wipers worked laboriously to shift the water from the glass.
It was only a few minutes before I was turned towards my house.
As I weaved my way down our extensive drive, lamps sprang to life on the porch. Alice opened the front door, silhouetted in the pale golden light that spilled across the lawn. Emmett and Jasper came crashing through the trees, soaking wet with large smiles on their faces.
"This is going to be so much fun."Emmett said excitedly.
"Alice said tonight would be perfect for playing a game in the clearing…" Jasper grinned happily.
"Hey Edward," Emmett said gleefully while grabbing me around my shoulders and dragging me through the front door, Alice bobbing behind us.
"Everyone wants to play ball tonight. Are you game?" Alice asked in a singsong voice.
"I don't know…" I stated.
"That's right – he needs to go see his sweet precious Bella," Rosalie said in a falsely sweet voice, though she was learning to tolerate Bella and deep down she meant her no harm.
"Well, yes. That is exactly what I had planned on doing," I grinned at her.
Alice came up from behind and put her arm through mine. "Edward," she said. "Bella will be just fine tonight," she paused to let the rush of images of a very uneventful night take over her thoughts. "See what I mean? Everything will be all right. We'll get you back here before midnight." She patted my arm.
"Yup, we sure will," Rosalie shot me a smirk. "We need to get you back here before midnight so your pretty press and pumpkin won't disintegrate," she continued to smile at me in a very irritating fashion.
Alice sprung over to her and gave her a scolding look. "Rosalie, you know just as well as the rest of us that Bella needs to be looked after. She's a magnet for danger." Alice winked at me. And Edward is always in a better mood when he spends time with her, she added thoughtfully.
"True," Rosalie said while everyone else nodded in agreement.
"Here, here," Emmet said in a knightly fashion. "You know…I bet Edward looks really pretty in a dress, now that I think about it." Emmett added in a mock thoughtful voice, adding to the Cinderella comment.
I ignored that.
Carlisle patted my shoulder. No nomads this time, agreed? He grinned at me.
"Definitely not," I told him, glad our earlier disagreement was behind us.
"Please?" Emmett begged.
"Okay, okay," I agreed. "Let's do this."
They were all more excited than they should be about this when I finally decided to say yes to the baseball game – a game I hadn't played since the incident with James. Emmett had pounced on me while Jasper yanked his leg and watched him fall with a crash to the ground. Laughter erupted from everyone, even Emmett. Esme was even beaming down at us fondly.
It's so good to have you back, Edward. Her eyes met mine for a moment, and their golden depths revealed the true happiness that was radiating out of every part of her.
It felt wonderful that I was no longer the cause of her distress. She never deserved to feel that way, and every moment I was back with my family and with Bella, the more I realized how incredibly stupid I really was for ever leaving her in the first place.
Our journey to the clearing was wet – extremely wet – considering the down pour of rain that continued to soak us. We raced around mossy cliffs and on top of precipitous ravines.
On our way there, Emmett caught scent of a wild cat and went thundering after it. It was only a matter of seconds before he was racing back to where Jasper and I waited, with his kill around his neck.
"Want to share?" Emmett grabbed the dead cat and flapped it around in front of our faces. We both shook our heads. "Suit yourselves," he laughed and then bit into the carcass with indecent enthusiasm.
Jasper and I rolled our eyes. "We'll meet you in the clearing. Everyone else is already there," I said.
"Okay," his words were muffled with the hair of the cat.
When we reached the clearing lightning was lancing through the sky ominously. Seconds after a peal of thunder made the ground below our feet shake. It was perfect for our game. We split into teams, Emmett and Alice on my team, and Jasper, Carlisle and Rosalie on the other. Esme was the catcher.
Their team was up to bat first, so Emmett and I spread out close to the trees as Alice went to the pitcher's mound. Jasper came up to bat. It was hard to concentrate when Emmett and Jasper were sizing each other up across the field. They were continually watching each other for signs of weakness.
Alice threw the ball forcefully towards Jasper and he hesitated for only a fraction of a second – it was long enough that the ball went whizzing past him and collided with Esme's mitt. She threw the ball back to Alice.
Alice turned to face me for a minute. He's going to hit the next one, so please, please don't miss it. And don't listen to Rosalie!
She turned back around and sent the ball lightning across the field. Jasper's bat slammed into the ball and it went flying straight down the middle of the field. Alice was right about Rosalie, though. She was screaming at the top of her mental lungs random insults and words. It was nothing but gibberish - a way to try and distract me from catching the ball. I wanted to yell at her and tell her to shut up, but I remembered what Alice said. Rosalie's thoughts made it fell like someone was beating my skull from the inside.
With all my might I blocked her thoughts from my mind as the ball went flying past my shoulder. I darted into the trees to grab the ball. It was only a second before I caught up with its full force and threw it back to Emmet. When I came back through the trees Jasper gave me a disdainful look. I just grinned at him.
Emmet and I high-fived. It was Rosalie's turn to bat. Wind and rain lashed through the field, but that didn't stop us from playing just as aggressively. More snide comments came resonating from Rosalie's mind but I had endured her comments for several decades and now it was only automatic for me to place them in the back of my mind.
The game continued for quite some time as we all squelched through the mud and watched several spectacular saves. The game was coming to a close as the wind whistled in my ears. And then I barely caught the ball that Emmett sent rocketing in my direction. I ran to second base where Carlisle was sliding to and then the game was over. My team had won.
As promised, it was only fifteen minutes until midnight and I was able to race home, shower change and drive my car through the rainy abyss towards Bella's house. Normally, I would have ran all the way, but it was raining and I didn't want to show up in her bed wet and colder than normal.
I parked my car several blocks away and found myself outside her window in seconds. She had left it open a few inches. I opened it all the way, closed it tightly behind me and scooped her up into my arms. She didn't wake, but still cuddled into my embrace, her head tucked under my chin. That's where I lay until the sun rose above the clouds, bathing the land in a ghostly reflection of daylight.
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