Reservations: A Twilight Fanfiction

Disclaimer: I do not own Stephanie Meyers 'Twilight'. If I did…

Carter's P.O.V

You know that feeling you get when you're alone? The one that sends a cold shiver down your spine and leaves your hair standing on end? That heavy feeling of dread and fear that practically has you paralysed because you know, you just know, that someone's watching you?

She had to turn the light off. The darkness was almost comforting as she made her way through the door of Isabella Swan's room.

"If her password is 'Bella Cullen' I think I might puke." She said aloud. As she made her way to the ancient piece of technology, she justified her need to disregard the girl's privacy. She wouldn't be snooping through her emails if Isabella could just forget all about Forks and the undead beings she'd become obsessed with. It didn't take long to get into the computer and once she was, she raised an eyebrow. The desktop display was the standard blue sky and green hills that was famous and the icons were alphabetically arranged. It seemed ordinary and not suspicious at all, until her eyes landed on a folder titled 'Rose'. Now, Carter may have been a bit of a pessimist at times, but she doubted that, out of all the Cullen's Isabella could have tried to contact, she thought her best bet would be Rosalie. That didn't add up. Rosalie didn't even make it on the list.

The files within the folder were typical: simple titles, periodic times and dates that weren't too far apart but didn't border on impossibly quick but something Charlie had missed as he looked through the computer was the fact that this wasn't a folder of saved emails that had been sent or received. This was a farce. The whole thing was something more akin to diary entries than correspondence between two people. Each file was filled with teenaged angst, a 'woe is me' theme and harmless thoughts of the way things could have been. All in all: it was about as dull of a read as Bella's thoughts in the original books and Carter and was honestly disappointed.

She sat back in the chair and debated briefly about whether or not she should bother checking Bella's actual account. It took all of a few seconds for her to type in a few possible passwords, log in and have messenger set up. As it loaded, Carter took a moment to think about La Push and its residents.

There was so much that had changed in this version of Twilight and Carter knew she had no control over where it was heading. She thought, well, she hoped, that everything would play out scene by scene, word for word, the moment Isabella Swan arrived in the small town. She had firmly believed the world would reset. It wasn't that far of a leap or as stupid a thought as Charlie, the Elders and the Pack made it out to be. Carter had been living in a fictional world for the past several years for crying out loud! Was there anything that truly wasn't possible? Apparently, they knew the boundaries and limitations of cross-dimensional travel so who was she to question it?

She shook her head. She had to stop thinking like that. They just wanted to help her, to calm her down and to stop her from worrying. She had to admit that yes, she had a few moments over the last couple of weeks and yes, she could have handled it better. At the end of the day though, she understood that she was, in a way, a glitch in the system and that the universe would right its wrongs at one time or another.

"Shit." She cursed, noticing that the screen had blackened. She shook the mouse and waited for the screen saver to disappear. She'd forgotten how it was to use the older models; forgot how it was using desktop computers all together! Technology had advanced so fast over the span of a couple of years. She held back a groan as she realised she'd have to wait for the dial-up connection to load once more but eventually it did, and messenger popped up. She eagerly browsed the inbox, noting that there wasn't anything glaringly obvious. Her mind wandered as she scrolled through, thinking back to the Cullen Coven. She wondered where they were and what they were currently doing, namely Emmet and Carlisle. The Patriarch of the Coven would have been devastated when it came out about Alice's 'deceit'. Carter still couldn't believe that the pixie twat had done nothing to alert anybody about her vision. She still couldn't rightly pinpoint a reason either, save for the fact that she may have ruined Alice's original vision, but still. Carter shook her head once again and focused her attention back on the screen.

Click

She jumped, scanning the room for the source of the noise. She couldn't see anything; the dim light from the screen and the light from the hall doing nothing to assist her.

Click

She whipped her head back around and glanced out the window. Her breathing mimicked her shaking hands and her heart was racing. She could feel someone watching her at the moment. A shiver made its way down her back and it felt as if someone had gone and dumped a bucket of ice cold water over her head. Something was definitely wrong. She breathed in, then out, repeating the process a few more times while trying to ignore the prickly sensation that had her hunching her shoulders. She waited for a moment, and when nothing else happened, she returned to the task at hand.

She only needed a few minutes, she wagered. Ten at the most. That was it. She could read fast enough if she tried and right now seemed as if it was the perfect kind of situation to try and gather as much information in the shortest amount of time, so she started clicking. She went through sent folder next, finding nothing of importance, then tried the drafts. Again, she found nothing. For some reason, Bella had deleted everything in the folders. As smart as she thought she was, though, she wasn't as clever as she thought she was. Carter was smiling now. The young woman came from an era that thrived off of hiding information using technology. This was child's play to Carter. Now that she'd gotten the obvious out of the way, she clicked on the junk mail folder.

"Shit." She cursed out loud again. Her smile had slipped off her face. The feeling of being watched was back with a vengeance and Carter was willing to just up and leave the room at this point. Unfortunately, curiosity got the better of her. She started reading the headers for the emails that had been sent and she couldn't believe it. Not for a single moment did she entertain this as a possibility because there was simply no reason to think it would be. She was wrong though, and was regretting ever writing it off as 'Never going to happen now'.

To:
From: BellSwan
Subject:

I know. Alice told me before she left. You know more, obviously. You watched it as well.
Are you sure there's a way for it to be? I know I sound desperate but I just don't want to get my hopes up only to have them crash and burn.

To: BellSwan
From:
Subject:

Worry not, my dearest. I've seen us together. You must remember that you are my one. Your blood may sing to me, but so does your heart and soul. Would I lead you astray? Would I try if it weren't the truth? Do you doubt me, Bella?

To:
From: BellSwan
Subject:

I would never doubt you. It's just, you said so yourself that Alice hadn't seen that bitch in any of her visions, except that one night. How can you be sure that Alice is right about this?

To: BellSwan
From:
Subject:

It's simple, my love: the only constant in her visions has been you and I. There is no me without you, Isabella Marie Swan. You are my everything; my eternity.

The messages between them continued on: Isabella and her desperate want for attention and love and Edward's charming words and falsehoods. There was not a single moment, reading through, that had her convinced that Edward and Isabella were made to be. It almost made her physically sick to read anything Edward had sent the girl and vice versa. Edward, the asshat, had Bella wholly and completely wrapped up in him. Carter wasn't sure what his game plan was but she was certain about one thing: Edward Cullen was dangerous.

"Holy shit!" Carter jumped from the seat. Something had hit the window. She didn't dare go check though, she wasn't that stupid. She was ready to call it a night. She found out Edward was back on the scene and had been talking with Bella, that Bella was responding and that both were aware of the original timeline. She moved the mouse and clicked out of Bella's emails, standing up and heading out the room. She honestly didn't want to stay around and shut the machine down. She felt the urgent need to leave and she wasn't going to ignore it. Well, she wasn't until she heard it: the tell-tale chime of a new message. She knew that whatever had been sent, she wouldn't want to see, but despite the ominous feeling that was enveloping her, she turned back around and slowly made her way the computer.

Click

She moved the cursor over the untitled email. She regretted her decision the moment she pushed her index finger down. She immediately made to run out of the room but was stopped in her tracks. There was nothing but a crippling pain and she tried her hardest to scream, only to have her mouth covered by a stone-cold hand. Her teeth attempted to find purchase in her attacker's flesh but it was hard as a rock. She struggled to understand what he was saying. He was whispering too fast for her to comprehend. He let her go when he was finished, one last taunt on his lips.

"You won't live long enough, but go downstairs and tell him. I dare you." Staring into the face of the youngest Cullen, Carter was confused. She grabbed at her neck and realised what had happened. Edward Cullen was gone, nowhere to be seen, and she was starting to go numb. She tried calling out a few times but she still couldn't seem to project her voice, so she mindlessly stumbled out of the room and made her way to the stairs.

She had to be in some kind of shock at this point in time because she attempted to compose herself before she descended them. All she knew, at that moment, was that she needed to go to Charlie and tell him, but she had to do it without scaring him. If he was worrying about her, then he wouldn't be able to focus on what she needed to tell him. He wouldn't be able to focus on the warning.

She got to the bottom of the staircase and made her way to Charlie. She was feeling light, extremely light, and she wasn't sure what she was doing there. She blinked once, twice and tried her hardest but she couldn't, she couldn't…

''

Charlie could hardly function. His hands were wrapped in bandages after he rubbed them raw, trying rid them of Carter's blood. The Doctor was remaining tight lipped about the woman's current condition and if it weren't for the younger Quil's sensitive hearing, he'd have been in the dark for a lot longer.

"They're saying that they've never seen anything like this before. They've tried clamping the vein, hoping to stop the bleeding so they can attempt a transfusion but one of the nurses has pointed out that her blood has been contaminated." Quil pulled a face at this. "They've recognised signs of poisoning. They have no idea what it could be." He really didn't want to be hearing any of this but none of the other boys were in any sort of state, asides from Embry who was currently watching over Paul, to be anywhere near the human population. "They're arguing now. Someone's suggesting getting a blood sample and trying to figure out what's in her system but the Doctor's told them not to bother because…" He trailed off.

"Tell me." Charlie said, his voice devoid of emotion.

"There's no point because by the time they get back any result: it'll be too late. One of the nurses has asked if they should call it." Quil's body quivered and he took a breath, trying his best no to get too worked up. "Her heart's still beating! I can hear it from here. They can't just give up and call it! They have to try; that's what they're here for. What is this?!" Quil was out for the count and rushed through the emergency exit doors. Charlie just stared at the wall opposite and tried to find an ounce of hope to get him through this.

''

Carter had experienced many a thing since she woke up in Twilight. Hell, she experienced a lot in her previous lifetime. None of them had her ready for this. It was strange; crazier than warping to another dimension strange and, in her opinion, that was hard to beat.

If she had to, she'd describe it as a muddy haze. Her senses were being overloaded. She could hear voices, so many voices, but was unable to make out a single word or follow a single conversation. It was like sitting in a crowded room that was filled with sludge. Her limbs failed to cooperate with her brain, her vocal chords were useless and so was just about every other aspect of her being. There were two things though: pain and a desperate need to make sense of the confusion she was feeling. The latter, she could easily understand. She honestly had no recollection of anything past Edward Anthony Mason Cullen's frightening expression. The pain, however, was definitely a new one. Obviously, she was hurt, and she had been before; it wasn't anything new, but this all came with a scorching undercurrent of pure fire. She could feel a burning accompanying each pulse of her heartbeat, each wretched breath. It was horrible, it was awful and it was something that she wanted to end.

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Authors Note: An extraordinarily short chapter, compared to my previous ones, I know. But, with good reason, I assure you. There's just too many POV's that I needed to cover for the next chapter or two and I couldn't fit them in with this one or I'd be tallying well over ten thousand words. So, as always, I hope you've enjoyed. There will be an update sooner rather than later as I just need to edit the next two instalments. Thank you all!