A/N: Ta da! Here's the sequel to Moving On! I hope it's as good as its prequel... or better... I'm not picky. :D
Disclaimer: I'm only going to do this once, just so you know. If you're reading my story, you'll most likely be reading this chapter, and if you read this chapter you will know that I do not own Twilight or New Moon. Both of these lovely and addicting books belong to Stephenie Meyer. Kudos to her for being so amazing.
WARNING: IF YOU HAVE NOT READ MY STORY, "MOVING ON" AND YOU ARE READING THIS, YOU WILL IMMEDIATELY FIND A SPOILER. IF YOU WANT TO READ "MOVING ON," I SUGGEST DOING SO NOW! OK, so now that I might have caught your attention, I shall explain. "Moving On" is not a typical Twilight fan fiction. There are a few characters (well, one for sure) that do not act like they normally do in other fan fictions. If you decide to read this story and you do not want to read my other story (I don't blame you, it's 41 chapters) then good luck to you. It isn't impossible to figure out who's different, and it shouldn't be too confusing, but reading the other story will clear things up a bit.
OK, so I've covered the disclaimer, the warning about spoilers... I think that's all I needed to remember. So on with the first chapter of "I Didn't Want The End To Come!"
"Bella!" Victoria called angrily from her room.
"What?" I snapped from my room.
"Where did you put my computer?"
"I didn't touch your computer!" I yelled back. "I don't want to die!"
"Very funny," Victoria said, suddenly appearing in my doorway. I glared at her.
"I didn't touch it," I said.
"I'm sure you didn't," Victoria said sarcastically. "Your smell is simply all over my room for no reason, and the only thing missing is my computer."
"I went in your room to drop off your clean laundry," I informed her, "and didn't touch your computer. But be sure to ask Emmett where he put his newest juggling prop, I'm sure you'll find it very entertaining."
"He didn't," Victoria hissed, her eyes narrowing. "Are you serious?"
"I told you, I didn't touch it," I repeated. Victoria was gone half a second later, and I heard Rosalie and Emmett's door crash open.
"What did you do with it?" Victoria demanded. I heard Emmett whimper.
Ah, moving day. Carlisle told us that we were all moving to Alaska, even Edward and me, and that we were all going to go back to high school.
I just finished college and already I get to go back to high school. Oh Joy.
As if it wasn't bad enough the first time.
At any rate, we were all packing, and it had been a stressful day.
Edward and Carlisle were busy fueling up all the cars for the drive. Edward got to do it because he was already packed.
Stupid mind-reading vampire. He knew what was happening ahead of time.
I heard a crash from somewhere in the house, and an enraged shout from Victoria.
"If you broke my notebook I'm going to break you!!" she shouted.
"Children," Esme warned from the kitchen. Victoria, having been adopted into our coven, automatically became one of Esme's children.
"He took my computer, and I want it back!" Victoria protested.
"Emmett, give her the computer," Esme ordered.
"I was only trying to play a joke on her," Emmett defended himself. "I didn't think she'd get this upset."
"Well I did, so give it back!" Victoria snapped.
"Don't make me use my gift to help you two," Jasper warned from the living room. I was really enjoying these across the house conversations.
"Just do it," I heard Alice sigh from her and Jasper's room. "You won't like the way it ends up if you don't."
A wave of calm spread throughout the house, accompanied by a sigh of annoyance from Jasper. I smiled at the new calm; I had been a little stressed myself. All the stress and short-tempered vampires in the house had to be annoying for Jasper.
"Here it is, just take it," Emmett said. I heard Victoria running back to her room without even bothering to say thank you.
"Thank you, Jasper," I called.
"Anytime, Bella," he called back.
I threw the rest of the contents of my closet in the box I was trying to fill and snapped the lid on. I scanned the room to make sure it was empty, pausing to pick up three of Edward's CDs that had somehow made their way under the bed, and then pushed all the boxes out in the hallway.
"I'm done!" I called.
"Come help me, then," Alice called.
I sighed, but went to help. A second later I was standing in her room.
"What can I do?" I asked.
"Help me with these clothes," Alice answered from the walk-in closet. I went in to find her folding all the clothes at vampire speed. The clothes were just blurs of color as they came off the hanger, got folded, and then were thrown into a box.
"You have too many clothes," I teased her as I joined in, making the blur of clothes twice as colorful. "I do too. You bought me too many."
"You can never have too many clothes," Alice sighed, exasperated. "We live forever, Bella. We keep everything so that when the styles rotate again we already have some stuff to wear."
"And then you go out and buy new stuff anyway," I added with a sly grin.
"Of course," Alice answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and I was exceptionally slow.
Sometimes I just don't understand Alice.
But I'm getting better. Ever since I had become a vampire I'd enjoyed shopping a lot more. There's something to be said for knowing that you look good, no matter what you wear. It does tend to make a girl a little more willing to spend her practically infinite resources when she finds a shirt that she really likes.
By this time we were done, and Alice snapped the lid on her box too. We went back out in her room.
"What's left?" I asked.
"I think I'm done," Alice answered.
"I'm ready!" Victoria called.
"I am too!" Rose added.
"Come help pack up the living room, then," Esme commanded. We all joined her instantly. "The moving truck should be here soon, and then we can pack everything in that."
"Did we hire movers?" Jasper asked, making a face.
"No," Esme answered with a smile. "We rented a truck, and we have to decide who is going to drive it."
I could tell instantly that we all hoped it wouldn't be one of us. We all loved to drive fast, and a moving truck just isn't quite as fast as we would like.
"Good," Alice said brightly. "That means that Bella can help us pack the truck, then."
I glared at her.
She grinned back.
"I hate you," I muttered.
"It's for the family, Bella," Alice taunted me. "Come on, it's not that bad. Edward will catch you once you're done."
"I'll have to go hunting before we leave, then," I said. "You know that moving that much stuff will make me weak."
"You'll be fine," Victoria informed me. "It will make it easier for everyone, and then you even get to be in lover boy's arms while you're recovering. What more could you want?"
I stuck my tongue out at her and then moved across the living room to start packing all the video games. I chose to ignore everyone for the time being.
You're probably wondering what the heck Alice was talking about. No, she didn't want me to carry all the boxes out on my own. She wanted me to use my gift.
I have an odd gift. Not that being able to see the future or read minds or control emotions or confuse whoever you want to aren't odd gifts. But mine is really odd, or at least the reasoning of why we think I have it is.
I was a trouble magnet when I was a human. If there was anything even remotely dangerous, it found me.
As a vampire, I can call things to me. I can make objects, people, vampires, or even weather come to me. Thankfully they aren't all dangerous, though I suppose if you think about it anything could technically be dangerous. So maybe that's why my gift works on everything.
Sometimes I can control my gift. I can make things come, or make them stay put.
But if I lose concentration, that's when it gets fun. Things come flying at me if I forget to control my gift.
The first time I got "distracted" with Edward was a fun evening indeed.
Let's just say that all of the objects in our room ended up on the bed with us.
Carlisle thinks that if I practice enough that I may be able to send things away, too.
I'm not so sure about that theory. I never sent things away from me as a human.
But at any rate, Alice wants me to stand in the truck and call all the boxes and furniture to me. It takes a lot of energy and concentration to control my gift with that precision. Usually things just fly at me and keep going until they hit me, but I can tell things where to stop if I really, really concentrate.
And then I collapse once I'm done moving more than just a few small objects at a time. It's not fun. It takes me a good hour or two to recover enough to be able to go hunting. And hunting is a must, because if I don't hunt shortly after I recover, then I get weak again within a few hours.
My gift is both a blessing and a curse.
But it is my gift, nonetheless. And I knew I would end up using it.
Darn persuasive vampires.
I heard an unfamiliar vehicle, a moving truck, from the sound of the clanking and hollow banging, coming down the driveway. I looked at Esme questioningly.
"Either Edward or Carlisle will be driving it," she said. We heard another car, Rosalie's BMW from the sound of the engine, following the truck. I ran out the door to go greet my husband.
As soon as he was out of the BMW I was in his arms. He spun me around once and gave me a kiss once he set me down.
"Are you done packing?" he questioned as we walked back to the house.
"I am," I answered. "I found three of your CDs under our bed, though."
"That's probably your fault," Edward teased me. If I could blush, I would have.
"Probably," I agreed. I ducked my head in embarrassment.
"But I love you anyway," Edward said, and kissed the top of my head.
"Edward, you need to convince Bella that she needs to pack the truck," Alice informed him as we walked in the door.
"If she doesn't want to do it then I'm not going to try to make her," Edward said. "I know how weak she becomes after she's done."
"Ed-ward," Alice whined. "It will be easier on everybody except her, but then she'll get to spend two hours in your arms while she's recovering. What's wrong with that?"
"The part about it being easier for everyone but her," Edward answered as he pulled me closer. "Do you think Jasper would like to eliminate the work for everyone else if it was at your expense?"
"If it gave me a good excuse to hold her for two hours, sure," Jasper answered.
Edward sighed and turned to me. "Bella?"
"I'll do it," I sighed. "But you guys can't leave until I've hunted."
"How about if we leave and you can recover on the road, and then stop to hunt once you're better?" Alice asked.
"But then Edward can't hold me because he'll be driving," I protested.
"I can drive," Victoria offered. "I can drive his Volvo, and you two can sit in the back seat. Emmett's taking his jeep and Rosalie's gong with him, Jasper's driving Rosalie's car and Alice is going with him, and Carlisle and Esme are going in his car. That leaves me to go with somebody, so I can drive the Volvo while you two are hanging out in the back seat."
"I guess that's okay," I said uncertainly.
"It will be fine," Edward assured me. He kissed the top of my head.
"But who's driving the moving truck?" I asked, suddenly remembering it.
"We have to draw straws," Carlisle said. "We'll leave you and Edward out so that we can leave immediately."
"Then I'm going to go hunting really quickly," I said, "so that I don't run out of energy halfway through the packing process."
"I'll stay here to help finish packing the living room," Edward offered. I gave him a kiss and then ran out the door.
"Edward gets to hold the straws since he can't take part in the drawing," I heard Alice say as I was running out into the woods. I didn't hear anything after that because I was too far away.
As I drank from some deer which were relatively close to the house, I smelled something that I didn't exactly recognize but that I knew what it was.
My every instinct told me to run back to the house and get someone to go with me, or to not go at all, but my mind told me to go; it wouldn't be that bad.
I ran as fast as I could towards the smell. The smell which smelled bad, in a way, but that also smelled familiar and safe.
That smell was Jacob.
I slowed as I neared the boundary between the Cullen's land and the reservation. I ran alongside the line until I found the clearing where the smell was coming from.
"Hello, Bella," Jake said as I approached, though his back was to me. I hadn't seen him since before my change, so I don't know how he knew it was me, but perhaps I still smelled close to how I smelled before.
"Jake," I greeted him warily. "How are you?"
"You're leaving, aren't you?" Jake asked, ignoring my question.
"We are," I answered.
"How long will you be gone?" he asked passively, as if it didn't matter.
"I don't know," I answered.
"Will I ever see you again?" I could hear the hurt in his voice on this question, and I longed to go hug him. I couldn't, though, because that was beyond the boundary.
"I don't know," I answered with a grimace. "We might come to visit Charlie every so often, at least for a few years. But I'll have to stop visiting once he realizes that I never age. After that we'll have to stay away until we're sure that no one remembers us."
"Hunting one last time in your old home?" Jake asked bitterly. He still hadn't looked at me once. "For sentimental reasons, I suppose, since you don't crave human blood and it isn't a problem for you."
"Yeah," I answered, not wanting to argue with his idea that it was only for sentimental reasons. "I'll miss you, Jake. I already do."
He laughed a cold, hard, bitter laugh and finally turned to look at me with a hard look in his eye. "You miss me?" he asked skeptically. "If you miss me, then you wouldn't be with the other bloodsuckers. If you miss me then you would not have chosen to become one of them. So don't tell me that you miss me. I already know that you don't."
"Jake," I protested as I took a step closer to go comfort him, "You know me better than that. You know that I didn't really have much of a choice."
"And you know that I'm bound by the treaty to kill you if you step over that line," Jake reminded me, and I stepped back to be safe. "But you know, even if you did have a choice, you would have chosen him. You did that when you went to Italy. So don't give me that…" and he said a few very inappropriate words that shocked me, along with a few others in there to help his shocking words along. I was rather displeased, but said nothing. I only looked at him sadly.
"Go home, Bella," Jake spat. "Go home so you can leave with your new family."
He started to walk away, and I couldn't follow.
"Jake, no," I moaned, but it was too late. I'd already heard him morph into a wolf and he was gone.
I sat in the clearing, leaning on a tree, for a long time. I stared after where I had seen Jake last, hoping my some miracle that he would reappear. But he didn't, and I knew that I had to return home sometime. So I struggled to my feet and ran the entire way, wishing I could cry so that I could release some of the emotions that were raging inside me. But I couldn't, and that just made me want to scream.
I heard some enraged cries that weren't from me a few miles from home.
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Emmett wailed. "I WANTED TO DRIVE THE JEEP!!!!!!!"
Emmett obviously lost the straw draw.
"I'm back," I called as I walked in the door.
"Where have you been?" Edward asked suspiciously, sniffing the air.
"I ran into Jake," I answered. "He wanted to see if we were really leaving and if we were ever coming back."
"Are you okay, Bella?" Alice asked worriedly, seeing the depressed look on my face.
"I will be," I answered softly.
"Go take a shower, and then we're ready to go," Edward told me, giving me a kiss and a sad half-smile. He, too, seemed to sense my distress, and I could tell that he was trying to cheer me up a little.
"What, do I stink too bad?" I asked, making a pathetic attempt at a joke.
"You were a little messy today," Edward corrected me, motioning towards my blood-stained shirt. "But it would be nice for you to not smell like the werewolves, yes."
"I'll only be a few minutes," I promised. I ran up the stairs and grabbed an outfit from my boxes in the hallway before continuing into my bathroom. Someone, I assumed Alice, had set travel versions of my favorite soap, shampoo, and conditioner on the counter and there was a towel hanging on the doorknob.
One ten minute shower and a quick wet ponytail later I was back downstairs.
"I'm ready," I sighed.
"Let's go out there," Edward said. He took my hand and pulled me out the door.
He didn't stop pulling until we were in the back of the open truck.
"Whenever you're ready," Edward told me. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. I leaned on him and started.
A few minutes later the entire contents of the house were settled in an organized fashion in the back of the truck. I collapsed into Edward's arms and closed my eyes, unable to sleep but too weak to keep my eyes open.
"Just rest," Edward whispered in my ear as he jumped out of the truck with me in his arms. "We'll be in our new home in no time."