The world of Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I like to play in it. In this story, I wondered what would have happened if Bella was worried enough about Carlisle and Edward's attempt to save her by aborting the baby that she felt compelled to flee the household to save her unborn child. Who would have helped her? How about a homeless girl in Seattle and the youngest member of the wolf pack?
This story takes place during Breaking Dawn, and occurs after the honeymoon, as Edward and Bella return home early from Isle Esme after they learn she is pregnant.
Chapter 11 – Homeward Bound
I hang up the chalet phone that I find in my hand as I awake. I had been thinking of calling Jasper, but did I actually dial him? I begin to fall back to sleep, and just as I drift off, I hear or rather feel, Bree slip back into the room. She stays with me constantly, since I can't get out of bed by myself any more.
Later that night I wake up and feel a cool hand stroking my forehead. "There, there, little darlin'," a soft voice whispers. I open my eyes, and see a familiar outline in the dark.
"Jasper?" I whisper.
He nods and says, "You called me on the hotel phone. The phone number was registered to the resort, so I just ran over. I had started scouting the area and was close. Carlisle is bringing the car for you. He's right behind me." Just then a soft knock sounds on the chalet's downstairs door, and Jasper goes to answer it. Carlisle enters, and Bree wakes up.
She shoots straight up in bed when she sees Carlisle and Jasper, and starts to stare around wildly. Jasper must be using his gift on her, as she calms down quickly.
"Hello, little lady," he drawls to her.
"Seth?" she squeaks.
"He isn't here," Jasper answers.
"What do you mean? Did you…" I start to ask if they hurt him, when the door to the chalet's upstairs door bursts open above our heads. Jasper races up the stairs, closing the bedroom door behind him, and Carlisle picks me up.
"We're leaving now," Carlisle tells me quietly. "I'm taking you home."
"Don't let him hurt Seth," I beg anxiously.
He doesn't answer. He just opens the chalet door and steps outside with me. "Bree, come on," I call to her as quietly as I can.
A black car is waiting outside with the motor running. As Carlisle gently buckles me into the front seat, Bree climbs into the backseat, looking over her shoulder at the chalet. She looks torn, but is choosing to stay with me. Just as Carlisle is closing the Bree's car door, we hear a crash from the chalet followed by several loud snarls. My pain suddenly becomes nearly unbearable, and I start to throw up. Carlisle's face is tight, but he drives out of the parking area quickly, navigating the car down the winding hill effortlessly.
"Be careful, there are children staying here," I say.
"I know. I can hear their heartbeats," he says gently. "I'm more concerned about the three children in this car."
As we pull out of the resort onto the winding road to the freeway, we hear an agonized wolf howl coming from the chalet area. Bree starts to cry, and moans, "Seth". Carlisle guns the motor, and we quickly leave the resort area behind us.
Carlisle hits the freeway in seconds. Once we get on the freeway, he starts talking on his cell phone. After he has made a few calls, talking too quickly and quietly for me to hear, he hands the phone to me. "Edward," he states simply.
"Edward?" I say, torn between relief and worry.
"Love," Edward replies quickly. "You're with Carlisle; you're safe now. I will see you in a few hours."
"Where are you?" I ask.
"I'm in Victoria, Canada.** I'll get to Forks just before you do and will be waiting for you on the landing strip," he answers.
We arrive at the Fresno airport in what seems a few minutes. Although the airport itself is dark, Carlisle drives straight onto the runway, where there is a private plane waiting for us.
"What about Jasper? What about Seth?" I ask Carlisle.
"Jasper will be OK. He'll get another flight back," Carlisle replies reassuringly.
"Are they both ok?" I ask in a small voice.
Carlisle doesn't answer. He just carries me onto the plane with Bree tagging along behind us, our little shadow.
Emmett is already on the plane, his face not smiling for once. He looks relieved to see me. "It's about time, little Sis," he grumbles. He leans over me so I can hug him. "So who's this?" he asks, looking curiously at Bree.
"Bree, this is Carlisle, and this is Emmett." I start introductions, but the baby gives a big kick, and I double over. Guess she felt left out of the introductions.
"Get this plane in the air, Emmett," orders Carlisle.
"Will do," he replies, and disappears into the cockpit.
**Edward's tracking skills have not improved. In New Moon, he was looking for Victoria in Rio when Victoria was in Forks hunting Bella. Now he's looking for Bella in Victoria (British Columbia) when Bella's in California.
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