The Move

I stared at the couch as I pushed the door closed behind me. There was spots of blood on the table, and the couch, and my dad was nowhere to been seen.

"Dad?" I called again.

No answer. I went to the table by the door and quickly pulled out a small pocketknife we kept there, just in case. I held the blade out as I tiptoed to the hall to see if he could be here. Then I heard his voice.

"Clam down!"

I moved the pocketknife to my side, not convinced all was well and went towards the noise from his room.

"Dad?"

Jacob was on my dad's bed with what looked like a towel around his head. Poor Charlie was trying to nurse him.

"Dad, stop."

I mentally sighed.

"I'll take care of it. Would you mind getting the first aid kid from the kitchen? It should be under the sink."

He was off and after setting down the knife, I took the towel off of Jacob's head. After seeing his injuries, I had to wince.

"What did you do?"

His face was mauled. A busted lip and bloody nose, a black eye and his scalp was bleeding as well. It wasn't too bad, I gently dabbed at his lip and head while I spoke to him.

"Defended you."

He coughed and I sighed out loud.

"Jacob I'm a big girl, I'll take care of it."

"You don't get it. You have to pick a side now. They're coming-" he breathed roughly, "they're coming to make you choose. Please Bells, don't get hurt, please."

"How soon will they be here?" I asked softly.

It was obvious to me that Charlie was waiting outside the doorway, but I was used to his footsteps. Jacob must've had no idea or he wouldn't have kept going.

"I'm sorry about his family's house, but I don't know when they're going after them. You have until tomorrow, and then you need to choose. I'll vouch for you Bella, I'll keep you safe."

He took the opportunity to hold my hand but I pulled away. My heart was hurting. I wanted so much to go with Jake, he was so alone sometimes, so different from his father, and Quil and Embry; but Edward's family was mine now, I couldn't go against them.

"Jake I can't."

"What?"

"I refuse to make bombs and help kill people who've never done anything to me."

"But they're going to!"

"Do you make bombs Jacob?" I whispered softly, afraid of the answer.

He remained silent; it told me everything.

"Come with me Jacob. Get rid of them. You can still be a rebel; you can stay with me, but no more bombs. No more violence."

"We can't stay here."

"Let me take care of that. Just promise me you'll come with me."

"I promise."

"Go back," I said softly, "Be back here at dawn."

He nodded and disappeared while I sat on the bed and sighed. Charlie popped in and stared at me.

"Am I not entitled to knowing anything anymore? When were you going to tell me the Cullens were leaving town too?"

"When I got home just now. I was going to tell you we should follow suit."

"Where are we going to go? I have no one past Forks."

"There's a center. I'll find someplace. Just trust me, please."

Before he could answer I went to the living room and wrote a fast letter, praying nothing would stop it from getting to Edward.

Dear Edward,

I can't explain now but things have changed. We have a new address. I'll explain everything in the next letter, I promise. I love you.

Bella.

After quickly writing the address for the center, I sealed it and stuck it into my pocket. It was simple to pack my things away but it was hard for me to believe everything would be alright. As I put my belongings into bags, one by one, I cried. This was all my fault, but I would fix it… somehow.

--Edward's Point of View--

It was hard to read the paper between my shaking hands but somehow I managed to read off the names.

"Sarah Anderson."

A woman cried out and two of my comrades had to drag her into the line with the others.

"Thomas Anderson."

The man went to his wife, kissing her softly. I choked out the last name as the lump in my throat grew.

"Tiffany Williams."

She was the same girl from the asshole's office. She stared at me and now there was no fear; there was hatred. The line of camp "conspirators" marched outside with soldiers all around. General Dueker was behind me and clamped a hand on my shoulder.

"It'll be over soon."

Dueker was the only soldier around here I could stand. He didn't seem as dull or obedient as the others, and in a way, he reminded me of Emmet. He was here for the same reason I was, but he was here to save his wife. We'd talked about it one night in the rec room.

"So why are you here Cullen? You don't seem like the fighting type."

"It was me or my brother-in-law."

"Must be one great brother-in-law."

"He is," I laughed, "But my sister's pregnant, I couldn't have that hanging over my head."

"I know how that feels. My wife has tuberculosis. Without me here, she wouldn't get medical treatment."

"Do you hear from her?"

"It takes a while but I do. I write to her everyday; I know the mail is slow but I do it anyway."

"That must be why I haven't heard from Bella."

"Who?"

"My wife."

"You're the only guy besides me I've heard of being married around here."

"Weird huh?"

We'd exchanged pictures of our wives, told stories. It was good to have someone around that knew how much I missed Bella, how much I longed for her every day. As we walked back to our cabins, Dueker was silent behind me. He'd learned to tune it out, to shut down. It was only when couples were shot together he'd flinch. I wish I could've shut down like he had, because I knew when I slept tonight I would have the image of the couple dying together, hands held even after their last breaths.

I slept restlessly that night, constantly tossing in my sleep. Something hit me and I woke up, gasping for air. One of soldiers I shared a room with had thrown a pillow at me.

"Keep it down."

"Sorry."

I rolled on my side and took Bella's picture out from under my pillow. Her smiling face was all the comfort I had now, but it was enough to help me go back to sleep and for the nightmares to drift away.

--Bella's Point of View--

We spent the night packing. I called Alice to tell her of our plans and she promised to be waiting for us there. Jacob had gone home quickly hours ago when he realized how much of a hurry I was in. The sun was starting to rise now and I slung my bags over my shoulders. Edward's jacket was zipped up and I made sure my wedding band was snug on my finger. Charlie was waiting for me in the living room, his bags all precariously hanging on one shoulder.

"Ready?"

"We have to wait for Jacob."

I glanced at the time and bit my lip, it was going to be bright out soon and I didn't want to be here when the group of rebels came.

"Ten minutes. If he's not here by then we have to go."

Charlie nodded and I plopped onto the couch, stretching out my sore back. I hoped Jacob would be here soon, we had to leave.

--Jacob's Point of View--

God this was humiliating. I was trying to convince Bella I was mature and better than Edward but my stupid dad was trying to keep me behind.

"Jacob, Bella's married, I think it's best if you don't go with her."

"Dad you don't need me here why should I stay?! You'll just get hurt with me here anyway."

"I said no Jacob."

"Dad," I whispered, "I'm leaving. I love her. I have to do something, anything to make her realize marrying him was a mistake. I won't disappear, I'll come back. I just have to do this."

I was faster than him in his wheelchair, but my heart was pounding as I ran out the door. I could hear him yelling after me but I had to do this, I had to make Bella love me too.

--Alice's Point of View--

I was in Jasper's arms in the center. They'd been nice enough to put our family in the same hall together, with a room set aside that was promised for Bella. I had my hand over my stomach and kissed his neck with a smile.

"How's it feel to be a daddy?"

"Almost as great as it does to be your husband."

I grinned at him and kissed his neck again, snuggling deeper into his arms.

"I love you."

"Love you too."

He was more tired than I was. Bella was taking forever to get here and I was anxious, not good for a pregnant woman! I laughed softly to myself; Bella and mom were so difficult about it. Making sure I ate the right foods, stayed away from anything that could be hazardous to the baby. You had to love them both though. My mom was so caring and Bella, was well… she was Bella; level-headed and 

completely in love with my brother. I felt the urge to find something to eat then, so I got up to get into my stash of snacks. I turned on the light and dug around in my bag when I heard Jasper's gasp.

"Alice are you bleeding?"

"What?"

"There's a spot of blood… on your thigh…" he whispered softly.

I looked down and it was true. My heart pounded.

"Is there any on the bed?"

He looked underneath the blanket and nodded.

"How much?" I said with a shaking voice.

This couldn't be happening. Carlisle said it wouldn't hurt the baby if we had sex… had he been wrong?"

"Not a lot. Another few spots."

I nodded softly and took a robe from my bag.

"I need to go talk to dad."

"Do you want me to come?"

I shook my head.

"It will be easier if you stay. Can you do me a favor?"

"Anything."

"Take my chocolate out of the front pocket. I need some."

He was already digging it out as I turned to leave. I walked to my parents' room, breathing heavily. After a quick rap on the door, it was opened.

"Honey what's wrong?"

"Get dad."

My mom turned her head and motioned to the bed behind her. He came up behind her and gave me a puzzled stare.

"What's wrong Alice?"

"I think something's wrong with me."

"Tell me what happened."

"Well me and Jasper did it and now there's spots of blood on my leg and the bed!"

I broke down into desperate wails and my mom quickly pulled me into a tight hug so my cries wouldn't wake up the people around us. This was the worst part about having your father also be the person who was giving you treatment for your pregnancy, he had to check.

"Esme, go see to Jasper and help him put new sheets on the bed, there should be an extra in one of the cabinets. Alice come inside and I'll have a look."

I went inside and waited uncomfortably as my dad made sure the baby was fine. After a few minutes he smiled at me and my heart calmed.

"The baby's fine but I would suggest laying off the sex for a while."

I blushed, I couldn't help it. God this was awkward.

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize. Just please," he looked at me almost laughing, "please follow my advice."

I nodded and went back to my room shooing mom out after many reassurances that I was fine. Jasper kissed me heavily at the news and once we were back on the bed I cuddled into his arms.

"Love you."

"Love you too Alice."

--Bella's Point of View—

Jacob showed up at the house with his stuff and we were gone. It was like a dream. In a blur we were in Olympia and unloading the car. Jacob insisted on helping me carry my stuff and I was really too tired to argue. We went inside and a woman showed us to our rooms. It was quiet all over, but I was too tired to think there was anything strange about it. Jacob went to stay in a room in another part of the building with Charlie and I took my room next to Alice and Jasper, or at least that's what the woman told me. I fell into bed fully dressed and fell asleep after only a few seconds. The day had been trying, but I had no idea what it would be like here.

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Sorry if this chapter was kind of crap, I've been studying like mad and running around doing a zillion things at once, but as always I want everyone to review. ) Constructive criticism is welcomed.