Chapter 5
Renesmee's POV
I turned as I began to slowly wake up. The feel of the Egyptian cotton bed sheets weaving in-between my legs was oddly comforting. My eyes burned and my throat was dry. I could tell I was crying for longer than my body could handle. I turned onto my back. The room was dim but the curtains were closed and it was clearly a bright day outside. As I tossed in the bed I heard mumbles sound from outside. That's odd… With my vampire senses normally I could hear everything that happened in this house perfectly.
"…So still no sign of him?" I caught grandpa Carlisle say.
"No, but we're not going to give up that easily. I retraced the path we took this morning. I followed our scents but his just suddenly stops. Literally! It's like he's been plucked out of time... Again... Just minus the creepy statues. It's the same with Bella's and the Volturi's scents. They just stop," Jacob explained.
"I haven't a clue where on earth he could be. I tried Edward's mobile but all I keep getting is that he's out of range," grandpa added.
"Oh god, what are we going to do?" Jake asked as if he'd lost all hope.
"I don't know. Even the Doctor seems to be having trouble with this one. We just have to be patient. You never know, maybe he'll just come back," grandpa said with a mix of hope and worry oozing from his voice. Even though I couldn't see him I could picture him wide eyed and heartbroken. My dad was his best friend.
"What is important now is that you spend time with Nessie. She's taken all of this worse than any of us," grandpa continued.
"Can you blame her?" Jake questioned.
"No, but all this stress is sending her blood pressure through the roof. She needs to calm down," grandpa said seriously.
"Is the baby-"
"The baby is fine Jacob. Don't worry. All the tests I did before she went to bed turned out perfect except she just needs to relax. If her stress levels get any higher then it could be dangerous for both her and your child. It's early days yet Jacob. It's hard to tell how things will turn out," grandpa continued.
"I understand…," he paused. There was some emotion in his voice I couldn't read. If only I could see his face. "What the hell are we going to do about Bella?"
"Jacob, after Edward and Nessie you know her better than all of us put together," grandpa consoled.
"At least I thought I did," Jake replied grimly.
"Look, things always find a way to work themselves out. You can take solace in the fact the Doctor is here to help us. Just don't be so hard on yourself Jake."
"You're right… You're right," Jake mumbled. I could hear grandpa begin to walk away and his first few steps down the stairs. My bedroom door began to cautiously creek open.
"Ah… You're awake," Jake smiled, entering the room and sitting on the armchair close to the bed. All he was wearing was a pair of ripped jean shorts though they didn't start out like that. I remember the day Aunt Alice bought him those Levis.
"Just about, yeah," I replied lamely, flexing my tired muscles.
"So, did you hear everything Carlisle and I were talking about?" he inquired smirking.
"Yes, sorry for eavesdropping… So my father is still missing?"
"Yes, I'm so sorry Nessie! This is all my fault!" he responded with a genuine sound of upset in his voice.
"Don't ever blame yourself for this Jacob. Not in a million years will this ever be your fault," I said trying to convince him. He looked away, his expression devastated.
"You don't understand, it's because of me we were in the forest in the first place. It's because of me Alice didn't get any visions of what happened with Edward and the Volturi," he responded glumly.
"Look, just because you were in the forest together or because Aunt Alice can't see anything that involves you doesn't mean this is your fault. This isn't the first time the Volturi have lied. I bet they've brainwashed dad just like mom."
"I wouldn't put it past them, but this is the Volturi we're talking about and they're always scheming so we've actually no idea what's really going on. Just thank God that the Doctor is here," Jake added.
"Oh yes! The great Doctor has come to save the day again!!!" I sneered my voice full of heavy sarcasm. Jake's expression became cross.
"Jeez Ness… He's the Doctor. I don't understand what your problem could be," he said shaking his head.
"What? Am I not allowed to dislike one person," I replied with the tone of sarcasm still lingering.
"That's not what I meant. It's just- not only has the Doctor done so much for the world- he's done so much for us too, and you know that. He stopped the Weeping Angels. He-" Jake defended before I interrupted him
"See that's exactly my point. He brings trouble with him wherever he goes in that stupid blue shoe box. I still don't get how dad and grandpa are so fascinated by that thing. I mean it's tiny!"
"It's bigger on the inside," Jake retorted.
"And how would you know?" I responded. We were both fuming. We had let our emotions and anger get the better of ourselves. We hardly ever fight and it hurt every second. I knew I should stop before I would say something I'd really regret but I didn't see my steam settling just yet. Jake groaned.
"Right, I've never seen the inside of the TARDIS, big deal! Neither have you!" Jake yelled trying to control his own anger.
"Oh I'm sorry! I guess I should now bow down in front of the Time Lord like everyone else then?" I spat, my sarcasm returning.
"For God's sake Nessie! You're not the only one who's upset here! Your mom and dad are my best friends! Stop being so immature! Sometimes I forget your still only eleven!" he yelled. That one was a low blow and it hit me hard. He knew that was my soft spot. My eyes began to well up with fresh tears. I was like a dear caught in headlights.
"I thought you said you had no problem with my age," I murmured. It was barely audible, a whisper. The tears spilled over. Jacob's tense muscles relaxed. He was taken aback, his eyes wide, he just realised what he said. He lightly gasped. We both have tempers but this was the biggest fight we've had in a very long time.
"I'm sorry… I…" Jacob began but he stopped. He looked heartbroken. He stood up, leaving his chair behind him and stepped towards the bed and me. What the hell was he doing?
"Move over," he ordered quietly yet pained somehow.
"Get in your side," I replied coldly. I was still upset with him and to be quite frank he deserved it. He raised his eyebrows at me. I sighed and moved over. I flipped over to face away from him and I squeezed my eyes shut angrily, wishing for not only the tears to go away but Jacob too.
I felt the tug of the covers as he turned, lowering himself into the bed while pulling the covers over him. He inched closer to me. The silence between us was practically unbearable. He wrapped one arm around my waist and curled the other up my back. I could feel him move my hair as his hand lightly brushed my neck. The warmth of his body pressed to mine is exactly what I needed but I had to ignore the sense of peace that I felt when I still wanted to scream every swear word under the sun at him. He gently kissed the back of my neck.
"Turn around Nessie," he asked. It was almost a whisper.
"No!" I wailed as the tears continued to come. I wasn't just crying over our fight. I was just so overwhelmed about everything that has happened today. Telling everyone about our engagement, finding out about my pregnancy, mom and dad and the bloody Doctor.
"Please?" he retried. I didn't respond. I just buried my head in my pillow. Jacob moved closer to me. He kissed the top of my head before sighing into my hair.
"If I ever raise my voice at you like that ever again I give you complete permission to bite my head off," he apologised. He kissed my neck again.
"I think I could take you," I mumbled into my pillow. Jake chuckled and squeezed his arms tighter around me. I guess my response was my backward way for saying: your forgiven. He began to kiss my neck again. This time repeatedly and a different spot each time. I didn't want him to see me fight a smile so I kept my head buried in the pillow. After a minute or two his hands and mouth stopped moving.
"Will you turn around now?" he asked. The tone of his voice had become much lighter.
"Fine!" I groaned. "But you're going to have to get up off me so I can actually move."
He laughed again while he released his grip on me. I turned and my tears were beginning to subside but my eyes still burned. There was a half smile playing at his lips. Much to his surprise I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. It was the first time I had kissed him back since he came into the room. Facing each other we both made ourselves more comfortable. He once again began to wrap his arms around me.
"I'm sorry… I really am," he began. "I guess we're both just tired and so much has happened today. I guess we're just overwhelmed."
"I guess so," I sulked. For once I really was acting my age. He pushed a ringlet out of my eyes and behind my ear.
"Look Nessie, you know I have no problem with your age. Heck! I was the one who asked you out when you were 8 years old! If that's not the definition of cradle snatching then I don't know what is," he smirked. He was joking now, I could deal with that. I giggled and pressed my head to his chest.
"There's that laugh I love," he smiled. I raised my head again and placed it on the pillow so we could give each other eye contact.
"You know what I love?" I questioned.
"What?" he asked suspicious yet smiling.
"You," I replied. He burst out laughing and I couldn't help giggling along.
"I'm sorry but that's the cheesiest thing I've ever heard!" he chuckled.
"I know isn't it!" I enthused. "It's true though… I heard my dad say that to my mom when I was little and I used to always want to say that to someone but as I got older I realised how awful that line really is."
"I suddenly feel extremely sorry for Bella," he laughed. I grimaced at the mention of my mother's name. Jake saw me and his expression straightened. He pulled me closer to him, holding me to his chest. His fingers twisted in my hair.
"I love you Nessie and I will stop at nothing to get your parents back home safe and sound. No matter where Edward is or how much Bella has lost it. I promise you that I'll bring them back to you," Jake told me sincerely.
Time began to pass and our comfortable silence enveloped us. We held each other, gripping onto any sense of hope.
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Edward's POV
6 hours earlier…
I expelled myself from a snowy, moss covered bolder and flew forward. The bloody scrapes on Jacob's legs made him easier to track but they were healing fast and his thick scent was fading. Thankfully his thoughts were something I could still rely on to try and catch him. I ran as the forest flew by me.
At first I wanted nothing more then to rip Jacob's limbs off one by one but now I'm no so sure. This chase really has cleared my mind a little and helped me come to terms with things that my temper previously wouldn't allow.
Nessie might be only eleven but I'm the one who's been acting like a child.
I should have realised a long time ago that whatever makes her happy makes me happy. I might be her father but I have to let her live her own life. The fact that she has grown so fast is no excuse. I just wish I understood all this before I reacted the way I did.
Being a mind reader has its advantages and disadvantages, but hearing what Nessie was thinking and feeling after what I said and done in the kitchen broke my heart. She was genuinely upset and angry and it was all because of me. I've ruined this moment for her. Jacob has more of a right to rip me to shreds than I do him.
I really wished I could have controlled my temper but I guess it was just the initial shock, being told that they're getting married and there's a baby on its way on the same day. I'm now oddly excited at the prospect of someone calling me granddad. It's surreal but nice.
As I continued to run after Jacob his scent became duller. I had no plans on dismembering him anymore so this chase became simply for the fun of it. Jacob's thoughts said that he was turning into an area dense with tress.
I prowled forward, accelerating, heading in his direction when all of a sudden I tripped.
I tripped!? For the first time in 100 years I actually tripped. I put my hands out in front of me defensively and they broke my fall and I easily pushed myself onto my knees. It's not like I would get hurt anyway but still! I'm not being arrogant or anything but I don't trip. I looked behind me and there was nothing in my way that would cause me to fall over.
I jumped up to my feet swiftly. My shirt and trousers were wet with snow and dirt. As soon as I was standing I felt this feeling of dizziness come over me. How odd? I fell to my knees but this time it was a knee-jerk reaction to my faintness and not me tripping over my own feet.
"What the-" I began to mumble before something flew over my head. I didn't get a look at it but it smelt a bit like a plastic variation of carbide, a compound I used a lot in advanced chemistry classes in the 70's and 80's. But it was faint. There was something else there. It was like a metal but it smelt different, strange. I didn't recognise it at all.
I stood up again and thankfully my unusual faint spell had ended. I hadn't hunted in two weeks so maybe that could be the cause. I was saving it for Bella's birthday in a couple of days. We would be going on a big hunt up the mountains just me and her. However I've never felt like this when I was thirsty before. Vampires didn't get dizzy.
I felt a little unnerved after what happened so I decided to catch up to Jacob, apologise and head straight home to tell Carlisle. I wiped some muck off my knees. Esme wouldn't appreciate me dragging that into the house especially after I trashed her kitchen.
I took a few steps forward but I couldn't smell Jacob anywhere. He must not have realised I fell. That's when I realised I couldn't even hear his thoughts anymore. That's odd, he couldn't have gotten more then three miles away from me in that short space of time. Maybe he went home, but I was beside a big redwood that meant I was only two miles away from the house. When I thought more about it I realised that I couldn't even hear anyone else's thoughts from home either. That doesn't make any sense unless Bella is blocking them all including Jacob but why would she do that?
I ran around the forest looking for Jacob for about fifteen minutes and then I decided to go and see if he went home. As I ran back to the house the forest seemed oddly peaceful. I ran by a fallen pine that I remember passing earlier but strangely there wasn't any of mine or Jacob's footprints left in the snow. As I got closer to home I realised that none of our footprints showed anywhere. The snow looked untouched as if we had never been here. I was beginning to get worried. What was going on?
The house finally came into view and that's when I realised that something was definitely wrong. The yard around the house was all overgrown with weeds, no evidence of Esme's beautiful flowers. The house was dark, unkempt looking. I went to the front door. It was locked but when I tried my key in it, it didn't fit. I easily broke the lock with my strength. I couldn't believe I was breaking into my own house, even if it didn't look like my home.
I stared incredulously. The inside was as different as the outside. There was absolutely no furniture. It was all replaced my a layer of dust and cobwebs. I began to walk slowly towards the staircase.
"Bella!" I called. "Jacob!… Nessie!… Carlisle!"
No answer from any of them. To be honest I wasn't surprised. The house was deserted. My biggest question now was not where everyone else is but where I am.
I've travelled in time before so maybe this could be the future. The house was rundown- as if no one had lived here for may years so maybe my family moved on years ago. But if it is the future how did I get here? I thought only Weeping Angels could send people to the past but I didn't even hear their thoughts so it couldn't have been them meddling again.
Suddenly my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and I was surprised with what I saw. The familiar screen had changed and was blue with a symbol saying Cybus Industry's on it. It had granted me internet access. I checked the date and time and it was the same as my time the 11th of September 2017. That still didn't mean I wasn't in the future though as my mobile was probably just still on its normal settings. I closed the page and dialled Bella's number. All I got was that frustrating woman tell me that I was out of range which wasn't surprising.
I was holding myself together pretty well I thought. I wasn't panicking just yet. I decided to head towards the town to see if I could at least try and find out where was I and what was going on. I left behind the house and started running through the forest towards Banff.
Unlike the first time I got stuck in the wrong time I was alone. Though I was in one way not happy about the fact I was alone I was also glad that this time Bella wasn't with me. I wouldn't want her to go through this again.
I made it to town speedily and I was shocked with what I saw. It was the same, bar one or two things it was the exact same. If I really am in the future then it must only be a couple of months or years.
As I turned the corner at the chemist it began to snow. I was only wearing a mucky blue shirt and brown trousers and shoes. I knew the weather wouldn't effect me but I would gain a number of stares in this ice cold weather due to my lack of warm clothes.
I crossed the road towards the bank and as I did that a nurse named Sarah who works with Carlisle walked by me. As everyone else that walked by me she stared but unlike the other faces I didn't recognise with her I noticed something that made my future theory even weaker.
She was the same age. She hadn't aged at all, still in her early thirties. So if this was the future it was definitely only a few months ahead. But why would my house look like that if it was only a few months?
There was one thing that was different though about Sarah and it caught me off guard. Over the past three moths I have met her the odd time I would go visit Carlisle at work. However, right now, she didn't recognise me at all. Her mind registered me as a stranger and there was no trace of Carlisle her boss in her thoughts. What I was most surprised with was her thought patterns. They were different yet the same at the same time. It was her but it wasn't.
I looked around. I decided to try that news paper trick again but I couldn't see anyone with one. That's when I saw three boys from my English class standing by the bus stop. I tried to act casual and walked over to them.
"Excuse me, Jason?" I asked. "By any chance would you know what date it is?"
The three boys stared at me like I had ten heads. Jason was the tallest and stood out in his big red hoodie. They didn't recognise me either which was even more surprising because they are in class with me everyday.
Jason glanced at my clothes and thought I was a lunatic. The three of them looked to me suspiciously yet annoyed. They were wondering how I knew Jason's name.
"It's... Ummm... September the 11th," he said after looking at his phone.
"Thank you and what year is it?" I prompted. They looked to me as if I was an idiot. They thought I was a homeless person or something.
"God this guy must have only just come up from under his rock," Dylan laughed to himself.
"Freak!" Matt thought accusingly.
"2017," Jason replied with a edge to his voice. As soon as he answered as they started shaking their heads and quite obviously talking about me they walked away.
I felt like they had been nothing but rude to me, even if they did tell me the date. It made me realise that when Bella and I were stuck in 1917 it was much easier to get polite help from people. It just shows how today's modern society has gone downhill. But I brushed that interaction off. That was not what was important. What was important was the date it gave me.
The date was the same, so the most logical explanation of time travel was out. So then where was I? Though it looked the same I was anywhere but home. I had no idea where I was or what to do. I was completely lost and what if I really was stuck here? Unfortunately this time I didn't have the help of the Doctor or Bella. I was all alone.
I felt hopeless but I would not to give up. First though I decided to go on a quick hunt to clear my mind and decide what I was going to do. I knew a satisfying hunt would help calm myself down.
I was walking out of town at a pace that was agonizingly slow. I couldn't use my speed because surely some human would see me. As I passed an entrance to an alley way I could of sworn I heard someone think the word 'Doctor'.
I swerved round and saw a blonde haired woman from the back running up the alley. Images of the Doctor flashed through her head. Maybe all hope wasn't lost for me just yet. I began to follow the woman but I ran at a fast human pace.
She turned a corner as I began to catch up with her. That's when I saw him. The Doctor. He was here and he could help me find a way home. He was facing away from both me and the woman who was at least ten paces a head of me.
"Doctor!" she called, she didn't sound panicked she was just getting his attention. He turned and I was surprised by what I saw yet again.
He was older, a good ten years older and thankfully I still couldn't read his mind. That was a pain I don't think I could have dealt with right now.
He smiled at the woman who's face I still hadn't seen before he noticed me. A confused furrow developed in between his eyebrows. The woman took his hand and turned to see what he was looking at. When she turned my eyes widened. It was that girl I had seen from the Doctor's mind. It was Rose. Expect like the Doctor she looked older. I stopped in front of them as they both stared at me.
"Doctor! You have no idea how glad I am to see you!" I exclaimed relieved that I had found someone to help.
The Doctor looked to Rose and gave her a look as if to say 'Do you know him?'. She shook her head. They both turned and stared at me.
"I'm sorry, but who are you?"