TO CHANGE THE FUTURE

Chapter one: Returning


ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO SM... havent done anything for awhile so thought i would give this idea a go...

set 20 years in the future... everything happened as SM wrote in New Moon until the day Bella jumps off the cliff... Jacob never made it in time and it was victoria who pulled her out of the water... knowing the one thing edward didnt want was for Bella to be changed, victoria changes her and leaves her alone. Theres more details but that will be explained in the story itself... Hope you like... and if you do please review :)


Is it possible for nothing to have changed in twenty years? As I walked - at human speed of course - through the endless emptiness that was Forks, flashbacks began streaming through my mind. Nothing had changed, not really. The cars were better sure but everything else… even the same shops. I stopped outside Newton's store and watched through the window as the average looking plump male stumbled around the store marking up new goods. Could that be Mike? I shook my head remembering how he once looked, sure he wasn't my type, he had nothing on 'my type' but I couldn't deny that he was good looking, that his generic looks caught most girls attention. He looked so… old. I focused on my reflection and compared. I didn't look a day over eighteen and him, saying he looked his age of thirty eight was being generous.

Headlights caught my attention as the spun around the corner and pulled to a stop in the small car park that was situated to the right of the store. The black car door flung open and out stepped who at first glance I assumed was Mrs Stanly, Jessica's mother. I took in her appearance, glancing back at Mike and realization hit me.

"Jessica" I whispered watching her as she repeatedly checked her watch and rolled her eyes towards the store. Here in the dark, in the shadows I was safe from her view but she definitely wasn't safe from mine. The door swung open, Mike waved towards Jessica before locking up and heading towards the car.

"We're going to be late!" she threw at him, her brow stern.

"Sorry babe, I had to make sure it was all ready for tomorrow." his voice was low and shaky. It was clear who was the head of that relationship. She rolled her eyes at him, hissing between her teeth, before returning to her seat and driving away. I watched in horror as I remembered back to how she had almost begged for his attention and now she treated him like her puppy rather than equal.

Looking back at the store, I remembered the months I had worked there, the time 'he' had left me, the emptiness that came with that… the hole. I shook it off and continued through the town, albeit a little bit too fast to pass as a human. The quiet town of Forks was sleeping and for that I was thankful.

I froze as I took in the small dark wood building on the corner. POLICE DEPARTMENT, engraved on the wooden sign that hung over the door was large and hard to miss even in this light. Charlie. It had been a long time since I had seen Charlie, an even longer time since I had spoken to him. I flittered to the window edge and looked in, watching the grey haired man, now fifty eight, huff and puff as he searched through evidence and the endless supply of folders on his desk. Even though his brown curls were gone and the lines were firmly etched around his forehead and eyes, he still looked the same. He was still Charlie. I had checked in five months after the transformation to find him still searching for me, it had broken my then ice cold dead heart to watch him. I wanted to run to him, to hold him but I was worried what his smell would do to my restrain. I knew that somehow I had been granted more restrain than most but I didn't want to push it, especially with Charlie.

My next visit had been a mishap. I was checking in on Renee - after spending three years alone I needed to be reminded of why I should keep up this life, why I shouldn't give in to the blood lust - I had waited till the sun had completely set before dashing across the beach from the high cliffs and watching her through the window.

To my surprise I saw Charlie, standing at the sink washing dishes as Renee resting her head on her palms to the right of him, leaning on the counter. It had taken me awhile to realize that Phil was nowhere to be seen, not even a single photograph. I listened for clues trying to make sense of what my eyes were seeing but when I did, I wished I hadn't. from what I concluded, Phil had left Renee when she had become obsessed with finding me… her and Charlie both.

I couldn't watch Charlie sitting at his office desk anymore, I was certain I wouldn't hurt him now, I knew it with every fiber of my being but entering him into this knowledge, into my world would be evil. He didn't need to know the things I knew, know about the real monsters that go bump in the night. He was alive and that was all I needed to know. Also, he was here which meant if I hurried I could visit the house, see my old room… maybe pick up a few things that he wouldn't miss now.

The street lights flew by as I ran full speed down the open highway. The road was empty and like 'him' I had found a new love for running, the freedom it brought me as the wind whipped at my face was exhilarating.

The small two bedroom house hadn't changed a single bit, it had been repainted but only to restore it to its normal look. I stood looking up at my window aware of the many nights I was certain 'he' had stood here looking up before jumping and shimmering in my window… something I was now about to do. I had always kept my window unlocked, even after he left hoping that when he returned - If he returned - he would be able to get in. It wasn't hard to get in.

Not a single thing had been moved. Nothing. There was dust on everything. Opening my closet door I couldn't help but laugh at the clothes, over the last twenty years I had seen how quickly fashion had changed and recharged, it was something that amused me and although I wasn't really interested in it, I found that it kept me connected to Alice. If I knew what was on the catwalk it was easier for me to think of her and imagine what she would look like. My frail human memories were beginning to blur now and so remembering them, all of them was becoming harder and harder. Especially 'Him'.

Something shiny and silver caught my attention and as I bent down to pick it up I found more memories, ones that I had completely blocked out coming to the forefront of my mind.

In my hands I held the car stereo that Emmett had bought me for my eighteenth. It was the one thing that 'He' hadn't taken back when he left, everything else was gone and this was the one thing I had left to prove they were real.

It had stayed in my truck for two weeks after my birthday, I didn't feel a need to use my truck, being that I had no thoughts of ever leaving my bed until the day I had let myself remember that night. I had been trying to figure out what I could have done different, when I remembered my truck and found my curiosity flaring.

I had almost fallen down the stairs as I took off out my front door towards my truck, aware that Charlie was running after me. I flung my car door open and there it still was, the red bow still lying underneath the passenger seat.

"Bella, where are you going?" Charlie probed as he grabbed my arm. My temper ripped out of me and I had to get that out of my truck. I wanted it gone.

"NO WHERE!" I shouted throwing my keys at him as he stumbled back watching me with worrying eyes. I threw the bow at him next and intuition seemed to light his face as he watched me jump across the seat and start clawing at the stereo before finally throwing it at him as well.

The funny thing is the clearest part of the memory, I still remember the bitter pain that flooded my hands as I tore nail after nail down and off, I can still feel the hot blood pumping down my hands as I kept yanking at it and the final snap of the wire as I tore it away from the dashboard.

My one reminder. Now with my enhanced senses, I could smell the stale blood that still remained on the untouched equipment. I dropped it down again and pushed the door shut. I had gotten use to this pain, this emptiness but I as I started to forget more and more, it seemed almost easier to get through the day. Reminders like these… they hurt too much.

I sat down at the end of my bed, like I always did. I wanted a proper view of my room, the way I use to see it. I wanted to remember it incase the next time I came home, it was gone. It had always been a habit of mine to tap my feet when I had been human and it was something I used when I was trying to fit in with the humans, a nervous give. I knew it was silly but I was hoping that maybe if I did it, that even for a tenth of a second I could pretend that I was still just seventeen year old human Isabella Swan that had moved to this god forsaken town as a good gesture for her parents. That any seconds now, the horn would beep and Jacob black would be outside with his dad and mine, showing me my new truck. And for a tenth of a second it worked, that was until I noticed the difference in the sound. My left foot made a hollow noise, whereas the right held more, a shaking that human ears wouldn't have been able to pick up on.

Curiosity was always my biggest problem. I knelt down to examine the floor boards, there was not rotten flesh scent so my ideas of it being a dead rat or mouse was erased immediately. With one finger I flicked the floor board up and froze as I took in what laid in front of me.

Covered in dust and spider webs was the letter I had addressed to Renee, a letter that was full of the negatives of the photos from my birthday, of me and 'Him'. The blank CD case that held the cd that 'He' had created for me… and then there was what was underneath. The photograph taken in the living room downstairs. The one Charlie had taken. The last picture before 'He' left.

Could a vampire throw up? Could a vampire get sick at all? If its possible I was certain I was about to. The hole that had been festering for years grew at a supernatural rate, it tore at what was left of me, everything I had tried to rebuild, everything even Jacob had helped me regain all those years ago. I felt the skin around my eyes tighten, the dry stinging pain that shot through my eyes and I knew that this must be what it feels like to really cry… even without the tears as proof.

I hadn't rebuilt anything, I had only tried to hide it.