Surviving Seventeen
The sequel to Sweet Sixteen. Please read that first otherwise you will be confused. I was surprised by the reviews I got for Sweet Sixteen so I just had to carry on with it XD
All characters are not created by me but the amazing Stephenie Meyer. I only made the story line :)
A.N: Ok guys, at the end of the last chapter I left a note saying I was leaving it on a cliff-hanger for the next series when I had time. I am up to my eyeballs in school work and keep getting emails saying i'm a "weirdo" and that I should be "blacklisted" because I ended my fan fiction with that. I write for fun not for a job and so I have released this chapter from what was going to be the next series but it's not going to happen. I don't like writing under pressure, I never get good results. Please I'm not asking for reviews, favourites. I'm just asking for paitience!
Chapter Thirty – Death
Jacob's POV
"IV's don't work Carlisle."
"Yes Rosalie I am the doctor you know."
"Then do your thing!"
"I'm trying"
Sometimes I wished I was human again, just so that I could hear what regular people hear. Not the music from the freeway or the whispers in the next room.
Especially when they were discussing Renesmee's condition.
As soon as we were off the private jet Edward bought (yes bought within an hour) to pick us up from Isle Esme she was lying in a hospital style bed with Carlisle working over her.
I'd never felt so ill.
"Bella, maybe you should sit outside..."
"Alice i'm fine"
"Jasper?"
"Bella?"
"No! She's my daughter!"
The thrumming of Nessie's small heart was hard to block out as I placed my hands hard over my ears and rocked backwards and forwards.
"Let it stop..." I cried out unable to stop the whirling mixed voices in my brain. Shaking I felt like I had all them years ago when I had phased for the first time.
Nauseous, petrified and angry.
When I opened my eyes little Alice was slumped beside me her own eyes shut humming gently.
"I have a headache." She moaned.
"Me too. Can you? You know, see her?"
Everywhere was silent while I asked my fatal question eve Alice stopped humming.
The little shake of her head was enough to cause my stomach to drop.
"Carlisle doesn't know what's wrong, vampires don't get sick, but then again she's not vampire..." Alice mused almost to herself. "Venom could cure it you know..."
My eyes snapped open at what she was saying.
"Turn Nessie?" I choked out and she nodded biting her lip like I remembered Bella used to do.
God, how simple everything was then.
"He has a theory you know." She continued not even looking at me, she dug her fingers into the floorboards below creating a dust. "That she's ageing too fast, and her body isn't coping. Even though she's frozen, it's strange really..."
The dust scattered away as Alice blew softy, she turned to me her eyes pleading.
"She's going to die Jacob."
The words echoed in my mind as her cold stare penetrated me.
"She is going to die if we don't do anything soon."
"What exactly are you asking?" I asked, quietly not even sure if I wanted to know the answer. She opened her mouth to speak and closed it.
"Carlisle..." she started and a throat clearing came from the other room.
"Ok an Edward have another theory." I was sick to death of theories already.
"Spill." I ordered. The room started to spin as she outlined the theory.
"So, vampire venom works wonders and she should heal but that would also make her your enemy..." Alice trailed off at the end as I started to nod and shake.
Nessie my enemy?
Never.
Sure i'd lived with the vamps all her life but her a...a vampire?
"Jacob, she will die." Alice said again putting her alabaster palm on my own copper bicep. Her hand clenched.
"Ok. Do it, transform her into one of you. Just please save her."