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Chapter 4
La Push, Washington, 2006
BPOV
As if acting on instincts rather than common courtesy or experience, I jumped to the nearest wall and wheeled around, growling. All this happened so fast that I was momentarily shocked.
"Whoa Bells!" I saw a muscular guy with short, black hair standing by the door. He stood up, and I noticed that he was very tall, and had tawny skin. Wait, was he speaking to me? I looked around; there weren't anybody beside me. Bells? I felt my eyebrow scrunch up in confusion. He must have seen my confused look because he added, "Bella? Don't you remember me, Jacob?"
Jacob? I scoured every corner of my brain, trying to find memories of Jacob. When I found them, without thinking, I ran to Jacob and engulfed him in a big hug.
Suddenly, I was hit by a wall of wet dog stench. I realized the awful smell was present in the room the whole time, but it wasn't as strong while I was distracted. Now, all I could smell was the fetor. I let go of Jacob and stumbled a few steps back just as three half-naked guys appeared in the room, all in a defensive stance.
"I'm fine," Jacob told them, "Bella's just a bit excited, that's all. It must be somewhat overwhelming to recover so many human memories, right, Bella?"
I nodded woodenly, not really paying attention to the movement. I was busy linking memories to the three new faces, labeling them.
Then I replayed what Jacob said in my mind. "Human memories?" Did that mean that I was no longer human? No longer alive? Dead? Then why were Jacob, Sam, Quil and Embry here with me? How-
"Um, Bella?" Sam cleared his throat, his face a mask of discomfort. "Of course they're human memories, since now, you're no longer a human…" It seemed like he wanted to add something, but decided at the last minute to bite his tongue.
Sam and Jacob exchanged a glance. "Bella, you…you're…a vampire."
What? A vampire?
I should have been happy, excited, bouncing for joy. But I wasn't. Before, I only wanted to become a vampire so I could have eternity with Edward. Edward…The name still sent agonizing jolts of pain through my entire body. But now that he was gone, there was no point for immortality. No point in moping on the Earth and killing innocent animals. I should die. I shouldn't deserve to live.
Sam looked at me, taking a deep breath, and then wrinkling his nose in disgust. "Bella, since you are a lee- vampire, you must leave right now. If you kill any human within a 20 miles radius of La Push, then, I'm sorry, but we will have to kill you. You can return to Forks after at least 80 years, but you have to stay far away from La Push."
"Why?"
"Because your kind, blo- vampires, can kill humans, and it is our duty, as shape-shifters – or werewolves – to protect our tribe, and humans. We don't want you close to La Push; there is always a risk."
My mind was spinning like a merry-go-round stuck at full speed, trying to process everything Sam had sad, trying to remain calm. "Jacob, you're…a werewolf?"
Jacob looked at me sheepishly. "Yah, that was why I didn't answer your phone calls. And you should probably leave right now, before Paul…" he trailed off. His eyes, with a hint of the carefully concealed sorrow revealed, concentrated on the carpet.
I got the hint: they wanted me gone a.s.a.p. "Ok…then, bye!" I called as I ran outside without glancing behind.
And why would I look back? They weren't going to welcome me back. They couldn't undo my transformation, couldn't make me a human again.
A forest, Washington, 2006
BPOV
I had been wandering aimlessly in this forest for several days, wondering what I would do with my life now. Where should I go? Should I settle permanently, or be a nomad? Should I go to school, or get a job? These questions swirled in my brain.
Finally, I decided to finish high school first, and then I would try to get a job as a journalist – my dream career.
Russia, 2096
BPOV
It's been 90 years. 90 years since I set foot there. 90 years since he left me. 90 years since my human life ended.
During these 90 years, I made many vampire friends, attended the most prestigious schools, achieved countless degrees, excelled in numerous professions, travelled around the world…
And now, 90 years later, I was going back.
I was going to revisit Forks.
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