A/N: This is the last chapter. This is where the rating is fully earned. R&R is you so wish.
I do not own Twilight, I just play with the characters.
CARLISLE
It's been six weeks since Bella was taken. Edward holds out hope that everything will turn out okay, that Bella will be found and they can have their happily ever after. I dread every phone call, certain that someone found Jacob and Bella and they need me to determine time and cause of death. Even my loving wife, Esme, is having a hard time finding hope for poor Bella. Edward's siblings have stopped even bringing up her name. Poor Alice was depressed for a few weeks until her boyfriend, Jasper Whitlock, came into her life. Emmett took it hard and bounced back, like he always does. His girlfriend, Rosalie Hale, was little help as she has been an exchange student the last school year and then on a family vacation.
My phone breaks up my thoughts. For some reason I know what the call is about before I even answer. They have found Bella and Jacob. I pick up the phone anyway. The forest ranger on the other end describes the situation a little. A couple of campers found two bodies in an isolated cabin. Jacob and Bella are dead, as I feared. I don't have it in me to call Edward to tell him the news so I simply grab my bag and head for my car. The drive there is the longest that I have ever driven. Silence reigns in my Mercedes as I cannot even turn the radio on in my state of mind. Thankfully I make it to the cabin without incident.
"Dr. Cullen?" the ranger asks.
"Yes, where are they?" I respond.
"They are in the bedroom. The campers came up on the back corner of the house. That room has glass for the outside walls. At their first glance, the campers thought that the victims were in the heat of passion, but then they noticed that the bodies were not moving at all. That's when they called the ranger station," he explains.
"I see. Well, I had better get to work," I reply and walk into the cabin.
The daylight illuminates the bedroom through its two glass walls. There are note cards everywhere. I carefully step over some of them as I approach the mammoth bed that dominates the room. Glancing around me, I notice that the pictures on the wall are not of Jacob or Bella. They are of a couple that I have only seen a couple of times on their way through Forks. This cabin this must be their weekend away cabin.
Paper crunching catches my attention. I look down at the note card I accidentally stepped on. Moving my foot, I read what Jacob scrawled on it.
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo
That quote is fitting for this case. I finally make myself look at the bed. The sight before me will haunt me for the rest of my life. All of the bedding is white. In the middle of the mattress, a lifeless Bella lays on her back. Her frozen expression is one of complete terror. There is a dagger sheathed in her chest. The comforter around her is stained crimson. Both of them are completely naked. Jacob is slumped over Bella, poised in between her legs. His face is buried in the crook of her neck. Moving closer to inspect the bodies, I see that he is still inside of her. No wonder those campers thought what they did. I can't put off a call to Charlie any longer.
"Charlie, this is Carlisle," I tell him.
"What is it Carlisle?" He sounds resigned, like he knows what I am about to tell him.
"A couple of campers found a cabin out in the middle of nowhere," I start to explain.
"Where?" he interrupts me. He can't see her like this. It would tear him up worse than her abduction.
"Charlie, that's not important. Jake and Bella are inside," I try to soothe Charlie into staying put.
"I'm coming out. Why are you there?" he asks the one question that I don't want to answer. He needs to know though.
"I was called out as the M.E. You see, they are both dead. I am so sorry Charlie. You can't come here, it's a crime scene. I'll call you the minute I have them at the morgue," I assure him.
The other side of the phone is quiet. Then Charlie hangs up. I hope he heard me, but I don't know if I would have had the presence of mind to do so if I were in his place. I close my phone and slip it back into my pocket.
There is a flurry of activity as the scene is processed around me. I place the time of death sometime this morning. It was probably just before the campers stumbled across the cabin, but that part is more speculation. I notice something on Bella's wrist. It's the charm bracelet that Edward had given her for their six month anniversary. Now there is a seventh charm next to the heart-shaped diamond. It is an intricately carved wooden wolf.
I try to shield Edward, Charlie, and Billy from the disturbing details of the case. That was made impossible thanks to a journal found in the bedroom. The journal held all of Jacob's deep, dark secrets. As weeks pass, the whole story somehow leaks out like can only do in a small town.
Jacob had been planning this for months. He waited in the tree outside Bella's bedroom window. Apparently he did that on an almost nightly basis. When she hung up after talking to Edward that night, she went to the bathroom. Jacob had taken that opportunity to slip quietly into her room. He drugged the glass of water sitting on her night stand. Then he hid under her bed.
There Jacob patiently waited for the drug to take effect. After Charlie had checked on Bella and headed to bed himself, Jacob stole out from under the bed and spirited Bella off into the woods. They made it to the cave before the search began. Thanks to the drug he had used, Bella slept for hours. He just sat there, watching her sleep and writing. Dozens of lines from Romeo & Juliet filled note cards. In his journal, Jacob compared himself to Romeo, Bella to Juliet, and Edward to Paris. The only part that was not methodically accurate was Edward. His version of Paris was sinister and calculating. He tricked poor Juliet, Bella, into believing that she loved him instead of Romeo, Jacob. The depth of the poor, lovesick boy's delusion is astounding. The whole town is amazed by it.
When Bella awoke, she was startled by her surroundings. Jacob had brought her to the cave to show her the depth of his love for her. That was phase one of his plan. At first Bella protested. She brought up Nessie, the name Jacob had given her of his girlfriend. Her insistence that Jacob saw them as friends knew no bounds. The overwhelming evidence before her finally got through. Then she tried to convince Jacob that she really and truly was in love with Edward.
That night he took her to the cabin. She had no idea where they were, but that did not stop her from trying to escape. Jacob had to take measures to prevent her from getting away. He would not let her ruin his plan to convince her that they belonged together. He fed her, bathed her, and took care of her basic needs. The constant assurances of his love for her did nothing to convince Bella though and he had to resort to other means about a week after they arrived at the cabin.
His journal entries meticulously detail his endeavors. They record the weight of her breasts in his hands, the feel of her surrounding him, and so much more in excruciating accounts. He learned to use her body's involuntary responses to try and bring her pleasure. Bella's protests were rationalized. Her tears, explained away as guilt over her fling with Edward.
Through it all, Bella never yielded. She maintained that she and Edward were in love. This resulted in a change in Jacob's journal entries. About a week before they were found, he started discussing 'the ultimate show of love' at the end of Romeo & Juliet. He found an ornate dagger used as a decoration in another room. The night before he was going to use the dagger on Bella to make her his Juliet, the boy mixed himself a poison from chemicals on hand in the cabin. His last entry talks about a discussion he had with Bella about his plan. She was justifiably terrified, but he had made up his mind. He was going to stab her and drink his poison the next time they were intimate.
Poor Bella didn't stand a chance. Jacob overpowered her. His obsession not only ended their lives, but it also tore apart the ones they both loved.