Title: And we all fall down
Author: You can call me Jill! but my journal name is
Rating: I'm switching to M because of language that is going to happen.
Summary: Set during New Moon (why I like to write fics in that time period I have no idea) Edward makes the biggest mistake of his existence but what will happen when he rushes back to fix it? Where is Bella, who has taken her so quickly? Why didn't Alice see it coming? and, most importantly, how much time does he have? I haven't decided yet if this will be another bad Jacob fic (probably not) but I will warn you if I decide to take it in that direction (I have decided to include the wolves!). I was inspired to write this while listening to Muse's version of 'House of the Rising Sun' and 'Almost Lover' by fine frenzy.
Warnings: New Moon spoilers!
A/N: Not my characters...obviously! And it's unbeta'd.
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I felt like I needed to gasp for as much air as possible. As if, suddenly, I was human again and required the use of my lungs, like I was drowning and I had no idea how to claw my way to the surface. I gasped frantically and Alice was automatically by my side,
“Edward, Edward shh. Come on, it’s alright. Edward!” She shouted at me but I couldn’t get a grip on reality. I frantically searched my own mind for what Bella could have possibly told her captors, what had they done to make her admit to anything? I continued to gasp in hysteria, I didn’t need the air but my mind was so crowded that a physical reaction seemed inevitable. “Edward, it’ll be alright, we will fix this! Edward listen to me!… Oh for Christ’s sake!” With that my smallest sister slapped me clear across the face knocking me over so that I was laying on my back. She scrambled on top of my chest pinning me down, “Listen! You aren’t going to be able to do anything to help Bella if you are such a basket case about it! You have to face it, our powers are of no use in this situation, we have to rely on instincts and other senses, it’s what they want, and we have to accept that. Now, listen to me and listen to me good, either you snap out of this now and fight or I’m taking your phone and I’m handling this myself do you understand me?” Alice’s words hit me like a reasonable ton of bricks. I regained composure and nodded violently. “Damn, I was really hoping I was going to get to slap you again” She sprung lithely to her feet and I followed.
“I don’t even know where to begin Alice. Whoever has Bella said they would be in touch, that Bella had told them something interesting. I have no idea what that could possibly be.” Alice listened intently to every word that flowed from my mouth. She nodded once,
“Then, we wait. We can’t afford to get all stressed out and possibly make a mistake…that is the last thing you want to do at the moment.” When Alice had to, she could be the most logical person in the room. I watched as she folded herself onto the couch and patted the spot next to her. Esme watched from the kitchen in silence; her thoughts were a horrid mess of panic and fear for my mental health. She allowed me my space, however, seeing as she was very confident in Alice’s ability to care for me. She knew how close the two of us were and that comforted her.
“I’ll be fine mom, I’m sorry if I scared you.” I whispered, I knew she could hear me. Esme was instantly in front of me,
“I just don’t want you starving yourself. That won’t do Bella any good whatsoever, you have to be alert and focused, not distracted by your thirst.” She said looking down at me, her small arms crossed over her chest. I offered my mother the best smile I could muster,
“I know. I’ll see if Emmett and Jasper will go with me tonight for a quick hunt.” I wanted to make Esme happy, and, she was right, I needed to hunt…desperately. Alice’s small hand grasped mine in support as we prepared to sit and wait, something we never thought we would have to do.
BPOV (before Edward received the latest message about the game changing)
I was terrified when I awoke again. I hadn’t been having a horrible nightmare after all, I was still in darkness but the room around me was different. I was warmer, it almost felt muggy where I was, the air hung around me, damp and rank with a scent I didn’t want to find the origins of. I sat up from where I had, more than likely, been tossed. Pulling myself into a sitting position I realized, with horror, the amount of pain that shot through my arm, something was obviously broken and I cried out. The sound of my distress echoed off the walls and reverberated back to my own ears. I found myself shaking as I stared into the darkness around me,
“Oh Bella, you remind me so much of a helpless little deer, or perhaps a lamb. Small, unknowing, so terrified that you don’t have the strength to actually move. Scared, literally, stiff. Beautiful, I didn’t think I could do it you know…keeping you alive this long. Even now I’m wondering how long I can draw out this game, how many Cullens can I kill, how broken can I make Edward Cullen before I kill you and he loses it all? I love playing games but, you’ll be so fun to kill won’t you. So warm, so soft, you smell so delicious already that I don’t know how long I can resist. Though, I suppose, if you get too close to death Edward will just turn you…am I right?” Her voice was menacingly soft and terrifying. As a reflex response to her question I shook my head ‘no’, what a big, and stupid, mistake that was,
“No? Really?…interesting, and why is that dear Isabella? Why won’t Edward Cullen sink his pearly whites into your soft skin and give you an eternal life by his side?” She crooned. I bit my tongue, I didn’t want to say, because, I honestly didn’t really know, she didn’t want silence though, “Answer me!” She shouted, a snarl building up in her throat,
“I don’t know.” I squeaked, my voice was raw again, raspy, and I realized how extremely hungry I was, “I don’t know why he won’t! He says he’s afraid.” I confessed. I hated speaking to her, I hated knowing that she had the upper hand in this situation, that Edward was powerless. But I was so afraid, I was so weak, that I was willing to say anything to protect my family,
“Afraid? What could Edward possibly be afraid of…besides losing you.” She bent down beside me and pulled back a bit of my hair. Her hands were like ice,
“He says he’s afraid of losing control…of killing me. And, he’s, afraid of…of… my soul. He thinks I’ll lose my soul.” My hands were trembling and my voice shook as I let the truth flow from me.
“Interesting…very, very, interesting Ms. Swan.” She pulled out my phone and flipped it open, the bright light suddenly illuminated her firey red hair,
“Victoria.” I breathed. She chuckled once, a breathy, terrifying chuckle,
“Took you long enough. But it’s not just me doll, you have no idea who your little vampire family has pissed off. Who they have provoked with Edward’s little slip-up…keep the secret, that’s the only rule he has to abide by and he, obviously, has broken it. The Volturi are threatened by your lover’s family, this just gives them an excuse to finally do them in. They are very interested in seeing how I kill off every single member of the Cullen family.” I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t speak and Victoria stood up and strode away from me, “I’m just not sure how alive I’m going to keep you now.” She made no sound as the small light disappeared into the blackness. I gave up and slouched over, sobbing into the ground.
It had been hours since I had heard anything. I normally didn’t feel time rush by me so quickly but since Bella had disappeared every second sounded loudly on the clock. Alice sat beside me as still as she had been when she had first snapped me out of my hysteria. I could tell that evening was drawing near, Charlie had called twice to ask if anything had turned up. I lied, once again, saying that our friends from school hadn’t heard from her or seen anything out of the ordinary but that I was still searching, frantically, for her. Apparently Charlie had caught a “lead” and was calling me from his cruiser. I wanted to tell him that there was no “lead” but I didn’t want to have to explain myself.
Emmett and Jasper came downstairs as nightfall was quickly setting in,
“Let’s go.” Emmett grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the door, “You have to hunt or you won’t be of any use trust us. I knew my brothers were right but I still didn’t want to leave. I fished in my pocket for my cell phone and tossed it to Alice,
“If anything comes up I’ll find you.” She said. I nodded and out the door I went. I intended to make this the shortest hunting trip in history.
My brothers and I uncovered a herd of deer not too far from the house and had no problems taking them down. I would admit that it felt nice in a way to let my instincts take over and I was grateful for it. The grateful feeling didn’t last too long however and I felt the need to be back home. Emmett and Jasper understood, I told them that, maybe, I would hunt again tomorrow and that made Emmett happy. We ran back, in silence, to the house, they knew that joking was out of the question.
Alice tossed me my phone as soon as I entered the back door,
“Anything?” I asked. She shook her head,
“I’m sorry.” I could sense that she felt the despair I felt and Jasper attempted to calm us all the best he could. I was just about to sit down when a sharp knock on the front door echoed throughout the living room,
“Shoot, I wasn’t concentrating…sorry.” Alice whispered, “I can’t see anything really right now anyway.” She added in a mutter. I walked to the door, intent on shooing whoever it was away. I opened the door to find Charlie standing there, a look of shock on his face; shock, anger, and despair,
“Charlie…what is it? Come in please.” I opened the door enough for the Chief of Police to walk in,
“Edward…son…we found a body.” Charlie whispered. I heard Alice’s sharp intake of breath, heard my brothers stand up suddenly, I felt my own breath stop and my own mind shut down,
“Charlie…I--” I began but my phone vibrated in my pocket. Alice was there in an instant, she wrapped her tiny arms around Charlie and began to sob her great, tearless sob,
“Edward. Go get Carlisle!” She cried. I knew that she really meant ‘Go check your phone. Now.’ I obeyed and ran, at a human’s pace, up the stairs. As soon as I was out of human view I flipped open my phone to a new message:
“Perche un uomo fa che cosa non deve? Per lei. Per per essere suo. Per per essere un genere di uomo.”
A/N: My apologies if I butchered the Italian language on that one…I used an online translator. The quote is actually "Why must a man do what he mustn't for her. To be hers? To be a kind of man." I originally heard in on Buffy though I thought it fit in perfectly here. ENJOY!