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“Bella, normally we would have moved on long ago, but we’ve stayed, trying to give you as much time here with your father, and our friends as possible. Moving to another location means little to us anymore—we’ve done it so many times, but we knew this move would be especially hard on you. But the hospital is asking too many questions, and Carlisle is running out of excuses.”
I nodded my head and spoke, “I understand.” And truthfully, I did, but it didn’t make the thoughts of leaving Charlie or the place that I had come to accept and call my home easy.
“We still have some time, but not much. You don’t know how badly I wish I could tell you that wasn’t the case.”
I sighed and resigned to his embrace, burying my head in the crook of his neck. “We have so much to do, so much to decide. What to tell Charlie, decide where we’re going to go…and Jacob and Renesmee?” I laughed without humor at the thought of dealing with breaking the news to them.
Edward rubbed my arm consolingly. “We’ll figure it all out. And they’ll understand. And Jacob is more than welcome to move with us, you know that.” I sighed and lay back on the blanket and peered up at the sky that was starting to darken with the approaching twilight. Sure there were lots of arrangements to be made, and lots of sad good-byes to exchange. I knew that once we left Forks, returning, even for brief visits would be practically out of the question. And that was that. There was no fighting it, no trying to find an escape. There was just the feeling of accepting that this was one aspect of the life I’d chosen. And truthfully, I was fine with it.
I felt Edward shift nervously beside me, uneased by my extended silence, no doubt. I turned my head to meet his gaze as he lovingly stroked my cheek and watch the resolve in his eyes as he read the acceptance in mine. After a moment, I scooted closer to him and turned back to watch the first starts of the night as they slowly began fighting their way through the deep pink sky, eager to make an appearance as the characteristic clouds began to creep their way back.
Eventually, Edward broke the silence. “Alice says there will be storm later. Animals are most active right before a storm—we should hunt before we head back to the house. Are you ready to leave?”
“Mmmm…not yet.” I angled my body so that I was hovering over him, watching the reflection of the stars in his dark eyes. “I think I’d like to stay a little longer. I think there are a few more memories of this meadow I’d like to make before we leave Forks.”
His answering smile told me that he’d caught up with my mood quickly and I answered by finding his lips and pressing my own to them with crushing force. He returned my kiss with a burning passion that sent a burning warmth coursing through my veins from my lips down to my toes. He tangled his hands in my hair, holding me to him and in one swift motion, rolled us so that it was he who was hovering over me. After a long, passionate moment, he pulled back long enough to growl playfully and respond between desperate, wanting pants. “Yes, Bella, I think maybe we should stay a bit longer.”

Like all good things that must come to an end, so did our afternoon spent together in our meadow. Eventually, as Alice predicted, the sounds of the approaching storm began growing closer and more demanding and we reluctantly gathered out things and unwillingly departed. We stopped at the cottage long enough to deposit the blanket and my scrapbook on the small porch and then set off further into the woods and towards the nearby mountain range in search of our pray.
Edward and I hunted effortlessly together. He would circle behind our intended prey and drive them right to my waiting attack. A short time and a small heard of deer later, we’d drank our fill and headed back to the house, knowing that Jacob and Renesmee would have returned by now.
Just as we began nearing the house, Edward froze, peering towards the big white house in the distance. He turned his head in one direction, and then another, as if he were listening for something, or to something. I heard his phone as it began vibrating in his pocket, but he ignored it. “Edw--?” I started to ask, but his hand shot up in a gesture to wait that immediately silenced me. I listened intently, but the only noise was the occasional sound of the loud thunder, now rolling directly overhead.
He continued to hold his posture for another moment and took two tentative steps forward. I shadowed him noiselessly. Finally, he spoke. “Something’s wrong.” And then he broke out into a full run. I didn’t question him, but followed him immediately, closely matching his pace and arriving back in the driveway only a step or two behind him. As soon as we reached the driveway I detected a very tell tale scent that drove my legs to carry me even faster.
As we approached the house, I noted the large double doors stood open and heard broken, frantic sobs from inside the house. “Renesmee!” I gasped. I easily cleared the front stairs and burst though the front entrance. The scene that presented itself in the foyer of the house was one of pure chaos. Furniture had been overturned and a crystal vase that once sat on a table lay shattered in a million pieces strewn across the floor.
At that moment, a sharp bolt of lighting snaked its way across the sky outside and illuminated what my vampire eyes had already detected. Renesmee sat huddled at the bottom of the stairs, sobbing relentlessly. Her entire body shook violently with each sob. Instantly, I was at her side, taking her face in my hands, pure panic filling my entire body. “Renesmee? Renesmee!? Look at me sweetheart! What happened? What’s wrong?” Her eyes met mine and her body shook anew with another round of violent sobs as the remainder of the Cullen family arrived, entering the foyer.
I didn’t see them come in, but Alice’s panic stricken voice told me they stood close behind. “I didn’t see it…I didn’t know…Jacob…”
“Jacob! Jacob where are you?” I began calling frantically. Surely he must be somewhere near. I got no response, and turned my attention back to Renesmee, who still remained incoherent as she sat now surrounded by myself, Edward and Rosalie. “Renesmee!” I demanded. “You have to tell us what happened. Where is Jacob?” Still unable to find her voice, she reached a small, shaky hand up towards me. I grabbed her hand and shoved it to my face, desperate for the answers she couldn’t speak aloud.
At first, her thoughts came scattered and fragmented, impossible to decipher. Jacob bringing her into the house, watching distant flashes of lighting with him through the windows and a horrendous crash as the front doors swung open as Jacob phased. Then, at last, she came to rest on one scene that gave me the answer I was looking for. I dropped her hand and gasped, my breathing unable to speak. Edward shot to his feet and swore, bringing his fist down on a table that remained upright, easily breaking it in two.
Unwilling to believe what I’d seen, I grabbed her hand again, but the scene she showed remained the same—positioned protectively in front of Renesmee slumped a massive pile of russet colored fur that was Jacob. Standing over him, smiling sadistically, was Jane.