Twilight: Charlie Meets Bella P2
Saanvi Kunisetty
For some reason, the peculiar smell of blood wafted through. Weird, Bella faints at the sight of blood. Why would they have that around here?
Sprawled across the couch in a tangle of gigantic muscular arms and legs was Jacob. Honestly, I was surprised the couch wasn’t collapsing underneath him. It was amazing how quickly he had grown. I could vividly remember the puny kid he was a few years ago. Of course, perhaps the sudden growth spurt he had gone through could be explained by his ability to transform into a wolf. Hmph, I grimaced. Oddly, as if he could read my mind, Edward let out a low chuckle, while the remaining Cullen siblings paid no attention to this, as if they were used to it.
I now brought my attention to everyone else in the room. I scanned all the faces, but the one I was looking for was missing.
“Where’s Bella?” I asked in a demanding tone. Edward’s hint of laughter was replaced with an aura of excitement, caution, and hesitation, somehow all at the same time.
“Don’t freak out Charlie, but Bella looks just a bit different. You could say the wedding really changed her…”
I frowned at Jacob’s comment. Bella was never a spontaneous person, how much could she have changed? But then again, the Edward boy had definitely changed that a bit. My thoughts whirled as I recalled the events from the past year- Bella lying in a hospital bed, Bella sprawled in the woods unconscious, Bella’s sudden trips to who-knows-where, and Bella’s abrupt decision to get married. I shoved all these thoughts out of my head with much-needed force, and spoke yet again.
“Look, she’ll always be my Bella. Let me see her now.”
“Alright Charlie… Bella, come on out love,” Edward said, quickly but cautiously.
A stranger- a heavenly beautiful stranger- glided out of the nearby room noiselessly.
“Charlie,” the stranger pronounced in a tinkling voice. I observed her features, noticing the similarities between this stranger and my Bella. Same colored hair, slightly wavy, but with a new sheen to it. Almond shaped eyes which lacked Bella’s chocolate brown irises. Cheekbones shaped the same way, but with a pale pink tint. Oh, the list could go on and on.
“Dad…,” the voice chimed again, “It’s me.”
“B..Bell..Bella?” I said, knowing it was her, but not wanting to believe it. Where was my daughter? What had they done to my precious Bella?
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