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Spitefic Poll--RESUBMITTED

To all of those who already voted—I’m sorry, but you will need to recast your votes. I re-did the poll, because I realized five spots made it damned hard to figure out which one people liked best. So, if you wouldn’t mind, recast for me. Sorry!

All righty. I closed yesterday’s poll—thanks to all who voted. Going over it, it looks like the general consensus says I start posting ASAP, but only here on the journal. So I will get going on that probably this weekend, unless I want to finish the next chapter first before starting up. However, for now, I have another poll. Because THEY ARE FUN. I AM HAVING WAY TOO MUCH FUN.

Well, and I am honestly curious about this. These are the fics I wrote when I did the Eclipse recap. I want to know which ones you guys like best. So, here are the fics first, and then there’s a poll after them and you can rank your top five, if you want. I’d appreciate some feedback, and if you want to say why you liked the ones you did, feel free to mention them in the comments. This is also so I can know what directly I should write in when I’m doing the BD recap, since more ficlets were what were most requested when I got to that one.

Happy reading.



Fic #1: The Emancipation Proclamation

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I took a deep breath and tried to make my tone more reasonable. "I'll do my time without complaining when I've done something wrong, Dad, but I'm not going to put up with your prejudices."

Bella Swan, Chapter 2



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Charlie’s face went flat and hard, and I saw his hands clench into white-knuckled fists.

“That’s fine, then, Bella,” he ground out with only the slightest hint of pain in his voice. “Fine. Since I am just so prejudiced and since you don’t want to put up with it anymore, you can leave. In fact, I insist.”

I blinked, unable to process his for a moment before I finally realized what he was saying.

“But—Char—Dad—” I spluttered. “I—I don’t want to move out, I just want—”

“You just want to have your own way,” Charlie cut across me smoothly. “Well, as you have consistently reminded me whenever you aren’t getting it, you’re an adult now. Time for you to start acting like one—and true, independent adults don’t live with their fathers. I’ll even help you pack. It might take a little longer to transfer your truck and its auto insurance over into your name, but we’ll get it done.”

“But—but—” My brain wasn’t processing this. “Charlie, I—I only have a part-time job, I can’t pay for that—”

Charlie snorted and turned his fiery gaze to Edward. “I’m sure you’ll find some way to pay for everything you need.”

I flushed in anger, but before I could speak again, Edward calmly raised a hand. “Charlie—”

“My name,” Charlie interrupted coldly, “is Chief Swan. You are not my friend, you are not my equal, and you are not my senior.”

I could see Edward suppressing a smirk when Charlie said the last point. “Chief Swan—please, let’s be reasonable about this. Bella is your daughter, after all—”

“—who has constantly reminded me that she is of legal age now and can do whatever she wants. Well, I’m afraid that people under my roof have to live by my rules, and she clearly isn’t willing to do that,” he said, speaking to Edward but looking at me. “So, it looks to me that these things aren’t compatible—so I guess her only option is to leave. You’d better call your family and tell them to set an extra place at dinner, because I know that’s where she’ll be running,” Charlie sneered bitterly, turning away from us both.

“Chief Swan,” Edward continued patiently, “you don’t know what you’re saying. You’re angry—you’ll regret this later, and you know it.”

Charlie whipped around and glared at Edward. “Well, then, I’ll say something that I definitely won’t regret: Get out. You get out of my house now.”

I finally got to my feet, shaking. “You can’t order him around—” I began, voice choked.

But then Charlie turned to me, his teeth bared. “It’s my damned house, Bella! I own it and I pay the bills, and I have a right to order anyone I want off of my property!” he shouted at me. He then stabbed his finger back at Edward. “Get out!

Edward, looking slightly alarmed, rose and left the room, leaving me alone with my quivering father. He watched Edward leave and waited until he heard the front door open and close before turning back to me and folding his arms across his chest. “Well?”

I swallowed. “Charlie, I—I’m sorry, I’ll—I don’t want to move, Dad, I really don’t—”

“Yes, Bella. You do. You do want to move,” he said his voice sorrowful but resolute. “As much as it hurts me to say it, you have clearly made a choice. You want nothing more to do with this family—this is nothing but a motel for you while you follow that…that smug little jerk around. I’ve made it clear that anyone living under my roof has to abide by my rules, and as you clearly aren’t able to do that, then I’m afraid that I’m not going to be able to keep you here.” His face twisted in pain. “I don’t see why you’re so worried,” he said bitterly, turning away again. “I thought for sure you’d be thrilled and jumping at the first chance to move out of this house and in with your precious Edward. It’s more than obvious that he’s more important to you than your family or friends. Well, you’re going to live with that choice now.” He turned on his heel. “I’m going upstairs to start packing up your stuff. You can help if you want. But I expect you out by tomorrow.”

And then Charlie disappeared up the stairs, leaving me alone in the kitchen.



Fic #2: Dear Abby

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"Edward left me last fall because he didn't think I should be hanging out with vampires. He thought it would be healthier for me if he left."

Bella Swan, Chapter 4



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“Edward left me last fall because he didn’t think I should be hanging out with vampires. He thought it would be healthier for me if he left.”

Jacob raised an eyebrow. “And…you got no say in the decision?”

“Well,” I said slowly, “I tried to get him to stay—”

Jacob snorting distracted me. “Nice to see he’s got such respect for you and your decisions.” He looked back at me, a strange sort of half-smile on his face. “Notice I left the decision of hanging out with me once you knew what I was up to you?”

“Edward was just trying to protect me,” I insisted.

“That I’d buy. I assume he’s the main reason you haven’t come down to see me before this?”

“Well, yeah, but…” I heaved a sigh—there was no way Jacob could possibly comprehend what was between Edward and me.

“But nothing, Bells. That guy has no respect for your feelings.”

My head snapped up and I glared at Jacob furiously. “How dare you?! He’s the most unselfish person in existence! He did everything he did for my safety!”

Jacob rolled his eyes. “Yeah—except that he never considers your feelings on the matter before doing whatever he damn well pleases. And notice it’s always about what he decides is safe and what isn’t for you?” He gave a bitter snort. “He’s not keeping you safe for you, Bella—he’s keeping you safe for him.”

I was on the verge of just getting up and leaving now. My hands were balled into fists, and I was trembling with fury. “Don’t—don’t you say thing like that about him!”

Jacob didn’t stop, though. “My pack doesn’t keep my tribe in La Push—they can leave if they want. We don’t keep the citizens of Forks in their houses. We don’t decide where they go and who they see—it’s their choice. But we still protect them—we protect them for them—for their own sakes, not because it’s the way we want things. If a vampire comes into town, we will defend them as best we can, but we’re not about to try to put the whole place on lockdown.”

“That—that’s just because you can’t reveal your secret!” I shouted, finally finding some way to counter him. “If everybody around here knew about you, you could easily order people to stay indoors if there was a vampire on the loose—and you would, too!”

Jacob was looking at me strangely—as if seeing me for the first time. “I wouldn’t do that at all—that’s…that’s like declaring martial law. That wouldn’t be right, if the werewolves ruled the entire town. Sure, we could argue that we only did it for their safety, but there wouldn’t be any free will.” His eyes narrowed. “Although you seem to be fine with the fact that you don’t have any.”

“I am happy to have a boyfriend who loves me so much that he’s willing to do anything to protect me,” I sniffed in response.

“So you’re fine with him lying to you and hurting you and—your own words—tearing your heart out?”

I opened my mouth, and then snapped it shut. We fumed at each other for a moment, and then I finally jumped up and wrapped my coat around me tighter. “You just don’t understand!” I shouted, and then stomped off down the beach.



Fic #3: Newton’s Revenge

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The Volvo followed inches behind me.

Bella Swan, Chapter 6



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The Volvo followed inches behind me. I put up with that for a few moments more before making a snap decision, my second one of the day.

I slammed on the brakes.



Fic #4: Splitsville

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Of course he was there. He stood against the wall across from me, in the shadow beside the open window. His face was hard and his posture tense. He glared at me wordlessly.

Bella Swan, Chapter 6



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Of course he was there. He stood against the wall across from me, in the shadow beside the open window. His face was hard and his posture tense. He glared at me wordlessly.

My mouth tightened involuntarily into a thin line, but I quickly made my face a smooth mask and began to go about my business as if I hadn’t seen him. My backpack was beside my bed, so I opened it up and took out the books I needed before going over to my computer desk and clearing a space so I could spread my things out.

As I flipped my Calculus book open to the correct page, I could feel Edward’s eyes still on me. Well, I wasn’t going to play that game. He could make the first move.

I’d done three of the fifteen assigned math problems before Edward finally figured out that I wasn’t going to be the one to break the silence. So much for the patience of the immortals.

“Bella,” he whispered. “Do you have any idea how close I came to crossing the line today? To breaking the treaty and coming after you? Do you know what that would have meant?”

“Yes,” I replied in clipped tones, keeping my temper. “It would’ve meant you would’ve started a war with the werewolves.”

You would have started a war.”

I slammed my pencil down, the heel of my hand slapping the desk with a bang, and turned to him, my fury matching his own now. I’d wanted to remain calm for this, but that—that was too much.

Me? You want to explain what kind of twisted logic you used to come to that little conclusion?” I snarled as quietly as possible, my hands balled into fists.

“I told you repeatedly not to go to the werewolves,” he said slowly, his arms crossed tightly across his chest.

“Okay, Dad,” I sneered. “That still doesn’t explain why me going to see my best friend is somehow the reason why you would bring the werewolf pack down on your entire family and cause a lot of bloodshed.”

Edward growled, a low rumbling deep within him, and though I felt stupid, I wasn’t about to be threatened by him, so I growled right back, teeth clenched. “Don’t you growl at me, you self-righteous bastard.” Edward looked briefly surprised through his anger to hear me use such language, but at this point, I didn’t care. “In case you forgot, I spent a good long while around an entire group of werewolves earlier this year. When they were new. I’m clearly unscathed. Jacob is not dangerous.”

“Bella.” He rolled his eyes. “You aren’t exactly the best judge of what is or isn’t dangerous.”

Stop patronizing me!” I all but shouted. I closed my eyes and took a few breaths, struggling to get better control of myself so as not to alert Charlie. When I opened my eyes again, I felt a little calmer. “I know exactly what is and isn’t dangerous. There was one werewolf who might have been dangerous—and Jacob stopped him from attacking me. Jacob is in much better control of his wolf side than you want to give him credit for.”

“They are dangerous, Bella,” Edward repeated, allowing a little authority to seep into his voice.

“Yes,” I snapped. “And so are you.”

Edward blinked; for a moment, it seemed I’d pricked his balloon of self-righteousness, soundly deflating him. But it didn’t take him long to start swelling again. “When have I ever harmed you?” he asked calmly.

“Oh, who cares about that, Edward?” I continued. “You could hurt me, that’s the point. I mean, that’s why you left last year, right? Because it was too dangerous for me.”

Edward flinched in pain; normally, that would make me regret my words instantly, watching him cringe like that. But not this time—no, this time, I relished it. Time to stick the knife in deeper, I thought grimly.

“So go on, Edward!” I strode over to the window and threw my hand in its direction. “Get out! Get away from me! You’re too dangerous! If Jacob’s a danger, you’re a danger! This is all about my safety, after all!”

“Bella,” he began, and while his voice was mostly calm, I could hear the underlying currents of fury, anguish, and—though it was barely there—panic. “Bella, I have never hurt you. I would never dream of hurting you.”

“Liar.” Edward snapped his mouth shut, looking on the verge of telling me just how wrong I was, so I quickly spoke over him. “I distinctly remember you telling me all about how you wanted to kill me when you first met me.”

“But I didn’t, Bella—”

“And Jacob hasn’t hurt me,” I said curtly. “By your own logic, I should be allowed to see Jacob any time I wish. Because, even though he could hurt me, he hasn’t, and he would never dream of doing it. He’s just as much of a danger as you. As such, if I’m allowed to hang out with you any time I want, I should be allowed to hang out with him any time I want.”

“Bella, please stop being difficult.”

I tamped down the sudden urge to sock him right in the jaw—but only because I knew that would hurt me more than it hurt him. “It’s my life, Edward,” I ground out. “I will do as I please.”

“Bella, I love you. You know this. And if you loved me, you would please, please give me peace of mind.”

I nearly saw red. My fingernails cut into the palms of my hands, but I did my best to keep a level head. He wanted to play that game? Fine. We would play that game.

“If you loved me, you’d let me live my own life.”

Edward’s expression darkened. “You’re not being fair, Bella.”

“And you think that you are?” I snarled. “What gives you the right to pull that disgusting ‘if you loved me’ card on me?” I pointed to the window. “Get out. I guess I don’t love you, because I have no intentions of—how did you put it?—giving you ‘peace of mind’.”

“Bella, this conversation has not ended—I am not leaving,” he growled at me.

“Okay, fine.” I crossed my arms and turned to my door. “Dad!” I hollered. “Can you come up here for a minute?”

“Are you crazy?!” Edward hissed.

I glared stonily back at him. “No. I’m not. For the first time in over a year, I know exactly what I’m doing.”

Edward growled again, looked at the closet door, and vanished one second later. I grit my teeth in frustration, but quickly schooled my features into something more presentable when Charlie opened the door to my room a moment later.

“What is it, Bells? You okay?”

I sighed. “No, dad, I’m really not. Can you sit down for a second?”

“Sure.” He ambled into the room and sat down on the end of my bed, looking concerned. “What is it?”

“I…” I stopped, not really sure how to continue. My eyes flicked to the closet door, and my resolve strengthened. “I wanted to apologize.”

“Apologize?” Charlie asked, looking confused.

“Yeah. I’ve…I’ve been really…well, I’ve been a real jerk lately, haven’t I? No, no, don’t disagree with me—I know I have,” I said, raising a hand to stop Charlie from protesting.

He hesitated for a moment, and then sheepishly said, “You kind of have, Bella.”

I gave him a wry and apologetic grin. “I know. And I realize why I have—it’s because, deep down, I knew you were right.”

“Right about what?”

I sighed—my somewhat staged confession had become totally sincere. “About Edward.” I moved over to the bed and sat down next to him, and made sure that my voice was clear and full of conviction. “He’s not good for me. You may as well know—I hadn’t gone to see Jacob all that time because Edward wouldn’t let me.”

Charlie’s face went red in an instant. “What?! That dirty, low-down—”

“Dad, calm down before you blow a gasket,” I said quickly, alarmed.

“What right does he have to tell you where you can and can’t go?!” Charlie roared, getting to his feet.

“None, and that’s exactly why I broke it off with him,” I said firmly, my eyes flicking again to the closet door.

Charlie abruptly stopped his tirade. “What?” he asked blankly.

“I broke up with him,” I repeated.

“When?”

“This afternoon—I went to see Jacob, and he was waiting for me after I left. We had a fight, and I told him I never wanted to see him again.”

Charlie eyed me suspiciously. “This seems a little too familiar, if you know what I’m saying,” he said slowly.

I did know what he was saying—I reflexively touched the halfmoon scar on my hand. “Well, it’s obviously not too familiar—I’m not screaming at him, and I’m not leaving,” I said, smiling lopsidedly, more than a little sheepish.

Charlie relaxed marginally. “No, I suppose you aren’t.” He heaved a sigh and flumped back down on the bed next to me. “Bella, are you serious about him not letting you go see Jacob? And the bit about him waiting for you after you left Jacob—he was following you?”

“Yes,” I said unhappily.

I could see Charlie going from Protective Father to Protective Police Chief very quickly, and while it used to irritate me when he did that, I found it was making me very happy now.

“I really think I should do something about this,” he said.

“Well, not yet. If Edward doesn’t take no for an answer, yes—I’ll definitely want help from you—because I have a feeling that I wouldn’t be able to handle him alone,” I said, scowling. Charlie had no idea.

“Bella, are you—well, don’t get me wrong, I’m all for it, if it’s what you want—but are you sure that you really do want to break it off with him? Because…well, I remember the last time you broke up with him—”

I raised a hand to stop him. “That won’t happen this time, Dad. Trust me. I’ve had it with him.”

Charlie looked at me dubiously, and I looked steadily back. Eventually, he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and he gave me a hug.

“I’m not one to say ‘I told you so’, but—”

“Yeah, yeah, Dad,” I laughed, my arms tight around him. “Go on and watch your game.”

Charlie rose and, after smiling once more at me, left, closing the door as he did. Not one second after the door was shut and Charlie headed back downstairs did Edward reappear. He stared at me, horrorstruck, furious, agonized, and I stared calmly back.

“You didn’t mean that,” he finally said, his voice a menacing whisper.

“I assure you I did,” I said frostily.

“No, you didn’t—it was a joke. A ruse—something to get Charlie off of your back.”

“No, it wasn’t. You shouldn’t need mind-reading powers to know when somebody is serious. And now, I want you to get out of my room. Right now.” My mouth twisted into a sardonic smile. “Consider my window closed from here on out.”

“Bella…Bella, please—”

I snorted. “Having trouble deciding what emotion to best use so that you can manipulate me?” I sneered. “Well, none of them are going to work now, Edward. Get out of my room. You aren’t welcome here.”

“You can see Jacob,” he blurted out. “You can see whoever you want—”

“I don’t need your permission for that—or anything else,” I cut across him. “I want to see Jacob, and I will—but I don’t want to see you. Now, I’m only going to say it one more time—get out of my room.”

Edward stared at me for a moment more, and then trudged to the window. He glared back at me. “This isn’t over,” he snarled.

“I’m sure,” I said sweetly. But Edward was already gone. I quickly marched over to the window and slammed it shut, locking it as I did. I would have to make sure to lock all of the windows tonight.

I went back and sat at my desk, staring at my Calculus book without really seeing it.

Edward was not going to take no for an answer. I knew that much. But what could I do? He was a vampire, I was a human. It would be no problem at all for him to kidnap me if he felt like it, and even though my house would be locked tight, he could probably find a way to get inside if he really put his mind to it. Not to mention the fact that he would be at school, and I would have to see him every day…what if he decided to keep following me wherever I went? He could easily outrun my truck, disconnect my phone lines, do any number of things, all because he didn’t want me to see Jacob—

It came to me in a flash of inspiration. Of course—Jacob. He and his pack were sworn to protect humans from harassment by vampires. And here I was, a human being harassed by a vampire.

Jacob was going to love this. And, judging by involuntarily grin that was spreading across my face, I was, too.



Fic #5: That’s No Cigar

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Next to my little antique motorcycle, overshadowing it, was another vehicle. To call this other vehicle a motorcycle hardly seemed fair, since it didn't seem to belong to the same family as my suddenly shabby-looking bike. It was big and sleek and silver and—even totally motionless—it looked fast.

"What is that?"

"Nothing," Edward murmured.

"It doesn't look like nothing."

Edward's expression was casual; he seemed determined to blow it off. "Well, I didn't know if you were going to forgive your friend, or he you, and I wondered if you would still want to ride your bike anyway. It sounded like it was something that you enjoyed. I thought I could go with you, if you wished." He shrugged.

Bella Swan and Edward Cullen, Chapter 10



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I stared at the motorcycle for a few moments more, and then burst out laughing. Edward looked startled at first, and then affronted. “What?” he demanded defensively.

“Edward, I—I don’t even know where to begin!” I managed between giggles, still looking at the two motorcycles.

Edward still looked insultedly confused. “I fail to see what’s so amusing,” he said stuffily.

That!” I howled, flinging my hand out and pointing a shaking finger at his motorcycle. “That is what’s funny!” And I nearly collapsed right there into hysterical giggles.

Edward gave me a minute before crabbily saying, “I’d like to remind you that I can’t read your mind.”

I wiped tears of mirth from my eyes, still chuckling. “Edward, this is getting ridiculous, this stupid jealousy you have over my being friends Jacob.”

Edward glared at me. “I am not jealous. I thought I made that quite clear.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, is that so? Then what do you call this?”

“I already told you what it was,” he said stiffly.

“Okay, so you wanted to ride motorcycles with me—so why’d you buy that thing, instead of something simple more like mine?” I asked.

“Well, you already know us well enough to know that we like speed,” he retorted.

“Then how, exactly, were we going to ride together?” I asked dryly. “I tend to suspect that that motorcycle is just a tad faster than mine.”

“I would’ve held back to ride with you,” he replied smoothly.

“So why buy the motorcycle for speed if you had no intention of using it?” I asked. He opened his mouth to answer, but then snapped it shut. I smirked in smug triumph. “Face it, Edward—you bought this motorcycle strictly to prove that you have a bigger willy than Jacob.”

His mouth fell open in outrage. “Bella! That—that is absolutely ridiculous! I would never! That is—I wouldn’t—how could you say—”

“Oh, please, Edward,” I said, rolling my eyes as he continued to sputter. “And you can just get off your high-horse, there, too,” I added, regarding him beadily. “You regularly sneak into my bedroom and lay in bed with me all night, and you bought a bed you didn’t need strictly so we could roll around on it whenever I was at your house. Don’t try to evade the issue by having a fit of outraged propriety because I said ‘willy’.” I raised a sardonic eyebrow. “If that’s so awful, I wonder what would happen if I said ‘penis’.”

“Bella, stop that!” he barked at me, obviously flustered. “That is not why I bought that motorcycle!”

“Yes, Edward, it is. This?” I said, pointing at it. “Is a clear case of overcompensation. And furthermore,” I went on, glaring now, “it’s really insulting, too—my motorcycle holds a lot of shared memories between Jacob and me, and if you thought you could somehow prove that you’re better than him by buying an obscenely expensive one, I’m very ashamed of you. I value friendship over money, you know.”

“Bella, it is not like that,” he ground out, getting angry now. “I only bought it—”

“So you could ride with me,” I said, cutting across him. “I’ve already pointed out all the holes in that statement, Edward. Simply repeating stuff you’ve already said doesn’t make it true. Even if I’d never forgiven Jacob or vice versa, I wouldn’t have ridden around with you while you were riding that.” I eyed it, wrinkling my nose. “I’d be too embarrassed to be seen in public with you, really—can we say ‘ostentatious’?”

He puffed up like a toad at that remark, and I scowled. “You can protest all you like, Edward—the fact remains that you’ve been completely averse to me riding motorcycles this whole time, but the instant you find out I enjoy riding around with Jacob, you suddenly decide that it is not only all right, but buy a bigger, better, more expensive, faster, and flashier one?” I rolled my eyes again and shook my head. “You’d better hope I don’t tell Jacob about this. He’d never let you hear the end of it.” And then, just for the wicked delight of embarrassing him further (and to give him a little of what he had coming to him), I added, “Not to mention the fact that he has exactly zero modesty—I’m pretty sure that if he did find out, he’d be more than happy to drops his pants and settle the issue right then and there.”

Edward’s eyes flashed with anger, his jaw clenched and tight, but I just blew a raspberry at him. “Oh, get off it.” I made my way over to the passenger side of his car. “Untwist your panties and take me out to La Push. Think I’d like to hang out for a while with some people who aren’t uptight squares—and who don’t feel the need to use their cars to prove that they aren’t hung like a tic-tac.”



Fic #6: The Law Won

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Charlie had gotten stubborn last week when he'd learned that I was intending to ride with Edward to the graduation ceremony. And I could see his point—parents should have some rights come graduation day. I'd conceded with good grace, and Edward had cheerfully suggested that we all go together. Since Carlisle and Esme had no problem with this, Charlie couldn’t come up with a compelling objection; he’d agreed with poor grace. And now Edward rode in the backseat of my father's police car, behind the fiberglass divider, with an amused expression—probably due to my father's amused expression, and the grin that widened every time Charlie stole a glance at Edward in his rearview mirror. Which almost certainly meant that Charlie was imagining things that would get him in trouble with me if he said them out loud.

Bella Swan, Chapter 16



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“I’ve an excellent idea,” said Edward, pleasantly calm. “I know Carlisle and Esme wouldn’t mind if I rode with you, Bella—I believe it would be acceptable for all of us to ride together, wouldn’t it?”

I didn’t bother suppressing my smirk—I knew Edward had Charlie there. I turned to look at him, only to find him looking stonily at Edward.

“No—I don’t believe that would be acceptable,” Charlie said icily. “Since you seem unable to take hints, I’ll just spell it out for you: I would like to actually spend a little time with my daughter alone for a change. That means without you.”

“Dad,” I said warningly. I thought we’d finally gotten past this ridiculousness…

“Bella, if you use that patronizing tone with me one more time, you can just stay home tonight,” Charlie said sharply.

I blinked, shocked by his tone.

“Charlie, it’s Bella’s graduation,” Edward soothed. “I don’t think we should fight—”

“I agree. So why don’t you just politely agree to allow me a little time with my daughter, and kindly remember that there are people in her life other than you? I know she doesn’t like to be reminded of that—” he shot a fierce glare at me, “—but I do exist, and I love my daughter. So, if you don’t mind, I am taking the last day I’ll ever have with her before she undoubtedly runs off with you and shuts everyone else out of her life.” He saw me opening my mouth to protest, and quickly spoke over me. “We’ve already had the discussion about your ‘independence’, Bella. Turning eighteen doesn’t automatically make you able to do whatever you want and somehow magically emancipate you.” He stabbed a finger at Edward. “I don’t want him in my cruiser—I never invited him in the first place. I want to have a chance to talk with you for once without him hovering over my shoulder.”

Charlie rose, gripping his coffee cup in one hand. “And that’s all I have to say about that,” he said firmly, and then turned and left the kitchen before anybody could say anything else.



Fic #7: Sands Takes a Turn

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"Be nice. You could accept my apology, you know."

Jacob Black, Chapter 17



Fic (by Sands):

“I could. I could do a lot of things. But I think I’ll go ahead and add that suggestion of yours to the ‘don’t’ list. Now I know it’ll be difficult, but I’m gonna risk over-taxing what few brain cells you have by making you understand me—we are not friends. I don’t want to see you anymore, I want you to stay away from me, and I couldn’t care less about your stupid fucking gift. I don’t like being friends with people who force themselves on me and then try to defend themselves by not only saying my skirt was too short, but that I was just playing coy when I protested. You broke my fucking hand and then blamed it on me—lemme guess, if I hadn’t struggled, it wouldn’t have hurt, right? Well, by that same logic, if I had a few of my vampire friends hold you down and I sodomized you with a baseball bat, I could blame you if it hurt, couldn’t I? I mean, if you hadn’t have struggled and just would’ve relaxed, you might have actually enjoyed it at little! And you clearly wanted it—look at the way you run around on all fours all the time! Your ass was just asking for it!”


Sands: *smokes a cigarette* All me, folks. But you all know you want her to say it.



Fic #8: A Short Pier

Quote:


She stared at me with pleading eyes, her long black eyebrows slanting up in the middle and pulling together, her lips trembling at the corners. It was a heart-breaking expression.

"Please, please, please," she whispered. "Please, Bella, please—if you really love me… Please let me do your wedding."

Bella Swan and Alice Cullen, Chapter 21



Fic:

I dropped my arm instantly and stood, taking a few steps back from her. My mouth had drawn immediately into a thin line, and I crossed my arms across my chest. “No,” I said flatly, and then turned on my heel to leave the garage. I wasn’t surprised when she appeared in front of me, that same expression on her face.

“Bella, I thought you said you loved me—now I see it really was just words,” she said dejectedly, her eyes casting downward.

“I guess they just were,” I said coldly. “Now get out of my way. I’m going inside.”

Alice’s expression faltered a little, but she quickly recovered. “But it would make Edward happy, too—even though he wouldn’t admit it!”

“Ah, but this isn’t about Edward. You said so yourself,” I easily countered.

Alice grimaced briefly. “What about Esme? It would mean so much to her to get to take part in a traditional wedding!”

“I’m sure it would—so why don’t you get to planning the next one that Rose and Emmett will undoubtedly do, or perhaps your own and Jasper’s? I know you guys get married every decade or so,” I snapped, my nails cutting into my palms now they were curled so tightly.

“Bella,” Alice groaned, “I don’t know how Edward puts up with you—you are so difficult.”

Fury flashed white-hot through me, but I kept it under control—these people only laughed when I got mad. “Alice,” I growled, “I think I need to remind you that this marriage is about me and, contrary to your comments, Edward—not you. I am not your own personal mannequin that you can dress up and play with. I don’t even want to get married—so why the hell would I want the huge froo-froo wedding that costs thousands of dollars that you would undoubtedly plan?”

“Money’s not an issue—” she started flippantly.

“Yeah, I know,” I interrupted her. “It’s disgusting the way you guys toss it around.” Alice’s jaw dropped, but I pressed my advantage. “I don’t like excess. I don’t want a huge wedding. I want to go to Vegas, I want to get married quickly, and I want it to be over. Maybe later, when I’m turned and officially into the Cullen clan, I’ll let you plan another wedding. But not this time. I don’t want it.” I could see Alice attempting that same sulky expression she was using earlier, but it was too tinged with anger that her plan had obviously gone awry. I unfolded my arms and strode past her, half-afraid she’d stop me and I’d have to resort to calling Edward back in here to get her to let go of me. But she didn’t, merely sighed dramatically. I pursed my lips and paused at the door, my hand on the knob.

“And you can consider yourself uninvited to the ceremony,” I said sharply. Alice whirled, and I could tell that if she could, she’d be turning on the tears. “I get enough manipulation from Edward. It’s not like I need more from you.” And I swung the door open, strode back into the house proper, and slammed the door behind me.



Fic #9: What a Handful

Quote:


"If you haven't thought at all about our… er, conversation the last time you came over, then that's not true."

Jacob Black, Chapter 21



Fic:

I rubbed my forehead with my hand. “Yes, Jacob. I’ve thought about it.”

He smirked in triumph. “See?”

“Yeah. Believe me, I see,” I said coldly, holding my right hand up in his face—the one with the brace. “It’s hard to ignore this. So every time I see it, I get to be reminded of the fact that my last encounter with you ended with my hand broken. I get to think about it every time I flex my hand by accident, too, or press against it too hard—because it hurts like hell when that happens. Oh yes, Jacob, you’re constantly in my thoughts.”

Jacob rolled his eyes. “You know, you really should just accept that that part was your fault.”

“Is that so, Jacob,” I said acidly. My left arm was pressed against his chest, pinned in between us. I started wriggling, shoving my arm down. Jacob’s stride faltered and he looked down at me, obviously confused, and I glared right back at him. When I knew I was close to my target, I hissed, “Then this part is decidedly your fault.”

And my seeking fingers found their goal; Jacob’s eyes widened as I clenched my hand into a fist, crushing his balls in my grip, my nails digging in deep.

Jacob all but threw me away from him, which proved to be a mistake. He screamed in agony as I refused to let go, my whole weight jerking hard on my handful as I fell to the ground, my knees thumping and scraping painfully on the rocks. His howl spiraled upwards as his huge hand closed over my wrist and squeezed. I yelped in pain myself, finally releasing him, and he stumbled backwards, freed of my grip. He doubled over, clutching at his crotch, moaning.

I laughed spitefully, rubbing my skinned and bruising knees. “Jacob, I admit, I am surprised—out of all the things to not get hard after that werewolf transformation of yours, it has to be your dick,” I sneered.



Fic #10: The Resentful Tree

Quote:

"That wasn't nice. You should say sorry."

Bella Swan, Chapter 23



Fic:

I looked at them both, equally disgusted with the two. “When you’re both done pissing on me in an attempt to claim ownership, maybe we can focus on the fact that there is going to be a big fight going down very soon? You two can meet at the flagpole after it’s all over.” I pulled my coat around me tighter, scowling. “Knowing you two, you’ll probably make out rather than fight.” And I swept angrily out of the tent.



Fic #11: I Got Your Request Right Here

Quote:


"I don't have to do anything deliberate — I could just do my best for my pack and let what happens happen." He shrugged. "If you could convince me you really did want me to come back — more than you wanted to do the selfless thing."

"How?" I asked.

"You could ask me," he suggested.

"Come back," I whispered. How could he doubt that I meant it?

He shook his head, smiling again. "That's not what I'm talking about."

Bella Swan and Jacob Black, Chapter 23



Fic:

Fury enveloped me so fast, and I saw red. I almost couldn’t breathe for a moment, I was so angry.

“Go, Black,” I hissed. “Go die. Die like the dog you are. And if you pass Edward on your way down, tell him I want your balls on a silver platter.”





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