Crescent Moon

Disclaimer: I do not own the twilight series or any of the characters. They are all Stephanie Meyers' creations.

Just so you know the story starts just before Edward rings Bella's house. Most of this chapter is taken straight fromt the book but after this chapter it will be all my own stuff.

Tell me if you like it and if its worth continuing... I aren't to sure. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Also could you give me any ideas for a better title... Mines lame. Thanks

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We stared at each other for a long moment. His hand smouldered against my skin. In my face, I knew there was nothing but wistful sadness - I didn't want to have to say goodbye now, no matter for how shorter time. At first his face reflected mine, but then, as neither of us looked away, his expression changed.  

He released me, lifting his other hand to brush his fingertips along my cheek, trailing them down to my jaw. I could feel his fingers tremble - not with anger this time. He pressed his palm against my cheek, so that my face was trapped between his burning hands. 

"Bella" he whispered.

I was frozen. 

No! I hadn't made this decision yet. I didn't know if I could do this, and know I was out of time to think. But I would have been a fool if I though rejecting him now would have no consequences. 

I stared back at him. He was not my Jacob, but he could be. His face was familiar and beloved. In so many real ways, I did love him. He was my comfort, my safe harbour. Right now, I could choose to have him belong to me.  

Alice was back for the moment, but that changed nothing. True love was forever lost. The prince was never coming back to kiss me awake from my enchanted sleep. I was not a princess, after all. So what was the fairy-tale protocol for other kisses? The mundane kind that didn't break any spells? 

Maybe it would be easy-like holding his hand or having his arms around me. Maybe it would feel nice. Maybe it wouldn't feel like a betrayal. Besides, who was I betraying, anyway? Just myself. 

Keeping his eyes on mine, Jacob began to bend his face toward me. And I was still absolutely undecided.  

The shrill ring of the phone made us both jump, but it did not break his focus. He took his hand from under my chin and reached over me to grab the receiver, but still held my face securely with the hand against my cheek. His dark eyes did not free mine. I was too muddled to react, even to take advantage of the distraction.  

"Swan residence" Jacob said, his husky voice low and intense.  

Someone answered and Jacob altered in an instance. He straightened up, and his hand dropped from my face. His eyes went flat, his face blank, and I would have bet the measly remainder of my college fund that it was Alice. 

I recovered myself and held out my hand for the phone. Jacob ignored me.  

"He's not here" Jacob said, and the words were menacing. 

There was some very short reply, a request for more information it seemed, because he added unwillingly "He's at the funeral" 

My earlier assumption of the caller being Alice was now gone. Alice wouldn't want to speak to Charlie and she already knew he was at the funeral. I just had to find out who was on the other end of the phone. 

I quickly shot out my hand and swiped the receiver from Jacob's hand. He turned to me with a face of shock which probably reflected my own face; even I was surprised at my ninja-like action. I wasn't even expecting to touch the phone, let alone end up with it in my hand. I put the phone to my ear.  

"Hello?" I enquired, but I was met with no reply. 

"Hello?" I asked again, this time a bit louder to make sure the caller would defiantly be able to hear me. However, this time I was met with a flat tone. Well that was great, the caller hung up on me. 

With that I turned to Jacob. Judging by his reaction earlier, whoever was on the phone, Jacob clearly despised, and the only people Jacob hated that much were the Cullens. But Alice was the only person who would bother ringing me so who was it? 

"Jacob" I started, "Tell me who that was!"