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The Haunted

Sequel to I Will Haunt You. Bella's a vampire now, but is it all that she ever wanted it to be? Can she avoid being one of the haunted? "My invisibility gave me a whole new level of temptation. It was the monster of me." (sequel to first ending, not the alternate ending)

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4. Chapter 4

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“We also came to warn you. About Helen. She, well, she’s out for revenge.”

“Why should I care?” I said callously.

“Because it’s you she wants to hurt.”

I snorted. “And I’m so afraid of ghosts.”

Dave’s face darkened almost imperceptibly. “But we can be veeeeery scary. Promise.”


“Yes, Right.”

We were quiet for a few moments, and I couldn’t help but wonder where Edward was. I had just been dragged away, and he wasn’t even following? I couldn’t believe that. I knew he’d be here soon.

“Annnnnd…We’re here!” Dave stated unexpectedly, and I slid out of his arms.

“Oh?” I said, and was startled by having a dozen or so pairs of ghost eyes staring up at me. “Oh.

“Hey guys! Brought her back! I told her we didn’t mean to scare her.” Dave said in his famous friendly tone.

“Hi Bella!” They chorused.

BELLA!” Boomed a voice much louder than the others. A voice, I realized as a bulky figure elbowed his way through the crowd, that belonged to one Ervin/Bloody man.

“Hi?” I said weakly.

BELLA! HOW ARE YOU? I’M SO GLAD TO SEE YOU AGAIN!” Ervin/Bloody man said in a very loud voice as he embraced me in a choking hug.

I heard the whispers that shivered through the ghosts, and I most certainly caught the superior glance Ervin gave the other ghosts.

“So this is Bella, everyone. She can help us with our problems.” Dave told the crowd of ghosts, which probably numbered at around twenty or so; not the hundreds that I had originally thought they numbered at.

I pulled away from Ervin. “I will, will I?

Dave had the decency to look chagrined.

“Well, we had hoped you would. You know, we’ve come a long way to see you.”

“I’m just not…not quite in the mood to play the ghost whisperer, okay? In fact, I don’t think I will ever be.” I said in a bit of an annoyed tone.

The group of ghosts drew in a deep breath in unison and I wondered absently if it they were one combined thing, not individuals.

“But you have to! Or else we’ll just-just…stay here. That’s not fair!” they seemed to shout.

I felt bad for a moment. I was a ghost once, and I remembered the hopeless and trapped feeling that comes with being a ghost. But honestly, I just wanted to put the whole ghost thing behind me. All I wanted was to fix my vampire problems, be a good vampire and be with Edward forever…be happy…be normal…or at least be as normal as a vampire can be.

“Bella. Bella.” Ervin/Bloody man said in a strained tone. “I helped you when you first became a ghost. I think that was very nice of me. The nice thing for you to do is to help me in return. And,” Ervin continued in a quieter and more embarrassed tone, “ I kind of promised these guys you would help them.”

“You had no right to!” I shouted, startling the other ghosts.

The ghosts seemed to have clued into what Ervin had just said. They shivered angrily. “Did you lie to us, Ervin?! You said she’d help!”

“I did! I did! She will!” Ervin said frantically, making placating downward gestures with his hands.

I snorted.

Through all of this Dave looked on with a calm and detached expression. He silenced the group with a single motion of his hand, and they instantly quieted. What he said next surprised me.

“Okay then. You can go, Bella.” He said, not meeting my eyes.

The group gasped. Pandemonium erupted.

“But you said!”

“She was going to help!

“We can’t just let her go, we’ve come so far!”

“But the light around her…”

The crowd shivered with indignation.

Dave made the motion with his hand again, and the group unwillingly quieted. “Everybody shut up! If Bella wants to go, we’ll let her. We can’t make anybody do anything they don’t want to do. FGU stands for friendly ghosts united; and friendly ghosts don’t blackmail people. You may go, Bella.” He said, turning back to me. “I hope you’ll visit us sometime. If you want to, all you have to do is look for these copse of trees. We’ll be here.”

I carefully searched his eyes for any anger or deceit. There was none.

“…Thank you?” I muttered and slowly turned around.

“Oh, and Bella? This Helen girl, we could protect you from her. And really, only ghosts can.” Dave added on with an ironic smile.

I began to walk away slowly. Then I ran, ran as fast as I could.

I only looked back once, and in it I finally saw the group of ghosts as individuals. For some reason I expected them all to have to the same face, or maybe their faces would combine in a collage and make one angry face. Instead they were all different, with varying shades of anger or sadness. And in this I felt the most guilty then I probably had in my whole life. Even if I remembered it.

Because some looks can kill, even if just on the inside.


As I ran, I made a three point plan.

Find Edward

Go home to the Cullen’s

Forget ghosts

Should be easy, right?

I decided that running was a truly marvelous thing. I also decided that thought was very clichéd. But it truly was marvelous to run in such a beautiful place as Antarctica because in a way there was a sun, even if hidden through the clouds. The wind that ran through my hair was clean and the same temperature of my skin. It was just so nice.

I traveled in what I hoped was the same direction of where I last left Edward. And sure enough, I saw him.

It was a little at first. Kind of a hazy figure. Then when I got closer, I saw him looking at the sky with a lost expression on his face. His expression reminded me much of a lost child’s, and it made me want to run up and gather him in my arms. I saw his reddish hair in the distance, strangely much more red in the exquisite light. He turned towards me and exclaimed.

“Bella! Where’d they take you? I couldn’t follow, I didn’t see you.” He said desperately and moved to gather me in his arms.

As he moved I saw over his shoulder. I gasped. The red, which I thought was his hair from a distance, was not.

“Why, hello there, Bella.” Said Helen, her eyes glinting with malice.

“Bella?” Edward inquired after hearing me gasp.

When he spoke, Helen turned towards him and glared at him with such an intensity, she seemed to leak hate as if there was so much in her that her body could not contain it.

I grabbed Edward’s hand and pulled him away a little.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“We’ve got a little friend here.” I said tensely, staring down Helen.

“Another ghost?” Edward asked.

It was at this moment that Helen chose to speak.

“I’ve been waiting here for you, Bella.” She said while still keeping her eyes fixated on Edward. “I figured if I stayed with him, I’d find you. Not the most pleasant choice, but the most effective outcome.”

I cringed at her voice, which was gurgly as if she were underwater and twisted with bitterness.

“So what did you want?” I said, my voice only wavering a little under my confident façade.

She smiled a horrifying smile that pulled at the scratches on her face. Then looked at the sky. “And this sky, I have to say it is the same exact sky which I died under. On a different continent, of course, but still the same sky. I daresay your Edward remembers it.”

I felt my stomach drop. “What do you mean?” I asked, suspended in fear.

“If it is too much for your small and naïve brain to handle, then here it is much plainer: Edward killed me.”

I took an involuntary step back, afraid. I knew there was only way a ghost could be released from the this world; to kill his or her murderer. But then something occurred to me.

“Wait, no he didn’t. He couldn’t of.” I protested.

“Bella, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Edward embraced me protectively.

Helen’s calm façade slipped off. “DON’T ACT AS IF YOU HAVE A HEART! YOU HAVE NONE!” She shrieked at Edward and made as if to attack him.

I quickly stepped out of his embrace and stood in front of him to stop her, more afraid than I had ever been.

“Stop! Edward couldn’t have killed you!” And as soon as I thought it, my own thoughts answered me. His rebellious period.

“You don’t think I know who killed me?! I do! Him!” She spewed, so angry she was almost past words. She moved in a series of barely controlled angry jerks, her hair flying about her head like a flame.

“But Edward didn’t kill girls.” I said only a little bit uncertainly.

But even as I said it the tiniest trickle of truth trickled into my head. It was very possible that Edward could have killed her.

And if he did, then we were in huge danger.