When Twilight Ends
Something is happening in the small, sleepy town of Forks, Washington. Something unexplainable. Something dangerous. Something evil. Under the cover of darkness it strikes without warning, killing in the most savage fashion. No one knows where it comes from. No one knows when it will happen again. Bella's transformation is slowly slipping closer, no longer shadowed by visible danger. But something has been overlooked-a loose end had been left undone, an error gone unnoticed. And now, it has been set loose. The Cullens, the Werewolves, and Bella are now racing time to stop the destruction reeking havoc upon the little world of Forks. Only one knows the key to unlocking the deadly secrets, only one knows the truth. As the seconds tick by, Edward finds himself amidst a dangerous plot and he is forced to make a decision that could change the path of destiny and forever. But will he make the right choice? Even if it meant sacrificing what is most sacred to him? Author's note: Look guys,I've been trying really hard to work on this story....but I've been sick alot lately. I have an immune deficency that causes me to have to go to the hospital often...its hard to type when i'm all tubed up on a hospital bed. I'm sorry....but i've started working on it again, so it should be up soon.
This is my first actuall Twilight story and I hope you enjoy it! It is what I think should happen after the events of Eclispe and some. Please read and review! *Rated for further chapters*
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"Tell me why you hunt animals instead of people," she said, her voice sounded near desperation. I felt a slight twinge of resentment in my stomach and answered in a low voice.
"I don't want to be a monster."
Wooden splinters, ice cold hands. Carlisle was dragging me from the bathroom, lifting me away from the blood. And I heard voices, loud, frightened, angry. It was as though someone had pressed the fast forward button on the remote, leaving me in slow motion. The slivers of wood spilled out into the hall and there was blood-a lot of blood-I reeked of it. It was hot and sticky between my fingers. It had stained through my white collar shirt and splattered on my jeans.
It sounded like Carlisle's voice...it could have been Carlisle's voice-but it was too hauntingly melodic and compelling. But when I opened my eyes, there he was, bending over me, his features the picture of an angel, too perfect from what I remembered.
"Shock," he was saying, "He's going into shock."
"Tell me why..."
"I don't want to be a monster."
There was chaos-shouts and demands and crying, someone was crying-coughing in between sobs. There were voices, echoing in my head, compressing my brain. Broken sentences, cut off words, all entwining together-it didn't make any sense. And I was lying in the midst of it all, on the planked floor of the hallway as others stepped over me, crowding me like an attraction at the zoo. A chilled hand was on my forehead while another pressed against my neck. I shivered. White faces hovered over me and I vaguely wondered if they were ghosts. Maybe I was dead or dying and this was the heaven Bella always told me about.
"I need my bag, Esme," Carlisle was speaking so fast, far above my head, I could barely catch the words. He repeated: "He's going into shock."
Who was going into shock?
"Aren't you concerned about my diet?" I asked, unable to keep the blatant sarcasm from dripping off my words.
"Oh," She murmured softly, looking away, "that."
"Yes that," my voice was bleak. The next words came out forced. "Don't you want to know if I drink blood?"
Shock? Someone was going into shock. Who was going into shock? I didn't get to find out-only seconds later I smelled the heady stench of alcohol, though not as intense as what it used to be, but still pungent to my nose.
"This is going to help you relax, Edward," Carlisle's soft, eloquently musical voice compelled me to open my eyes and I saw his hair glinting gold in the lights of the hall. In his hand, he brandished a hypodermic needle, clear liquid dribbling down the long, silver piece. "This is going to burn-don't tense your muscles." Then I felt the sting and flinched, but ice, stone-like hands kept me immobile as he injected the sedative into my arm and I could feel fluid rush in then the careful, slow release of a syringe. I managed to roll over before I retched.
"Ugh!" a loud voice exclaimed. "Gross!"
"Everyone just back up, please! Give me some space...give me some space!" It was Carlisle's voice again; he was angry.
My world floated...like a wisp of gray cloud snatched up by the wind and flung into a dark night. I felt trapped, like a bird caught helpless in the core of a storm and I could feel my heart flutter frantically as it tried to regain balance. I tried to lift my head, to speak, to tell everyone that I was going to be alright, that this was all a misunderstanding. But I could only breathe...in...out...desperate to placate my body's demand for more oxygen-something I couldn't supply good enough.
The floor vanished out from under me.
"We try," I explained slowly, enunciating each word. "We're usually very good at what we do. Sometimes we make mistakes..."
"Even the strongest of us fall of the wagon, don't we?"
"What are asking me? My permission?" her voice came out sharp, startling me. "I mean, is there no hope, then?"
But there had to be hope.
I stared dazedly at the ceiling, watching a spindled-legged spider slowly pick its way across the ridges of the uneven wood, in no hurry to get where ever it was going. Distantly, I heard the thrum of the sleeted rain beating against the shuttered window and the incessant ticking of the clock on the bedside table. I lay as still as I could, willing the bed beneath me to stop heaving and my stomach to stop pitching within me; I swallowed back the nausea and closed my eyes. I felt strangely disembodied and dreamlike as the shock sank deeper within me.
Human. The word sent a prickling sensation down my spine and my arms blossomed with rows of goosebumps. Another wave of shock made my newborn heart perform paroxysms in my chest, giving me the impression of being on a rollercoaster when the sudden dip sends your insides rolling up while the rest of you plummets down.
I don't want to be a monster.
I closed my eyes and drifted. What was going to happen now? Would I be discarded by the only family I had known for over a hundred years? Without the speed, the agility, and the sharp awareness of those around me...would Bella be able to still accept me, even when I couldn't protect her like before?
Maybe I wasn't even human...maybe my vampire instincts were only fading slightly because of what that thing had done...by tomorrow everything will go back to the way things were, wouldn't that be the best for everyone..?
What was I thinking? Being human is something almost any vampire would willing give anything for-being human would finally allow me to cross that distance that neither Bella or I could have ever fill in. I didn't want to be a monster anymore.
I opened my eyes again, fighting the drug. Carlisle's head was bent over me and I felt his cold fingers pressed against my wrist and I could see him counting my pulse. He saw my eyes open and frowned in what seemed to be puzzlement.
"Edward, why don't you close your eyes-try counting down from ten."
"No," I mumbled drunkenly, stubbornly, attempting to pull my wrist away from his chilled hand. Even though my head was whirling, I could still grasp at reality and I realized the drug Carlisle had injected in me hadn't been powerful enough, that I still retained some of my old strength.
"I'm the world's best predator, aren't I? Everything about me invites you in-my voice, my face, even my smell. As if I need any of that!"
I closed my eyes and shivered and listened to the sound of my heart pulsate through my head, steady and unrelenting. Carlisle's hand dropped my wrist and I heard the scooting of a chair as he stood. Only moments later, I felt a second burn as the tip of a needle slid beneath my skin and I felt the fluid, once again, rush into my arm, flooding me with another wave of grogginess.
But I continued to fight.
"It took everything I had not to jump up in the middle of that class full of children and-" I stopped abruptly, looking away from Bella's wide eyes. "When you walked past me, I could have ruined everything Carlisle has built for us, right then and there. If hadn't been denying my thirst for the last, well, too many years, I wouldn't have been able to stop myself." I paused then and scowled at the trees, feeling utterly disgusted with myself.
I glanced back at Bella after a few moments and studied her grimly; she was remembering as well. "You must have thought I was possessed."
Bella winced. "I couldn't understand why. How you could hate me so quickly..."she trialed off.
"To me, it was like you were some kind of demon, summoned straight from my own personal hell to ruin me. The fragrance coming off your skin...I thought it would make me deranged that first day. In that one hour, I thought of a hundred different ways to lure you from the room with me, to get you alone. And I fought each back, thinking of my family, what I could do to them. I had to run out, to get away before I could speak the words that would make you follow..."
I looked up from under my lashes to stare at her staggered expression. I could feel my eyes darken from the bitter memories. "You would have come," I promised.
"Without a doubt."
A winter-like hand brushed my temple. "You need to let go, Edward, stop fighting it." A gentle, woman's voice soothed my senses and icy lips brushed my forehead.
I groaned, struggling to keep my eyes from shutting permanently. The room had become a swamp of color and lights, dancing and shimmering with no distinct lines or shapes.
"This is making me nervous, Esme," Carlisle whispered, his voice sounding as though it came from the other side of a thick-plated window. "I don't want to give him any more. I might kill him."
How could he kill me? That was silly-I was already dead.
A cool, marble surface pressed gently to my forehead; it was soothing, tender, easing away the restless dreams tangled in my darkness. A voice, familiar and warm, murmured close to my ear, crowding out the cloudiness and bringing me forth into a dimly lit room. At first, everything was just a blur of colors and shapes, surreal and unfamiliar. My head thudded dully, creating pressure along my temple. I closed my eyes to sink back into the black lake of oblivion, unwilling to bring the world to sharp focus yet no matter who was waiting on the other side. But the voice was persistent, like the buzz of an alarm clock, pushing back unconsciousness, not allowing me to slip under again.
I blinked once, twice and everything swirled back into focus and I found myself looking into a pair of concerned, golden eyes. I blinked again, even though there was little light, it still stung my groggy eyes and I had to squint.
"Bella..." I spoke faintly, slowly as though drugged. I tried to lift my head but it seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Maybe I was drugged.
"No," the voice contradicted soothingly, "It's Carlisle. Can you tell me how're you are feeling?"
"Like Hell..." I mumbled in response, closing my eyes once more.
"Maybe you didn't give him enough." A sweet soprano voice lulled the air on the other side of me, quiet, anxious. He looks awful...
"He was fighting the medication more than humanly possible. I injected him with enough to put out an entire town." Carlisle's voice sounded troubled. It was more out of impulse than anything. "Anymore would surely be fatal in his current state. I doubt there's any venom left in him, I'm sure he coughed the rest up this morning."
"Where is everybody else?" the doctor added in a murmur, speaking to the other standing in the room.
"Rosalie's off having some sort of fit, Esme's trying to calm Bella who is hyperventilating. Jasper is there, too, attempting to calm down the atmosphere and...."
There was a pause then: "It looks as though Emmett's off finding Rosalie. But he'll be trying to come in here soon. I'd say about five minutes." Pretty sure...kill Edward.
I shook my head, attempting to clear away the buzz of noise seeping in and out of my mind. I lifted my arm to swipe at my damp face and felt a sickening tug. I looked down. An IV was tapped to the inside of my elbow, pumping clear, bubbled fluid into my veins.
"Carlisle?" I grumbled, still light-headed, reaching my left hand to yank out the contraption. "What is this damn thing in me?"
At...he recognizes... "Try not to do that, Edward, you're dehydrated." Carlisle reprimanded me, gently snatching back my hand. ...try to sedate...aga-
"Dehy-wha'?" I garbled out.
"Edward, relax, everything's going to be just fine."
"Emmett, please just give us some space. I don't want anyone in here right now." Carlisle had stood up, facing the other end of the room.
"Alice gets to stay in here!" lice...gets...verythin...
I tried to crane my neck to look at him, but I couldn't find enough strength to break through the drugged cloud enough to do it. The slamming of a door sent me jolting and I heard someone stomping away.
"Ow," I groaned, making an effort to shield my ears from the annoying bits of voices I kept hearing.
"I don't think he's quite human yet," the sweet voice spoke again.
"Try to sedate him again, Carlisle, I doubt it will hurt him. I'm thinking he can probable still hear bits of our thoughts...which has to mean he still has some vampire still within him-"
"Though it is definitely not a dominate part." Carlisle was hesitant.
Good. I didn't want some needle sticking out of me anyways.
"But...it might be a good idea."
And then, for the thousandth time, I felt a needle being injected into my skin, followed by the sensation of falling backwards. For a moment, I was able to cling to the edge and I listened as the last of the voices speaking softly, brokenly in my head slowly faded into nothing, leaving me blank and clear. It was then that I let go.
I didn't want to be a monster.
A tremendous crash jolted me awake. My eyes flew open and I stared into an inky blackness. I heard my own breathing, deep and even; I saw nothing that could have created such a noise. I was in a bed, covered by a thick comforter. I pulled my hand out from under the blanket and rubbed my chest where it was sore.
I froze, a mixture of panic and wonder spreading through me. Beneath my hand, a throb pulsed fast-like the beat of a frantic drummer hidden beneath my skin. As my emotions skyrocketed, the throb grew rapid and it echoed in my ears and pounded in my head. I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow, unwilling to face the world quite yet and foolishly afraid of what I might see. I felt the sickening tug of an IV still taped to the inside of my right elbow and I grimaced.
Another crash sounded, followed by a cat-like screech reverberated from below. I sat up quickly, the blanket falling from my shoulder.
I jumped and rolled over again, this time dumping myself onto the wooden floor.
Ooff! The air was blasted from my lungs and it took several moments for me to breathe again.
Icy hands, like stones in the dead of winter, grasped my arms. They lifted me with ease and deposited me gently back on the bed. There was a click and a flood of yellow light filled the small bedroom, momentarily blindly me. When I could see again, I found Carlisle bedside, dressed loosely in a light blue tee-shirt and slacks. There was another scream but he didn't even flinch.
"Are you alright?" Carlisle asked softly, his voice sounding strangely melodic. When I gave him no answer, he smiled warmly and said, "How're you feeling?"
My only response was to blink; my heart began to beat faster. Finally: "What happened?"
Carlisle only studied me, taking in my rumpled appearance. He looked extremely pale, his dark eyes shadowed with deep-bruise like circles. In the light of the porcelain lamp, his blond hair glittered gold. He didn't say anything, just watched me with unreadable eyes. His hard gaze kept me frozen like a deer caught in the glare of headlights. Then his features softened. "To be entirely honest," he hesitated briefly, speaking in a calculating voice. "I'm not entirely sure" his dark, honey eyes assessed me again with concern. "Do you remember?"
I swallowed and averted my eyes from his ancient ones. I pressed a hand to my chest and felt my heart thudding against my ribs. "Human?" I whispered, looking back at the flawless man.
His face was gentle. "It seems that way," he watched me, waiting for a response.
I remained silent, thinking intensely about this. "The rest?"
He knew what I meant, "there are mixed feelings."
I looked down, frowning; I noticed the IV stuck in my arm. I began to pick at the medical tape. "I don't know whether to be extremely happy or extremely devastated."
Carlisle laughed quietly. "I can think of many vampires, Edward, who would give anything to be in your shoes at this moment."
I thought about that as I began to peel the tape away from my arm. "I'm not a vampire anymore."
"Don't do that," Carlisle reprimanded me, his hand capturing my wrist and pulling my hand away.
"Why," I grouched. "It's bothering me."
He chuckled again and began to fiddle with the IV stand next to the bed. Then he turned back to me and with one, swift motion, he unpeeled the medical tape and slid the tube away from my arm.
I gasped at the strange sensation and glared at my appendage. "There's a hole in my arm," I accused, rubbing at the scratchy part.
"It will heal." The doctor promised.
I grumbled and threw the blanket off of me, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. "What about Bella?" I asked without looking at him. "Where is she? How is she reacting to all this?"
"I haven't delved into any specific details with her. I figured I'd leave that to you."
"Thanks." I said sarcastically. I was surprised I was taking this all in as calmly as I was. Maybe humans were good at suppressing bad emotions. Or maybe the shock hadn't hit me yet. I stood tentatively and found that my legs felt rubbery and sore. "Who was that screaming?" I asked, using the bedpost for support as I stretched my calf muscles.
I turned to see Carlisle watching me with an innocent expression, his arms crossed casually across his chest. For a minute I believed him-how couldn't I? But the moment I looked away, I remembered that I would use that same look for Bella whenever I tried to convince her of something she didn't believe.
I turned slowly back around, narrowing my eyes. "I'm not stupid, Carlisle. Someone was screaming."
Carlisle grimaced. "It was Rosalie. She's not very happy right now."
Now that was sugar coating it. But I decided I didn't want to press it forward because I could feel the beginnings of my first headache swelling across my forehead. "My stomach hurts-is there a reason for that?" I snapped, still feeling grumpy.
"Hungry?" I said the word as though I was speaking a foreign language.
Carlisle smiled as though he just thought of something funny and motioned for me to wait. "I'll be back, Edward. I think there might be something in that fridge down in the kitchen."
He shut the door on his way out. It was only then, when I was left alone in the bedroom, left standing by the bed, it was only then that I let the panic take over. I turned in a slow three-sixty until I came to a broad mirror, glaring white where the light of the lamp hit it. A boy, no older than sixteen or seventeen, stared back at me with startling green eyes and a sparse sprinkling of cinnamon freckles dotting his nose. He was somewhat on the lanky side, yet muscle still made itself known along his upper arms. His hair, gleaming a coppery bronze, stuck up all over his head.
I touched the mirror and sighed-the only thing I could manage to do, the only response I could manage without fully losing it. A strange, numbing relief swept through me, as though I had been in pain for the past hundred years and the pressure had just now finally been released, allowing me to breathe again.
I wasn't a monster anymore.
Boom! With deafening intensity, the thunder rolled through the mountains as steady as a freight train. Leading the way, brilliant veins of lightning cracked the darkening sky like a whip. We both jumped and Bella dropped the chess piece she had been about to set down-it landed on the cardboard with a gentle thud.
"That's one thing I hate about it here-there's no end to the dreariness." Bella complained. "It's either raining, raining, or snowing."
I didn't answer, I only stared the chess board, a finger to my lip in thought. The cabin was empty, except for us. Apparently, Carlisle had found the house empty when he went to the refrigerator (which only contained a pack of sardines two years over their due date). So he went out for them and for food, assuring me and Bella that we were safe and that he wouldn't be very far away. Besides, he had said, we're in the middle of nowhere-what could happen?
Bella had done very well, considering my current state. It only took her five seconds to regain her composure, and then she went into full throttle trying to make me feel comfortable and normal. I didn't bother to tell her that I already felt normal enough.
"Check mate." Suddenly, Bella planted her queen right next to mine like a victory flag and beamed at me from across the board.
"You cheated," I accused, tilting my head to scrutinize her handy work.
"Shush!" she waved an annoyed hand at me. "This is a commemorative occasion-one that should not be taken lightly. Give me a moment to forever engrain this into my memory."
I raised an eyebrow at her in a questioning slant. "What on earth are you talking about, Bella?"
Her brown eyes widened as though it was the plainest thing in the world. "Do you realize, Edward, that this is the first time I have beaten you in anything?"
"I just wasn't paying attention."
"Oh, whatever." She stuck her tongue at me and swept the chess pieces into a pile. "You want to play again?"
Another crack of lightening illuminated the curtains of the windows. The light bulbs flickered then blinked out, plunging me and Bella into complete darkness.
"Great," I said gruffly, carefully rising to my feet. "Stay where you are Bella, I'll find some candles to light."
Bella was quiet; I heard her moving across the wooden planks.
"Bella," I said with an exasperated sigh. I heard the swish of curtains just as I found a match and a candle. I struck it to life and lit the wick, watching as the wax began to dribble. I turned, and, in the warm glow of the candle, I saw the side of Bella's face. She was standing at the window near the door, her skin orange in the fire.
"Have you seen this?" she asked me in a hushed voice and motioned me to join her. I obliged and peered out of pane of glass. The wind screamed and howled outside, like a raging beast. The rain beat upon the glass, like fists, as though someone was trying to force their way inside the house. The trees whipped their branches and leaves skyrocketed past, spinning and cart wheeling in the air. "It's kinda scary."
"It's just a storm, Bella."
"But storms can hurt you."
"If you're foolishly out in them."
"And if you're in houses, too." Bella quickly retorted. "They can set the house on fire or blow it down."
"I refuse to argue about this, with you. It's petty."
"Then why are you?"
The shattering of glass brought us both to an abrupt halt. In the candle light, we both gaped at each other; I was holding my breath and I released it slowly.
"Did you hear that?" Bella whispered, drawling closer to me.
"Maybe it was the wind," I swallowed dryly.
"That's what they say in movies all the time." Bella said softly, clutching my arm tightly. "Yet it's never true."
"Bella, stay here," I demanded, breaking away and making my way carefully towards the kitchen, where the source of the noise came from. Cautiously, I bent down and lifted a discarded broom.
"What, are you going to sweep him away?" Bella asked from behind me, her voice dripping with sarcasm. I ignored her. There were several, blinding flashes of lightning and the room lit up like strobe lights. As though accepting a challenge, thunder let out a loud roar of fury making me want to clap my hands over my ears. I went deeper into the darkness, away from the candle light and down the small hall that led to the compact kitchen. My heart thumped furiously inside my chest and I realized I was breathing loudly. I felt ridiculous. Only humans acted this way. Wait-I was a human. I winced with each creak and groan of the floor boards and wondered how I could step any lighter than I already was.
A cold hand touched my arm and I let out a very human sounding growl. "Didn't I tell you to stay put?" I turned around saw nothing but darkness. "Bella?" my fists tightened around the handle of the broomstick. I began to move back towards her, towards the flickering glow of the candle.
My foot caught the back of the chair and I went sprawling with a clatter, my broom slid from my fingers. "Ow!" I gasped, clutching my throbbing elbow.
A jagged streak of lightening blazed across the sky and the room lit up with white. What I saw sent me into mind reeling shock. Bella let out a blood-curdling scream a second after the candle blew out, jerking me back to life. I went to jump to my feet, groping for the broom and cracked my head against the underside of the porcelain counter of the reading table. Pain seared down my spine and I fell back, clutching my head where it hurt. A weapon...I need a weapon... I got on hands and knees and felt the floor, searching for something hard and heavy.
"Edward!" Bella screeched and there was a loud crash.
I spun my body around and once again I whacked my head on the wooden leg of a coffee table and I saw a spiral of stars. I heard Bella struggling somewhere in front on me but I couldn't get my brain to cooperate with me. Her terrified screams intensified until the house echoed, sounding like a thousand wailing ghosts. I shook my head and rolled onto my side and my hand brushed the broadside of a glass plate. I snatched it up, without thinking about hitting Bella; I picked up the heavy glass and flung it with everything I had.
A piercing scream ran my blood cold. Something clawed at the wood, snarling angrily.
I staggered to my feet and blundered through the dark. Find Bella. My mind was telling me. Do not leave without her. I knocked over another chair and I fell to the ceramic tiles which told me I was in the kitchen. Mentally mapping out the cabin, I vaguely remembered there was a back door going left from the refrigerator. Now where was the refrigerator?
I shrieked as hands, cold and rough, grabbed my arms and yanked my hair. My head snapped back and I hit the floor, entangled in arms and legs. I grappled with the air; fighting and kicking against whatever had hold of me.
They had pinned me to the ground, their strength was like steel. A heavy hand clamped down on the side of my skull. I wrenched violently, desperate to free myself from the iron grasp. I grabbed at whatever my hands could wrap around, trying to pull myself free, yelling out profanities. It was becoming harder to drawl in a breath of air. Suddenly, a vicious, terrifying snarl grated across the room and the weight suddenly disappeared. I wiggled my way across the floor and jumped to my feet.
Something hit me from behind and I was sent face first into the planked floor. Dizzy and nauseated, I struggled to my hands and knees, blood spurting from my nose and running into my mouth. Spitting and gasping, I tried to feel my way around, away from whatever was attacking me. Something connected with my side and I was sent crashing against cabinets.
Thunderous growls erupted from all around me-I was so disoriented and confused that I could have been in China from all I knew. I heard the splitting of wood and the crashing of chairs-something shrieked from pain and there was the sound of breaking glass and I felt the shards rain down on me. My consciousness was slipping-I felt horribly helpless. If I had been a vampire, I would've been able to hold my ground and protect Bella. The noise suddenly stopped.
Cold hands grabbed me roughly; they shook me violently, stealing the breath from my lungs. "Is he dead? Is he dead?"
Lights flared and I was blinded by a streak of yellow.
"He will be if you keep shaking him like that. Addy-stop!"
Carlisle yanked Addy's tiny form away from me and he crouched down next to me. His shirt was torn and muddied; droplets of water shimmered in his golden hair and shimmied down his pale face. "Are you all right?" he asked, helping me sit up. "Where does it hurt?" Behind him, I saw Emmett and Alice, still and unmoving, carvings stuck in the middle of the destroyed kitchen.
Slowly, I lifted a hand to my face and touched it softly, checking to see if I was still intact. My finger tips came away bloodied red.
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