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Pretty much the same format everyone else follows. Continuation of New Moon. Enjoy!! *********Spoiler Warning******************* ***Update*** Now that i actually know what this story is going to be about, i am going to change the summary... Edward finally changes Bella, but instead of ending the problems, it simply brings on more. Bella develops an outstanding gift which brings vampires from all over looking to get her on their side... So, how do you like it??
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(Bella’s point of view)
As I struggled back into consciousness, the memories flooded my brain and i recalled all the events of last night. I remembered Alice's face as she got a vision, and Edward's as he shared it. I remembered Victoria, and the thick arms that grabbed me. And then i remembered the blackness. I snapped my eyes open in an effort to find out where i was. Victoria's red hair and icy tone greeted me.
Oh yes, she is finally awake! Get up.”
Victoria grabbed me from behind and yanked me up out of my sitting position. I realized with a small joy that I had no bindings—therefore making it easy to escape. I looked around—we were in a large room, carpeted and empty, with paneled walls and no apparent décor. Two large windows occupied one wall, and a tall wooden door took up the other. Victoria looked me up and down, and I stood still, not wanting to provoke her. Does she know I am a sensitive?
Victoria dragged me through the door and out into a narrow hall. Two vampires waited outside—and they were polar opposites. One was huge and masculine, with muscles twice the size of Emmett’s and an overwhelming height totaling over seven feet; the second was short and skinny, with snow-white hair and glasses. He was wearing a white lab coat and had a nervous expression on his face.
“Dr. Mavis, Alexander.” Victoria said, addressing the men. The short one was Dr. Mavis, and the tall one Alexander—I recognized him as the man who had hit me last night. Was it last night? I wondered vaguely. How long had I been out anyways?
Victoria broke my train of thought. “I’d like to show our guest, Bella, the littlething we’ve been working on…” She smirked at me and saturated her voice with mock courtesy. What thing was she talking about anyways? Some sort of torture device? Is shuddered.
Dr. Mavis spoke up. “Um, before you do that, I think you should know that she” He pointed at me. “—is a sensitive.”
“A what??” Victoria asked.
“A sensitive. An emotion reader. Very rare—there has only been one and he was a powerful human.” Dr. Mavis said. Victoria’s eyes widened.
“A sensitive? Wow.” She looked at me, her face the same incredulous expression that everyone else’s had been. Well, great, that ruins all chances I had of escape. Victoria continued, “I remember the human, he was a friend of my great grandfather. Keep a close eye on her—don’t let her get away. I want to take her on my little journey. Speaking of which, let’s show her the machine.” Victoria grinned like a toddler who just found out they won a lollipop. She began to walk down the hall, towards the door on the other side. We entered a larger hallway, with doors leading down either side. She walked past a few, and then turned towards one on the right.
Inside was some sort of laboratory—I assumed Dr. Mavis worked here. Racks of different tools lined the wall and blacktopped tables stood against the sides. But the object in the center was what drew my attention. It was a large sort of device, about six feet tall and four feet across. It was fashioned of a silvery crystal material, and resembled the frame of a white booth. Inside was completely bare excluding two small black levers. Something about it made it look almost ethereal, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. It almost seemed to glow, white light reflecting off the crystal bars.
“Um, what…is it?” I finally spoke, and turned to find Victoria looking smugly at me.
“It’s a time machine.”