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Faker

Summary:
Bella Swan is all alone. Her love and his family left her in the town of Forks with nothing. When a deadly disease starts to spread, and Bella catches it, what does she have to live for? Some old friends come in to town, and give her back her will to live. They give her a new life that no one can know about, or it could be their demise. As a well restrained newborn, Bella tries to move on with her life. Can she? faker


Notes:
All charecters except Becka, Aaron, Alex and a few other people I made up all belong to Stephenie Meyer.


8. Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

“So Bella, why so happy?” Becka asked me. I shrugged. After my day with Jacob, I had come home to find my coven waiting for me in my room. They told me they were going to take me hunting, and that they had a surprise for me.

“I got a motorcycle. My friend Jacob Black is fixing it up for me,” I replied. She nodded, and then suddenly shot off in the opposite direction, her eyes becoming black. I guessed that she found a kill.

I continued to walk through the dark woods, waiting to smell a larger animal than a rabbit. So far I was coming up with nothing. I jumped over a log swiftly, and then froze.

A large bear was sitting on the ground a hundred feet away from me. I made myself invisible, walking slowly towards it. It couldn’t see or hear me, so it had no idea I was there. My transparent hands shot forward, and I quickly snapped its neck, and drank the blood that kept it alive.

I quickly buried it, and went in search of Aaron. I had heard him kill a doe a few minutes ago, and I guessed he was done by now. I saw him walking toward me, and I heard an odd sound. It was a child crying. Aaron looked at me quickly and we both started to run toward the sound.

We ran as quickly as we could. We went almost a mile before we saw what it was. A vampire was perched over a small, human girl. She looked about five or six. Before I realized what I was doing, my hands shot out in front of me, and she was thrown back by a force field. She shot up and snarled at us. Aaron lunged at her while I ran to the child.

I knelt down on the ground. No bloodlust consumed me, so I felt perfectly comfortable. I looked at her wound, and sadly shook my head. Her neck was ripped wide open. She would die before the venom could finish its job.

Becka appeared beside me, and looked at the pale girl. “Can you teleport her to the hospital?” I asked desperately. I didn’t want the little girl to die. It wasn’t fair. She had a life to live out still. She couldn’t have done much in her five or six years.

Becka looked at me sadly. “Bella, there’s nothing we can do. If we take her to the hospital, she’ll become a vampire. She’ll be bloodthirsty, and may kill the hospital staff before we can do anything. And I doubt that they could save her.” She said.

I looked down and nodded. Becka sighed, and quickly snapped the girl’s neck to take her out of her misery. I felt ghosts of tears forming my eyes.

A loud snarl made us both look up. Aaron and Alex were both fighting the female. My sadness faded, and burning rage took its place. I turned invisible, and lunged at the vampire, knocking her down. She couldn’t see me, and had no idea where to direct her attacks. I quickly ripped an arm off before she figured out where I was, and kicked me into a tree.

A loud crack showed that the old tree couldn’t take a vampire being thrown into it. It fell down, taking me with it. I put a shield up around myself, so I wouldn’t have tree branches attack me.

I let my shield fade as I jumped back up, and went to help Beck, Aaron and Alex fight the vampire. She was fighting very well for missing one arm. She was about five foot six, and had odd purple hair that was cut shoulder length. It was spiky, except going down. She crimson eyes glared at us.

“Why did you take me away from my meal?” she growled. We all stopped, and when she saw that we weren’t attacking any more, she took a step back. “There are enough humans to go around!”

Becka laughed in disgust. “We don’t drink from humans! We drink animal blood, which I find much more satisfying, since I didn’t have to kill someone who once was my kin!” she said. The other female gasped.

“You can drink animal blood?” she said in awe. We all nodded, pointing to our golden eyes.

“I thought you all were just different! I didn’t know you could drink animal blood, and still be satisfied.” She breathed out. We hesitated, and then nodded. If this vampire could be converted to a veggie life style, then we would do anything to help her.

“Yes, drinking animal’s blood instead of human is much more humane, don’t you think? We want to try and keep our humanity, instead of being a cold blooded killer.” Aaron added.

None of us added the fact that we couldn’t drink human blood, even if we tried. Our restraint was too perfect. We weren’t repulsed by animal blood only because all of us had eaten meat as humans. We just did it a little differently now.

“Could you…could you teach me?” the purple haired vampire asked. I looked at her in shock.

“You really want to? You would want us to stop you from killing humans?” Alex demanded. I shot him a look. The female nodded. I kindly walked over to her and gave her arm back, holding it to the socket. It reattached itself with a faint pop inaudible to human ears.

“What’s your name?” I asked her.

“It’s Jasmine,” she answered quietly. She looked about twenty or so, but that didn’t mean anything to vampires.

“How long ago were you changed?” I asked in a soft tone. Some vampires, like them, didn’t like to talk about it, or hadn’t come to terms with it yet.

“Oh, about three or four years ago. What month is it?” She asked.

“It’s early Febuaury,” Becka’s energetic, yet soft voice, informed her. Jasmine’s eyes widened.

“Wow, it’s been five years now,” she whispered. I put my arm around her in an attempt to comfort her.

“Come on, we should take her to KJ,” Aaron said, walking toward us. Alex and Becka both nodded.

“KJ?” she asked. I looked just as blank as her. I knew that they called Martin Luther King Jr. KJ, but I never met him. I was actually a little intimidated.

Alex nodded. “Off to old sunny Baja, Mexico!”