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Thank you for the Venom

Summary:
Starts at Ch. 17 of New Moon. What if it hadn't been Alice who was waiting for Bella, but someone else? Banner made by me ^^ What do you think? Sanstitre-1-1.jpg thank you for the venom picture by misunder


Notes:
This idea has been bouncing around in my head for sometime and I finally decided to put it on the archives. I am somewhat disappointed with some of the other stories (not all) like this there are out there so I hope mine is good. Stole the title off a MCR song name ^^ Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer is the God who created the wonderful characters I enjoy playing with. I own nothing and My Chemical Romance owns the title.


1. Ch.1 The Visitor

Rating 4.5/5   Word Count 1233   Review this Chapter

“So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish,
that he did not only sigh but roar.”
Matthew Henry

xxx

Fire. There was a fire coursing through my veins that was all consuming. Its fiery tongue licked through my body. A scream tore itself from my mouth. My entire frame shook with my agony. I thrashed against nothing but it did not relieve the pain. I cried out continuously for someone to kill me, for someone to stop the pain. What had I done to deserve such pain? I tried to think back on the moments before the flames started. At first there was nothingness, but soon it all came flooding back.

xxx Flashback xxx

Unnaturally still and white, with her large black eyes intent on my face, my visitor waited perfectly motionless in the center of the hall, beautiful beyond imagination. Her full lips turned up into a malicious smile.

“I’ve waited a long time for this Bella.” Victoria said in a high, bubbly voice, sneering my name.I was frozen in fear. Jacob had been right.

“Now Bella, is that any way to greet a guest?” Victoria lightly reprimanded me.

“Victoria.” I managed to answer her. The mention of her name set off an infuriated roar inside my head.

“I imagine you know what I want by now. Your Edward killed my dear James and now he should suffer as I have by the loss of you.”

The mention of his name sent a spasm of affliction through me. I wanted to tell Victoria that things weren’t like that for us anymore, but it wouldn’t save me. I apologized silently to Jake and Charlie. Both would be crushed.

“Any last words Bella?” Victoria asked as she started to circle me, similar to the way James had.

The phone’s shrill ring startled us both. I looked towards Victoria for permission to answer. She shrugged.

“Go ahead. It’s not like whomever it is can help you.” Victoria said boredly.

I quickly snatched the receiver off the cradle, eager to see who I would have my last few words with.

“Hello?” I asked timidly, praying that it be one of the pack.

“Bella? Hey it’s Jake.” Came the curt reply from the other line.

“She’s here Jacob. You were ri-“I was cut off when I found myself flying across the room.

“Conversation over.” Victoria told me casually.

My head was beginning to throb where it had smacked against the drywall. I was glad Charlie could be spared. By the look I saw earlier on Victoria’s face; I could tell there was going to be pain. A lot of pain. I looked up to see Victoria slip into a crouch. I hoped in vain that Jacob and his werewolf friends could save me. The last thing I saw before closing my eyes was Victoria, preparing to lunge at my throat.

xxx End Flashback xxx

I screamed in agony again for someone to kill me. Anyone. Why hadn’t Victoria killed me yet? My shrieks took a brief pause so I could catch my breath and I heard a noise. There was an enraged growling that was taking place outside my mind. I struggled against the pain to open my eyes. What I saw surprised me, for I was no longer in Charlie's house, but in a small clearing in the vast forest that surrounded it. Another wave of pain crashed down on me and I closed my eyes, succumbing to it.

Torture continued to flood my senses. I decided I would never again feel this degree of agony and allowed myself to think of him. The pain intensified by at least measures of ten and I howled in misery.

“There is no greater pain than to remember, in our present grief, past happiness.” Dante Alighieri

This quote floated through my consciousness and I remembered reading it in my English class back in Phoenix. I wouldn’t be tormented so, if I had never left Phoenix. I never could make myself regret the decision and I still couldn’t, writhing in pain.

My suffering continued for seventy-two more hours, always seeming to become more painful when it had just looked to be diminishing. I spent my three days reliving every happy memory I could recall. Not because I was a masochist but knowing that they would eventually fade.

Near the end of the third day the screaming finally stopped. I was relieved and marveled at the silence. The only audible sounds were my breathing and a faint heartbeat coming from the edge of the clearing. This confused me to great lengths. I couldn’t imagine any animal nearby and I knew it couldn’t belong to me. I was dead or, more accurately, undead. I took a deep breath to calm my senses but it had no effect. I inhaled again, but this time through my nose. The smell that hit me was horrible and I wrinkled my nose instantly. It smelt like wet dog and sweat only concentrated by a thousand. I tried gulping in more air but it did nothing to help my nerves. I didn’t have to breathe anymore. I was now a vampire.

“Bella.” A voice drifted through my thoughts and I struggled to identify it. Jacob. Had he killed Victoria?

“Are you alright?” Jacob asked me anxiously.

I opened my eyes and sat up, staring straight into Jacob’s eyes. Jacob flinched away from my gaze and I looked away to take in my surroundings. Somehow I had managed to find myself in a small clearing in the woods that outlined Charlie’s house. So no one would hear my screams, I silently mused.I shifted my focus back to Jacob. How much it must pain him to see me like this.

“Yes Jacob, I’m alright.” I answered him. The voice that passed through my lips surprised me. My voice was now clear and sweet like honey, nothing like how it sounded when I was human.

Jacob and I sat for a few minutes in awkward silence. I noticed that there was a raw burning in the back of my throat and my stomach was contracting painfully. I frowned thoughtfully. This must be thirst. To have every breath scrape the back of your throat and every scent tantalize.

“Is something wrong Bella?” Jacob asked, noticing my frown. He frowned himself then added, “Well, besides the obvious.”

“I need to hunt.” I told him, ashamed.

Understanding and disgust shot across Jacob’s face before he sealed it up with a mask of calm.

“Stick to animals. We wouldn’t want to have to take you out.” Jacob said, slipping into the pack plural near the end.

Fury built up in me. How could Jacob think that of me? I sighed. It was who I was now. I got up blindingly fast and nodded at Jacob.

“We need to talk. I’ll meet you here tonight.” I said this flatly and emotionlessly before running towards the forest at full speed.

I gave myself to my senses and was soon following a bear that had just come out of hibernation. Irritable grizzly, I thought reminiscing. I remembered that day, the day following the night he had first stayed. The hole in my chest threatened and I directed my attention towards the bear. I wasted no time following that and after drinking the grizzly my thirst abated some.

After a few hours of hunting I headed back to the clearing where my transformation had taken place. I sank slowly to the ground, waiting patiently for nightfall. As I sat there, motionless, I tried to think of what I could do next.