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Thank you for the Venom

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

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.

2. Ch.2 The Talk

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"Everyone carries around his own monsters."

Richard Pryor


I sat perfectly still for about ten minutes. I couldn't take not doing anything so I got up to pace. My throat was still burning even though I had just fed. My over-acute senses were picking up every beat and pulse of the forest. I prayed that no hiker or any other person would come within ten miles because the monster in me would take the drivers seat and I would be out of control. A victim to my inner hunter. I inhaled deeply and was able to smell a variety of animals as well as other forest scents.

A quick glance at the sky above told me that it was nearing twilight. Today was one of those rare sunny days Forks received. I looked down at myself and grimaced. My clothes were covered in dirt and blood and riddled with holes. I walked at a human pace to the edge of the forest than took of in a run towards Charlie's house.

Climbing the wall of my house easily, I pulled myself into my room. I stood in the center of my room and it all came crashing down on me. I was never going to see Charlie or Renée again. Sobs ripped themselves from my chest and I collapsed on my bed. I wished for release with tears but much to my dismay, they didn't come. The bed shook with my frames misery.

There was no way I could stay here. I couldn't put Charlie and the rest of the town in danger like that. Slowly I got up off my bed, still shedding invisible tears, and dragged out my duffel bag. I threw in some clothes, my sock of money, my favorite books, and my old scrapbook. The last item sent a wave of agony through me but I shook it off. The scrapbook would be my only reminder of my former life.

I headed to the bathroom to grab a few essentials. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and gasped aloud. I was beautiful, gorgeous even. My fair skin was even paler than it used to be. My brown hair that used to hang limply on my shoulders was now a mass of luscious chocolate locks. My face was still heart-shaped but all my features were straighter, more angular. My lips were pouting and full. I got to my eyes and almost dry heaved. My eyes were shining red and bright as cherries. I turned away from the mirror and, after picking up my duffel bag, left the house only stopping to grab a lighter from the kitchen.

Exiting the house I turned around, committing every detail to my now perfect memory. Soon afterwards I headed towards my truck to fake my own death. I really didn't want to destroy my truck but Charlie deserved closure. He deserved better than me mysteriously disappearing.

The whole affair took under thirty minutes. I ripped out a large spruce tree and made it look as though it 'fell' directly over the cab of my truck. For safety measures I set the whole thing on fire so they wouldn't expect a body. The Forks Police Department were not the sharpest tools in the shed. No offense meant. Seizing my duffel bag, which I had put down nearby, I hurried back to the clearing before someone would happen upon my truck.

I made the five miles from the sight of the 'accident' to the clearing in 3.5 seconds. The speed was amazing. There was nothing on earth that could compare to it. I sat down in the clearing as soon as I arrived and tried to think of where I could go next. I considered going up to Denali where I remember him saying that another group of 'vegetarians' lived, but quickly rejected the idea. Going there would remind me of them and the pain caused would be unbearable.

I still hadn't decided on what I was going to do when Jacob had arrived. His scent reached me before he did and I wrinkled my nose in distaste. Jacob had a similar expression of disgust but his hands were shaking slightly.

"I saw your truck on the way over." Jacob said acidly.

"What else was I supposed to do? I've been gone for three days." I spat back. I had risen to my feet when I saw Jacob and now we stood twenty paces apart in a tense silence.

"So what happened to Victoria?" I asked honestly curious.

"I ran as fast as I could after you answered the phone. Victoria was no match for the five of us. We arrived only moments to late." Jacob replied and I could hear the regretful tone of his voice.

"Thank you." I said genuinely.

Jacob looked me over with a pained expression on his face. I hated that I had hurt Jacob so much. I mean sure, we were mortal enemies now but Jacob had been there when I needed him. He had been my best friend. I wanted to disappear right then so I imagined myself blending into the forest surrounding me, becoming air. Jacob let out a surprised yelp and I looked at him startled.

"Bella." Jacob yelled. "Where the hell did you go?"

"I'm right here Jacob." I informed him, confused.

Jacob acted like he hadn't heard me and continued to shout. I walked over to where Jacob was standing and tried to touch his shoulder. When I put my arm out, however, it wasn't there. There was just a vague outline. I tried to touch Jacob's shoulder anyway but my 'arm' went right through him like I was a ghost. I concentrated on my voice and attempted to answer Jacob again.

"Calm down Jacob. I'm right here."

Jacob looked around, wildly, trying to find where my voice was coming from. I walked back over to where I stood before and focused on my body. When Jacob saw me appear in front of his eyes he jumped back, alarmed.

"I've always been invisible, besides being deathly clumsy, I guess it rubbed off." I told Jacob.

Jacob still seemed a little dazed so I waved my hand in front of his face a few times. He snapped out of it and stared at me blankly.

"So what did the pack say?" I asked, breaking the silence that had descended us.

Jacob face became tortured and he looked me straight in the eye.

"You have to leave Forks Bella. The pack, well I'm the only thing that's keeping them from killing you."

I stared at him shocked. The pack wanted to kill me? I knew that we were enemies and that they had people to protect but wasn't that going a little over board? I wasn't killing anyone, minus myself.

"Isn't that a little extreme Jacob?" I asked, still stunned by his announcement.

"Not really." Jacob answered truthfully. " We need to protect our people and according to our legends newborns are even worse then regular bloodsuckers."

I gawked at Jacob, horrified. A week ago we had been best friends, inseparable. Now he was saying if I didn't leave he would kill me himself.

I reined in my expression and picked up my duffel bag. I winced as a second hole in my chest slowly formed. The experience with Jacob had carved another hole where my chest should be. Soon I would become a zombie again, only this time more alone than ever. I nodded my goodbye to Jacob and ran as fast as I could. Where? I didn't know. All I did know was that it was going to be away from here.