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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.

3. Ch.3 The Eternity

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“He that falls into sin is a man; that grieves at it, is a saint; that boasts of it, is a devil.”

Thomas Fuller


After my talk with Jacob, I practically flew I was going so fast. First I ran up to Northern Canada so I could hunt. I spent at least two hours quenching my thirst. Praying on every type of animal I came across, hoping to find one that could better appease my thirst. Following the end of the second hour I came across a lone wolf. I almost broke down again but soon my thirst overtook me and I drank greedily. With great pain I noted, after finishing the wolf, that its blood was sweeter and more satisfying than the others.

I buried the beast’s body and tried to think of which way to go next. Where could I go? I closed my eyes and spun quickly in twenty circles, then stopped with my arm pointed outwards. Guess I’m going this way, I thought before fetching my duffel bag and taking off in a run.

I had been moving for at least an hour when I noticed that most of the tree’s had diminished and the land had become barren. From the landscape I now graced, I guessed I had run south. What on earth was I going to do in…? I looked around and tried to pinpoint my location. I saw a faint glow on the horizon so I headed towards it. Soon I was standing in front of a brightly lit welcome sign.

'Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada.'

There had to approximately 600,000 people in Vegas, including tourists. I cringed away from the thought, trying to think of something other than the vast number of lives I could take.

I remembered then, with a clarity that amazed me, that I could become invisible on a whim. Before I could lose my nerve, I started working out the mechanics of my plan. I would stay in Las Vegas, and slowly build up a resistance to human blood. I could make the journey from here to any mountain range in a few short hours. My plan was practically fool-proof. As long as I kept my form unsubstantial I couldn’t be seen sparkling, and I would also pass through anyone I tried to lunge at.

There was one problem with my plan however. I needed a place to stay among other things. Things that required money. Then an idea struck me. I frowned when I thought of what I would be doing, but I had no other choice. I was going to have to steal. My clothes seemed to disappear with me so I was going to have to use that to my advantage. I took a deep, unnecessary breath before dematerializing. I strode quickly and gracefully towards the first hotel I saw. It was a large structure, as were most of the hotels, that looked to be made entirely out of glass. I glanced at the entrance to try and identify the hotel. The Eternity. How fitting, I thought ironically.

The smell of so many humans was almost over powering. I flung myself at a few, always ending up smacking into the sidewalk, before giving up. It was incredibly hard, but somehow I managed. I took that as encouragement and I walked into The Eternity, ready to start mine.

Five years later…

I had stepped into Las Vegas five years ago and now I rarely stepped out. The only reason I did was to hunt. At first I had an immensely hard time adjusting to the sheer amount of humans around me. I lunged at an average of fifty per day. I was always in my ghost like state so I never had to worry about actually killing somebody, but my lack of control frustrated me.

For my first three years in Sin city I never materialized. I spent my time divided between the crowded casino of The Eternity, where I was constantly surrounded by people, and the hospital, where I was continually enveloped by the scent of blood. By the fourth year I had stopped trying to kill the people around me and I finally worked up enough confidence to become visible.

I had been standing in front of a mirror in dirty restroom when I transformed. The face in the mirror startled me as much as it had the first time, only my eyes were no longer a gruesome crimson color but an alluring topaz.

I had spent my three years stealing whenever I needed clothes, but now that I could be around people without destroying them I decided to get a job. It was still a struggle to be around others but I could manage. I had applied to one of The Eternity’s restaurant to be a waitress shortly after that day. They took me on quickly because of my looks and I’ve been working there ever since.

“Hey Is, snap out of it. Your breaks up.”

I looked up to see my co-worker, Blossom. Blossom wasn’t her real name of course, it was her stage name. Just like in Hollywood most people here dreamed of making it big. I wasn’t one of those people.

“I know Blossom. So how’s business tonight?” I asked her out of politeness.

Most of the people I worked with instinctively shied away from me, for reasons unknown to their consciences.

“It’s okay.” She answered me, popping her gum. “And Is, the boss wants to see you.”

Everyone here called me Is. That was my name. I was no longer Bella Swan of Forks. No, now I was Is of Las Vegas. Bella died five years ago. I sighed when Blossom told me this though. This was the third meeting the boss wanted to have with me this week.


I walked up to Mr. Langer’s office anticipating his next words, and as soon as I was let into his office I wasn’t disappointed.

“Isabella.” Mr. Langer started. He was the only one who called me that, despite how many times I had asked him not to. “How would you like to have your own act?”

One night I had been singing quietly, while I was wiping down the tables and Mr. Langer heard me. I was never a fantastic singer when I was human, but with my dripping honey voice the words sounded angelic. This was the third time he had asked me this week. It didn’t matter how many times he asked me though, I would keep saying no.

“No thank you Mr. Langer. I have no interest in being famous. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to work.” I told him this quietly and promptly left the room.

When I got back to the restaurant Jade, tonight’s hostess, handed me a bunch of menus and pointed me towards a couple who had just sat down.

When I saw them I ran behind the cover of a giant plant and disappeared. There sitting at the table, were two vampires. A boy and a girl. Thankfully none that I knew, but I was still alarmed. What were vampires doing in my hotel? I walked up to them, still invisible, and focused only on my voice.

“I know what you are; meet me at this café in two hours. That’s when my shift ends; also you might want to leave the restaurant. People get mad when you don’t eat the food you order.” I had spoken this under my breath so that only they would hear. I grabbed a pen out of my pocket and wrote the address of the café on the man’s arm. He looked to have been about twenty when he was changed. With relief I noted that they had the same color eyes as me.

They both looked alarmed but nodded their heads slowly and after a brief pause got out of their chairs and headed towards the exit. As they left I wondered just what I had gotten myself into.