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Bella Swan is in a very tight spot. On one side is her coven, the vampires who saved her life. On the other are the werewolves she has come to befriend. She herself is a vampire, but that doesn't change anything-to her. When more and more things start to pile up in Bella's life, will she be able to handle it? Or will she crack from it all and reveal the truth? The sequel to Faker. Banner by the one and only Iris!

So, this is the sequel to Faker! I hope you enjoy this!

2. Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

“Hey Billy, Jake here right now?” I asked happily as Billy wheeled himself out of the house.

“No, he’s out with the others right now. They found a fresh trail a little bit ago,” he said. I nodded, my face remaining impassive.

“Alright, well tell him out on the beach then,” I said. He nodded and smiled, waving me off. I got back into my truck and drove down to First Beach, like I did everyday. It was the place that Jake and I felt safest, most comfortable.

I walked out along the stretch of sand, thinking. Jake had been so open, so honest with me lately. I had told him as much as I could, and now I felt bad. All these lies weren’t fun to try and stick too.

Instead of looking at the bad, I thought about what Jake had told me about wolves. They could communicate with each other through their minds when they transformed. Their body temperature was much warmer than a human, and they healed extremely fast. All the things that would confuse vampires.

I shook my head with a sigh. I lost myself so much when I was here on the reservation. I felt human, not like someone pretending to be one. It must be because I seem normal among these shape shifters.

I laughed quietly to myself. Me, being normal. I wasn’t even normal as a human. I had an irresistible pull for mythical creatures. I guess my change was fated by whatever God was out there.

I shook slightly as memories came back to me. Me arguing with an angel, telling him that I wanted to be with him forever, and him saying that he wouldn’t damn me to his life. Too late now, I guess, I thought.

I slowly sunk to the ground, so I wouldn’t fall over when it became too much for me. I had stopped the flow of memories, but the ones that came already were stuck in my mind. I sobbed tearlessly as I reflected on those times, when I had been so happy, and not on a ‘downward spiral of depression.’

I was still on the ground when I heard Jacob coming down the beach to me. He looked down at me, and then helped me up.

“I’m sorry. I’m ruining your break,” he said as he took my cold hand into his warm one. I shook my head with a small smile.

“No, it’s alright. I didn’t have anything planned anyway, so you’re actually saving it,” I told him. He grinned.

“Well, let’s do something fun tomorrow. Hmm…” he looked around, and his eyes brightened. “You said you wanted to go cliff diving, right?”

I grinned and nodded. Cliff diving sounded like fun. My coven would probably like it, too. “That sounds great, Jake!”

He nodded, and grinned. But I saw through it. I could tell from his heartbeat, the extra sugar running through his blood and the circles under his eyes that he was exhausted.

“Come on Jake, you need some sleep,” I said, guiding him to the car. He protested at first, but the look on my face silenced him.

I drove him home, and said a stern goodbye, knowing he would want me to stay longer.

I drove home quickly, but not quickly enough. Becka and Alex were sitting on my bed, and Aaron leaned against the way next to my window.

I just shook my head. “You three are too comfortable here,” I muttered. They all smirked at me.

“You look excited about something. Did you kiss dog boy?” Aaron asked lightly. I glared and threw a pillow at him. He ducked it neatly.

“No, actually, I thought of something you might enjoy,” I said in a mysterious tone. Alex’s face brightened.

“Really? What is it? No offence, but Forks can get a little boring…” he trailed off, looking apologetic. A weird emotion from him.

“Cliff diving,” I said, smiling.

It was almost comical watching them. All of them looked at me blankly for a moment, and then they cocked their heads in confusion. Then a bright smile lit up all of their perfect faces.

“That sounds fun,” Becka said.

I nodded. “It should be,” I promised her. She smiled at me happily.

“We’ll come up to La Push tomorrow, okay? You can introduce us to your friend, and maybe we’ll get along with him too,” Aaron said doubtfully. I shrugged.

“Try at least,” I said. “Just don’t meet Sam or Paul. I’m not sure if they’ll notice something’s off when they see you.” They all nodded seriously.

“What do you think would happen if they found out about us?” Aaron asked after a moment. I looked at him thoughtfully.

“Well, as long as we don’t feed off humans, and don’t hurt them, they shouldn’t try to kill us. We could make a treaty with them,” I said thoughtfully.

“Would they even listen to us, though?” Alex said doubtfully. “I mean, from what you’ve told us, they love to destroy us ‘bloodsuckers.’”

Aaron snorted. “You know, that ones actually funny. I so call it.” Becka raised her eyes at him.

“Okay bloodsucker. That’s what we’ll call you from now,” she said sarcastically. Alex and I stifled a laugh. He glared at us.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I meant…” he glanced at me, and looked away quickly. I felt my face harden slightly as I got the implication of those words. They had been looking for something to reference them when I was around.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you three in the morning,” I said stiffly. I could hear Charlie pulling up anyway, so it didn’t matter if I wanted to continue the conversation anyway.

They nodded in understanding. “Yeah, see you tomorrow,” Alex said. He and Aaron quickly jumped out the window. Becka stayed back a moment.

“Bella, you know that we really care for you, right?” She asked timidly. I nodded, my eyebrows furrowing. Where did this shyness come from? Becka was always energetic and forceful. She was a force of nature.

She went on after taking a deep breath. “Well, lately you almost seem like you’re sinking down further than you were. Ever since you found out that Jake was a wolf. And I know that it’s none of my business, but I don’t want you hurt more. I just want my sister back,” she said quietly.

My shoulders slumped slightly as I threw my arms around her. “Oh Becka, it’s alright. I know that it would never work out between me and Jake. I’ve accepted that,” I told her softly.

She hugged me back for a moment, and then pulled away. “I guess I should go before the boys freak out,” she said. She turned back to me, biting her lip. “You’re sure that your fine?” I nodded. She didn’t look convinced, but she jumped out the window.

I stared out into the grey skies for a few minutes. I heard Charlie come in, and answered him dazedly when he asked if I was home. I was lost in thought, far too much to be able to talk to him.

Of course I had lied to Becka. I didn’t want her to worry about me more than she was, or Jake. If either of them knew how badly I was messed up, they would force me into therapy, or into an institution.

I had been forced to break the promise I had made myself long ago. That I could suffer, but I could never talk about them again. And lately, I had been talking a lot. The wolves wanted to know everything I could tell them, anything useful in fighting Victoria. My coven thought that if I let it out, I would get better. Becka was the only one to see that I was getting worse.

Even my subconscious was noticing the broken promise. The weird dream from last night proved it. I couldn’t handle talking—or thinking—about them. I just couldn’t. Maybe in a few hundred years it would begin to hurt less, become less noticeable. But it would never go away.

“Bella, do you want dinner?” Charlie called up the stairs. I jumped, and ran down as quickly as I humanly could.

“Sorry dad, I was in my room. I lost track of time,” I apologized. I had been getting worse about remembering to cook dinner. I went to the fridge, and pulled out some fish and rice we could have.

He waved off my apology. “No, it’s fine. You shouldn’t have to baby me so much,” he said. I shrugged, and got to work.

After we had dinner, and I went and coughed up my food, I snuck some dry clothes into my truck. I knew that the guys would forget, and Becka might too. So I got some sweats for us all to wear instead of wet clothes.

With that done, I went to my room, and grabbed a book. Charlie was watching the game downstairs still. He wouldn’t check on me for a few hours, and I wouldn’t have to fake sleeping any time soon.

I really didn’t need to sleep every night. I just did it to pass the time. But after last night, I wasn’t anxious to return to my dream worlds anytime soon. I also didn’t do my homework yet. I could do that later into the night, when I finished my book. It would only take me maybe a half an hour—if I went slowly—but it took up some time at least. I didn’t want my mind free to wander.

It only took me another two hours to finish my book. Charlie had just gone to bed. The game had been a little longer than I thought, and I didn’t get the big break I thought I would.

So I started my homework. I did each problem at human pace, checking each one when I finished. Even when I went that slowly, it took a little over a half an hour only.

So I got up and went to my computer. Ever since I had heard about the Volturi, I had wanted to know more about them. All I knew was that they ruled the vampire world, and that they had been around for awhile. And that KJ though they might live in a small Italian village called Volterra.

After my computer slowly turned on and got into the internet, I typed in “Volterra” into the search engine. Sites came up about tours and hotels. There were some websites about its history, even. I read all of them, hoping to catch one to help me out. As I began to loose hope and interest, a new site came up.

It was called “Who really was St. Marcus?” I remembered the name from when he explained the history of his father to me. He was one of the leaders.

I clicked on it, and a dark and slightly gothic screen came up. There were pictures of old crosses and churches. There were also stakes and fires. I read the page intently, carefully filing away the information in my mind.

I recognized the accounts for being true; there were too many things on this page that someone could have guessed. It had sparkling hard skin, unnatural beauty, the inability to sleep, and red eyes. No human could come up with that unless they had an experience with vampires like I did.

There was also a history of St. Marcus. From the account, I could tell that a vampire wrote this as a spoof site. No human would believe any of this. The only way I did was because I had seen it all, and since the facts added up. No one else would have the same experience as me.

When the sun began to rise, I clicked out of the site. I knew that Charlie would be getting up soon. I had saved the site to my favorites. I knew that Aaron would be interested in it. He was strangely curious of the Volturi, though he didn’t wish to meet them.

I got dressed into a pair of comfortable jeans and a black sweater, and got ready to meet the day, and everything it would bring with it.