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Liar

Summary:
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!


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


7. Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

“Alice,” I cried out. I ran forward, and grabbed her hand. “What’s wrong?”

She focused her eyes, which had been distant, on me. All she could utter was one word in her distress. The one word that sent my existence shattering down.

“Edward…”

It didn’t matter if I was a vampire or human. The naked panic on her face coupled with his name made everything around me dim, until the walls started spinning and I felt like the world was falling apart around me.

I heard different sounds all around me, adding to my confusion. A vicious human growl, the beautiful cry of a girl next to me, the beating of a heart in my chest…

The world came back suddenly. I wasn’t alive; I was one of the undead. I shouldn’t allow myself to act human. If Edward was in trouble, I would do my best to save him. I didn’t care what happened to me.

I opened my eyes wider than they already were. Alice was patting my hand, and Jake was holding me up.

“Bella? Bella, we don’t have time for this. We have to get moving!” Alice said quickly.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, fear flowing in my voice.

“I’m not sure. He must be crazy! Why would he try that?” Alice said. I looked at her in confusion, but she was pulling out her phone.

“Hey Rose, I need to speak to Carlisle…It’s important…Oh, he’s out hunting? Fine. Listen, alright? Have you heard from Edward lately? I had a weird…You what? Why would you do that? Didn’t you think of what would happen?” Her face, already twisted in livid anger, turned to fear as she listened. I heard spots of what she was hearing. Something about having a right, pulling a Romeo and weak protests.

“Alice?” I asked again when she hung up. She looked at me, her eyes showing the pure panic and fear she felt. I instantly felt the need to relieve her of it. “Carlisle called a few minutes ago. Jake talked to him.”

She looked at me strangely. “What did he say?” She asked numbly.

“I’m not sure; Jake talked to him,” I said. She looked at Jake with an intense look. He scowled, but answered.

“He just asked where Charlie was, and when I told him, he hung up on me,” Jake muttered defensively. Alice looked back at me.

“He’s at the funeral right?” she asked quickly. I nodded. “Did he tell him that?” She gestured to Jake.

I nodded again.

She put her head in her hands and moaned. I went next to her instantly, looking at her worriedly.

“What is it?” I gently inquired. She looked at me with agonized eyes, full of pity and sadness.

“That wasn’t Carlisle who called,” she whispered. “That was Edward. He thinks that you’re dead.”

Though pain stabbed through me at the mention of his name, I felt strong relief pour through me. I had been expecting something much worse. As long as he was alright, I could go on with my half life.

“That’s not that bad. I mean, someone can just call him back and tell him that I’m not dead. It shouldn’t be…” I trailed off at the look of pity on her face. It was the face someone gave you when a loved one died.

“No Bella, you don’t understand. He thinks your dead. He’s going to Italy,” she whispered the last part, panic seeping back into her voice.

It took the time she said it for me to understand. The context didn’t fit. Why would he being going to Italy? To see the Volturi? And as I thought that, horror seeped through me, consuming me like a fire consumes oxygen.

“No!” I shouted, as everything went together in my mind. He thought I was dead, and the guilt that consumed him led him to go to Italy, to see the Volturi. To meet with Aro, Marcus and Caius. To ask to die.

She looked at me with even more pity. “Bella, he made up his mind as soon as he found out that you were dead.”

I held back the growl, though some of it came out as I spoke. “He can’t do that! He left me, because he didn’t want me anymore! He has no right to go to Italy!” I growled at the end. The other two seemed too distracted to notice.

Jake was looking between Alice and I, clearly uncomfortable. I didn’t have time to feel bad for him though. The only reason for my existing was about to commit suicide to the worst degree.

“If we’re going to save him, we have to hurry,” Alice said, her stress making her words come out faster. “We’ll have to get some plane tickets to Florence…”

“Let’s go then!” I exclaimed. I wasn’t going to sit around while she decided how to get there.

She looked at me, deep remorse in her eyes. “I’m afraid I’m leading you to your death,” she murmured.

I laughed once. I was already dead. “Alice, I almost die everyday. One more near death experience won’t do anything to me, I assure you.”

She nodded. “Alight. I’ll call the airlines and get tickets. You go get your bag, and get passports, if you have any.” She pulled out her cell phone, and began to make arrangements.

I ran upstairs, and grabbed my bag. I also pulled the passports I had gotten a few years ago off of my dresser. Becka had taken us to Canada the other day to hunt, except we went human style.

As I stuffed my bag with clothes, I noticed a small note come out of my purse. I opened it quickly, only scanning through it once.

Hey Bella,

Sorry, but me and the guys are going out to the African savannahs to see if we can get any good hunting without you taking the kills.

I know you’re in a stressful time and all, with Alice Cullen visiting you, and I’m sorry for leaving you all alone.

See you in a week!

Becka

I cursed my luck. I had been thinking about getting Becka to get us there early. But I knew she probably wouldn’t help with this anyway. She would just let Edward die, after what he did to me. She didn’t understand that I didn’t care, as long as he was happy.

I shook my head quickly, clearing my thoughts. I had to concentrate on the situation at hand, not my vampire life.

I ran down the stairs way too fast, but neither Alice nor Jake noticed. They were having a stare down, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what over. I walked between them, and looked at Alice.

“Come on,” I said anxiously. I wouldn’t let stupid prejudice cause him to die. It wouldn’t be right at all.

She nodded, forcing herself to look away from Jake, who continued to glare at her. “You’re right. Let’s go,” she said, dragging me to the car.

I got one last glance of Jake before I was pushed into the passenger seat of the black Mercedes. His face looked so sad and torn that my heart went out to him. I smiled slightly, and waved.

Then we were gone. Alice was speeding towards Port Angeles faster than I had ever gone before. I was surprised the car wasn’t groaning from the pressure on it.

We made it to the airport, having seconds to spare. I was glad I was a vampire; Alice would have dislocated my shoulder by now if I was human.

As soon as we were on the plane, I no longer had an outlet to my nervous energy. I just stared out the window, watching the grey clouds float by. I was clutching the armrest of my chair so hard I was afraid it would snap.

Alice was in a tense position as well. She had her feet on her seat, and her eyes were forced shut. I knew she was trying to have a vision, so I didn’t disturb her. Instead I let my mind wander.

I couldn’t fathom why he would want to do this. I mean, I knew that he wasn’t evil, and would feel some sadness at my death. Just like any other person he had once known. But I couldn’t imagine what could inspire guilt of such depth that would cause him to commit suicide.

I knew it wasn’t because of any affection for me. That was easy to rule out. I knew that it probably was just guilt. He was such a masochist sometimes. He took everyone else’s guilt onto himself, and took the full weight of it.

But as I thought, memories drifted back to me. Of when I would bet my life he loved me, and I thought we would be happy forever.

We were sitting on my couch, watching Romeo and Juliet. He had commented on how it was so easy to die as a human.

“Well, I wasn’t going to live without you,” he had said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. But hadn’t the words that came after negated that?

“Bella, I don’t want you to come with me.” His eyes were so cold and alien, and his features were composed. There was no familiarity on that face. That was the person I feared most in the world. The Edward who doesn’t care, who becomes foreign to my heart and mind.

My mind continued to argue with itself. I felt like something was trying to come out, to reveal itself to me, but the other parts of my mind just pushed it back.

It felt like days later that the plane landed, and Alice and I got onto our trans-Atlantic flight to Florence. We rushed through the crowds, and got onto our plane. As soon as it took off, Alice seemed more comfortable.

I drifted back into the deep sea of thoughts and guesses. I didn’t notice Alice was watching me until she finally hissed my name. I looked over at her quickly.

“What’s wrong?” I asked in low voice.

She grinned at me. “Not wrong, right. They decided to turn him down. This will give us more time.”

“Tell me,” I whispered intently. My mind was fully alert now. Any information that could save him…save me.

“They want him to join the guard. They are very interested in his talent,” she muttered. I nodded. I could see why they would want him; anyone who could read minds was a treasure.

“What will he do?”

“I haven’t seen that yet, but I’ll bet it’s very colorful,” she grinned, unabashed. “This is good news. We don’t have to worry about them doing anything yet.”

A very small wave of relief washed through me. We still had time. Yet it wasn’t enough to completely calm me. A part of me still felt like it was waiting for the knife above my heart to fall, to take away all meaning for my life.

“Alice,” I whispered. “Why couldn’t you see me before?”

She looked thoughtful. “I would guess it’s because you were with the wolves a lot,” she finally said. “I only saw you that one time when you weren’t with them.”

I looked at her seriously. I needed to know this, no matter what. “Do you still see me as a vampire?”

She closed her eyes for a brief moment, and then nodded. “Yes, I still do. After all of this, I might just do it myself.”

I froze slightly. I didn’t want her to do it. I was already changed, and I couldn’t reveal my coven to her.

Before I could protest, her face went blank again.