Il Cacciatore Del Vampiro
The Vampire Hunter Edward leaves Bella. She does not hear his voice. When he decides to return, what will he find?
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“Bella!” I roared when her eyes closed. Quil slapped her face gently. She did not move. Embry put his face to her bloody chest. When he raised his head, he shook it slightly.
“She’s gone.” Embry croaked. Tears were flowing down all our faces. Thunder roared above us. We stepped back. Sam looked unsure, but he crouched down by Bella. His dark eyes scanned her body. He swiped away his tears and looked at us.
“She was tough. She was shot in the chest, and struck by lightning. She also must have felt some venom in her system. I’m surprised she held on for as long as she did.” He whispered. “When I carried her out of the woods when those damn leeches left, all she could say was ‘he’s gone’. It was the most horrifying thing I had ever seen. Then, today, when she told us that she still loved him, I couldn’t believe it. He put her through so much, and she loved him anyway.” Sam got a far away look in his eyes. “Just like Emily and me. I didn’t think bloodsuckers could love anyone, but if I know anything about love, that leech is hurting just as much as she was.” I looked up to the sky. The rain falling was gentle and soothing. Each drop hit my upturned face like a tear. I looked over at my pack, my brothers, and Bella. Her body was laying on the ground, paler than it had ever been in her life. The tears on my face were moving faster now. I couldn’t take it any more. I phased and ran into the woods, the rest of the pack followed, howling.
I wanted to run and never stop running. We arrived at the La Push boundary and split up. I ran to my house and phased back. I got into my bed and curled up, trying to hold the pain off. I had lost Bella, my best friend, my partner in crime, my sister. I stayed there as the sun came up. Billy rolled into my room. He put his hand on my shoulder, worrying. I stared at him blankly.
“Bella is dead.” I told him tonelessly. He gasped in shock.
“Does….Charlie know?” he asked after a moment. I shook my head.
“A leech attacked her. She tried to kill herself and a leech got to her. The leech died when it struck them both.” I sobbed into my pillow. He patted my shoulder comfortingly.
“I’m so sorry, Jacob.” He told me. He wheeled out of my room, presumably to call Charlie. I looked out the window at the sky. If Bella was anywhere, I hoped it was heaven. The dark clouds parted for a moment, and a beam of yellow light streamed through my window. I smiled. I had a gut feeling that everything was going to be okay.
I woke up and gasped for air. The rain on my face felt wonderful and soothing. I took a few deep breaths and a scent hit my nose so strongly I thought I would die. It was an overwhelming scent of flowers. It was like lilacs, maybe, or freesia. I looked around me, to find out where I was. I was surrounded by blood. Lots of it. I sat up and a single bullet rolled off my chest. A wave of memory hit me. I tried to kill myself, my last words to Jake and the pack. The pack. My friends were werewolves. I was not satisfied with just one monster; I had to go find the closest monsters around. A ripple went through the hole in my chest. I was now one of the mythical world’s inhabitants. I was a vampire. With the pain in my still heart came a wave of sadness. Around me, rain started pouring in a depressing way. It was reflecting my feelings and it was almost soothing. I stood up and felt newer. I resolved never to let myself become a zombie again. I decided to sneak into Charlie’s house, get some supplies and go off on my own. I vowed to take revenge on the murderous vampires of the world. I would protect innocents.
I stood up and realized that I was in the meadow. I wished that I could see it in the sun one last time before I left. The rain stopped abruptly, and the clouds disintegrated. The sun shone more brightly than I had ever seen, even in Phoenix. I glittered like a diamond. I sobbed at the sight. The rain returned. I saw my sparkling skin and visions of him pelted me. Him smiling crookedly, him playing piano, my lullaby. I began to run. I ran to my house and froze when I saw Charlie sitting at the table with his head in his hands. I saw his shoulders shaking slightly as I heard him sobbing.
“Oh, Isabella. Where did I go wrong?” He slumped onto the table, and I took that chance to get to my room. He felt a slight breeze and saw the door open, but he never got the chance to see me. I gathered up all the things in my closet and threw them in a duffel bag. I changed out of my bloody clothes into a white shirt and jeans. I was walking to my bed, when I hit my foot on something hard. It was a loose floorboard. I frowned, it was hollow underneath. I pried up the board and with a strangled gasp of pain I saw what was hidden there. Pictures, a silver CD. I leafed through the pictures, hating how ordinary I looked compared to the Greek god beside me. I looked in the mirror as I put the pictures down. I gasped in shock.
The girl in the mirror was extremely beautiful. She had wavy brown hair with a few subtle red highlights. Her hair cascaded beautifully down to the middle of her back. Her heart shaped face was extremely pale and blemish free. There was not one scar on her perfect skin, save for one crescent shaped scar on her hand. Her lips were full and red. Her body curved nicely in all the right places. Her eyes were a chocolate brown that had flecks of red in them that could only be seen from an angle. That girl was me. I was beautiful. I turned away from the mirror to my desk. I put all the pictures and the CD in a travel box. I put one of the plane tickets in my pocket, I would go to Jacksonville. I wrote a note to Charlie. ‘Dear Charlie,’ it read. ‘Do not think that ANY of this is your fault. I promise, it isn’t. When the Cullens left me, it was supposed to have been good for me. Edward wanted to protect me. I can’t tell you why. If he ever comes looking for me tell him that I always have and always will love him. Tell Renee that coming to Forks was good for me, and that I love her. Love, Bella.’ I scrawled quickly. I folded it in half and threw my bag out my bedroom window. I glided down the stairs quietly. I saw Charlie sleeping on the couch. I put the note on his chest and kissed him on the forehead. His eyes fluttered open. I smiled.
“I love you, Dad.” I whispered and was gone in a flash. I grabbed my bag and ran to the airport, ready to start my new life.