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Il Cacciatore Del Vampiro

Summary:
The Vampire Hunter Edward leaves Bella. She does not hear his voice. When he decides to return, what will he find?
k dudes. I have had like nine hundred somethin people read and only FOURTEEN PEOPLE REVIEWED. IN WHAT CRAZY WORLD IS THAT OKAY?!?!?!?!


Notes:
I try to keep my stories happy so believe me when i say NO CHARACTERS DIE INTHIS STORY. I PROMISE. ONE COMES CLOSE, BUT DO NOT STOP READING!!!!!!!!


7. New Beginnings

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Bella’s POV

It had been six months since I left Jacksonville. Now I was a singer living in Astoria, Oregon. I had destroyed many murderous vampires, and grew tired of killing. There had been no attacks in at least two months, so I had devoted my time to singing and teaching myself the guitar. I began to play in local restaurants and night clubs, and people had encouraged me to go on. I had my biggest gig yet, as an opening act for another local band. I had my new acoustic guitar and I took a deep breath as I sat gracefully on the stool in front of the microphone. The concert was in a covered pavilion, and it was almost always cloudy and misty in Astoria.

“Thank you for coming out tonight. I’m Tempesta, and this is a song called ‘All Around Me’.” I murmured into the microphone. And with that I began strumming the melancholy chords on my guitar. I knew I was an okay player, but I was still nervous. I had a better singing voice than most, because I was a vampire, but I was still anxious. I began to sing.

“My hands are searching for you
My arms are outstretched towards you
I feel you on my fingertips
My tongue dances behind my lips for you

This fire rising through my being
Burning I'm not used to seeing you

I'm alive, I'm alive

I can feel you all around me
Thickening the air I'm breathing
Holding on to what I'm feeling
Savoring this heart that's healing

My hands float up above me
And you whisper you love me
And I begin to fade
Into our secret place

The music makes me sway
The angels singing say we are alone with you
I am alone and they are too with you

I'm alive, I'm alive

I can feel you all around me
Thickening the air I'm breathing
Holding on to what I'm feeling
Savoring this heart that's healing

And so I cry
The light is white
And I see you

I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive

I can feel you all around me
Thickening the air I'm breathing
Holding on to what I'm feeling
Savoring this heart that's healing

Take my hand
I give it to you
Now you owe me
All I am
You said you would never leave me
I believe you
I believe

I can feel you all around me
Thickening the air I'm breathing
Holding on to what I'm feeling
Savoring this heart that's healed”

I finished the last notes on the guitar and looked up at the audience. They were stunned into silence. All of a sudden, a roaring cheer erupted. They chanted for an encore, so I obliged.

“I am outside And I've been waiting for the sun With my wide eyes I've seen worlds that don't belong My mouth is dry with words I cannot verbalize Tell me why we live like this Keep me safe inside Your arms like towers Tower over me Yeah Cause we are broken What must we do to restore Our innocence And all the promise we adored Give us life again cause we just wanna be whole Lock the doors Cause I like to capture this voice You came to me tonight So everyone will have a choice And under red lights I'll show myself it wasn't forged We're at war We live like this Keep me safe inside Your arms like towers Tower over me Cause we are broken What must we do to restore Our innocence And all the promise we adored Give us life again cause we just wanna be whole Tower over me Tower over me And I'll take the truth at any cost Cause we are broken What must we do to restore Our innocence And all the promise we adored Give us life again cause we just wanna be whole”

I finished with a light bow as I glided off stage, listening to the audience applaud wildly. I was satisfied about playing those songs, they were written from my heart. I put my guitar back in its case. A small man in a suit caught up to me.

“Excuse me, Miss Tempesta?” He queried. I nodded curtly. He smiled and held out a hand. “Tomas Green. I work for a record company called Blood Rose, and I like your voice. What do you think about recording those songs of yours? You could have your own album, songs on the radio. The people would love you!” He told me. I looked him over. I had nothing to lose, so I nodded. He held out a business card with an address written on it. “Be there tomorrow morning at nine, we’ll give you a shot.” I smiled and walked away.

I arrived at my two room apartment and set my guitar down. I put on a sports bra and shorts and jogged downstairs. I went into the nearby woods to hunt. I ran letting my senses overwhelmed me. I sniffed the air. A small pack of wolves lived in the nearby mountains, and one had ventured close. I loved wolves like he liked mountain lions and his brother liked grizzly bears. It was a magnificent creature, sliver gray and howling at the moon. I approached silently. I snapped its neck, killing it before it knew I was there. I drank my fill, which was extremely small for a newborn. I finished and stood to jog back home. I froze; something was not right in the air. I inhaled deeply, catching the scent of a new and unfamiliar vampire and maybe two humans. I growled, sounding as angry as the thunder that had just boomed over my head. I sprinted towards the scent. Peoples’ lives were at stake. I reached a clearing, and I saw three people there. I could immediately tell which one was the vampire. A tall, busty blonde woman with maroon eyes was leading two athletic teenage boys towards a camping tent. I got even closer, stopping about a hundred feet away. The wind was blowing in my face so the vampire could not smell me. As anger raged inside me, a storm built overhead. Thunder crashed and lightning flailed.

“We don’t want to get caught out here in the storm do we?” the woman pouted. The boys dazedly shook their heads. She stepped into the tent and the boys followed. I heard a shout, and as lightning flashed, I saw the woman at one of the boys’ necks. I dove through the wall of the tent, sending the woman sprawling out of the way. One boy was bleeding from the neck, lying unconscious on the ground. I pushed the boys out of the tent, and just in time. I glared at the woman and a huge bolt of lightning killed her. Her ashes flew away in the rain.

“Why do so many people get struck by lightning around me?!” I asked myself. I remembered about the injured boy. I rushed to the boy shrieking in pain on the ground. The other was crouched over his neck; I pushed him gently out of the way and inhaled. Sure enough, I smelled venom in his system. I ignored the other boy as I prepared to suck the venom out. I hoped I could restrain myself, being a newborn. I took a deep breath and bent my neck, putting my lips around the wound in the boy’s neck as I held him steady with my newborn strength. I sucked, and felt triumphant. I was in control of my inner monster; I felt no urge to drain the blood from this boy’s body. I sucked and spat the blood out, like a rattlesnake. I could taste more morphine and less venom as I continued to taste the boy’s blood. The last traces of venom were gone, and the boy sat up, wincing in pain from the cut in his neck. I reached down and ripped the hem off my shorts, giving it to the boy to blot the wound. The other boy, the uninjured one, gaped at me.

“What are you?” he asked in awe. His eyes raked my body, and I remembered that I was close to his age and I wore only a sports bra and torn shorts. I grinned sheepishly as the other boy gazed at my body too. I stood up and helped them to their feet. I felt happy to have helped them that I smiled, and the sun briefly shined on me, leaving me to sparkle. I was so bright in the sunlight that the boys had to cover their eyes. I took the opportunity to escape into the trees.

I reached my apartment and had a short voicemail waiting for me.

“Hello, Tempesta. This is Tomas Green from Blood Rose recording company. I have a time slot set up for nine o clock at the studio. Be there with the originals you had onstage.” For the first time since receiving this offer, I felt excited.