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Waking Nightmare

A new score of vampires threatens the inhabitants of Forks. The Cullens barely escape the massacre but are forced to return to help save what is left of the town. But with Emma on the fritz and Bella's own conflicts of right and wrong, vampires or werewolves, the future of Forks does not look very promising. The worst part… vampires that don't know when to quit keep popping up. And people keep dying. This is the much anticipated sequel to Nightshade. It will be finished before Breaking Dawn is published!

All of this belongs to Stephenie Meyer. If you know what is good for you, you will review.

3. Chapter 3

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Chapter Three-

When I returned home, I was still shaking from Jacob’s “accident”. After attacking me, he ran off into the near by woods and had not been seen since. Two days later, I sat in Sam’s truck, wedged between Sam and Charlie, Embry riding in the bed with our luggage- still mulling over the fact that my once upon a time best friend had nearly mauled me. Still, I could not help but worry. I hadn’t seen hide or tail of him in two days despite that I was living in his house. Embry assured me continuously that Sam had ordered Jacob to not do anything stupid and to come home. But since no time limit was placed on him, Jacob felt the need to take his sweet time.

It was probably the wisest choice that Jake had made. When Charlie found out about the attack, he blew a gasket. He screamed and ranted, yelled and raved, threw things and let out every obscenity that he knew. All of his anger was directed at Billy, who had no idea whatsoever how to deal with an angry Charlie. It was a rare sight to see Charlie as angry as he was- even I hadn’t seen him this bad. And that was saying something. After seeing my father react, I can confess that I was less than excited to inform my over protective fiance who already hated my werewolf best friend.

Today was going to be fun.

That is why Sam and Embry were coming back to the Cullens’ with us. Two hours ahead of schedule. Sam wanted to personally inform Carlisle of the transgression and hope that if he behaved honorably a war could be avoided. Embry came on the pretext of aiding Sam if the need arose. I knew that he really just wanted to see Emma, who I’m sure had gotten a kick out of fooling the Votluri. She would probably throw it in Edward’s face for eternity- the fact that he couldn’t protect me, I mean, that Jacob had to. And then screwed it up. Maybe it would be better if we just kept it a secret between us. No one else liked that idea when I voiced it.

All too soon, we were in front of the Cullen household. Edward was pacing on the front porch- thousands of emotions crossing his beautiful face. He was just too far away for me to see them all properly.

“Bella!” he cried, rushing forward. I had to shove Charlie several times for he suddenly felt the need to take his sweet time when clambering out of the car. Clambering out of the truck, I stumbled my way into Edward’s arms. I gripped tightly onto him, wanting to never be separated from him again. Edward gripped me back just as tightly, sighing in relief. We were contently oblivious to Charlie and the Quileute intruders and their discomfort. Our happy moment of reuniting was ruined when Edward pressed down just a little too hard on my back. Despite the healing that had happened, the scratches were deeper than I originally gave them credit for. The pressure hurt just enough to make me hiss.

Edward was instantly holding me at arms length, inspecting me closer than a doctor examines a dying patient. He took a sniff of the air. His ocher eyes turned black in a snap. Snarling, he faced Sam and Embry, no doubt blaming them. Charlie was shaking. He forgot sometimes that Edward was a vampire, though how, I am not sure. Sam and Embry looked defensive, but regretful. I knew that I would have to be the one to step in.

“What happened with the Volturi?” I asked, placing my hands on Edward’s chiseled chest. I could feel the contours of his muscled form beneath his thin shirt. I unwillingly turned a few degrees warmer as my heart rate shot through the roof. If I peered closely, I could almost see through the thin white shirt- nearly as pale as Edward himself.

Edward could not keep the cocky grin off of his face, though try as he might. “Don’t try to distract me, Bella. You are in just as much trouble as the wolves are,”

“Hmm…?” I began to trace my finger over his collar bone idly. The Distracting Edward plan had gone out the window when he unknowingly distracted me.

“Calm down, Edward,” Carlisle put a comforting hand on his son’s shoulder. “Your making Jasper have conniptions,”

Edward could not stop his death glare at the werewolves. Out of loyalty, not instinct, he would not go against Carlisle. He settled for crushing me against his hard chest. I let out a ‘hmpfh,’ but did not complain. I had stated that I wanted our relationship to become more physical, but I had not meant it like that

I felt his ragged breathing begin to slow as he listened to the sound of my just slightly erratic pulse. I wrapped my arms around his waist and let him hold me. It was what we both needed. I faintly heard Sam explaining to Carlisle the events that had occurred over the last three days. Edward’s grip started to tighten around me, making the scratches burn. I wisely did not let him on to that fact.

“I understand,” Carlisle said gravely, nodding his head.

“Naturally, we would like to try to avoid any sort of confrontation,” Sam answered him just as seriously, “It would be useless for both sides,”

“I agree completely,” Carlisle said, “We always look to avoid confrontation, especially needlessly. No, we understand that it was an accident. However, you will understand I am sure, the reasons why Bella and Charlie will be frequenting La Push less,”

Sam nodded his head in acquisition. “We can easily understand that. Will all of your children be avoiding our land?”

“Are you saying that they do not?” Carlisle asked sharply. We all knew what he was thinking. If a Cullen was foolishly straying into Quileute territory the treaty had been broken.

“No, no!” Sam held up his hands, reassuring Carlisle that the treaty was still in tact. “It’s just that, with things going the way they are, and, with Embry here…”

“She hasn’t realized it yet,” Edward cut in.

I looked up at Edward speculatively. “Wha… what are you talking about?”

“I believe we all would like to know that, Edward,” Carlisle said almost reproachfully at Edward.

Edward shrugged. “It’s nothing that concerns us, yet. But, the wolves won’t be starting any wars any time soon,”

“Now, I did not commit to that,” Sam growled at Edward.

“I’d call in an inference,” Edward glowered back. “Besides, if worse comes to worst, I’ll tell,”

Embry growled, “It’s none of your business,”

“You’re right,” Edward agreed, ‘But keeping my family safe is fist and foremost,”

“What the hell are you all talking about?” I yelled at Edward.

“It’s nothing right now. Come on, let’s get you inside. Carlisle, do you think that you can take a look at Bella’s back?”

“Of course. I don’t think that it is anything serious,” Carlisle gave Edward a look that said that they were going to be talking privately later. I really wanted to know what they were talking about.

“Charlie, can we give you a lift to your house?” I heard Sam ask my dad.

Charlie must have agreed because he wasn’t following me into the house. There was a wind. I heard rather than saw a snarling figure blow by me. I did see Edward’s eyes widen in surprise as he flinched and pulled me against his chest. Hard. I was going to have bruises for that one.

Embry turned too slow. He let out a loud yelp as someone collided with him. He flew up into the air before skidding several feet. It looked like something you would see in a cartoon, not in real life. I finally got a good look at the blur. Laying on top of Embry in almost a venereal way. Her face was pressed deep into the crook of his neck and breathed in deeply. Embry lay stock still for a moment. When it was clear that Emma had no intention of moving, he gingerly wrapped her arms around his waist and held her tightly against him. I looked to Edward questioningly. He was doing his best to not snarl at Emma and I was more curious than I had ever been in my life.

What is she doing?” I asked incredulously.

“Being responsible,” he said through clenched teeth.

I did not understand at all. “Huh?”

“It’s nothing. Inside, now.” Edward literally picked me up and carried me inside bridal style.

“What’s wrong?” I shrieked.

“Nothing’s wrong. Not anymore,” he reassured me.

“What was wrong?” I carefully rephrased my question.

“What makes you think that anything was wrong?” he countered one question with another.

“Well… just the look on your face whenever Emma blurred past us,” I gestured with my hands somewhat crudely. Though content in Edward’s arms, I had a limited range of motion.

“She was acting rather idiotic. I wear that face quite a bit whenever she acts like an imbecile.”

“That’s mean!” I snapped, “Besides, you said she was being responsible. That directly contradicts what you just said!”

Edward sighed. “Fine, Bella,” He sat me down only to stare directly into my eyes. I had to fight off the warm bliss that threatened to engulf me. Through clouded vision, I barely was able to nod. “Embry has imprinted on her, Bella. Embry is Emma’s soul mate,”

“What?” I shrieked. “No!”

Edward looked at me, startled. “I thought that that would have made you happy, Bella. After all, isn’t Emma your best friend? I thought that you would want what’s best for her,” `

“Being with Embry isn’t!” I stomped my foot. “It’s not fair to force someone’s love!”

“He isn’t! Well, kind of. But, in the end, it’s still her choice.”

“No! No, no no no NO!” I yelled. “He’s just gonna steal Emma away and then what’ll we do? Besides, she doesn’t love Embry! She loves Logan! You can’t make her forget stuff like that! She deserves to remember him and love him and it’s just not fair!”

“Oh, Bella,” Edward pulled me into a loving embrace, “It’ll be all right. Even when Emma is in love with Embry, she will still be your best friend. That will never change. You don’t have to be jealous.”

I pulled back, glaring at Edward. “Didn’t you hear me? I’m not jealous. I just know what is best for Emma. And Embry is not it.”

“Bella,” Edward began in a resigned tone.

“Don’t ‘Bella’ me, Edward Cullen. You aren’t listening. I know that you think that I am just being petty and selfish and that I want to keep Emma all to myself forever, but there is more! I know that Emma and Embry aren’t meant to be together! Edward, I just know it!” I pleaded with him, begged him to understand.

“Bella, darling,” Edward sighed exasperatedly.

“Forget it,” I pushed away from him. Turning sharply, I began to stalk off.

Edward was instantly in front of me. “Where do you think you are going?”

“To my room,” I hissed.

Edward shook his head negatively. “No, you are not. First, you are going to see Carlisle about your back,”

“No,” was my stubborn answer. I tried to move past him to no avail.

“Now, Bella,” Edward said authoratively.

“No, Edward. I want to be alone.”

“You can sulk like a child after Carlisle has made sure that you are one hundred percent okay. Just like you know what’s best for Emma, I know what’s best for you,” he told me gently but firmly.

“No, Edward.” I was too infuriated by his denial of the truth- by his disbelief in me, that his touching words meant nothing. “You don’t know what’s best for me. You think that you do, but you don’t. Now, move,”

Edward looked at me in agony as I stomped past him, up a flight of stairs and into his room. I slammed the door shut definitively, determined to not leave my new sanctuary for several hours. I sat and mulled over everything. I though about every angle and tried to see every side. Was I just being jealous? Or was I completely right? In my gut, I knew that Embry was not right for Emma, but how did I convince everyone else of that?

I looked absentmindedly out the window quite some time later. Both werewolves were gone, as was the truck and Charlie. I wondered if Emma had returned to the house or if she had left with them. Fear crept throughout me. No. She couldn’t have gone with them. The wolves would not let a vampire live on La Push soil! That was it! It was all a horrible trap to get Emma away from us and then kill her! How dare they, I raged. Standing up, I ran as quick as I could for the door. I flung it open to find Alice standing in front of it, full of worry and anger.

“Why are you going to La Push?” she hissed at me.

“Because that’s where Emma is!”

“Why do you need to be where Emma is?” Alice snarled.

I quickly explained my theory, imploring her to understand the urgency. Alice was floored by the fact that Embry had imprinted on Emma. A werewolf imprinting a vampire, who knew? But, Alice quickly calmed me down. “Sshh… Bella, it’s okay. Emma’s not up with the murderous wolves. She and Edward went out hunting. They had some things that they needed to sort out.”

I didn’t even pay any mind to the statement that could have changed my entire life. “But what do you think of my murderous, conniving werewolves theory?” I pushed, “I’m right, aren’t I?”

Alice giggled. “Oh, of course not, Bella. You’re just jealous!”

I grunted in frustration before turning around and slamming the door again.