Spoiler warning. Continuation of New Moon. Being a vampire comes with it's own problems: newfound bloodlust, untried strength, neverending fights between natural vampire will and human conscience. Edward and Bella's relationship takes a completely new turn as challenges fly their way. Namely, a pack of furious werewolves and a certain vampire named Victoria, who's still set on vengeance and, this time, gains some powerful followers determined to end Bella, vampire or not, and do as much damage to Forks as possible.
I just finished New Moon and I know I SHOULD wait until Eclipse comes out, but I had to do something to pass the time! Especially since I had about a million ideas running through my head, mainly around how much could happen once Bella IS a vampire. What happens with Victoria, werewolves, Volturi? What's her special ability, if she has one at all? How does she go about realizing her ability? How does she deal with vampire instincts? What about her parents? AHH, idea overflow! I've outlined this entire story and it's turning up to be pretty much novel long, which is exciting. I'm not new to writing, I've just never done this particular "fandom" before and I hope I do it justice.
27. Chapter 27
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Ch. 26: Breathe
The brilliance of the flames clashed against the black sky and as we fell back - at the edge of the forest - all we could do was stare on in awe. The fire seemed to reach the heavens as the single tornado in the skies met it and together, they mingled as one, terrible, beautiful funnel of reds, yellows, oranges.
My hand clutched at Edwards and he wrapped both arms around me as I struggled to get closer to him.
Beside me, Tanya was staring, open-mouthed, disbelieving at the flames powerful enough to demolish an entire city, an entire world.
We couldn't look away. It was impossible to tear our eyes away from such an entrancing sight - the forest gone up in an angry monster of fire.
"It's over," I whispered to myself, not really sure if it was or not. I felt cool lips press lightly against the back of my neck.
"Not yet," Edward murmured, "But soon."
As soon as the last word escaped his mouth, the fire disappeared, the thundering silenced, and the rain ceased. The hell on earth vanquished itself and everything was as it was. The suddenness of the change shocked me. What just happened?
And then I realized. Either Dorian had released his control of our delusions or…
I didn't have to look towards Tanya to know that she had fallen to the ground.
Emmett, please be yourself again, I thought as hard as I could, taking both of his hands into my own. His eyes remained vacant, an empty shell of what used to be so lively…
"Come on, Emmett," Rosalie was sitting next to him, as she had been for the past week. She brushed his hair away from his eyes and squeezed his broad shoulder.
Emmett, break free of this, be yourself, you're not frozen anymore!
It was no use.
"Come back," Rose's voice cracked as she pleaded with him. "Come back to me. Please? Please come back."
"I don't think this is going to work, dear," Esme said softly, shaking her head as she rubbed Rosalie's back.
"What if we found somebody with Iris's power?" Jasper suggested.
Carlisle nodded thoughtfully. "That would work. But is it probable? It could take ages to find somebody with her exact power and it might not even work!"
"Since when would that stop us?" Rosalie snarled, visibly frustrated. "We have forever, don't we? I will do whatever it takes to bring him back."
"So would the rest of us," Carlisle spoke softly, gently, but it didn't pacify Rosalie, who's fist was clenched tightly.
She ignored him and focused her eyes on me. My chest tightened at the intensity of her glare and I couldn't help thinking if some part of me were to blame for Emmett's condition. Her nose flared as she glared. "Try something else!" she demanded, clenching Emmett's hand. "Anything, try something."
"I am," I sighed, tired both physically and mentally.
Her eyes softened and her next words were whispered. "I just want to know that… there's some part of him still inside. That he's not completely gone."
I nodded, racking my mind.
Finally, I thought of something.
Emmett, if you can hear me, speak out loud and tell us what you are thinking about, I projected.
At first, nothing happened.
Then, his mouth moved and a strange noise came from his lips.
Say it again, say it louder.
He opened his mouth.
Tanya turned to me and nodded slowly.
"Are you going to be alright?"
She shrugged then laughed softly, ruefully. "My heart's in a million pieces right now, but yeah, I'll manage."
I almost felt tears in my eyes but knew it was impossible. "I'm sorry," I told her. "So sorry."
"Yeah," her voice was soft. "So am I."
She picked up her suitcases and straightened. "Dorian and I - we were never meant to be," she said, giving me a small smile. Her eyes sparkled and for a moment, it seemed as if she was tearing up, but I knew it was impossible.
"I sat in front of the mirror for hours when we got back, trying to make myself cry," she told me. It almost seemed as if she knew what I was thinking. "I don't know how to let everything out. I think when I get back, I'm going to go hunt up something fierce."
"Will that make things better?" I asked, already knowing that it wouldn't.
She hesitated a second before shaking her head, biting her trembling lower lip.
"No," her voice broke as she turned to stare out of the open front door. "But it'll feel damn good."
And with that, she walked through the door into the glittering sunrise. A hint of sun brushed along her hair and her bare arms and her pale skin matched the glitters of the sunrise.
I knew he was behind before he even spoke. I turned towards him, looking for something that I knew he couldn’t give me. His face was soft, tired. The circles under his eyes were dark and everything about his stance screamed weariness.
“Did we win?”
It was a question, but when it left my mouth, it seemed more of a statement. Did we win? Do we ever?
“In theory,” he answered, leaning on the doorframe, watching me.
“Oh,” I sighed, slumping down to the porch steps and leaning back on my elbows. The sun was almost up and I could feel the warmth prickling my skin. I heard Edward’s soft steps as he walked towards me and sat himself down.
My head fell down to his shoulders.
“Doesn’t feel like much of a win,” I told him.
“I thought that once this was over, everything would be okay. You know?”
When he didn’t reply, I went on. “I just thought that I wouldn’t feel this… horrible. It’s like I can’t feel anything. I – I feel like I did everything wrong. I can’t help Emmett, Rosalie’s in pieces, Tanya… and there’s absolutely just nothing I can do! What can I do besides sit here and watch everything fall to pieces? Shouldn’t winning feel better? I mean, there has to be more. Will it ever be better?”
I looked at him and his eyes didn’t comfort me and for once, I knew he didn’t have the answers that I needed.
“What do you want to hear, Bella?” his voice was strained. “What do you want me to say?”
I want you to tell me that it’ll be okay, I thought to him. His lips curled up in a small smile and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. His chin rested on the top of my head and I closed my eyes.
“It’ll be okay,” he told me. His voice was comforting and I craved for more. “Tomorrow your dad will start to wonder where you are, the wolves will come in search of explanations, and the Volturi might even send more vampires like Felix to come and look for you. Even though Victoria and her lot are gone, there will always be someone after us.”
My eyes opened and my eyebrows scrunched together. “Uh, not exactly the words I was looking for,” I muttered.
His hand squeezed my shoulder. “But it’ll be okay because you’ve got me and I’ll kill whoever I need to kill and do whatever I need to do to make sure things will be okay,” he whispered into my ear. “And because I love you.”
And the warmth climbed into my cheeks, as I realized what he meant. Things weren’t perfect and they never would be. Adversities were waiting around the corner and tomorrow would bring a while new set of monsters. There would never be enough time in this lifetime and yet… everything was fine.
Author's Note: I wouldn't be surprised if you guys threw flame after flame at me for not updating this in such a long time. In fact, I'd probably welcome it - I certainly do deserve it. And I also don't blame anybody who isn't satisfied with this ending because I certainly am not. But the problem is that this is the best I can do. I tried and I tried and I tried to wrap things up, and everything didn't flow and nothing worked. My inspiration has died out completely.
I think it's because the past few chapters weren't... enough. Maybe in a week or so, I'll go back and edit the fight scene and have a more fulfilling ending, but for now... this is all I've got.
I have an Epilogue written out. It's not long. In fact, it's rather like Stephenie Meyer's epilogues. I might even put in the Prologue to this story up. Yes, I do, in fact, have a Prologue! I just never bothered to put it up because it was so vague, but now that everybody's read almost all of the story... I think it might be appropriate. It'll be up within the week. Promise.
And I'd like to thank all of my reviewers. You guys are awesome. I never expected this story would gain such a big following.
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- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 27 Breathe - LAST CHAPTER REWRITE
- Chapter 29
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