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.
29. Chapter 29
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Author's Note: Here's the edited epilogue as promised!
One year later .
I leaned back, eyeing the newly acquired fire painted onto Emmett’s red Porsche. He stood a few feet away, grinning with pride. Rosalie was next to him, looking as flummoxed as I was feeling.
“I don’t know how to say this,” I started, glancing at him, then the car, then back at him.
“She’s a beauty, right?” he beamed, obviously waiting for me to agree with him. Rosalie cocked her head, inspecting the fire stripes.
She shook her head, “I’m not driving around in that.”
Emmett feigned a gasp, pretending to sound hurt.
“Surely, you don’t mean that!” he clasped his hands over his heart, falling to his knees in front of her.
“I’m serious Emmett McCarty Cullen,” she put her hands on her hips, glaring down at him. “That thing is too red, too loud, too obnoxious, ostentatious, flamboyant, … I’m not getting in that thing. Ever.”
I laughed as Emmett began pleading with her, doing his best to sell the car that was, in all truthfulness, very red, loud, obnoxious, and all of the above.
Before I had a chance to get a word in, I was distracted by the smooth, cool lips that belonged to a certain vampire who had crept up behind me. I closed my eyes as Edward snaked his arms around my waist and pressed a long kiss to the what would have been the pulse-point of my neck.
“Mm,” I sighed as he kissed his way up to my ear and nipped at my earlobe.
“Hi, beautiful,” he whispered and I smiled, loving how affectionate he was being this morning.
“Hey, handsome,” I whispered back, turning around in his arms. His lips trailed down to the base of my throat and trailed short kisses along my collarbones.
I took a step backwards as he took a step forward and within seconds, our lips were locked and he was bending me backwards against the hood of Emmett’s Porsche. His lips moved languidly over mine as his tongue lazily danced with mine. My hands were buried in his hair and his hands were crawling over my skin, under my shirt. Just as I was getting into the heat of the moment, thinking to myself that I would never, ever trade Edward’s kisses for anything in the world –
“GET THE HELL OFF MY CAR, YOU HORNBAGS!” Emmett’s booming voice rang out and made me jump up. My head smacked into Edward’s and he fell backwards from the impact, sending me tumbling to the ground with him.
“Oomph,” I heard him gasp as my elbow jabbed him in the ribs.
“Oh!” my eyes widened and I scrambled to get off of him, but his hands were suddenly stopping my movements and stilling me.
“Don’t do that,” he groaned and I turned my neck, confused. His eyes were squeezed together in a way that might have been in pain or immense pleasure. It wasn’t until I felt something that might have either been a belt buckle or something a lot bigger jab me in the pelvic bone that I realized I’d been rubbing against his crotch as I was trying to get up.
“Edward!” I exclaimed, scrunching my eyebrows together in a mock glare.
“Just a man, love,” he smirked at me, opening one eye at a time.
Before I could retort, a shadow fell over me and I looked up to see Emmett glaring at the both of us.
“Get a room,” He grumbled, seeming a bit peeved. “And by room, I mean an actual room. Not the hood of my car!”
“Emmett?” I pushed myself off of Edward, ignoring his sounds of protest, and stood up.
He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Remember who was the one that helped you with your little problem? The one who went into your head and weaved through all those nasty, dirty, - “
“Stop!” he commanded, eyes widening.
“Exactly,” I smirked, proud of myself. “if I were you, I’d be more concerned about self-preservation than my precious, HotRod wannabe car. In other words – “
“Okay, I get it,” he glared at me, pouting a bit and looking like the overgrown child he was.
I grinned. One point for Bella, negative fifty for Emmett.
It was amazing how we were able to joke about things now. Just six months ago, the atmosphere in the house had been tense and heavy as all of us searched for a way to unfreeze Emmett, so to speak. The source of Iris’s power was strong and even though she had died, he had remained just as frozen as he was when she had pointed that dreaded finger at his forehead.
Carlisle had gone as far as to pay the Volturi a visit, but they had staunchly refused to help.
In the end, I was the one who was able to help him and even that was a month long process that consisted of a certain walk through his brain among other things. And though that “walk” was what brought him back in the long run, I’d picked up some information about him that he apparently preferred I hadn’t. All in all, it worked out for everybody. Emmett was back and I had a vault filled with blackmail that would probably never run out.
This past year had been good for all of us. No, it wasn’t the perfect happily ever ending that I thought it’d be back when I was still a human. Edward was right. Turning me didn’t really solve anything. Every problem that it seemed to solve brought about tenfold more problems that we had to deal with. I had originally thought that after our fight, everything would work itself out. Boy, was I wrong.
I wasn’t physically able to visit Charlie without wanting to bite his head off – literally – until Christmas, six months after our fight. Even then, I had all of the Cullens go with me to make sure I wouldn’t do anything I’d end up regretting. The event that had happened before then was an event I never wanted to go through again.
One Year Earlier – a week after the big fight
“They’re all gone,” Edward laughed, turning towards me. We were both in his room and on our backs, unable to move. I was still coming down from the euphoric after-sex spell when I heard the delicious sound of his laugh.
“Huh?” I asked, not comprehending.
He gave me a crooked grin and rolled to his side, resting on his elbow as he hovered over my body, half-covered by the rug.
“Everybody left,” he chuckled, dropping a kiss on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him and pressed him down to me, loving the feeling of his full weight over me. It had taken a lot to finally convince Edward that, no, I wasn’t exactly breakable anymore. And after he was convinced… let’s just say it made us both extremely happy.
“Why?” I asked, not particularly caring. “Where’d they go?”
“Mm,” he moaned softly, closing his eyes as my hands kneaded the area between his shoulder blades. “They went out. We were making too much noise.”
I laughed at that, pushing him over so that he was on his back. I pressed myself against his side and ran a carefree hand down his lean torso.
“How far did they go?” I asked, grinning mischievously. He looked at me curiously, raising an eyebrow. “Let’s make them go farther.”
With that, I climbed over him, straddling his waist, ready for round six or seven. Before my lips could meet his, I froze, recognizing a faint scent that was tingling my nose. My head lifted, directed at the window, and my nostrils flared.
“Edward…” my fingers tightened around his arms and my entire body stiffened. He looked at my face, confused for a split second, before breathing in deeply and realizing what was about to happen.
Before he could say anything, I was flying towards the window, ready to crash through it to get to that sweet, sweet scent. It was calling me, beckoning me.
I could almost feel the warm, thick human blood pumping through those veins. I could almost taste it. The vision of dark red, dripping from my tongue, down my throat…
Mid-jump, he intersected me and sent me crashing to the floor. I got caught in the rug and he pinned me down to the ground, crushing one hand over my nose and mouth.
“Don’t breathe it!” he commanded in a harsh whisper. “Don’t let it get to you!”
I could feel my eyes burning as I flailed against him, wanting to get away from him. He didn’t understand. He couldn’t understand the need, the want, the desire…
“Bella, NO!” he slammed my back to the floor as I began to get back up. “Fight this.”
I could feel the ferocious snarl climbing up my throat, but it was muffled by his strong hand. If I’d still been a person, I had no doubt I’d be suffocated right about now…
And then my half-frenzied mind remembered. Emmett must have still been down there! He could do what I wanted. I could control him.
My eyes widened and just as a faint knock sounded on the front door, Edward must have realized what I was thinking.
“You don’t want to do that, Bella!” He growled at me, his fingers tightening over my nose and mouth.
“Dr. Cullen!” a familiar voice sounded through the front door.
All I could see was red. I thrashed around, fighting Edward, knowing that I would eventually throw him off. He slammed me back down and my head hit the floor with a resounding thud.
Get him, Emmett, I commanded with my mind.
The knocks persisted and grew louder.
“Sunnydale Police!” the familiar voice now sounded authoritative. I felt like smirking. The voice would be dead in less than one minute.
One of my arms were suddenly free and I punched Edward across the face as hard as I could. He went flying back and fell against his book shelves.
“No!” he roared as I got to my feet and headed towards the hallway, ready to let the man in to meet his death.
My mouth was watering and my vision was blurred. All I could see was pools and pools of blood.
The scent was calling to me, it was –
There was something about the scent that I recognized. What was it?
I paused, racking my brain, trying to make sense of myself through the haze. It was that split second that three things happened at once.
One, Edward lunged through the air and landed on me, successfully bringing me down.
Two, Emmett slowly, but surely, was making a zombie-like bee-line for the front door.
Three, The front door burst down to reveal Charlie, flanked by what seemed to be all of his officers down by the station.
The moment I saw my father’s face, I froze. Part of me was screaming to wrestle Edward off and jump at him, devour him. Another part of me was screaming, No! Dad, no! Charlie, run!
Charlie looked up and saw something that must have looked incredibly bad: a very naked Edward pinning me to the ground in what probably seemed like a violent gesture. And it didn’t help that Edward’s hand was covering my mouth and nose again.
“Get the hell off my daughter!” he shouted, ready to charge, but at that moment, Emmett’s arms robotically reached out and caught him by the throat, gargling whatever else he had to say.
“No!” Edward shouted at Emmett. He was torn between keeping me down or going to yank Emmett away from Charlie.
Half of me started commanding Emmett to crush Charlie’s neck, but then, half of me yelled at him to drop my father.
Emmett turned to me, looking confused.
Charlie’s face was turning red as he tried to claw at Emmett’s steel grip. The policemen behind him were shouting and drawing out their guns, most of them pointed at Emmett, some of them pointed at Edward and I.
I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to take the dump of emotions and thirst all mixed into one.
Put him down, Emmett!
Break his neck!
No! Put him down, please!
Squeeze harder, then drain him dry!
No, he’s for ME to drink!
PUT HIM DOWN.
As if a miracle, Emmett’s grip slackened and he set Charlie down, who immediately crumpled to the floor.
The uniformed men behind him were shouting for paramedics. Some of them were looking warily at Emmett, unsure what to make of him.
“Take him and leave,” Edward shouted at them. His glare was fierce. “Don’t be stupid, your guns wont work. Just take him. And leave.”
There must have been something in his voice that made them listen, because they picked up the unconscious Charlie and hightailed it out of the door.
I was dizzy. My eyes couldn’t see anything. All I could comprehend was the thirst, but it was starting to recede, leaving me in a frenzied mess.
Cold hands caressed my face and I could feel the icy lips of my lover on my forehead.
Present – one year after the big fight
I shuddered, remembering the aftermath of that incident. Jacob had really pulled through and agreed to visit Charlie with Carlisle and Edward. It had been time for him to know the truth and because I couldn’t tell him myself for fear of another “incident,” they had done the job for me.
Needless to say, he wasn’t particularly happy about the incident. When it was finally safe for me to visit him in person, he had looked at me through a stranger’s eyes. It didn’t take long for him to pull me into an embrace when he realized that it was still me, plain old, clumsy – it was a work in progress – Bella.
However, it took him a slightly longer time to feel safe around Emmett after I freed him from his stone-bodied imprisonment. I still didn’t think Charlie felt at ease with him, judging by the way he got fidgety whenever Emmett was in close proximity.
Edward and I still hadn’t completely sealed the deal. We had put a hold on the wedding date as Emmett was slowly pulling through and Charlie was getting used to the idea of having a vampire as a daughter.
We wanted to do it right. No wild, Vegas elopement, no whirlwind “I Do’s.” I wanted my father there, possibly even Renee, though she had yet to find out what I truly was, and most definitely every member of my new family. And, of course, I wanted Jacob there as well, though I wasn’t sure if that plan would ever really come through.
He never quite stopped giving me those furtive looks, even as he met Olivia, a nice, quiet girl that seemed to admire him and love him with her whole being.
An arm wrapped around my waist and I smiled as I felt Edward’s lip brush against my ear. His teeth tugged at my earlobe and I couldn’t help the giggle from escaping my mouth.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, his lips grazing my cheek. My head tilted back and I felt his slow kisses along the underside of my jaw.
I guess it would be a good time to mention that after the big ordeal, our sex lives had blossomed. I always knew I wanted him, but after taking that one fatal sip, all I wanted was more and more and more. We spent weeks at a time on a premarital honeymoon where all that existed was heat, love, sloppy kisses, and desire so intense that no matter how many times it was sated, simmered up between us again. Not that either of us was complaining.
My hand trailed to the belt of his pants and he tensed, closing his eyes and whispering my name.
“I’ll give you three guesses,” I purred in his ear, pressing my body up against his.
His lips met mine fervently and both of us ignored the annoying protests coming from Emmett and Rosalie’s direction.
I vaguely registered Emmett grumbling something that sounded like, “They’re even worse than us,” and laughed against Edward’s mouth.
I pulled away and turned just in time to see Rosalie grab his hand. Without a word, both of them turned their backs on us and were speeding towards the forest, no doubt to do the same things I was already planning to do with Edward.
Suddenly, I was lifted off my feet. I let out a short shriek as Edward picked me up bridal style and swung me around several times. He laughed as I tightened my arms around his neck.
“I love, love, love, love, love you,” I told him as soon as he dropped me to the ground.
He crossed his arms over his chest and stepped back, tilting his head and gave me a playful once-over.
“I suppose you’ll do,” he said, immediately bolting towards the house. His words registered and I was instantly on his tail, racing him to his room.
Somewhere not far away…
It was dark for so long that he almost didn’t recognize the light. What was it, that sparkling glisten that seemed so far away? It was years above him, miles and miles away. A part of him reached for it. Which part of him was it? Could he move? Where was he? Who was he? Shapes, shapes, dust, dust, darkness, so long, darkness, love, hate, fire…
Incoherent thoughts danced through his mind, twirling and swirling until he thought he would scream. One word ran into another and each separate idea became interwoven with all the others, until he couldn’t make sense of anything. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Need to do…
Need to find her…
His throat was dry. No… come back… the light was flickering in and out. It was cold, everything was cold.
No, don’t need to breathe.
Can’t, can’t, too much darkness, not enough air.
Vampires don’t breathe, vampires don’t need breath, vampires, vampires…
And the light came rushing upon him and the sounds stuck in his voice came forth and escalated to a whisper. His voice, unused for ages and ages, generations of generations… husky.
“Tanya,” he whispered again, repeating that name to himself as he squeezed his eyes shut. He was surrounded in blinding white and now he wished he had never climbed out of the darkness. Tanya, Tanya, Tanya.
It was so familiar a sound, yet at the same time…
In a house that was miles and miles away, another vampire stood shock still, craning her neck towards the sky and listening to a voice she thought had died. A voice that seemed to be flying at her, within her, surrounding her.
Tanya, Tanya, Tanya.
Tanya’s eyes widened as a familiar chill overtook her body. It was a familiar feeling, this pleasant tingle that ran down her spine, promising excitement and adventure. It was strange, though, because this tingle usually meant that a certain somebody was nearby.
She frowned and looked around.
She was surrounded by dark. Her nose flared as she took a deep breath in. There was a trace of someone familiar, someone she had once been closed to and loved. She blinked. Her frown deepened. She was alone, she was sure of it, and yet…
Tanya, Tanya, Tanya.
Her head snapped to the right and her eyes widened.
Author's Ending Note: Wow. I'm really done with this.
Nothing is going to be changed from this point forward. I feel as if I should have finished this story a year ago and... well, I should have. Besides the typical "I was too busy" excuse, I've got nothing.
I'm happy with how this turned out. I might write a one-shot detailing Emmett's recovery, but chances of that actually happening are slim. I'm breaking away from the world of fanfiction and starting to write original stories which, I hope, will be just as good if not better. If anybody is interested in my work, check out fictionpress.com. My username is also effection there.
Now, notes about this story:
I'm proud to say that this is the first story that I've completed where I outlined and planned everything beforehand. A few unexpected obstacles I ran into was the dilemma with Emmett after the fight. I can honestly say that I completely overlooked that when writing the scene and it wasn't until someone asked "what about Emmett?" that I realized my mistake.
Anyways, I'd like to thank all of my reviewers. You guys really stuck with me and I appreciate it. I don't think you realize how much your encouragement meant to me.
1. Some of you might know that I'm the administrator of The Twilight Awards. We just finished Round 2 and Round 2.5: The Romancetastic Round and posted results up, so if you're in need of a good read, check it out! The link is: http://twilightawards.this-paradise.com
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As a Pureblood, Silver Devereux had one rule to follow: Do not create a Tainted Vampire. As a Tainted vampire, Jade also had one rule to follow: Do not fall in love with the Pureblood. Unfortunately, neither of them are very good at following rules.
It's based on the premise of a war between pureblood vampires and half-blood, aka "Tainted" or "Bitten" vampires. It's a romance, of course, between a Pureblood and a Tainted. The entire first book is written out; all that's left now is editing, filling out scenes, and adding transitions. If you're interested, you should check it out!
- 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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