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Song of a Dead Man

Summary:
Song of a Dead Man Edward, Emmet and Jasper are The Cullens, the worlds hottest band. What happens when they move to the small town of Forks?What will happen when Bella and the Pack get mixed in?What does the media think?


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2. All of a Sudden

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The screaming grew even louder when Edward, Emmet and Jasper stepped out onto the stage and took their positions.

“Hello, how is everyone doing this evening?” Edward asked into his mic as he put on his guitar.

The crowd roared, even Jake gave in.

“I’m glad to hear it.” He responded.

“I am so glad to finally be here! We were locked up in our rooms studying with our tutor most of the after noon, it was awful,” said Jasper.

“I know what you mean Bro. That’s the worst thing about being a teenager, high school never ends!” Replied Emmet

Four years you think for sure
That’s all you've got to endure
All the total dicks
All the stuck up chicks
So superficial, so immature
Then when you graduate
You take a look around and you say HEY WAIT
This is the same as where I just came from
I thought it was over
Aw that’s just great

The whole damn world is just as obsessed
I sang along easily, knowing all the words offby heart.
With who‘s the best dressed and who‘s having sex,
Who‘s got the money, who gets the honeys,
Who‘s kinda cute and who‘s just a mess
And you still don’t have the right look
And you don’t have the right friends
Nothing changes but the faces, the names, and the trends
High school never ends

Check out the popular kids
You’ll never guess what Jessica did
How did Mary Kate lose all that weight
And Katie had a baby so I guess Tom’s straight
And the only thing that matters
Is climbing up that social ladder
Still care about your hair and the car you drive
Doesn’t matter if you’re sixteen or thirty-five

Reese Witherspoon,
Their voices weaved together perfectly.
She’s the prom queen
Bill Gates,
Captain of the chess team
Jack Black, the clown
Brad Pitt, the quarterback
I’ve seen it all before
I want my money back

The whole damn world is just as obsessed
“Something stinks!” Jake breathed in my ear.
With who’s the best dressed and who’s having sex,
“That’s not very nice, you just wounded me, The Cullens and the lives of hundred of teenage girls,” I yelled back.
Who’s in the clubs and who’s on the drugs,
Who’s throwing up before they digest
And you still don’t have the right look
And you don’t have the right friends
And you’re still listen to the same you did back then
“No, no, I mean something actually smells awful.”
High school never ends

High school never ends

The whole damn world is just as obsessed
“Oh. Well what did you expect? You’re standing in a crowd of sweaty teenagers.”
With who‘s the best dressed and who‘s having sex,
Who‘s got the money, who gets the honeys,
“Not like that. I didn’t mean BO, Bella.”
Who‘s kinda cute and who‘s just a mess
I shrugged and turned around to listen to the boys finish their song.
And I still don’t have the right look
And I still have the same three friends
And I’m pretty much the same as I was back then
High school never ends

High school never ends

High school never ends

Here we go again

The concert continued, songs rolling into the next effortlessly.

Half way through I got nervous. I hadn’t heard from Jake in a while. I turned to see him slumped down in his seat. His russet skin was drained of all colours and I could see sweat on his forehead.

“You look terrible Jake, are you okay?” I felt his forehead with the back of my hand.

“Holy cow, you’re burning up! Let’s go, I should get you home.”

I leaned down to help him up. He wobbled slightly.

“No Bella, I’m fine. I’m just going to go to the washroom, you stay hear and enjoy the concert.”

Unwillingly I agreed.

I turned to face the stage again only to see all three of the Cullen’s staring at me, and then back in the direction Jacob had gone.

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sweep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of sand, pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword, and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums

People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string

Oh, who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword, and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword, and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh

* * *

The mass of people herded through the doors of the stadium when the concert finally came to a close. I pushed my small frame through the crowd as best I could until I made it to the door of the men’s washroom. Jacob still hadn’t returned and I was beginning to get nervous.

I waited patiently outside the door for a while. Watching men flood in and out, but none of them were Jake. As the halls full of people started to thin I finally worked up the nerve to ask someone for help.

“Excuse me?” I asked a middle aged, balding man as he came out of the bathroom door, “Did you, by any chance see a Native American boy in there?”

“Oh yeah, is he your friend? He looks awful!”

Worry surged up inside me.

I thanked him as he wandered off to join his wife.

I stood nervously for a moment, trying to decide what to do, before pushing through the door to the men’s room.

The three men left inside gave me startled expressions, except for one who gave me a sly grin. Ignoring them I made my way through the bathroom, continuing my search.

I pushed the stall doors open searching for my friend. It wasn’t until I made it to the last stall that I found him.

Jacob was collapsed, sprawled across the floor of the handicap stall, semiconscious. He was shaking violently and a layer of sweat coated his body, soaking his shirt and clothes.

“Jake!” I yelled, running the last few steps and falling to the ground beside him.

Slowly, his eyes focused on me. “Oh, hey Bells. Is the concert over already?”

“Common,” I said as I helped him up, “lets get you home.”

I sagged under the weight of his limp body. His hot arm was draped around my neck holding him upright. When had Jake gotten to tall and heavy? It had only been a few days since I last saw him and suddenly I had to look up a foot to see his chin.

We staggered out into the now empty parking lot, our progress slow. There were only four other cars left in the lot now other then my truck from Jake; a polished looking black car, a huge red Jeep with unnecessarily large tires, a fancy, bright canary yellow sports car and a sleek yellow Volvo.

Jake and I stayed in the shadows as we made our way towards them.

I was actually glad foe Jake’s warmth, despite being concerned, because a cool breeze had picked up during the concert.

Loud laughter carried across the empty lot and the security alarms on the cars beeped off. I tried to see around Jake, who was in my sightline, to see the owners.

I stumbled, almost dropping Jake, when I recognized the forms of the five Cullens and two Hales walking towards the cars.

“Eww, bleach, it burns!” said Jake. His trembling became worse.

I tried to quicken our speed to my old truck.

A wicked gust of wind blew, sending my hair whipping around my head.

All of a sudden everything changed.

The laughter and murmurs of the Cullen’s cut off dead. They froze, still as statues, and looked in our direction.

Ferocious growls ripped through the silence.

“NO EDWARD!” An urgent yell from Carlisle pierced the night.

Jake’s arm slipped from around my shoulders, the sweltering heat gone. A thunderous ripping sound exploded beside me and sharp pain raced up my right arm.

I turned to see what had happened but it was too late. Before I even had a chance to blink I was knocked to the ground roughly by something as hard as granite and ice cold.

My head cracked against the cement and the overwhelming smell of blood surrounded me. My head spun as I looked up into the midnight black eyes of Edward Cullen.

I was pressed between the wet concrete and Edward’s unnaturally cold body. A feral growl resounded through his chest sending shivers down my spine.

I turned my head to the side as my vision blurred, searching for Jake. Panic froze in my veins when I was met with the steaming breath of a gigantic russet wolf in my face. Worry for Jake and the Cullens overcame me as more growls tore through the empty lot. The wolf snarled and the hackles on his back stood up.

Edward weight was suddenly lifted off me before I was pulled into darkness, panic and pain overtaking me.