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Nightshade - Waking Nightmare

Chapter Thirteen/ Forty-One is out.

A new score of vampires threatens life as Bella knows it. Responsible for gruesome murders and missing children, they are now roaming the northwest portion of the United States. The decision had come, to change Bella or not to change Bella? Either way, the small Cullen family does not seem to have a chance at protecting Forks with Emma on the fritz, even if they have help from your friendly neighborhood werewolvesr;  All of this belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I am just playing with it. Incase you have not figured it out yet, this is the sequel to Nightshade.

Everything is ready for Bella to be changed into a vampire. She has made all of her cuts from society and has begun to emotinally withdrawl from her familiy. Then, as the Cullen family hunts one last time before the fateful day, a friend from Bella's past shows up. To her, Bella is Izzie and Izzie is the only one that can help her.

All of this belongs to the beautiful Stephanie Meyer. She made up Twilight. We all her a debt of gratitude. Yea!

Be happy that I don't own this. Or sad. If I did, Bella would already be a vampire. But, she's not. Darn.

1. Chapter 1-Saturday Moring

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Chapter One- Morning

To say that I was shocked would be a complete understatement. When I had opened my door on that bright, sunny, completely Edward-less Saturday morning, I was not expecting to see an old face standing on my doorstep. But I did. At first, I had not recognized her; it had been so long since we had last seen each other. If I recalled, it was our tearful goodbyes at our third grade graduation party as Renee dragged me by the hand to our plane which took me to blissful and dull Phoenix.

Time had aged her face. I supposed that it had aged mine as well, though for mine, I was doubtful on whether or not it was for the better. For her, it was.

“You said that if I ever needed anything to look you up,” she said, quietly. I could still hear the faint trill of her voice. We had said that she had sounded like a songbird singing when we were younger. Part of the melody still lingered in her deeper, dark voice.

I knew her very well. So very well. It was almost as if time had not passed. I rushed forward and embraced her. “Of course. Come on in,”

I smiled as I lead Emma Jewell into my tiny house.

“How are you doing?” I asked, curious as to why my old friend from Tennenbark, South Dakota was on my doorstep in Forks, Washington.

“Fine, fine,” she bobbed her head like she had answered this question a million times.

“Really?” I knew I was prodding, but when someone shows up at your house with a duffle bag, quoting a promise that you made in third grade, you know that something is up.

“Actually, Izzie. No, I’m not fine. Not at all,” Emma called me by the name that I had forgotten. I was thankful that Edward had gone on a hunting trip with his family. He would not be back for an other week. When he had told me, I had been devastated, afraid to be apart from him for so long. But, perhaps now it was a good thing. I could help Emma and get her going before the nights that Edward and I shared would return, full-force.

I lead her over to the couch and sat down, pulling her with me. It was some time since I had come in contact with a another human, Charlie and I were still not on speaking terms. Him being angry over Edward returning and the motorcycle and all. She was very cold, but I could direct her movements. It was a securing feeling.

“I ran away from home,”

She said it as a simple fact, something that completely shocked me. Emma made it sound like she had run from being tagged in hide-and go seek.

“What? Why?” I managed to gasp out.

“My mom, she remarried. Again.” Emma bit out. I sighed. Emma’s mother, Charlatty, had issues concerning men as well. Renee had out grown it when ever she found Phil. I could tell by Emma’s voice that her mother was still wandering the seas of love.

“To who?”

“Some guy named Marty. I think that she actually loves him,” Emma sounded so repulsed by that. I momentarily wondered if she was disgusted by the idea of her mother loving some one besides her. I quickly banished it. The Emma that I had known had never been selfish with her mother’s love. When we were best friends, Emma’s house was my second home and mine hers. What was so bad about Marty that made Emma hate him. “He beats her,” she answered my unasked question. “Me too. I couldn’t stand it any more. Izzie, I had to get out of there! I called your house in Phoenix. The people who bought it gave me Renee’s number in Florida. I called her and she said that you were in some forsaken place named Forks. That’s how I got your address,” she explained in a rush.

“Why did you look me up?” I asked, breathless. It was not that I minded or anything, I just wanted to know.

“Because, Izzie, well, this is so embarrassing, but you were my only friend in life. I never really got along with the other kids. At school, I was just a freak, faceless and emotionless.

A sharp pain twisted in my stomach. That was exactly how life had been for me in Phoenix. Then I moved to Forks, where everything had changed. At Forks, I met Edward. Just thinking of Edward made a smile come to my face.

Emma noticed it and looked her. I quickly explained that I was thinking of all the good times that we had together and that my life had been just as she described it. I hated to lie, but I thought that she might be a little insulted if I said that I was thinking about my gorgeous, wonderful boyfriend while she lay her troubles before my feet.

“Oh,” she answered. “Izzie, I am sorry if it’s inconvenient, but I had nowhere else to go! If you need me to leave, I can hitchhike back to Tennenbark.”

“No!” I shouted, then blushed. “You can stay here, as long as you like. Charlie, my dad, he may not like it at first, but once you explain everything, he’ll come around. Eventually,” I said.


I nodded.

“Oh, thanks, Izzie!” She flung her arms loosely around me. I smiled and returned her embrace. My head knocked into her sunglasses. She quickly readjusted them.

“You know, you don’t need those here,” I teased.

Emma replied in the same light-heartened tone, “But they’re just so fashionable!”

We laughed. It really was like old times.

“C’mon, I’ll show you to my room. I don’t know where you will sleep, but your things can go in my room.” I took her up the stairs and to my room.

Emma whistled appreciatively. I gave her a look. She shrugged.

“This is much nice than the double wide we had back home.”

I shook my head, “You got that right,”

Yes, both Emma and myself had lived in double wide trailers until the tender age of nine. Don’t judge me.

“Are you hungry?” I asked as I walked back downstairs to the kitchen.

“No thanks,” Emma said, right behind me, “I’ve already ate,”

“Okay,” I said as I made my way to get a bowl from the cabinets. I was hunting for my cereal.

Unfortunately, my clumsiness got the better of me. As I walked, my foot caught around the leg of the table. I startled to fall forward. I was caught by two cold, strong arms. My face was just inches from the floor. I heard the clutter as Emma’s sunglasses fell to the ground

“Thanks,” I said as I stood.

I looked back at my frozen friend. Consequently, I looked into two blood red eyes. The pit of my stomach sank. Eyes of an untamed vampire.