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.
10. Chapter 10 - Remembering Him on Monday
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I did not wake up to Edward on Monday. In fact, I did not wake up to any vampire on Monday. I was completely alone in the house. I rubbed my eyes. Had it all been a dream?
I had my answer when my cell phone rang. It was Emma. No. It definitely was reality.
“Hey, Emma,” I said into the phone.
“Izzie. I am over at the Cullen’s mansion. I smell vampires everywhere. I was hoping to find you some clues as to Edward’s whereabouts. But, there is nothing. I smell so many vampires that I do not know his scent. I’ve been in his room. It smells a lot like you. I’m coming back to your house, now. But, I wanted you to know that I smell Vicky. She has been here or at least, around here. Be careful, okay?” Emma told me.
“Umm… okay?” I said, panic creeping into my voice. Had Victoria found the Cullens? Had she hurt them? No. I banished the terrifying thought from my head with logic. If she had found them, they still could have taken her. One vampire against seven? There was no way that she would have survived. She was not that stupid, either. No, the Cullens were safe, where ever they were. Where ever they were without me.
I ate breakfast in silence. It felt unusual to not have someone watch me eat. After that, I showered. Emma returned while I washed my hair and faithfully sat outside my door. We did not talk as I dried my hair and put on clothes. We were too confused and desolate to pretend to carry on a lighthearted conversation.
I watched Romeo and Juliet on the couch that Edward and I had laid on on my birthday. I started to cry. It was last year starting all over again. Emma hugged me and listened as I explained why watching the movie with Edward missing hurt so much. She turned it off and let me cry.
After a while, we made cookies. I need chocolate and unhealthy food. I should not have been eating. Today was the day that Edward would have bitten me. He had a promise, a promise that he would have fulfilled today. The thought that he might have returned late on purpose so that he would not have to change me made me sick in the stomach. I threw up the several cookies and glasses of milk that I had consumed. Emma held my hair back and promised that everything would be all right.
I knew that she was right. I was being silly. Of course Edward would come back. He had not left me. He would not leave me. But it hurt so damn much.
Emma asked if I wanted to talk about it. I shook my head no. Talking about it made it real. I did not want it to be real. I wanted it to be a dream, no a nightmare, so that when I woke up, Edward would be back. I could wake up and he would be holding me. Things would be how they were before he left last year. I missed him so much. I loved him even more. Where was he?
I napped from one to five. Emma took that time to write a new song. She hummed me to sleep and the melody came to her. After being sure that I was out deep, she pulled out a leaf of paper and a sturdy pen. Her hand was shaky at first, but it grew stronger.
‘Sometimes, I look back on what we had and I smile. When you loved me, I was somebody. When you were here, I was complete. When you left me, I was destroyed. When I cry, I curse your name.
‘You did nothing wrong, it is me.’ You lied. You said that I was your all and your everything, yet you still left. To protect me, you lied. To save me from you. Now, in the hell that has encompassed me, I ask, was it worth it? Am I safe? Then why? Why does it hurt so damn much?
‘Now, I sit in this passing world. The surreal people pass, happy and carefree. They are disgusted by my wasted existence. They scorn me and praise you. How could you ever have loved me?
‘You did nothing wrong, it is me. You lied. You said that I was your all and your everything, yet you still left. To protect me, you lied. To save me from you. Now, in the hell that has encompassed me, I ask, was it worth it? Am I safe? Then why? Why does it hurt so damn much?
‘You kept me safe, you kept me warm. Late at night, now I toss and I turn. You roam this earth so happy and free, with her. Not with me. How? How could you have love me? You outshine me in every way and for the first time, I felt beautiful. It was one of your lies. With you angelic light gone, I see the true face in the mirror. The old hag that looks back.
‘You did nothing wrong, it is me. You lied. You said that I was you all and your everything, yet you still left. To protect me, you lied. To save me from you. Now, in the hell that has encompassed me, I ask, was it worth it? Am I safe? Then why? Why does it hurst so damn much?
‘When? When will this merciless pain go away?’
Emma put the song and the painful melody by my bed. She went down stairs and tried to kill herself. I know, I found the broken knives in the trashcan, the rat-posion like traces in the titianium sink, the bullet pieces and crushed shells of Charlie’s old gun. I also found a note saying that she had to leave. She had been careful, just not careful enough. It did not work. Like Carlisle had been, for the next while, she was a creature of the damned. Nothing could save her soul. It might be years until her soul could heal. But, she may never heal. She could be an Edward and go to the Volturi. Emma, plainly to put it, was a broken victim of fate.
- Chapter 1-Saturday Moring
- Chapter 2 - Saturday's Explanations
- Chapter 3 - Monday's Shopping Trip
- Chapter 4 - Tuesday's Adventure Into Enemy Territory
- Chapter 5 - New Faces on Wednesday
- Chapter 6- Mike's Opps-Up on Thursday
- Chapter 7 - Partying All Friday Night
- Chapter 8 - Fun in the Hidden Sun on Saturday
- Chapter 9 - Sunday?s Observation of Disconsolate Love
- Chapter 10 - Remembering Him on Monday
- Chapter 11 - Forgetting Him on Tuesday
- Chapter 12 - For lack of a better, less explanitory name and me having not come up with one to my regrets, the chapter twelve shall be henceforth known and properly called, ehhm, FINALLY!
- Chapter 13 - Conversations
- Chapter 14 - Emma and Edward's Late Night Conversation
- Chapter 15 - Playtime
- Chapter 16 - The Cause
- Chapter 17 - Dirty Little Secrets
- Chapter 18 - Kentucky
- Chapter 19 - Yukon Ho!
- Chapter 20 - Stone Angel
- Chapter 21 - Dammit Emmett! This is an Incognito Thing!
- Chapter 22 - Hate This Place
- Chapter 23 - A Sembalance of Normalcy
- Chapter 24 - Wedding Bells Are Ringing
- Chapter 25 - Chapter One
- Author's Note
- Chapter 27 - WAKING NIGHTMARE
- Chapter One - Beautiful
- Chapter Two - Necessary
- Chapter Three - Foreigners
- Chapter Four - Accidentally So
- Chapter Five - Unbelievable
- Chapter Six - Fighting It
- Chapter Seven - Over Dramatic
- Chapter Eight - Haunting
- Chapter 36 - Just for fun!
- Chapter Nine - The Best Course?
- Chapter Ten - On the Road
- Chapter Eleven - Hurt
- Chapter Twelve - Resolution
- Chapter Thirteen - It Starts Again
- Chapter 42 - Authors Note
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