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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.

13. Chapter 13 - Conversations

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Chapter Thirteen - Conversations

Edward drove Emma and I back home. Emma was in the back. She started to lay with the various buttons, both annoying and amusing Edward. She quickly became interested in the mechanics of the window opener. Up and down it went, her eyes widening with each rise and fall. I knew that she was giving us the privacy that we needed. But Edward did not.

We arrived home in minutes. Emma was out of the car and in the kitchen. The Volvo’s window did not looked like it had been touched. Edward shook his head.

“Your friend is quite amusing,” he told me.

“She’s your sister, now, according to Carlisle and Esme.” I reminded.

He grinned. “She will make life interesting,”

“You have no idea,” I hugged him. “I missed you.”

Edward kissed the top of my hair, “I missed you too.”

“Let’s go inside.” I grinned at Edward.

He barely tensed before relaxing and opening my door. I blinked. His natural speed still surprised me every once in a while. My knight in shining armor took my hand and led me up the walk into my house.

Charlie was waiting on the couch. “Hello girls, Edward,” he said gruffly.

I tried to look surprised, “Dad! What happened to the window?”

Charlie darkly glared, “Some punk kid hit a ball through it,”

“How is that possible, sir? The nearest house is a little ways off,” Edward furrowed his perfect eyebrows.

Charlie scowled at Edward, “I haven’t the faintest.”

“Have you contacted your insurance company?” Edward quizzed, the image of a concerned, smart man.

“It is too late. They are not open,” Charlie growled.

“Bummer,” Emma goofily smirked, releasing the tension.

Charlie could not suppress the smile that tugged at his lips. “Yes, Emma. It is quite the bummer,”

“Are you hungry?” she suddenly blinked at Charlie.

I gasped, “Oh! That’s right! No one has been here to save you! You haven’t tried to cook have you?” I grimaced, remembering his attempt at spaghetti. (First chapter of Eclipse, people!)

Charlie shook his head. “No. I learned my lesson long ago.”

“Good. I’ll go fix you something. What do you want?”

“I’m not too hungry. Whatever you kids want is fine,” he smiled at me and Emma but glared at Edward. Emma giggled behind her head, something that Charlie did not notice.

“I’ll fix him something. We ate at the Cullens, Chief Swan,” Emma smiled at him. Charlie just nodded.

Emma bustled into the kitchen. Charlie sat down to watch tv in his recliner. Edward looked at Emma in awe as she pulled out pots and pans and quickly began to fix breakfast for dinner. “How do you like your eggs, Izzie?”

“Scrambled with cheese please!” I flashed her a grin.

“You can cook?” Edward said in disbelief.

Emma nodded. “I cooked for two younger brothers, my mother and a nasty stepfather.”

She quickly cracked four eggs and sprayed Pam into the frying pan. My eyes widened as she put mounds of cheese in next. She added some butter and milk than began to whisk. When I said that I had never seen eggs cooked that way, she just shrugged. “I take pride in being atypical.”

“You do,” I grinned.

Emma grinned at me. In no time, she was handing Charlie his plate of eggs and toast. Edward cleaned up while I ate. It was very spoiling to have two vampires do all of your chores for you. I did not like being pampered.

“So, Emma,” Edward sat down beside me, which was consequently on the opposite side of Emma, “Do you like being a vampire?”

Emma looked at Charlie. He was completely engrossed in the game. “Do I really need to answer you?”

Edward grinned, “I would like to hear your thoughts,”

Emma grinned, “Yes. I do like it, but at the same time, I hate it with a passion. In the end, I really don’t care.”

“That is confusing,” Edward mused.

Emma’s head bobbed. “I know. But it is the truth. So far, my life hasn’t changed to much. Yes, there is that whole eating habits thing and no sleep, but other than that, everything is pretty much the same. I still have friends, I can talk and hang out and just be normal.”

“Do you think that you are a monster?” I stared pointedly at Edward as I asked my question.

“No,” Emma shook her head, “I have not done anything that would earn me that title. I suppose if I did something horrible, like kill a baby or go on a mass murdering spree, then I might. But as of now, I am not a monster.”

“Do you have a soul?” I continued.

“Most definitely. To be soulless is to be a monster. Since, I have already said that I am not a monster, I have a soul.” Emma answered, her eyes flickering between us.

“Do you think that you have the ability to become a monster?” Edward asked.

Emma shrugged as she started to catch on, “Anything is possible.”

“So you do think that you could turn evil?” I was starting to get scared. What if Emma’s unknowing answers supported Edward’s case, not mine?

“There is a difference between evil and monster. Being evil is more of a conscious choice. Hitler, Stalin, Hussein; I would call them evil. They made a choice to kill so many. They were brutal about it. They knew the consequences and did it anyway.

“Being a monster, cannot be helped, to a certain extent. Everyone has the possibility to be a monster. We all have instincts when we are born. The monster in you will take over it and act upon instinct or what the heart says. Conscious thoughts becomes derived from your instinct and the urge to do whatever is over powerful. As a monster, you would get a perverse pleasure over seeing others suffer, over killing them or hurting them or whatever. We,” she gestured at everyone at the table, “Are not monsters. We have feelings, thoughts, understandings beyond primal instinct. We evaluate our choices and try to do what is best for those we love.” Edward and I both winced. Emma’s reference to our bleak separation was painful. We had managed to put it behind us, but we were still sore over.

“We are not monsters,” I echoed, looking at Edward.

“Whoever said you were was seriously stupid.” Emma grinned, “All one has to do is sit down and approach it logically. What makes a monster a monster? It is pretty obvious that monster does not fit over an entire species, with the exception for Halloween.”

I giggled. “Only monsters on Halloween,”

Emma winked, “Of course,”

“What qualifies a person as a monster? Or as evil? After how many evils does one earn the title?” Edward remembered his brief excursion from the Cullen clan.

“When they decide that it is okay to keep doing what they know is wrong,” Emma answered evenly.

I blinked. That was a really good way to put it. I was still not used to the brief flashes of insight from my best friend. It reminded me that there is more to people than meets the eye.

Emma looked darkly between Edward and I. Her eyes narrowed dangerously. Without warning, Emma ran up the stairs. It was to fast for Charlie to notice. It was too fast for me to see. One minute she was there and the next second, she was gone. I stared fixatedly at where she once was. Edward’s rumbling chuckle brought me to the rest of the world.

“I do believe that she has us figured out.”

I leaned closer to him, “Maybe you’re right,”

His lips brushed up against mine. “I always am,”

“Hardly,” I breathed.

Edward kissed me. It was slow, soft, deliberate. My heart beat painfully against my ribs. I stopped breathing. Unthinkingly, I trailed my hands around the curves of his jaw and entangled them in his beautiful hair, inadvertently pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. To my surprised delight, Edward responded just as eagerly as I. Sometime later, he pulled away. He rested his forehead on mine.

“I love you,” I murmured.

“I love you, too,” he told me.

I kissed the tip of his nose, “Good,”

Edward laughed and gave me the smile that I adore so much. His eyes narrowed for a moment before he laughed a little louder.

“What?” I asked.

“Emma says that we need to get a room.” He paused, “Correction, we need to get a more private room.”

I giggled. “That would be nice,”

Edward pulled me onto his lap, “Your friend does make life interesting.” He repeated his earlier statement.

I kissed him, “You have no idea.”

I made Edward leave at ten rather than ten-thirty. I needed to talk to Emma about something and I did not want him around. I touched my still tingling lips as I walked up the stairs. Our ritual goodnight kiss was solely for Charlie’s prying benefit, but I must admit, I did enjoy them.

I opened the door to my bedroom warily. Emma was perched on my bed, her iPod on full blast. She was scribbling furiously in a small notebook. Around her were others. There was also a photo album open. I saw a picture of us and Brian at the fair. We were all smiling brightly. Emma stood in the middle with Brian on her right, his arm draped over her shoulder. Emma and I had linked arms and were waving. We looked so happy and ridiculous at the same time.

“Emma?” I said softly. Though her iPod volume was at the max and I had talked barely just above the whisper, Emma looked at me like I had broken a loud silence.

“Yes, Izzie dear?” She smiled at me.

I shifted uncomfortably, “Emma, I have something that I need to ask you and don’t get mad at me, okay, but I need to know.”

Emma snapped her book shut and cleared a space for me to sit. She motioned me foreword. I sat reluctantly, very aware of the space between us. Emma mistook my reluctance to speak as discomfort.

“If this is about yours and Edward’s private couple times at night, don’t worry. Whenever Edward comes, I’ll leave,”

I blushed. “That is not what I meant. I… well… Awh shucks, this is going to be more difficult than I originally anticipated.”

“Go on, Izzie.”

“Will you get mad?” I asked tentatively.

“I solemnly promise that I won’t. Scouts honor.” She grinned encouragingly at me. “Come on, Izzie! We are so close. Practically sisters. You can tell me anything.”

“Okay,” I was still hesitant, “Emma, last Monday, when Victoria attacked, Carlisle said that Alice saw in her vision, my blood. It was doing something that would drive any vampire crazy. Even Edward.”

“Your point?”

“Carlisle said that anyone would have lost it. They would have bitten me. But you didn’t,”

“I thought that you wanted Edward to be the one who changed you.” Emma leaned back against my head board,

“I do. I do.” I quickly reassured her. “But, that was not how… I didn’t mean it like… like that.”

Emma’s eyes widened. “You… you mean drink from you? Kill you? Oh, Izzie …” Emma dropped her head. She looked like she was about to cry. Her every word was laced with pain.

“I’m not accusing you!” I quickly reassured her, “I’m just curious. How could you have some much self-control? Carlisle could have stayed in control, but just barely. He was impressed.”

“Really?” Emma asked.

I nodded, “Yes.”

“ Well, I guess that part of my self-control is due to the martial arts, dance and piano lessons. All three require self-control.”

“There is more,” I stated when she stopped talking.

Emma jerked her head. “Yes, there is.”

“Then tell me. We are sisters, remember?”

Emma’s eyes glazed over. “It starts a long time ago. Back in Tennenbark. Before Marty, my mom was dating this man named Stephen. He was nice enough. He always brought me gifts and he was in love with my mom. I could tell that much. But, like everybody. He had his, his faults. His faults made him enemies. I don’t know what he did or how they found him. But they did.”

“Who?” I interrupted.

“I don’t know. I never asked them. But, I do know that Marty was there that night.”

An involuntary gasp escape from my lips.

Emma shrunk back. “I don’t wanna talk about it, Izzie.”

“You need to,” I said.

“No, I do not.” Emma crossly said. “I don’t need your pity!”

“Pity!” I exclaimed, “Emma, this isn’t pity!”

“Whatever it is! I don’t want it!” she seethed.

“What is wrong with you? You’re acting so strange!” I screamed.

“Why do you keep wanting to know about my past? What’s done is done and there is no going back! I am trying to forget it! Why do you keep bringing it up?” she yelled back at me.

“There are some questions that need answering! Like, why do you keep running away from people?” I shot back.

“You already know why!”

“That doesn’t’ explain why you are running again!”

Emma froze. “How do you know that?” she whispered.

“I found a copy of the note that you were going to leave.” I snapped. “Why? Why do you keep leaving?”

“Because,” Emma stuttered out.

“Do explain,” I snapped.

“It’s not safe,” she retorted.

That really stung. “How?” I said with a lot of force.

“I don’t know. But it is not. It’s not safe to put down roots. People will find you. Hurt you. You can’t stay anywhere too long. Your secrets are found out and before you know it, it is too late. They are already here,” she cried.

“Emma. That doesn’t make any sense.” I said quietly.

Emma clutched her head. “I know. I know. I can’t help it. I can’t control it. These things, these words, these feelings, I can’t stop them. They just keep coming. I can’t stop it. They aren’t mine. I don’t want them. Help me, Izzie! I can’t do it.” she sobbed.

I was speechless. What was I supposed to say? I had no idea what Emma meant. It was nonsense. Balderdash. Drivel. Rubbish. I made no sense of it. It was impossible.

“They are coming, Izzie.” she whispered, horrified.

“Who?” I cried, shaking her shoulders, “Who are coming, Emma?”

Emma started to tearlessly bawl. “I don’t know. But they are. Soon. Really soon. They want you. She wants you.”

“She?” I repeated.

Emma could barely nod. I thought back. The only woman that I had offended was Victoria. I knew that she was dead. She had died earlier today. Who else was coming?

“How do you know that she is coming?” I tried.

Emma pleaded with me to understand. “I don’t know. I just know that she is coming. A devil with red eyes. Blue eyes. Changing eyes. She will never look the same twice. Impossible. I know, but it is the truth. She is coming, Izzie. She is coming for you.” I did not.

No one that Emma described made any impression in my mind. Edward had said nothing of someone who could change their appearance, male or female. It upset Emma to no end. I tried to soothe her but it had no effect. She sobbed and would not be deterred from her line of thought.

“The devil of different faces. Demon, harlot and angel, she is coming.” Emma clutched herself and started to rock back and forth. She kept whispering inaudible words. I would have given almost anything to know what she was saying.

“Emma?” I tried after ten minutes of her incessant babbling.

She looked up at me. “Izzie?” She sounded so scared.

“Yes Emma” I tried to be calm, though I was silently screaming in frustration.

“Do you hate me?”

“Never!” I reassured her all the while wondering what had inspired that question. “Now, what were you looking at before I came in?”

“Looking at?” Emma’s eyes furrowed as she tried to remember. A looked of serenity crossed her face before she returned to normal. “I was looking over my journals. I remember a lot of my life from them All of the pictures. People, their faces, their stories, my story. It is not some vague shadow, I remember most of it clearly. I was thinking,”

“Yes?” I prompted, ready to hear what brought on her episode.

“If you are going to be a vampire soon, you should start a journal. It will help you think and after you change, you will remember mostly everything too. I have all sorts of pictures from the past week. We can keep taking them,s o you will have photographs to help you.

“And if you are going to be changed, we need to schedule your beauty appointment. You don’t want split ends, hairy legs, armpits and funny eyebrows for eternity, do you?” I tried to answer her but she was lost in thought.

We sat silently for several minutes.

“Izzie?” she broke the silence.

“Yes?” I looked intently at my best friend.

“Don’t tell any one. Not Edward. Especially not Edward. Just forget about what happened, okay?” she begged me.

I was caught between a rock and a hard place. Whatever Emma saw, it was coming. It freaked her out more than she wanted to say, but it did. I could see the fear plainly in her eyes. Something out there was coming, and coming soon. The Cullens needed to be warned. Charlie needed to be protected. Emma had repeated that this woman was coming for me. I might need to be changed to protect us all. But, we needed to know.

On the other had, Emma was my best friend. She was practically my sister. I grimaced at the thought of betraying her trust. Renee had said when I was a little girl, that if telling my friend’s secret was actually saving her, saving someone else, then I should tell. I had never supposed that I would be in the position where I would have to chose. Now, I was at an ultimatum. I had no idea what to do.

“I promise,” I heard myself whispering. with a sinking feeling in my gut, I knew that I would eventually break that promise into dust. When Emma left, I would tell Edward. The Cullens needed to know.