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.
15. Chapter 15 - Playtime
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“Good morning,” my angel told me.
I grinned and blushed, sending warm waves of blood to my pale cheeks. Edward pulled me closer and kissed me.
“Mhmm, how did you sleep?”
“Incredible.” I almost asked how he slept. I quickly caught myself and smiled. He rewarded me with his flawless crooked grin. I loved Edward. I told him so. He trailed his soft kisses down my jaw in response. I groaned. He was sending sparks of pleasure throughout my body. I threw my arms around him and pulled him closer, kissing him soundly. As I opened my mouth, I clung to empty air and fell foreword onto my face.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, my face in my mattress.
“It is quite all right,” Edward came back to me from across the room.
“I need a quick human moment,” I told him.
“Go. I’ll be downstairs with Emma and Rose.” he smiled.
I stopped, “Rose?”
“Rosalie came by to see Emma? Is that a problem?” he asked worriedly.
I shook my head with a bright smile. “No! It is wonderful!”
“I am glad that you think so,” Edward grinned, “Go have your human moment,”
I blew him a kiss and skipped out of the room. I made it to the bathroom and took an exceptionally long shower. I had not taken one in a few days and I wanted to look pretty for my wonderful darling Edward. I dried my hair with a roll brush and put on a little bit of make-up. It was not as much as Emma had first instructed me to use, but it was still there. I dressed and smiled before I brushed my teeth. Though Edward assured me that I smelled good, I lived in fear of morning breath.
I went down the stairs, smiling. At the table sat three vampires more beautiful than supermodels. Edward was the first to notice my presence. He stopped talking and smiled at me. I felt him look me up and down and I grinned. I was embarrassed to admit how much it pleased me to see him look at me in such a way. There was only one way to describe it. Lust. I blushed and bit my lower lip.
Emma was grinning from ear to ear as was Rosalie. Ever since her accident concerning the Volturi, she had been much nicer and apologetic to me. I had assured her several times that I was not mad. But, she still felt the need to make it up to me.
“Good morning sunshine!” Emma sang. “What would you like for breakfast?”
“I’ll make it,” I said as I stepped into the kitchen.
Emma pursed her lips, “Where is the fun in that?”
“You get to sit and do absolutely nothing. That is the fun.” I told her.
She scowled at me and muttered darkly. Edward’s eyebrows shot up and Rosalie tried hard to not giggle. I looked between the three of them.
“Vampires,” I mumbled under my breath.
They all three laughed, to my annoyance. I poured cereal and the new milk into the bowl and I sat down. All three turned silently to watch me eat. I was used to it, but it was slightly awkward. I ate quickly and ended up almost choking in the process. To my eternal embarrassment, Rosalie was the one who gave me the Himliech Maneuver. I turned bright red as I thanked the beautiful girl. She smiled and told me that it was not a problem.
“What did you all talk about last night?” I asked Emma and Edward.
“You,” Emma teased me.
I rolled my eyes, “No. Seriously. What did you talk about?”
“You, silly.” Emma replied.
“Oh you are so dull,” Emma snapped.
I grinned. Emma didn’t mean it. I think. Edward washed my dishes in the time span of two seconds while Emma put chicken in the crock pot for dinner.
“You guys really shouldn’t do my chores. It spoils me.” I grinned wickedly at them.
“You take to long,” Emma answered before Edward could tell me that it was no trouble.
“Why do you keep doing that?” he asked her.
She shrugged. “I have no idea what you mean.”
He slapped soapy water her. She shrieked as it hit her. Without warning, she threw the ladle that she was using at his head. It hit it with a resounding thunk and it dropped to the floor. Edward wiped the chicken juice from his face. He looked disgusted.
“Haha!” Rosalie doubled over laughing. I joined her. Tears poured from my eyes. I wiped them away with the back of my hand.
Edward saw my laughing and acted upon it. I had not laughed so hard as before our bad times. He turned on the water hose and picked it up lethally. Emma’s eyes widened as she backed away.
“Oh no. You wouldn’t.” she gasped.
Edward quirked his eyebrow, “I wouldn’t?’ He shot the water at her. Before it could reach her, Emma grabbed the crock pot’s glass lid and held it up like a shield. The stream was on as high as it would go and splattered everywhere. The rippling effect made it land on both Rosalie and I as well as a surprised Edward.
“Hey!” Rosalie screeched, “Edward!”
“It wasn’t me!” he protested through his fits of laughter. “It was Emma!”
“It was not!” She stuck her tongue out from behind her still raised shield.
Rosalie and Edward exchanged a glance. They were having a silent conversation. Edward nodded and slowly they advance. Emma looked between the two warily. Then, her gaze flickered to me and she smiled. She had a hostage. I was about to open my mouth when she dashed around the table and picked me up. She covered me with the shield.
“I have a prisoner!”
Edward grinned evilly. “Just because you have Bella, do you think I will spare you?”
I could feel Emma’s triumphant smirk fall. Her plan was a dud and she needed a new one if she did not want some evil sibling horror to befall us. She started muttering. I could hear her but only bits of it out.
“Left… too close… that would hurt… stairs… window… door… spoon… shoes… blonde…” I thought that I understood what she was doing. Edward could read her mind. She had to not really plan. Just act on instinct. I watched Edward’s face as he came to the same realization that I did.
“Not fair,” he growled.
“Oh and like you using your powers is!” she retorted, slipping her plan for a moment. Almost immediately, she resumed her mindless muttering. “Banana sundae… toenails… Brian,” Both Rosalie and Edward perked up at Brian’s name. Edward knew who he was, but not Rose, “Car,” Emma said before grabbing me and dashing off.
We flew up the stairs and out the window. Edward thought that he knew what Emma’s plan was. both he and Rosalie ran out the front door to the cars. Sadly, by that time, we were over the roof and running into the woods. Emma swung me onto her back and ran as fast as she could. I could tell because she was panting with every step that she took.
When I had run with Edward, he had never gone full out. He knew that it would have made me sick. Unfortunately, Emma didn’t care. She went as fast as she could. She started to go faster and I guessed that she heard Edward and Rosalie behind us. I knew that Emma was going to hit a tree. I just knew it. They were going by so fast that my brain barely had time to register the blurs.
I had no idea where we were going. We changed directions so many times. Emma must have been trying to throw our scent off. Without warning, we were at the beach. Emma kept running, straight into the water. I shrieked when it hit me. For once, I tried to make myself look decent and she had to go and ruin it.
Seconds later, we were underwater. Emma was swimming just as rapidly as she was running. I held my breath as long as I could. When I thought that I was going to die, I beat hard on Emma’s head. She surfaced enough to were my head was above the water. I took in deep breaths. My lungs hurt, they had been screaming for relief. A minute later, Emma squeezed my leg. I knew what that meant. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with precious oxygen and we sank below the murky water.
Moments later, we surfaced. I craned my neck up as I looked at the looming cliff above us. I know what you are thinking. No, it was not the one that I jumped off, almost killing my precious Edward. It was a different one, one that I had never seen.
“Hold on,” Emma ordered.
I did not need to be told twice. I clung to her back as she picked to hand holds on the rock. Almost effortlessly, she started to climb. I buried my head in her soaked hair. I was not going to look down. Yes, I had gotten over my fear of heights, but not to the point of insanity.
As soon as we reached the top, Emma started running again. She went just as fast.
“Aren’t you getting tired?” I asked, hoping that my voice was not lost the hurricane-speed wind.
“No,” she answered with heavy breaths.
“Liar,” I whispered.
“Shut up, Izzie,” she teased.
Soon, we stopped. I had to shake my head to clear it. Then, I heard the rippling sound of the stream. I saw the familiar white mansion and I knew where we were.
“How did we get here?” I asked.
“I followed their scent,” Emma said as she lightly dropped me to the ground.
“Why here?” I continued.
“I don’t think that your lover-lips will come looking for us here for a little while.” Emma responded as she walked over to the house.
“Oh really?” a voice from the porch said.
We both looked up in matching horror. Standing on the elegant porch, with Alice, Rosalie, Emmett and Jasper by his side was Edward. Emma’s mouth fell open.
She pointed dumbly at Edward, “How did… how did… how did… darn it!”
“Easy. Alice had a vision of you running with Bella on your back. Bella looked terrified and you didn’t look so good either. She thought that you were in trouble and called us back here. That was when she got the vision that you were coming here.” Edward cockily explained as he started strutting down the steps to us.
Emma threw a death glare at Alice who shrugged. “I would say sorry, but I’m not,” she smirked.
“What do we do now?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she answered. To my eternal surprise she started belting out the Star Spangled Banner at the top of her lungs. This brought Esme rushing out.
“What’s the matter?” she asked the Cullen siblings who had frozen.
“Emma’s being weird. We are playing and she is distracting us quite well,” Emmett said before he realized what he had said.
They all turned to look to see that Emma and I were gone. When the Cullen clan had turned their attention the matriarch of the family, she had grabbed me and ran in a large circle around the mansion. I had a barrage of questions to ask her, but I wisely withheld them.
“Split up!” I heard Edward’s melodical voice order.
“Are we helping you obliterate them?” Emmett toyingly asked.
“Don’t you want another shot at Emma? To see if she really can beat you or if it was luck?” Edward taunted.
I could see Emmett glare at Edward. “It was luck.”
I felt Emma roll her eyes, “Yeah, right.”
“So? What’s the plan?” Jasper asked.
All three were itching for the hunt. I could feel Rosalie and Alice’s reaction. The game had been fun while it lasted. But the boys were taking it to a new level. It did not the grandeur that it had before.
Emma bit her lip and bound into the house. I heard Rosalie, Alice and Esme enter through the front door. Emma started to slowly climb the stairs.
“What happened?” Esme asked.
“We were having a water war at Bella’s house. Emma was winning so Edward and I decided to team-up. Emma grabbed Bella because she figured that Edward wouldn’t do anything to her, but he only laughed and said whatever Emma got, Bella could have too. So, they ran.” Rosalie explained.
“Why not just circumvent them at the house?” Alice asked.
“Because, originally, they started off in the direction of Quileute territory. We lost the scent near there and that’s when you called.”
“So much for fair play,” Esme laughed. Her daughters joined in. “Poor Emma,” Esme shook her head.
“Huh?” Emma turned her head as she stepped. Since she was not watching were she was going, she caught her foot on the next step. She was throwing her weight foreword and had no where to go except down. So, she did. Emma fell down the several stairs that we had climbed and landed near the bottom. She had fallen on her stomach and I was safely perched on her back.
When we were done, I jumped up and squealed, “You fell down the stairs!”
Emma glared at me as she propped herself up, “Izzie, shut up.”
“No! Normally I’m the one who falls but it wasn’t me! It was you!” That made me very happy.
Emma stood up and dusted off her pants and shirt. She gave me a baleful look. Alice, Rosalie and Esme, who had rushed over to us as we fell, laughed.
“Laugh all you want,” Emma muttered.
“With pleasure,” Rosalie smiled.
“Where did the others go?” I asked.
“Out trying to find a way around you.” Alice grinned. “I suppose that that won’t turn out very well.”
“Not in the least,” Emma grinned.
“What happened to you two?” Alice asked us, truly seeing our running make-up, salty hair and drenched clothes.
“We went for a swim,” I explained.
She shook her head. “No no no, this won’t do at all.”
“What won’t?” I asked, fairly sure that I did not want to hear the answer.
“Do you really want Edward to see you like that?” Rosalie asked.
“He already has,” I answered as I looked down at my feet.
“No. Up you go into the shower,” Alice ordered.
“Again?” I cried.
“Yes,” Alice nodded firmly.
I glared at them as they made me march up the stairs to the shower. I had never bathed at the Cullens before and it was not as different as I would have imagined. I used Alice’s bathroom. When I came out, Emma, Alice and Rosalie waited for me on Alice’s bed. Emma was clean and her hair was dried. I scowled at her. She threw me neatly folded clothes. I recognized them as the things that we had bought at Wal-Mart. I had not even worn them yet.
I shrugged into the khaki miniskirt and three quarter length magenta shirt. All three vampires set upon me. Rosalie attacked my hair and Alice took my make-up. Emma kept snapping pictures, making me more and more infuriated with each flash of light.
“Why do you keep doing that?” I snapped.
“Don’t you want to remember this?” she laughed.
“No!” I retorted.
“Well I do. Smile!” She took another picture.
I snarled at her, mimicking Edward to a certain degree. The three women laughed at me. After an endless hour of playing Barbie doll Bella, they backed off. As usual, I was stunningly beautiful.
Emma took a picture of my dazed expression as I looked at myself in Alice’s floor length mirror. I was so beautiful it was like I was a different person.
“You are so pretty, Izzie!” Emma laughed.
“I am,” escaped my lips before I realized it.
Rosalie squealed. “Edward is going to be so thrilled!”
Alice nodded, grinning madly. “I know! You look exquisite! Simply ravishing!”
“Do you have any idea when they will get back?” I asked Alice, perhaps a little too eager to have Edward come home.
“Soon, I suppose. Emma and Rosalie drove his car up and down the highway while you were in the shower to buy us some more time. The trail will go dead anytime now and they will be forced to come home.”
I grinned. I couldn’t wait.
“Until then, why don’t we go wait with Esme in her studio?” Alice suggested.
Alice linked our arms as she led me down the hall. Rosalie and Emma followed. Esme was at her oak easel, painting. Rock music filtered softly through the surround sound speakers. Esme mouthed the words to Allison Road by Gin Blossoms while she painted.
When she heard us come in, she put her brush down and smiled. “Hello, dears.”
“Hello Esme,” chorused through the room.
“What brings you to my studio?” she asked.
“We are waiting for the menfolk to get back,” Alice explained as she lay on a leather couch.
Esme smiled at us, “In that case, all of you relax on the couch. I want to paint you pictures of beauty.”
“Then shouldn’t you be right beside us?” Rosalie played with her adopted mother.
Esme rolled her eyes and chuckled. “Seriously girls, sit down.”
We sat. I was in the middle, with my legs tucked beneath me. Rosalie sat on my left. She titled her head and gave off a bright smile. She crossed her legs on the floor and looked the perfect image of a proper princess. Emma took my right. She let her hair fall down her shoulders in its magnificent flounces as she smiled around Alice’s shoulder. Alice sat on Emma’s lap. She cocked her head to the side and grinned cheekily and she threw her legs over the arm of the couch.
Esme smiled at us and painted at a speed that was nothing short of a miracle. My cheeks had just begun to hurt when she announced that she was finished.
We all crowded around to see the work of art. It was surreal and beautiful. The sunlight was coming through the window and Esme had managed to capture the dazzling sparkles of her daughters’ skin while still giving all of the details that they each bore. I looked so human sitting between them. We looked like a family, four sisters. It made me smile and my heart pound. A family, my family.
“Esme, it’s beautiful,” I whispered as I touched the edge of the easel.
Esme gave me a vampire blush. That is where one is not really blushing with blood but making the facial expressions of doing so. “Thank you, Bella,”
“How did you become so talented?” Emma asked.
Esme shrugged, “I was naturally gifted. It carried over into this life,” she explained.
“Lucky,” Emma grinned.
“I think so,” Esme answered.
Just then, we heard the front door slam open. The footsteps of three annoyed and defeated vampires echoed throughout the house, loud enough for even me, the single human, to hear. Esme rolled her eyes. “Those boys,” she said as she walked out the door.
“You three better not be tracking mud or putting dents in my floors from that stomping!” she yelled.
“Sorry, Esme!” Jasper called back up.
“Have you see the girls, by chance?” Edward asked.
“They are up in the studio with me,” she answered.
“Esme, I would not have picked you for a rock fan,” Emma said mildly as she sat back down on the couch.
Esme shut the door. “Most people would not. But, I admit freely that I do enjoy a good and loud guitar rift.”
Emma laughed, “Don’t we all?”
I wrinkled my nose, “Not Edward,”
“Surely there must be some rock type of music that he likes,” Emma said in musical tones.
“I have not found one yet,” I answered grimly.
Emma’s mouth fell open in disbelief, “You are joking,”
“She is not,” Alice giggled, “Edward prefers the classics,”
“Classics or classical?” Emma asked as she raised her eyebrows.
“Classical,” Rosalie confirmed.
Emma looked around the room, stunned. “He is an odd one, Izzie. I will give you that.”
“Gee, thanks,” I smiled.
Emma stuck her tongue out and crossed her eyes. I laughed at Esme’s expression of incredulous appalment. When Alice and Rosalie saw it, they chimed in. Emma withdrew her tongue and returned her eyes to normal.
“What is so funny?”
Esme shook her head, “Nothing dear.”
“Could you girls laugh any louder?” Emmett said as he opened the door, rubbing his temples, “We could hear you downstairs,”
“Maybe we could return our voices to normal if you did not insist on stomping around,” Rosalie retorted.
Emmett moved his head from side to side as he dismissed his wife’s words. In response, Rosalie stood and smacked him upside the head.
“Ow! That hurt!” he protested.
“Good,” Rosalie said in a huff.
That was when Emmett saw Emma and I. He groaned, “Do you mean to tell me that they have been here this entire time?” He gestured to us.
“Yes,” Rosalie said calmly.
“We’re idiots,” he grumbled. “Edward? Jasper? Come up here!” he said a little louder than his talking voice.
Jasper and Edward bound in. The smirks on their faces when they saw Emma, Alice and I sitting comfortably on the couch.
“How was your hunt?” Emma smirked as they looked on in dumfounded defeat.
- 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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