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Nightshade - Waking Nightmare

Summary:
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!


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


17. Chapter 17 - Dirty Little Secrets

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Chapter Seventeen - Dirty Little Secrets!

Charlie was sitting on the couch, watching the game. When the front door opened, he looked at me crossly.

“Where were you? I was worried. Oh! Dr. Cullen, Mrs. Cullen, I did not see you. Come in, please come in.” Charlie stood and ushered the entire Cullen clan inside our tiny house. I blushed in embarrassment. It was so small compared to the monstrosity that they called home.

“Good evening, Chief Swan,” Carlisle inclined his head.

“Please, call me Charlie.” Charlie said.

“Then, please feel free to address us as Carlisle and Esme, Charlie,” Esme told my dad with smile.


Charlie nodded, “Of course, Esme.” He sat down while the remainder of us filed behind the Cullen parents, “What brings you to my home? Is everything all right?”

Carlisle shook his head, “Unfortunately, no. Everything is not all right.”

Charlie’s face flew open with worry. I could hear his thoughts. what had happened? What had they caught Edward and I doing? I almost laughed at the last one.

“Bella,” Carlisle opened the floor for me.

“Dad, I love you,” I started.


Charlie groaned, “Are you pregnant?”

Emmett snorted. Rosalie whacked him on the head. “What?” he held up his hands.

I blushed. “No, Dad. I am not pregnant. Far far far far from it,” I stressed. Charlie relaxed a little bit. I decided to take it a step further, “Edward and I haven’t even thought about that yet.”

Both Jasper and Emmett sniggered. Their counterparts gave them a good hit. I blushed and if possible, Edward would have been a crimson that I could never have dreamed of turning.

“This is really hard to say. I’m trying to put it delicately, but there really is no soft way to put this.”

“Then maybe you should come out and say it.” Charlie tried to not show the strain in his voice, the apprehension on his forehead, the worry in his expression.

“Okay. Dad, the Cullens are vampires.”

Charlie looked at me. Then, he looked at each and every pale, beautiful Cullen. Then, he looked at the door. “When is Ashton jumping out and screaming that I have been punked?”

“I can assure you, Chief Swan, that this is no joke,” Edward said gravely beside me.

Charlie still looked at us with doubt. I could not blame him. It was not everyday that one announced one was in love with a vampire. The next piece of news would destroy his composed facade.


“We are leaving.” I said.


“WHAT?” screamed Charlie. Yup, I was right. Charlie lost it.

“Something is coming and we need to leave,” I said.

“Bella dear, perhaps it would be better if you started from the beginning,” Esme suggested. I could tell that she was a little worried about Charlie.

I looked at my father. His face had turned a sudden color of vivid purple. The veins were bulging from his temple and neck. His eyes were large and bloodshot. I bit my lip, terrified. Charlie was no younger than Harry. I would need to be careful. Very careful.

I did as my adopted mother suggested. I started from the very beginning. Literally. I told him how I was born and how I grew up, clumsy and full of bad luck. Then I told him how my luck had changed. I had come to Forks. I got to live with my dad, who was completely awesome. I told him how I fell in love in Forks and how I had a really cool now really dead truck because of him and Forks. I told him how my life was endangered in Forks and how I had to tell him all of those horrible things to protect him. I told him how much it hurt me to leave Forks. I told him how Edward saved my life.

I told him about the birthday party and my accident. I told him about why Edward had felt that he had needed to leave. I told him about my misery, my wallowing self-pity, my completely mental absence from the world. I told him about every thing that I had done to get back at Edward for leaving me. I told him about jumping from the cliff. I told him about Alice coming while he was at the funeral and Edward calling with Jacob answering. I told him everything. I told him about the Volturi and my saving Edward. I told him about coming home, about my epiphany, about the promise of Carlisle.

I told him about Emma and her coming. I told him about her confession, her story. I told him about everything that we had done. I told him about Alaska, about Victoria coming twice to get me in the space of a week and then I told him about a sobbing Emma’s convulsions. I did not leave out a single thing. EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT EDWARD SPENT EVERY NIGHT IN MY ROOM! Just thought that I would make that clear, now.

Edward smiled at me and helped me through it all. When I finished, I thought that Charlie was have a heart attack.


“Is this some sort of cruel joke?” he managed to gasp out.

We shook our heads no.

“I’m sorry, Dad. It is not,” I said.

“And you - and him! And all of you!” he stuttered out, pointing at each of them.

“Yes,” Carlisle nodded his head.

“You’re a doctor!” he accused Carlisle.

“That I am,”

“And you don’t thirst for the ……… blood?” Charlie struggled to say the word.

“Not any more. I did, we all did, at first. But, not any more,”

“Now that is not quite true, dear.” Esme put her hand on Carlisle’s arm. To Charlie , she said, “We all are quite good at resisting the call of human blood. But no one has any match for Carlisle. He is over three-hundred fifty and he has never tasted it.”

“Is that true for all of you?”

All of the Cullen women nodded. Charlie did not notice the absence of the men folk. That was a relief.

“And you?” he asked me, “You are becoming one?”

“Yes,” I answered him.


“And you don’t want her to?” he asked Edward.

“I do, sir. But at the same time, I hate the idea with all of my soul.” Edward answered him firmly.

“I suppose you do,” Charlie muttered. “Does Renee know?”

We all shook our heads no.

“You can read my mind?” Charlie blushed a deep red, “You have always been able to know my thoughts?”

“I have sir. Yes,” Edward answered with a straight face.

“I see,” Charlie looked ashamed.

“There is no need to apologize,” Edward cut Charlie off.

My father turned an even brighter red. “Emma is a vampire as well?”

“I am, Chief Swan.”


“That explains why you would never eat.” Charlie attempted to chuckle. “Why do you have to leave?”

“There is some unknown force coming for Bella. We feel that it would be best for her and for Forks if she left before it got here.” Carlisle patiently explained.

“I see,” Charlie said even though he clearly didn’t, “Will you becoming back?”

“Of course, Dad. I love you too much to just walk up and leave,” I smiled at him.


“Will you still be human?” he whispered.

“Honestly, I don’t know, Dad. It all is going by ear, right now.” I looked at my feet.

“Don’t be sad, Bells.” Charlie said as he crossed the room to hug me, “I just want you to be happy.”

“This is me happy.” I started to cry on his shoulder.

“You don’t seem very happy,” he teased.

“Be nice,” I chided back.

“I love you, you know that, right?” He asked me, seriously, “More than anything.”

“I love you, too. You are always going to be my dad.” I whispered as I clung to him.

He held me tightly until Edward told me sorrowfully that it was time to go. Charlie looked at him in awe, regret, joy and anger. Still, he shook his hand with a smile and asked him to watch over me.

“I will,” Edward promised solemnly.

Charlie hugged Emma goodbye as well, “I suppose you are going with them,”


“I am, sir.” She smiled, “Don’t worry. I have made you all sorts of microwaveable meals. They have instructions. The CookBook for Beginners and The I Hate To Cook Book are on the counter. Don’t use them until all of the dinners are gone. There are plenty in there, so they should last a while. And, they won’t spoil. I promise that. Also, I left a few good, easy fish recipes for you and your grocery list on the fridge.”

“I’ll be fine, Emma. Have fun.” Charlie smiled.

I hugged my dad one last time, dragging out the goodbyes as long as possible. “I love you,” I told him.

“I know, Bells. I know,” he whispered back to me, “I love you, too. Be safe. Have fun and stay out of danger. Call me or e-mail me or whatever. Just stay in contact, okay?”

“Once a week, if not more.” I promised.


Charlie kissed me on my forehead. “I love you. Good bye,”

Edward took me to the car. “By, Daddy,” I used a name for him that I had not used since I was ten, “I LOVE YOU!” I screamed into the night as the Volvo and the Mercedes sped off into the night.

The last image that I had of Forks was my dad standing alone on the front porch, waving his hand good bye.