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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.

18. Chapter 18 - Kentucky

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Chapter Eighteen - Kentucky

While I had drug out my goodbyes with Charlie, the rest of the Cullens, minus Edward, who had entrusted his packing to Esme, had gone to pack their belongings. They had already decided on going to Nicholasville, Kentucky. It was sunny there, most of the time. But, they owned a large horse farm with a shaded house in the middle of the land. The nearest stable was a mile off.

I liked the location. I mean, come on, who would look for us in Kentucky?

I slept on the car ride to the house. Emma had taken shotgun so I could stretch out in the back. When I woke up, it was after noon and we were still a few hours off. I lie down, content to listening to the jazz music that wafted from the surround sound speakers.

Charlie had taken the news well. Much better than expected. Of course he had. Alice had seen him. I would follow up on the promise that I made him. Weekly conversations at least, if not more. It surprised me how much I was not ready to let Charlie go. I thought that I was, but when it came down to it, I was not.

It was a little after seven when we arrived. It was just as big as the house in Forks. This one was open and airy. Almost the entire bottom floor was paneled in glass. The Cullens all gave off a faint glow. They were breath taking.

Behind the house, not forty feet off, was a small wood. Carlisle said that there were animals in it. Emmett grumbled about how they were all tame. They were, but they would do for now.

“Don’t unpack. We are just here for a short while until we come up with somewhere better to go,” Carlisle had told us all.

Now, I lay on the bed in Edward’s and my room. My angel lay beside me, holding me tightly. His cool breath brushed up against my ear, making my skin tingle every time. I snuggled down, deeper into his stone chest. I felt safe and secure, now in his arms. Nothing was going to scare me.

It was a particularly cloudy day that day, a week after we had left Forks. Alice, Rosalie and Esme had gone shopping several hours before. I had thought it odd that the did not demand Emma’s and my presence. I did not broach the subject, more than content to pass it on. Edward was in the middle of telling me how much he loved me when Emma bounded in. I through her a pitiful version of a death glare. How could I be angry when my angel held me?

She did not see it, “Izzie! Edward,” she smiled seductively.

“What adventure do you want to go on now, Emma?” I rolled my eyes.

“It is going to rain, Alice said. So, can we go ride the ponies?” she blinked sweetly, mimicking a child.

“For the last time, they are thoroughbred racing horses, NOT PONIES!” Carlisle’s voice boomed throughout the entire house.

“Whatever. Please?” Emma clasped her hands together and waited impatiently, like a child.

“Do you want to go ride the ponies?” Edward asked me.


Horse riding. I could not contain my excitement. I had wanted to ride one of them ever since we had arrived. I was just afraid to ask. Emma, apparently, had had the same itch as I and decided to do something about it.

I bobbed my head up and down in excitement. Edward chuckled. To Emma, he said, “All right. We’ll meet you down stairs in say, five minutes?”

“Okey dokey!” Emma squealed and darted out of the room.

“You should probably change,” Edward told me as he saw my knee-length skirt.

I blushed. “I probably should. I stood. “Turn around,” I ordered.

“Do I have to?” Edward whined.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I said sarcastically.

I waited until his eyes were closed. Then, I shrugged off the skirt and pulled on shorts and a thinner shirt. Kentucky was actually hot, where as in Forks, we would be having a mild wave of heat, maybe sixty degrees, give or take. It was ninety-three right now, and that was with the gray sky and looming storm.

Emma, was waiting for us downstairs along with Jasper, Emmett and Carlisle.

“Are you all ready?” she grinned up at me.

“Where are the girls?” Edward asked.

“Shopping,” Carlisle grimaced.

Emmett laughed, “What else?”

Jasper nodded emphatically beside him. Edward laughed behind me.

“I guess that we have everybody then.” he said.

“Let’s go to the stables.” Carlisle opened the front door.

“Yea!” Emma squealed in excitement.

We walked fast to the stables. Correction, the Cullens walked and I was dragged by an ecstatic Emma who skipped the entire mile there. It only took a few minutes. We had to slow down when we became visible to anyone in the stable. Carlisle did not think that anyone was working there today, but he had not thought about the schedule in for some time.

Inside the unlocked stables, the smell of hay and excrement was powerful. It smelled exactly like horses. The vampires, I believed, stopped breathing. Human me, I did not have that option.

“What ones are we allowed to ride, Carlisle?” Emma asked reverently.

“I don’t know, truthfully. I would say whichever ones are not afraid of us,” Carlisle said slowly.

“Can I ride the black one?” Emma pointed to the one at the far end of the stable.

“You are not allowed to ride any of them! These are privately owned horses,” a nasal voice said from behind us.

We all whipped around. In the doorway of the barn, three men stood. One was older, with a beer belly, bald head and a hooked nose. Two teenagers flanked his either side. One was short, with blonde hair and the other was obscenely tall, taller than Jacob even. He had curly black hair and looked at us suspiciously. They all had horse like faces.

The man in the middle squinted his beady eyes at us, “Dr. Cullen?” His voice was deep and jolly; it was not him that had addressed us earlier.

“Mr. Scipes! How good to see you!” Carlisle exclaimed as he walked over to shake the older looking man’s hand.

“We were not expecting you, Dr. Cullen! But, it is good to have you back. How is Mrs. Cullen?”

“She is doing just fine, Mr. Scipes.”

“Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. As you can see, we have taken excellent care your animals. Fine beasts, they are. Best of the best. RunLikeYouStoleSomething here is a good shot for the Triple Crown next year. Old Charger did fairly well this year.”

Carlisle nodded like he understood what the man was saying. The two teens looked at us warily. At least their human instincts were intact. Emma and Edward started to talk behind my back. I did not want to know what about, though.

“I see we have a few new members to the family.” Scipes said when he saw Emma and I, “Twins?”

Emma and I shared a glance. “Sure,” I whispered to him.

“What are your names, little ladies?” his loud voice boomed.

“Bella and Emma Swan,” Emma answered, biting her lower lip.

“Lovely names, lovely.” Scipes grinned to Carlisle, “I assume that you are here to ride your excellent animals.”

Carlisle nodded.

“Which ones would you fine folks like to ride?” Scipes asked as he clapped his hands together.

I was in front of a white mare with dark eyes. She was beautiful. I immediately claimed her as my own.

“A wonderful choice, Miss Bella. This is Lucy,” Scipes smiled at me.

I blushed. “Lucy,” I whispered. Lucy’s head perked up. She took a step foreword. I ran my hand up and down her soft, warm head.

Edward found a dapple gray mare named Noissette. Emmett took the largest one named Splotch as Jasper saddled a honey colored horse named Buckwheat or Buck, for short. Carlisle walked up and saddled a horse that looked to have recognized him.

“That’s Eternally Alive,” Edward whispered in my hear.

My skin tingled. Eternally Alive. It was an appropriate name for the head of the Cullen family’s animal. Eternally Alive was dark brown with green eyes. I remarked that I had never seen a horse with green eyes. Mr. Scipes told me that it was rare, but possible. Eternally Alive was abnormally fast. He would have easily taken the Triple Crown when he broke his ankle. He could not race, but Carlisle, loving the horse dearly, refused to have him put down.

“Can I ride this one?” Emma pointed to a black stallion in the far corner.

“I don’t think that that is a good idea,” the black haired teen said slowly.

“She will be fine. That is Mordred, Miss Emma.” Scipes said to Emma.

“From the Arthurian legends?” Emma asked, curious.

Scipes bobbed his bald head, “Quite the scholar, you are. Be careful, though. He can have a right beastly temper.”

“Just like the real Mordred,” Emma breathed.

The two hands looked very tense. They reluctantly saddled Mordred and then helped an oblivious Emma into the saddle. She smiled and rode the horse out of the stable.

Edward rode beside me as I clutched loosely on Lucy’s leather reins. Edward, my darling angel, had promised to go slow with me. AT fist, I thought that he was afraid that I would fall off. I wanted him to have a good time and he would not if he was afraid for my safety. I knew that I would fall from my saddle. Back in Tennenbark, we ahd gone horse back riding all of the time. Renee was an expert equestrian. She had hoped that her prowess would carry over to me.

I was, to a certain extent. I could ride a horse fairly well. Competition, however, was out of the question.

I nudged Lucy’s sides. She took off at a brisk trot. I smiled and laughed as the wind rushed past my face and through my untamed hair. Emma came up beside me. we shared a quick high-five before she cantered off.

That was when I realized that I had lost my Edward. I brought Lucy to a gentle walk looked around wildly. He and Noissette were still walking always off.

I rode back to my angel.

“Hey,” I smiled.

“Why did you come back? You looked like you were having fun.” Edward said.

“I was. “I shrugged, “it would be even more fun if you would come with me,”

Edward gave me an uncomfortable grin. I thought about it. Giddiness swept over me. I laughed loudly as I realized his predicament.

“You can’t ride?” I giggled loudly.

Edward looked at me sourly, “I can ride. Just… not well.”

“It is not that hard,” I chuckled.

“For you, maybe not.” he snapped.

I rolled my eyes, “Do we need to come back so I can teach you?”

“Why not now?”

“Would you care to admit that you can’t do something in front of your brothers?” I teased.

He gave me a look. “You are right. Later,”

Just then, a clap of thunder crackled loudly. Lightning danced across the dark sky and it thundered again.

“We need to get the horses into shelter!” Carlisle shouted.

We all nodded and turned to go to the stables. It lightning again. Splotch reared, throwing an unexpecting Emmett onto the ground. The large stallion galloped off, as fast as his sturdy legs could carry him. I turned to help.

Carlisle’s commanding voice stopped me. “Get Lucy inside, Bella! Jasper and I will take Splotch!”

I nodded and nudged a frightened Lucy. On rocky legs, she slowly walked, pondering each step. Lightning flashed again. I did not have time for that. I nudged Lucy with considerably more force. She finally got it in her head that we needed to move. She walked into the stable. The hands set upon us immediately. On helped me down while the other unsaddled Lucy. He took her to her stall and began to brush her down.

Edward went over to help. I decided to help bring the horses in. It was starting to rain, now. Emmett was ambling in, rain drops covering his clothes. Emma was walking, leading a terrifyingly calm Mordred. When the thunder boomed louder than ever, every other horse went berserk. Mordred did not even blink an eye. I furrowed my eyes, puzzled.

Emma took Mordred to his stall. She unsaddled him and hung it up on its tack. Then, she went to brushing him and feeding him. I went to help her. I poured the feed into all of the horses’ troughs. By this time, Emma had thoroughly rubbed Mordred down and was draping a thick blanket over him.

“There you go, boy.” She gave his nose a pat.

Carlisle came in on Eternally Awake. Jasper followed, leading both Buck and Splotch by the reins. As he dismounted, Carlisle addressed Scipes, “Do you need our help?”

Scipes shook his head no. “We will be just fine. You best make a run for the house if you want to get there before the heart of the storm comes.”

“The heart of the storm?” I asked.

Scipes gave me a grim look, “Yes. Storms in Kentucky can be quite brutal sometimes.”

Carlisle said to us all, “Then we best hurry. Come along children.”

As soon as we were out of sight, we ran full speed back to the house. Edward ran so fast that I was not hit by a drop of rain. He set my on the porch with my favorite crooked grin.

“Did you have fun with the ponies?” he asked me.

I smiled and nodded.

“For the last time, they are NOT ponies. They are full grown damn horses,” Carlisle snapped.

“Carlisle does love his ponies,” Edward whispered loudly to me as his father walked into the house.

Carlisle snarled.

I giggled. “Does Carlisle collect horses?”

Edward nodded, “He loves them the way Esme loves her houses and Rosalie and I love our cars.”

“Oh,” I grinned as I walked into the house.

We all settled into the great room on the second floor. That was were Edward’s piano was along with the many family gaming systems. Edward put in a Debussy c.d. and sat at his piano. Emmett and Jasper quickly started up a game on the XBox, and started muttering in incoherent voices. I sat next to Edward and put my head on his shoulder. It made me happy to see him so happy. Emma sat in front of the television, which was also an imported one from Korea, and watched Jasper and Emmett’s game.

Edward was listening to Debussy’s Clair de Lune. He smiled softly as his hands trailed up and down the keys of the piano. Not once did he press a key. He would not dream of interrupting the music that was playing. Emma was not so enthralled as Edward and I.

“Booorrrrriiinnnng,” she sang out, her dark voice clashing with the soft tones of the music.

Edward’s hand hit the piano keys hard, further disturbing the ambiance. He glared at Emma.

“What?” she shrugged, “I can’t help it if you have bad taste in music. But, I can help it by making sure that the rest of us don’t have to listen to it.”

“I have an educated and refined taste in music.” retorted my angel.

“Didn’t you go to school in like the stone age or something? Your definition of refined and educated it making fire and grunting for a language.” she responded.


“What? It is the truth,” she blinked.

“It is not!”

“Well, you are like epic old, aren’t you?”

“If I am epically old, what is Carlisle?”

“How old is Carlisle?”

“Older than I am.”

“Oh. Well, he carries the years better.”

“Excuse me?”

“Are you deaf or something?”

“How did you get deaf out of excuse me?’

“You keep asking me to repeat myself. Are you hard of hearing? Do I need to speak up?”

“You are so annoying!”

“Your point?”

“That was the point.”

“That wasn’t a very good point.”

“Shut up.”

“My my. I don’t think that I have ever heard you get angry.”

“I’m not angry!”

“Then what are you? Hormonal?”

Emmett, who was sitting on the sofa play XBox with Jasper lost it. I mean, lost it. He was on the floor, he was laughing so hard. Jasper was not in a better state. They both were sobbing from mirth, having fits from Emma and Edward’s friendly bickering, and more important, from her last question.

“Hormonal?” Emmett gasped.

“He is!” Jasper quipped.

“I am not!” Edward stood up and put his hands on his hips.

“Yes! You are!” Emmett howled.

Edward smacked Emmett hard. “I am not!”

“You’re gonna turn this into a fight, are you?” Emmett growled.

He suddenly leapt onto Edward. Emma scrambled to stand on the piano bench. We watched the two boys roll around on the floor and wrestle. Jasper jumped on to the two and dove head first in. All Emma and I could do was watch as they played.

From the door way, Carlisle chuckled and shook his head, “Boys will be boys I suppose.”

The smirk was wiped from his face as Emmett jumped on his and drug him onto the fun and games brawl.

The next day, I took Edward out to ride the horses. The two teens were in the stables, talking quietly.

“Vampires. They could hurt us,” the blonde said.

“I know. Did you see the one with red still in her eyes? She rode my horse! She rode me!” the black haired one snarled.

His friend nodded, “I do not think that she knew. If she had, she would not have touched you, Mordred.”

“I know. I think that that is what bothers me most,” Mordred said.

Mordred walked over to the black horse, also named Mordred. He put his hand on his snout and rested his forehead against the horse’s. My eyes widened as I watched the human Mordred’s form start to shake and shift, until he melted into the horse. The horse grew in size and shape. It’s mane went from a soft gray to a coal black. The weirdest part was, I could swear I saw a horn shimmer up into the air. I blinked and it was gone. I must have been imagining it.

The blonde walked over to the honey horse that Jasper was riding yesterday and did the exact same thing. I gasped. They did not seem to hear.

To my surprise, Edward picked me up. Throwing me over his shoulder, he ran back to the house. It took all of ten seconds. He blasted through the front door and all the way up to Carlisle’s study.

“Did you know that we have unicorns in the stable?” he asked his father, who looked up, slightly startled at our sudden entrance.

“Yes, I did. unicorns are not immortal, though they live very long lives. They seemed like the perfect people to employ at the time,” Carlisle said softly.

“But they know that we are vampires!” protested Edward.

“Yes. I was the one who told Scipes, their leader.”

“And you never thought to tell us?” Edward asked, a little hurt.

“I thought you all knew. It was perfectly obvious to me.”

Edward put me down off of his back and thought about it. I could see the wheels turning in his hidden mind. “You are right,” he said at last, “But, hearing their conversation threw me off kilter. I did not expect to meet unicorns in Kentucky.”

“Bella did not expect to meet vampires in Washington, son.”

“How many different types of mythological creatures are there?” I asked, more than a little freaked out by the whole thing.

“There are vampires, angels, unicorns, werewolves, mermaids, and humans.” Carlisle answered. “I am sorry, Bella. I forget that this is all new to you.”

“Wait.” I held up my hand, “Does this mean that over half of the world’s population is all legendary species?”

Carlisle laughed at my question, “No no, Bella. We take up about two percent of the total population. There really are not that many of us. We just keep coming in contact with each other. We feel safe among the more advanced.”

“That is so weird,” I mumbled.

Carlisle laughed, “Yes. It is. Where we go next, will not have any one else besides us.”

“Where are we going?” Edward asked.

Carlisle shook his head, “I am not telling.”

“You are blocking you thoughts!” Edward accused.

His father smirked, “I know.”

“Come on, Edward,” I pulled uselessly on his arm, “Let’s go back to the stables. You can handle the big scary unicorns can’t you?”

“They are not big and scary unicorns,” Edward growled, “They are little babies that I could snap with my fingers.”

“Just because you are on the more powerful end of the scale does not mean that you should abuse it, Edward.” Carlisle warned.

Edward shot his father a baleful look before following me out of the door.

“What scale?” I asked outside.

“There really is no scale. That was just Carlisle’s way of saying that unicorns are naturally weaker and vulnerable to vampires and that I should not try to purposely intimidate them.” he explained as he took my hand and pressed it to his cold lips.

“It is so weird. I never realized that there were so many different types of species. It slightly creeps me out to think that unicorns and angels are just as real as vampires and werewolves.” I shuddered.

“You forgot mermaids,” Edward teased.

I glared at him, though he had done nothing wrong, “I never liked mermaids. In mythology especially. They seem like they are good for nothing.”

“They are. All they do is take up space and precious oxygen.” Edward agreed.

I laughed, “How many unicorns left are there?”

“Not many. Less than fifty, I think. They live in herds, like sheep and cows.”

“How come there are so few?” I asked.

“Vampires and werewolves slaughter them by the hundreds. They are easy prey yet provide a little bit of a challenge. There are some vampires who choose only to drink the blood of other mythological characters. They feed predominately of unicorns and mermaids.” Edward did not look like he was happy to be explaining all of this to me.

“Not werewolves?” I asked, cautiously.

He shook his head. “Werewolves are really the only danger. They are they only beasts that can hurt a vampire. The rest might give us a scratch or two, but nothing life threatening.”

“That’s good,” I said. He draped his arm over me. I liked the thought of Edward being eternally the strongest race. Nothing posed a threat to him save a werewolf. Instinct told them to stay away. So, for eternity, my Edward was safe.

Edward turned out to be a better rider than he lead me to believe. He had the basics down. I just gave him some helpful pointers. Before he knew it, he was cantering by my side. We came to the top of the hill. He leaned over and kissed me soundly. I was barely able to control myself as I responded.

When he pulled up, I smiled. Yes, it was definitely better to be the top.