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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.

2. Chapter 2 - Saturday's Explanations

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Chapter Two - Saturday's Explanations

Slowly, I back away. Out of aversion or confusion, I am not sure.

“Izzie!” Emma reached forward and caught me as I fell back, again. “Are you all right?”

I struggled away from her iron grasp. “You’re one of them!” She let me go.

“One of what?” she tried to play it off.

“You know what!” My eyes darted around, expecting to see the Vulturi lurking, “A… a vampire,” I hissed the word. “I can tell because of your eyes,”

Reflexively, Emma reached up and touched the soft skin below her right eye, “They’re just contacts, Izzie,”

She lied. I could see clearly now her flawless beauty, her porcelain skin, large albeit dark eyes and … the dark purple circles under her eyes. Emma had not fed in a while. A long while. Her shadows were darker than Edward’s when he had left. His were nearly black. So where his eyes. Emma’s were still a bloodcurdling red. I shook my head.

“No. They are not! You are a…” I caught myself before the word slipped out a second time. What if the Vulturi were watching? They would think that I had revealed their secret to a human. A worse though permeated my brain. What if Emma was one them? One of those monsters!

“Are you one of them? Are you Vulturi?” I screamed, frantically. Where was Edward when I needed him most?

Emma stopped. She quirked her head and asked who the Vulturi where. I brittlely laughed, “Like you don’t already know!”

“No, Izzie. I don’t,”

I looked into her evil yet humane eyes. Confusion and curiosity reigned, shining brightly. She was telling the truth. I let out a breath that I did not know I was holding.

“You are telling the truth,” I stated, relieved.

“Yes, I never lied.”
I furrowed m brow. Emma looked down at the floor, sheepishly. “Maybe about the contacts, but nothing else,”

“Maybe you should start from the beginning,” I suggested.

“Emma nodded, “You’re right.”

I finished gathering my breakfast and sat at the table. Emma remained standing until I was seated. She followed suit.

“I never actually lied to you, Izzie. Just about the whole contact thing,” she impishly grinned. I nodded. That, I could understand.

“My mom really did marry a dreadful man named Marty. He beat us near senseless at least once during the week. After four years, Izzie, I could not stand it any longer. I begged and pleaded my mother, she needed to come with me. She blatantly refused and would not let me go, either. If I did, she would take away my college fund. That did not stop me. I just withdrew it all before I left. I called Renee up and asked where you were. I know now that it was a stupid thing to do, but you were really the only friend that I ever had, Izzie. Renee said that you would not mind. I just need a place to stay for a month or two. I was accepted into U-Dub (UW or University of Washington). I figured that I could crash here until dorms opened up.”

“I don’t see how you became a vampire. How long has it been?” I asked.

“Almost a month,” she said in the same calm, distant voice that she used when she announced that she had run away.

I stared at her. Edward said that the thirst after first changing was strong, almost impossible to resist. When, more importantly, what had she last eaten.

“You must be starving!” I exclaimed, trying to be tactful as I put another spoon of cereal into my moth, “What did you eat?”

“I haven’t eaten anything, Izzie. The first day, I tried to eat a bagel. It tasted like cardboard and it hurt my stomach. I ended up coughing everything out of my stomach. It hadn’t even been digested!” Emma sounded so disgusted by that fact.

I choked on my cereal. Emma was instantly behind me, beating my back. She had realized that her strength was so much stronger. It hurt really bad. The cereal came back into my mouth as tears sprang to my eyes. “Are you all right?” Emma asked me.

I nodded. “I’ll be fine,” I could already feel the bruised forming. “Continue, please. How were you changed?”

Emma closed her eyes and pictured the life-changing scene. “It was dark, almost midnight. I was in a taxi. The driver was an Irish man named Ian something. He told me to just call him Ian. Anyway, we, Ian and I, were talking about soccer. He really liked it. I never knew that much about it, but he was nice. I tried to keep him entertained. I had been riding with him for about two hours. By that time, I knew his story. He had a wife named Maria and three kids, Jamie, Lisa and Timothy. I saw their picture. They looked so happy.

“But, like I said, it was near midnight. Ian was telling me that, while soccer was an interesting subject, that I should find a hotel and spend the night. I could call another taxi in the morning. A dark shape ran out into the middle of the road. I screamed. Ian swerved the car with all of his might. We ran off road into a huge tree. We were on the edge of Yellowstone or something, Izzie, because these trees were huge and I could not see the end of them. The front windshield shattered. There was blood, everywhere. I could smell it.

“Ian was cut up and his face had slammed into the dashboard; his air bag had not gone off. I undid my seatbelt and tried to crawl up to the front seat when two strong arms wrapped around my waist. It was a man. He said in a deep, guttural voice, ‘Now what do we have here, my sweet? Izzie, I have never been so scared. It sounds ridiculous now, but then i thought for sure that he was going to rape me.”

We both shuddered. I remembered my experience in Port Angeles as she relieved her own, vivid nightmare. Emma shook her head, clearing it before she continued.

“Next, he said that I smelled sweet. ‘so, so sweet,’ he murmured. Then, he bit me. He bit me, right about my chest. Hard. Spit or something shot straight into my heart. I could actually feel and hear him suck the blood out of my body.

“I was screaming, Izzie. Screaming for him to stop, screaming for me to die. Then, I was saved,” she said softly, “By Ian, the taxi driver. He jumped onto the man and pulled him off me. ‘Run!’ he screamed. I could not stand up. I crawled as fast as I could into the bushes nearby. I heard Ian’s screams as our attacker ripped into him.

“I passed out. The last thing I remember was seeing as strong beam of light and some one screaming, ‘what are you doing?’. After that, it goes dark. I have a faint remembrance of pain, searing, hellish burning pain. I don’t know if I screamed, Izzie, but no one found me. I woke up, sometime later, dying of thirst. But that’s not the worst thing. I was sitting on the forest floor, in the exact same bloody clothes, in a beam of sunlight. And I was sparkling.”

I looked at Emma, speechless. She had gone through quite an ordeal.

“And you still haven’t eaten?” I still could not grasp that fact. Emma nodded. “Aren’t you hungry?”

“Incredibly so. But I would rather metaphorically starve myself to death before I even would consider harming another living soul.”

“Whoa,” I breathed. This was heavy. “Well, you came to the right place. I happen to know all about vampires,” I said cockily but jokingly informed her.

Emma quirked a beautifully sculpted eyebrow. “Really?’

“Yes,” I told Emma all about the Cullens. I told her Edward, Alice, James and Victoria, the Vulturi, Jacob and his pack, everything. When I finished, Emma was just as thoroughly shocked by my experiences as I was by hers.

“Wow, Izzie. That’s amazing that you are still alive after all of that,”

“So are you,” I pointed out.

Emma shrugged her shoulders noncommittally. I blushed, cursing myself for forgetting that she was only half-dead.

“Don’t worry,” Emma giggled. I relaxed. My accident did not bother her at all.

I grinned, “I can’t wait for you to meet the Cullens. They will all love you! You can come live with them, us soon,” I smiled. I had graduated the day before. That’s why the entire Cullen family was hunting, so Carlisle could fulfill his promise. I gushed on, “Living together will be marvelous. Alice will teach us both to hunt and-”

Emma silenced me with a look.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I said earlier that I refused to eat of any live being. That includes animals. I refuse to hunt. Period.” She said firmly, in a way that broke no argument.

I blinked. “Oh,” was all I could say. What was there to say? Emma needed to hunt. That much was obvious, even to a human like me. “You’ll need your strength,” I protested.

“I am strong enough, Izzie,” She tried to reassure me. It had little effect.

“No, Emma. You are not. I can tell by the sway in your step. I tired to mimic Esme’s motherly voice that she used on me whenever I frequently hurt myself.

“You’ve barely seen me walk,” she threw me a glare.

I shrugged, “Sometimes you just know,”

“So,” she defiantly folded her arms across her chest, “When will lover-lips return?”

“Lover-lips?” I blushed at her nickname for Edward. “Sunday,” I muttered.

“That long?” she sounded clearly surprised. “Well then, I guess that it’s a good thing that I showed up when I did. Someone needs to protect you from yourself and this Victoria character.” she teased, but I could hear the serious edge in her voice.

I rolled my eyes, “Why is it that all the vampires in Forks think that I need protecting?”

“Because you do,” Emma richly laughed. To my chagrin, I giggled along wit her. I washed my bowl in the sink as she made her self comfortable. “Whadda ya wanna do today?”

“Hmm,” I answered as I dried my spoon, “Charlie’s at work. How about a movie?”

“Nah, Izzie. I wanna see Forks. Show me everything!”

“But it’s sunny!” I protested.

“So? I’ve got on jeans and long sleeves. Besides,” she sniffed the air, “I smell something funny.”

She had my full attention, “Funny how?”

“I dunno. Just funny. It’s distantly familiar yet still completely new.”

“Maybe we should leave. I need to change. I’ll be right back.”

I stripped off my sweat pants and holey tee-shirt, replacing it with blue jeans and a red shirt. I did not even glance in the mirror. I ran a brush through my hair and pulled it up in a pony tail. I was on my way to the bathroom when Emma’s frantic voice called to me. I sprinted down the stairs.

“Get your keys,” she hissed.

As I picked up my keys, Emma picked me up and ran outside to my truck. It was so fast that I did not even have time to feel nauseous. I was in the passenger seat and Emma was driving. We were out of the driveway and on the next street in seconds.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, horrified

“The smell, it got stronger. Much more potent. I guess that I am being paranoid, Izzie, but I felt like we needed to get out of your house,”

Emma refused to say any more on the subject. Eventually, we switched positions. I drove with my friend as she plastered her face to the window. I pointed out every thing of remote interest and then some. I regaled her of stories and talked about the people of the town. Emma was a fantastic listener. Everything amazed her. Next, she wanted to go see Port Angeles.

That night, when Charlie came home, I explained who Emma was and why she was in Forks. Naturally, I left out the part about her being a vampire. There were some things that a father could not know…

Charlie welcomed her with open arms. I could tell that he had been originally hesitant, but when I sat that Marty had beat her, his attitude changed completely. As far as he was concerned, Emma could stay as long as she needed.

As we pulled the inflatable mattress into my room, I asked Emma about the smell. She was hesitant to be truthful, but I finally worked it out of her.

“It has become fainter,” she said resignedly, “Whatever it was, it is backing off."

“That’s good, right?” I asked, seeking reassurance. Emma gave me none.

“I’m not sure. I’m new at this whole thing.”

The smell lingered for two days.