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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.

21. Chapter 21 - Dammit Emmett! This is an Incognito Thing!

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Chapter Twenty - One - Dammit Emmett! This is an incognito thing!

“What do you mean gone?” Rosalie gasped out.

Alice burst into tearless sobs. Jasper tried to send waves of calm throughout the room. They had no effect. Not on Carlisle, not on Alice, Rosalie, I or Edward.

“Who is Andromeda?” Edward asked.

“Some one who I had long forgotten about.” Carlisle answered.

“What the hell is going on?” Bran yelled from beneath the brown couch.

“Bran!” Emma yelled.

She forgot the rules. She forgot the regulations. She forgot that they were human. She forgot that she was a vampire. She forgot that it was secret. She forgot that they did not know. All she knew was that her brother needed help.

She ran to him and lifted the couch off of him with one hand, helping him up with the other. “Are you all right?”

Brandon did not take her hand. He scrambled back, his eyes were wide in terror. “What are you?” he whispered, terrified.

“Bran, I-”

“Get away from him!” Charlatty shrieked at her only daughter.

Emma stopped moving to her brother. She looked back at the rest of us. I was the only one watching. Every one else was still focusing on getting Esme back. Emma was listening with one ear.

“Where will this Andromeda Nightshade take her?” she asked.

“When I knew her, she was living in St. Augustine, Georgia.” Carlisle’s shoulders wracked. Alice and Rosalie were draped over him, trying with no avail to console the broken man.

“It will take her a little while to get there. Maybe we can get to Esme before she gets there.” Emma suggested.

“She won’t keep Esme alive. She only took her to get back at me.”

“Why?” Emmett asked.

“I knew Elizabeth Andromeda Turner at the beginning of the nineteenth century. Her blood called to me much like the way Bella’s calls to you, Edward, though it lacked the intensity that you have. I could not bear to keep away from the human who I was intent on killing. Andromeda was smarter than II originally gave her credit for. She told me that she never wanted to see me again.

“Knowing that if I stayed I would kill her, I chose to leave. I soon let her slip from my mind. I knew that I did not love her, I just wanted her. Twenty years later, she found me. We were both living in St. Augustine, Georgia. Apparently, she had an ancestral home there that she was living in. She had been turned into a vampire and was ready for me to love here. I did not love her and rebuked her attempts to make me do several times. Eventually, I left.

“She had found me once, ten years after that. She had changed, grown darker and joined the Nightshade coven. She loved me and I did not love her, so I left. This time, she swore that she would take revenge. This was 1830 and I did not pay her any heed. I foolishly forgot about her. And now, a hundred and seventy-seven years later, she has come back.” Carlisle lowly explained.

“She might keep Esme alive. It would take time to kill her.” Jasper said. “Esme won’t go down with out a fight. We can stop her.”

“We will,” Emma said firmly. “Let’s go.”

We all ran outside to the cars. Carlisle was in no shape to drive, so Jasper took his Mercedes. As we peeled out of the trailer park, I saw Brandon and Charlatty watching from their door. I banished them from my mind. They were not going to be any help.

The ride going down had gone by agonsizingly slow. We were all terrified for Esme. What would Andromeda do to her? She sounded a lot like Victoria.

“One of those physco bithces bent on revenge for a pathetic teeny slight.” Alice muttered to me.

I nodded. Carlisle had truly done nothing wrong. In fact, he had acquiesced to her original wishes. It was her fault for being flip floppy on her wants. Edward chuckled then glared at us. Carlisle was with us. His head was bent in agony; his thoughts were solely on Esme. I knew how he felt. I prayed that we could find Andromeda and save Esme.

I had felt like he had felt whenever I learned that Edward was trying to kill himself. Was this what Edward felt whenever he first heard that I had run off to meet James alone? I shuddered and hoped not, though I knew that he had. Love could cause a person a lot of pain.

“I do not get it,” Alice whispered to me, “I thought that Emma felt Andromeda coming for you,”

I shrugged, “I did too,”

“Emma did not feel Andromeda coming,” Carlisle whispered gruffly.

“What were her episodes then?” Alice asked kindly with a hint on annoyance.

“There are seven in the Nightshade coven. Ewan Nightshade, their leader, is just as old as I am; I beat him barely by a few years. His power is pyrokenesis. Then, Andromeda has the obvious gift of shape-shifting. There is only one other in the clan that is gifted. His name is Callen.

“Callen is different in many ways. The most prominent and the only way that effects us is that he influences the mind. His gift revolves around invading the mind, planting suggestions and ideas, and then controlling you to a certain extent in to carrying out his wishes. That is most likely why Emma came to you, Bella. With out realizing it, she was doing the wants of Callen.”

“Why use Emma?” I asked.

“Because, he could not use you. I reason that if you are immune to other mind assaults, Callen’s power would be no different.” Carlisle said stiffly, his head in his hands.

“Why not just use one of us?” Alice asked.

Edward said, “I would be able to recognize thoughts that were not your own. Thoughts have a very distinct sound,”

“I suppose that that makes sense,” Alice said.

“Poor Emma. She will feel horrible when she finds out.” I whispered as I shook in Alice’s arms.

Edward gave me a sorrowful but determined look, “She will not know. We simply won’t tell her.”


Edward nodded. “It does not matter, any way. Not now. She is family.”

I leaned back, relieved.

It should have taken twenty-four hours at least for a vampire to get to St. Augustine. It took Emma’s zippy little car reached it in eighteen. She waited for the rest of for an hour and a half on the off ramp, just outside of the town.

“Lead the way, Carlisle,” Emma beckoned from her window.

Edward was driving a quiet Carlisle. He took the lead, and Emma filed in second. My blue Audi was next and then Rosalie’s BMW followed by Carlisle’s Mercedes. Carlisle directed us to a manor of a house in the middle of the town. It had thick stone walls and an advanced looking security system.

Esme’s smell lingered in the rising morning air. Even I, the human, could smell it. I shuddered.

“We have to hurry and get inside. The sun will give us away.” Edward said.

“What is the plan?” I asked, “This place is huge! Esme could be any where!”

“You are not coming!” Edward thundered! “It is far to dangerous! We don’t know what will provoke this woman and I will not have you anywhere near her! She will use you as bait, for all you know.”

“I am not letting you go in there alone!”

“I won’t be alone! We can go in in twos.” Edward suggested to his family. “One gifted person per group. It will be Carlisle and I, Jasper and Rosalie, Emmett and Alice, Emma and-”

“Me. It only makes sense. That way, we will be even.” I said with a pointed calm.

“No!” Edward yelled.

“How about this? We lock Bella in her trunk. Then, I will go with you and Carlisle, and it can be Emma and Emmett.” Alice suggested.

“She could die in the trunk!” Edward protested.

“She can get out if you just lock her in the car.” Alice reminded him.

“Good point.”

“I know.”

“Fine. Sorry, Bella.” Edward apologized.

“What? Edward! NO!” I screamed as he picked me up. Alice popped my trunk. He put a struggling me inside gently and shut the lid.

I was surrounded by inky darkness. I could see nothing. I never really understood or believed the saying that you can’t see your hand in front of your face. In the lonely, hot trunk of my Audi, I could not even make out the floor or the top of the trunk. No light came in.

I heard muffled voices and then, silence. They were gone. They had left me. I could not believed them. I cursed each and every single one of them. How could they? I understood that Edward was just trying to keep me safe. But, I was still far past the line of being pissed. He had taken this issue of my security and safety to a new extreme. A way too far extreme.

Minutes passed. To my shock, I heard a key turn in the lock. I was blinded as the trunk lid opened and sun light poured down over me.

“Emma? Emmett?” I gasped.

“Sssh,” Emma put her cold finger to my lips. “Edward might be listening.”

“It would be like him to do that,” I muttered.

“That is why Alice went in his group. She would be the one most likely to spring you from here.” Emma said. “Hop on,”

I jumped lithely onto her slender frame. “I don’t understand. How did you get the keys?”

“Alice slipped them to us when Edward wasn’t looking,” Emmett replied as he shut the trunk and locked it.

We were off. Emma and Emmett bound over the tall stone walls with one leap. We landed on the ground with out any noise. The grass sprang up to wear it had been as soon as they took a step.

Emmett lead. He found a tall tree that he quickly climbed. The sun was rising. His skin glittered in the early morning light. I clutched onto Emma tightly as she sprang up behind him. He wasted no time in breaking a window to get in.

“We are supposed to be incognito!” Emma hissed.

“How was I supposed to pick the inside lock on a window?” he snapped.

“Good point.” Emma agreed and leapt through the window.

We were in a small study like chamber. It was dimly lit. The only light coming in from it was the broken window. Emmett was at the door, his ear pressed to it. His face contorted in concentration. Fear rushed through me. What if some one found us. I wanted to scream and shake. I took in several deep, silent breaths. I forced myself to remain calm. If I freaked out now, they would most likely take me back to the truck. I mentally shuddered. I would not be going back there.

“We are clear,” he whispered and darted out.

It took less than a second for us to be out of the room and at the opposite end of the hallway. We, meaning they, sprinted down the hallway then up a flight of stairs. Esme’s smell was getting stronger. Oddly, Emmett went one way and Emma another.

“Why did we split up?” I whispered.

“He went the wrong way!” Emma said.

“How do you know?”

“I don’t. But, I could smell Esme, Carlisle and Rosalie down that hallway. If everybody has looked there, then why research it?” she reasoned.

“Oh,” That made sense. “What if no one came down this way for a reason? Like it dead ended or maybe this is where Andromeda is.”

Emma stopped, “I didn’t think about that.”

“I guessed.” I snapped.

“Well, what if the way that every body else went was a trap and this is the safe way?” she asked.

I paled. “Then we need to go back and check! If the others are caught, we need to help them.”

“How would we do that? I say, we keep going this way and hope that it leads us to Esme.”

“I don’t like that.” I said.

“I am running.” Emma retorted and took off running again.

She was going just as fast as that day that seemed so long ago. Then, it had been in the name of fun. Now, it was because we were in yet another life-threatening situation. Did all vampires have adventures like this, or was it just us, I wondered.

We kept running. We took two rights and then a left. Emma skidded to a halt. We were in front of a large door. She pressed her ear to the side of the door. She was listening.

You did not need enhanced vampire hearing to hear the rippling peals of laughter that sounded so pure, so innocent, so deathly evil that echoed down the hall.

“Well, well well. What do we have hear?” the same beautiful voice asked.