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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.

25. Chapter 25 - Chapter One

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(This is the first little bit of Nightmare, only from Bella’s POV)

Emma bound into the living room. “Look what just arrived!” she sang.

I turned from my spot between Rosalie and Emmett. We were playing a video game. I was losing miserably. I defended myself by saying that it was just because I had never played before and no one had taken the time to explain it to me.

“Whoa!” Emmett whistled.

Emma decided after having golden eyes for two weeks that they were not for her. The idea of changing her hunting habits had not entered her mind and we did not suggest it to her. We did not want to give her any ideas. So, she had gone to pharmacy and ordered tinted contacts. I stared into her now light violet eyes with flashes of gold. They were actually quite pretty.

“I like them. They are pretty,” I said, holding the controller.

She smiled. “Thanks. I like them too,”

“They are rather unusual.” Rosalie said.

“I know. But so are golden eyes,” Emma shrugged, “What’cha doing?”

“Failing miserably,” I answered in disgust.

She grinned, not really paying attention, “Good for you,”

I groaned and rolled my eyes. Emma, oblivious as ever, did not notice. She started humming happily and walked up the stairs. The guest room had turned into Emma’s room. I listened as the floor boards creak and her door shut quietly. Seconds later, rock music filled the house.

I had never been partial to it until Emma had come. But, it had really started to grow on me. Emmett loved it almost as much as he loved country.

“I love this song!” he yelled.

“We know. You say that every time it comes on the radio,” Rosalie said lightly.

It was a really good song. Rockstar, by Nickelback. Who did not like Nickelback? Edward. That was who did not like Nickelback. He never said that he disliked them, but it was slightly obvious. That fact was reaffirmed when banging on Emma’s door was heard seconds later.

“Turn that down!” my angel’s shouted above the loud music.

“I can’t hear you! The music is too loud!” Emma cajoled back.

That was one thing that bamboozled me. Emma and Edward loved to fight. Not wrestling fist fight matches like Emmett and Jasper, but more like yelling fighting. When Rosalie and Edward fought, it was like sibling verbal sparring matches. Emma annoyed Edward just for the sake of it. She told me that it reminded her of someone, but she could not remember who. Edward, would never back down from a challenge and was determined to beat Emma with big words and long winded speeches. Most of his speeches and quotes would make a wonderful point, until Emma would either pretend like she was confused or smack him because he was being an idiot. At first, I had thought that they were flirting. After consulting Alice who assured me that she saw no feelings or actions in the future for either one of them, I enjoyed the entertainment along with the family.

Carlisle and Esme were due home soon. For their second honeymoon, they had enjoyed a ten day carnival cruise in Alaska. They promised to take lots of pictures of the scenery. Like it mattered. We would be moving up to Alaska in a few weeks, the day after the wedding. There, the Cullens would change me. More specifically, my brand new husband would change me.

A thought struck me. I stood and, leaving Rosalie and Emmett to their game, I walked up the stairs to Edward's room. He was still banging on Emma’s door. When I put my hand on his arm, he stopped and looked at me.

“We need to talk.” I said, “Some where private,”

His face fell. Fearfully, he pulled me over his shoulder and took off running. We ran, the wind whipping my face, until we reached our meadow.

“We should have some privacy here,” he said softly as he set me down.

I nodded, “Good. I wanted to talk to you about the wedding,” I whispered.

His downcast face whipped around to meet my eyes, “What about it?”

“I want you to change me…” I trailed off.

He nodded, “That is the only reason why you are marrying me, isn’t it?”

I was hurt that he thought so little of our engagement. “NO!” I shrieked, infuriated, “I want to marry you because I love you and want to be with you for all eternity! I just want to remember my wedding,”

His auburn brows furrowed, “Please feel free to explain that,”

“You said that most of your human memories fade after you are a vampire. I want to remember my wedding, Edward.” I whispered.

“You will remember it, Bella. You remember all of the vampires that you come in contact with as well as other creatures. We stay in your memory,”

“I am sure that that is true…” I stopped, not knowing how to voice my doubts.

“Bella, whenever I place that ring on your finger, I want to hear your heart beating erratically. I need to hear it,” he told me just as softly.

I turned my head down to face the ground. One tear escaped, then another. “Are you sure that I will remember our wedding?”

He walked up and gently wiped the tears away, “I promise.”


“A hundred and ten percent sure. Would I lie to you?”

The way he said it was hysterical. I laughed. “No,” I hiccuped.

He smiled my favorite crooked grin, “See? No worries,”

I did forget all of my worries as he closed the space between us. All cognizant thought left my head as his cold lips covered my warm ones.

We were walking down the gravel path. Emmett had wanted to go hiking. It was especially sunny that day and deep within the woods would be a good place to be. We had gone all up and down the coast, staying within the hiding veil of the tree leaves. Now, we walked back to the Cullen mansion.

Esme and Carlisle had just recently returned form the ten day cruise in Alaska. It was their second honey moon. Esme had been a beautiful bride. I felt so honored to be able to take part in her ceremony.

I looked down at the ring that Edward had given me. It was beautiful, too much for my finger. For any finger, really. Even Emma’s. Emma now wore the ring that Logan gave her around her neck. Alice and I had made the mistake of discussing it in her room. The entire household had heard. Now, she did not hide it. She also refused to talk about it.

Edward took my hand in his. It no longer felt cold or hard. Now, it felt like what a hand should feel like. He brushed his soft lips against my head.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you even more, Mr. Cullen.” I smiled at him.

“Not as much as I love you, Mrs. Cullen.” he growled fiercely.

“Almost Mrs. Cullen.” I reminded him.

“Just a few weeks separate you from that title. It is a small and trivial amount of time. We can just call you Mrs. Cullen,” Edward playfully said.

“Maybe we can,” I said hoping to keep the hesitiance out of my voice.

Truth be told, I still needed those few precious weeks. I wanted Edward to be my husband more than anything in the whole world. I wanted to be by his side forever as his wife. But, the unreasonable fear in my stomach told me that I still needed those few weeks as Miss Isabella Marie Swan before I would be ready to take on a new name. A new name that would replace my old one. The old one that I would forget in the time span of a few years.

A loud scream made us all stop. We looked at each other before running to the source. Writhing on the ground was a man. Not just any many. I had never seen him before. But, he had one thing in common with us. He was becoming a vampire.

We listened to his screams for the most part of two days. This was the first time that I had ever heard some one being changed. His screams cut through me worse than knives. He was experiencing the hellish pain that I was so desperately craving. That pain would signal the start of my eternity with Edward. I wondered what his would signal. I knew that I wanted to feel this pain; he had not.

“Who could have changed him?” I asked Edward one night.

His golden eyes darkened. “I do not know.”

“That is troubling,” I gulped out, very worried.

Edward pulled me closer, “Do not worry, Bella. I will keep you safe.”

“It is not me that I am worried about. I have a house full of vampires to protect me. It is everyone else in Forks that has no idea that there is a rogue vampire out there, killing or changing people.” I shuddered.

“We do not know that this vampire is killing people. We only found one boy being changed,” Rosalie said, sitting down on the other couch. I shrugged. She had a point.

“There still is the threat of another vampire. We do not know it’s choice of food,” Jasper said, his arms crossed across his chest in the doorway.

“Can you see him, Alice?” Edward asked.

Alice shook her head, “No. I can not,”

I felt even worse. Emmett piped up, “Alice, you were changed by a vampire who was trying to save your life from James. What if whoever changed this kid did so so that he could be saved from something even worse?”

Rosalie gave her husband a proud look, “That is actually quite a good thought,”

Emmett scowled, “Why is it that every one is always so surprised whenever I come up with a good idea?”

“Coming from you, it is rare,” Edward said.

Emmett’s scowl darkened.

“What do we do about it?” Emma asked, quietly.

“We don’t know,” Alice whispered, “This has not happened before.”

I felt worse now than when I learned that Edward was going to try to commit suicide. I was shaking, terrified for my friends and for Charlie.

“Will he remember who changed him when he wakes up?” Emma questioned.

“It is a possibility,” Edward replied softly.

“We will just have to wait and see,” Jasper said.

A day later, he had woken up. Emmett and Jasper walked on either side of him, both looking very imposing. Rosalie gave him a small smile. He was an attractive human, even though when I first saw him, he was grimacing. He looked even better as a vampire.

He had red hair, like Victoria’s, though his was shaggy and tamed. It framed his once dark tan face now deathly pale. He had the blood red eyes of all new vampires and his chiseled face was nice to look at.

He looked young, the youngest out of all of us. He was sixteen, maybe seventeen. That actually looked like it was pushing it. He inhaled deeply. Immediately, his eyes snapped to me. Before Jasper and Emmett could leap on him, he clamped his hand firmly over his mouth and nose.

“Let’s get you hunting,” Jasper sent waves of calm throughout the room.

The three quickly went outside. Edward was infuriated with himself. “I did not think of that,” he spat.

“Think of what?” I asked, confused.

“Bella, the call of human blood is almost impossible to resist whenever you are a new vampire. No, it is impossible to resist. There are a few exceptions to every rule.” He threw Emma and Carlisle a look, “Your blood smells so much sweeter than anything I have ever smelled. You tempt him, a baby, just by being within a hundred feet of him.”

“How do you stop it?” I asked.

“We normally remove new vampires from civilization for a few years. But, we can not leave with out you.” He furrowed his brows.

“Then we have come to an em passe,” Emma said from the corner.

“You could always change me earlier,” I suggested.

“No. Hell no!” Edward quickly squashed that idea.

“Fine. Then what do you propose we do?” I icily snapped back.

“I do not have a clue! Some one will always have to be with you. Some one will always have to be with him. There is a lot to take into consideration.” Edward groaned and lay his head in his hands.

“Do not worry, son. We will take care of it,” Carlisle assured Edward. “It will just take a little brain power.”

We all nodded. Carlisle sat back, his fingers clasped like he was praying, though his amber eyes were open. We stood soon thereafter, he had not spoken. He was still thinking.

The new vampire returned with Jasper and Emmett two days later. There was a considerable lightening in his dark red eyes. They still held were a pale red, almost pink. I could see flecks of gold in them. He gave me an apologetic smile. Edward pulled me closer to him as Emmett and Jasper flanked this new vampire.

From the other side of the room, he addressed me, “I am sorry, ma’am for frightening you.”

“I was not frightened!” I protested.

Emma sniggered. The new vampire did not seem to notice her. He was still smiling at me.

“Do you remember your name?” Carlisle asked, gently.

The vampire nodded, “Luke Asher.”

I stiffened. Alice looked at me and then we both looked at Emma. She did not seem fazed that Luke had the same last name as her fiancee. As Logan. Luke looked up at Emma. If it was possible for a vampire to faint, I am sure that Luke would have.

“Emma?” he gasped.

Emma cocked her head to the side, “Yes?”

“Emma, it is me.” Luke took a step toward Emma. Rosalie and Alice were both instantly beside her.

“I don’t you,”

“Yes, Emma. You do,” Luke pleaded with her to remember.

“I am sorry. I do not know anyone with the name Asher.”

Her memories were fading. Edward had said once that sometimes, vampires changed their names once they turned. They could only remember letters in it. What if Luke had really been some one else?

“Emma, do you still have your engagement ring?” Luke asked.

If it were possible for a vampire to faint, Emma would have.