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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.

29. Chapter Two - Necessary

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Alice and Rosalie wasted no time. As soon as she had learned every thing that there was to know about the Volturi, how Izzie reacted to them and how they would react to Izzie, they set about making Emma look and smell similar to Izzie.

First off, she had to shower. It took over an hour. Emma scrubbed her skin thrice with Izzie’s body wash. Then she did her hair the same out of times with her shampoo and conditioner. After that, she used the toothpaste that Bella used and the brush she left behind. Emma even went as far as to put on her extra stick of deodorant.

As soon as that was finished, Alice shoved her on to the stool of her vanity. She dried her long hair and styled it the way that Izzie did hers. It looked significantly shorter, though it was not. To be sure that the Volturi did not catch wind of any ploy she let the front part of her hair fall in Emma’s face.

Rosalie did the make up. It was not to dress her up to change her face to appear more like Izzie’s. Emma was forced to take out her new contacts, but that was necessary for the charade to work. When they were finished, Emma more than satisfactory like Izzie.

Now it was time for the clothes. They pulled out all of Izzie’s long sleeved shirts. It was going to have to be long sleeved and modest because Emma still sported the bandage from their last, her first, adventure. She grinned at the prospect of another. When she was a child and late into her teens, up until Emma had been changed, she had always wanted to go on the adventures that she adored reading. She had wanted to go with Frodo Baggins, be one of Harry Potter’s trio and pretend to be a boy along side Lady Alana. Alas, it was not to be. She had quite forgotten about her longing for adventure until they were running from Andromeda even though they did not know at the time that that was her name.

Next, Emma had to get Izzie’s facial expressions down. They were so different from hers!Each time she perfected one, Emma looked exactly like Izzie for the few brief seconds. It felt like she was wearing a mask. Emma knew that they were not hers. After a while, Alice pronounced them satisfactory and they waited.

The first day passed with no activity. Izzie called and talked to Edward for four hours. He reported that she was having fun with the wolves, but she missed them and asked them to be safe. She was also going to murder Alice and Emma for Emma’s choice in revealing clothing and Alice’s insistence on packing them for her. That gave the girls a good laugh.

The second day came and went with nothing. That was when they knew. The Volturi were coming on Thursday.

Every day, she had to wash several times with Izzie smelling soap and Izzie smelling hair products. She kept brushing her teeth, though it did her no good. A vampire Izzie would not be brushing her teeth. But, Emma kept at it. Emma did every thing that she could to match Izzie. When they came, she would be ready.

Wednesday afternoon, they went hunting. No one felt the over powering need to speak. They were all content in our own thoughts. Emma’s were over dramatic and frivolous, so much like her inner self. She grinned as Emma personally strangled Aro. She had never seen him, but that did not matter.

Two deer and a sloppy bear later, Emma was content to bury her prey. The rest of the family thought that this action was bizarre. Emma did it out of thanks and out of her love for the animals. She knew that it was natures way for the predators to hunt their prey, but it still hurt her. As the days passed, she was starting to forget more and more why she was opposed to drinking from them. She was glad that she had brought her vast diaries from home as well as her hundreds of pictures. They filled in the constantly expanding gaps. She could not remember everything, but she remembered a lot more than most vampires. Emma found herself hoping that they would not fade away.

Emma returned to the house and waited for the rest of the Cullens to return. While she waited, she sat in a rocking chair on the back porch. Slowly, she rocked back and forth. The quietness of the world was broken when her cell phone blared to life; its harsh sounding ring tone clashed with the peaceful world that had been.

“Hello?” she said into the mouth piece.


Emma froze. The last time she spoke to him, he had called her a freak and that he did not want to see her again. “Hello, Brandon,” she said coldly.

Emma could hear him wince, “Emma, listen, can we talk? I want to know-”

“What do you want?” she snapped. There was not time for this right now.

“Geez, get right to the point, ehy Em?” he tried to joke.

“Brandon, I am really busy right now an-”

“Brandon. Oooh, full name. You really are pissed.”

“Yes, BranDON, I am. What do you want?” heatedly, she asked.

“What happened, back there? When that woman that looked like you took the other woman. Dr. Cullen’s wife.” He stated his question.

“I do not know what you are talking about,” Emma lied easily enough.

“Yes, you do. Em, Mam is in hysterics and the twins are going bananas. Even Marty is acting strange. What did you do to them?” he accused her.

“I did not do anything! You were back there before I was. I did not have time to do anything to them, even if I wanted to. I can not believe that you would accuse me of that!” she shouted in to the phone.

“Well, ever since you came home, every thing has been weird!” he yelled back.

“Maybe it is not them who have change, Bran,” she hissed his name, “But you! I have heard that war can mess with your psyche!”

“Do not tell me that I am going crazy!” he spat.

“Then stop acting like it!”

“What did you do to them?” he screamed.

“I didn’t do anything!” she cried. If she could, Emma would have been bawling. He mistook her tearless state for guilt.

“I know you did! I can hear it in your voice.” he sounded triumphant.

Emma squashed it with relish, “I did not, Brandon Lee Jewell.” she sighed, “Bran, I have got more important things to deal with than this right now. Good bye.”

Without waiting for an answer, she hung up her phone. Emma sat on the porch for another ten minutes, contemplating her brother’s harsh words. Just when she thought that she was going to drown herself in misery, Emma stood up and went inside. She went up stairs to her room and collapsed on the bed. Breathing in deeply, she started to focus on her happy place. A place that was peaceful to her and serene, where nothing bad could happen. Her breathing slowed down to where a human would think that she was sleeping.

The sun bathed down on her human, non-glowing skin. Emma was human again, sitting on his bed. She expectantly turned to face the door. As always, on her plane, he was there, his arms open. He walked over to her and pulled her to his breast.

She breathed in deeply. On her plane, she could still smell him. His scent was deep and light. He smelled of olives, freesia and sea salt. Just like the Mediterranean. His soft, warm skin was darkened by the Crimean sun; his family had a house there. They spent all of their vacation time at it, calling it Whitewater. When she would look down, her own skin was not that ice white color, but a rich brown from her own summers spent with the Ashers. Emma reached her capable fingers up to his face. It was chiseled and very defined. His royal green eyes sparkled with mirth and sweetness. He might not have been handsome in the classic sense, but that endeared him to her even more. Physical looks were not a huge part of their relationship. When she was a human, s he had been just as average looking as her lover. Now that she was a vampire, that had all changed. She now turned heads left and right and … STOP! She banished all thoughts so dark and dismal away as she concentrated on her relaxation.

Stroking his face, over and over again, she muttered his name, “Logan,” knowing that even though he was here in her meditations, he was not there in real life. She went to my plane willingly, even though when she returned from it, Emma would be in even more pain than when she had gone in.