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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.

30. Chapter Three - Foreigners

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Chapter Three - Foreigners

Bella sat on the cliff that had so drastically changed her life. Her slender legs dangled over the side of it, as she watched the horizon. It was cloudy, like it always was in Forks. La Push was no exception. She watched the gray clouds roll by. The sea gulls flew at a slow pace. They seemed so free to Bella, so care free and happy. Oh how she wished to be free just like the birds!

Sadly, she knew that it was almost impossible for her to be like a gull. She was not free to roam the world and the seven seas with the Edward. Not yet. Not while the La Push werewolves prowled in the semi darkness of the forest, watching her at all times. Jacob always kept her with in his sights. He was afraid that another vampire may whisk her off, or worse to him, Edward would come for her. She had seen his body shaking whenever he had dropped her off. Charlie steered him indoors while they said good bye. She could feel his eyes lingering on them as she told Edward to be safe and to come get her as soon as possible.

She heard some one come up behind her.

“Hello, Bella, I was just thinking about you.” she said. A smile appeared on her face.

“Hi Emily. How are you doing?”

The scarred girl sat down beside her, “Just fine. Mind if I join you?”

Bella shook her head, “Not at all. As long as it is only you,”

Emily left, “Has the pack been a little obsessive lately?”

“How did you know?” Bella asked sarcastically. They both giggled. Emily covered her mouth, trying not to. That told Bella that the pack was near by.

“Where are they?” she snarled.

“Close by. I am sorry. They are following Edward’s nicely worded orders. Jacob positively refuses to let you out of his sight. But, I do not think that it is because Edward asked him nicely,” Emily sighed and looked imploringly at Bella, “He really likes you, you know. Would it be so bad to just give him a chance?”

Bella sighed. She should have expected that this was coming. Just because they were letting them stay on Quileute land did not mean that they were just going to take her relationship with Edward lying down. “Yes, Emily. It would. I do not like Jake that way. I never could. It would be harsh to both him and me to pretend that I felt otherwise.”

Emily nodded like she had be expecting that, “I knew that you were going to say that. But, I promised Sam and the rest of the pack that I would try.”

“I understand,” Bella patted her friends arm. She did. If Edward had asked her to try to convince Esme or Alice to love some one else, she would in a heart beat. Yes, she would have her reservations, but she would do anything for him.

“I am glad that you do,” Emily sounded very relieved, “I do hope that you two are happy together.”

“Unbelievably so,” Bella smiled and looked down at the engagement ring that she proudly wore. “Three more weeks,” she whispered.

“Congratulations,” Emily said, looking longingly at the ring.

“Thank you,” Bella gave a loving sigh as she stared out toward the setting sun. Every thing was going to be fine. Edward would take care of it all and she would be back in his arms before the beginning of the next week. That thought made her content enough to fall asleep in a house with a werewolf in it.

The next morning, Charlie announced that he and Billy were going to go fishing. “That sounds like fun, Dad,” Bella said while she cleared up the dishes.

“I think that we are going to talk about the Cullens and our run in with Sam Ulley’s gang. Is there anything that you want to tell me before I go?” Charlie asked her lowly.

Bella had not told Charlie about the Quileutes beings werewolves. She had promised never to tell any one. Also, she thought that it would make more sense coming from them. She shook her head, “No. There is nothing.” She was going to get in trouble for that lie, but she could deal with Charlie’s wrath.

“Okay. Thanks, sweetie,” Charlie did an odd gesture for him by kissing her cheek and grabbing his fishing gear. She heard Billy and him tell Jacob what they were going to be doing and where they would be. Charlie and Billy each had their cell phones and Bella had hers, so they could be in constant communication if necessary. Jacob nodded and helped them outside.

As soon as they were out of ear range and sight, he rushed it, “He doesn’t know?”

Bella shook her head, “Nope. We never told him.”

“But he knows about the Cullens?” he pressed.

“Yes. The Cullens, the Volturi, Emma, every thing.”

“Just not us?”

“That is right.”

“How were you able to omit us out of the story?” he sounded awed.

This would stop his upcoming praise, “I did not. It was all Edward. He said that your grandfathers found out about them and agreed to not tell about them as long as they never bit any one or hurt any body.”

“Does he know what your plans are?” Jacob glared.

Bella put the dishes in the sink up in the cupboard, “Yes. He is fully aware of them.”

Jacob reached out and started to help her. “He does not have a problem with it?” he spat out.

“If he does, there is nothing that he can do about it. I obviously have to be changed. I can not keep running from uncontrollable vampires forever, you know.” She tried to sound light hearted and up beat. He would have none of it.

“You could stay here! We could protect you!” Jake shouted.

Bella’s gaze darkened, “Hardly. I am only going to be here for a few days, Jake. This is not protection. It is hiding while they throw the Volturi off. It was the best that we could come up with besides the alternative. Edward refused to do that,” she hissed the last part.

“He refuses to change you?” snarled the wolf.

“Before we are married,” she answered.

Jacob dropped the plate that he had been holding. Bella whirled around and looked at him in alarm. He was shaking. This was the worst that she had ever seen him. His face was contorted into a mask of anger, agony, pain and remorse. She knew that he sought to control it, but knew that he was failing as she started to hear the ripping of cloth.

She backed up in fear. Was this how Sam had maimed Emily? Bella looked around. The door to the back yard was near. She turned and ran to it as the shredding of fabric filled the air. She heard a viscous snarl and a rumbling growl. She grabbed the door and turned the handle. She felt pain ripple through her back as one of his claws got through her cotton shirt and barely breached her thin layer of skin.

A yelp escaped her lips. It had not hurt, too much, but it was shocking. She twisted hard on the knob. Her knees were shaking. She could not stop. She could not look back. That had potential fatal consequences.

Suddenly, the kitchen window was broken as another wolf - one that she did not recognize, therefore, making it Quil, dove through it. He landed on Jacob and pulled him back with a mighty force. The back door was shoved opened. She jumped back. Embry and Sam grabbed each of her arms and pulled her out side.

“Are you all right?” Sam quickly asked her.

She could barely nod. She realized how bad she was shaking. Jacob transforming on her like that was much more terrifying than she ever thought it could be. Sam told Embry to watch over her. Embry nodded and the pack leader dashed inside. Bella briefly wondered what was going to happen to Jacob.

Embry saw her tension and fear. He smiled comfortingly at her. “Come on. Let’s get you away from here.”

He grabbed her hand and took off running to the front of the house. The Rabbit was there, keys inside. Some how, the wolves had known that Jacob was going to explode. She did not want to know why or how.

She quickly sat in the passenger side. Embry clambered into the driver’s seat. He slammed on the gas pedal. They flew down the street in tense silence. Bella watched the scenery. It was so odd to actually be able to see it. When Edward drove, even when he went slow, it was all just a green and brown blob. Now, the fast speed seemed slow.

“Are you all right?” Embry asked after a little while.

Bella nodded. She focused in on Jacob. “What about Jake? What happened to him? Is he going to be okay?”

Embry shrugged, “I really do not know. Sam did not want him to talk to you about the Cullens and he went ahead and did it any way. He went against the pack leader.”

Bella scowled, confused, “I thought that you could not go against the pack leader. It is supposed to be impossible to do.”

Embry nodded. “It is. So, he skirted around talking about the Cullens directly. He talked about us and when you brought up Edward, he got angry. He was forbidden to say anything about the Cullens and he tried to. He became so angry that he lost control.”

Bella shuddered. She had no idea that saying one sentence about Edward would make him loose control. “I am sorry,” she muttered. Bella hung her head and blushed a deep crimson. Her long hair fell in front of her face, creating a wall between her and Embry. It was childish and it was the exact same way she had hidden from Edward whenever she had first seen him. It was foolish, and it brought her comfort. Bella could feel the tears well up in her eyes. The pain that she was causing one of her best friends. She had not meant to hurt him so, but she had. It was her fault. She would have to apologize to him. She was not sorry for talking about Edward because she loved him. She was sorry that she kept cutting at Jacob’s soul.

“Don’t cry, Bella.” Embry said softly. “You did not do anything wrong.”

She nodded, “Yeah, I did. I know how much it bugs Jacob when ever I talk about Edward. I know how much all of you do not like it. But, I keep on doing it. It is instinctive, almost. No matter what I do, I keep him at the front of my mind.” She flushed, suddenly aware of how open she was being with him. Bella looked quickly out the window, hoping that he did not see her flaming red cheeks.

Embry noticed but did not remark on it. He switched on the radio, allowing the soft rap music to fill the car. Bella was not particularly fond of rap, but agreeably listened to it.

“Are you excited about the fourth?” Embry asked conversationally, trying to take her mind off of Jacob.

Bella glumly nodded. She had wanted to spend the Fourth of July with the Cullens and Charlie. They had had such a wonderful time last year and she had wanted to share the experience with Charlie and Emma. She would spend it with Charlie, on an unforgiving friend’s land, painfully aware of how the one that she wished to spend it with was putting himself in danger to save her.

“Up here it is fantastic. We all go down to California and buy illegal fireworks. No one has minded so far, but who knows?” Embry shrugged. “Maybe your dad will have a fit because it is all illegal.”

Bella gave a little laugh. “Maybe he will.” She did not think that he would care. But, Embry did not have to know that. It might spoil his forming illusions.

“Are you nervous about the Cullens?” he gently asked.

“I do not think that you have any idea how dangerous the Volturi are.” she stated slowly, factually.

Embry shook his head, “They are the vampires that we swore to stop. Not the as bad ones as the Cullens, but much worse. They drink from humans, don’t they?”


Embry chuckled, “Ever since Edward explained everything over the phone, Sam has been itching to get a stab at them.”

Bella shuddered, “No offense to Sam, but I doubt that he would do much damage to them.”

“You never know…” he trailed off suggestively.

“No, I do know.” she said firmly, “The Cullens are afraid to take on the Volturi. The only reason that no one hurt Edward when he asked them was because Aro, Marcus and Caius have a friendship with Carlisle. Otherwise, they would have killed him without a second thought.”

“Really?” Embry wrinkled his nose in disgust.

Bella nodded. They drove around for another thirty minutes, happily discussing the next day’s celebrations. As they pulled up to Sam’s house, the first thing that she noticed was that all of the lights were on. So people were home. Emily stepped out on to the front porch. She smiled and light heartedly called to them.

“Come on in! Every body is waiting for you.” She motioned them in.

Bella climbed out the door with out any help, the first time that she had done so in a while. Embry walked with her step in step to the door. Inside the kitchen, the rest of the pack sat around Sam’s table. Emily smiled as they walked in. Bella knew what was going to be said before it was even said.

She took a deep breath. “No more Jake, right?”

At dawn, Alice felt that she could wait no longer. Emma was brought out of her meditative state and ushered into the bathroom where she did the consistent newly constructed morning ritual of Izzie-fying herself. Rosalie slathered the make-up on Emma and Alice did her hair.

She put on a thin navy blue top. The sleeves went past her fingers and the collar line was near enough her neck that no bandage showed. She wore a khaki skirt and flats. Emma looked very Izzie when they finished.

While Alice and Rosalie readied themselves, she went down stairs and played Edward’s piano. She was not in the mood for a row today. Neither was he. At ten o’clock, there was a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” Alice sang out like nothing was wrong.

Emma smiled at her. She was a wonderful actress. Emma had to be even better. She shuddered. Edward put his arm around her and she leaned into my brother’s chest.

“I love you,” he whispered.

Emma drew back and looked at him in fear.

“I love you,” he said again, holding back a laugh at her expression, “Because you are Bella and we are getting married.”

She nodded and looked sheepish. “I love you, too, Edward,” she murmured and buried her head in his chest. She had watched Izzie do this countless times. Emma hoped that she was doing it satisfactory for the Volturi.

“Felix, Jane, Demitri, Heidi, Rhys and Connor, on orders from Aro, Marcus and Cauis.” someone answered.

“The Volturi,” Alice muttered according to the act as she walked to the door and opened it.

In walked four vampires that both Alice and Edward had described in great detail. The other two were not mentioned, but they both had blood red eyes. She shuddered, involuntarily, and hid her face from them. They all took note of that.

“I see that you have turned her,” one said.

“Yes, Felix. We have,” Edward said stiffly.

Felix. That one was Felix. He looked exactly like Edward described. He sneered at Emma and Edward pulled her closer. She started to push away before remembering that she was Bella - slash - Izzie. She leaned into him.

“Will you be needing anything else?” Alice asked from behind us. Emma heard Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie come to stand beside her.

“What is her power?” Felix asked.

“Power?” Rosalie repeated, shocked.

Felix’s lips curled into a scowl, “Yes. Aro is quite sure that she will be gifted.”

“Gifts take time to develop. You know that as well as the rest of us.” Alice snapped.

Felix inclined his head. “That I do. Are you saying that her gift has not yet come to her?”

“Yes. That is what we are saying.” Edward snarled.

Without thinking, Emma placed my hand on his, a gesture she had seen Izzie do a thousand times. He responded by clasping the fingers together.

Jane glared malevolently at Emma. Her hate was not directed at her but at Izzie. She was glad that she did not have her hate. Then, she cursed her weakness for celebrating that it was at Izzie. She was a horrible friend.

She looked at Jane, staring defiantly back at her. This Izzie, and the real Izzie from now on, was not going to be afraid of her. She was a child for Pete’s sake!

“Aro won’t like it if we return without knowing her power.” she snapped.

Felix shrugged his shoulders, “There is little that we can do about that. Besides,” he sneered, “It means that we will simply have to return at a time that is more agreeable to Aro himself.”

Demitri nodded. “Yes, it does. Come, we shall not linger.”

“That is it? You are leaving?” Emmett gasped, surprised.

Demitri glared at him, “We have no need to linger. We have seen the girl. She is one of us. We have no other purpose here.”

“Good. Go,” Rosalie ordered.

Felix looked at Rosalie like he had just seen her for the first time. “Aren’t you a feisty morsel? Would care to come back to Volterra with us? Aro could use such a tenacious vampire such as yourself in his guard.”

“Aro can go screw himself for all I care!” Rosalie hissed.

Emma had to fight the urge to giggle. Those were her sentiments exactly. Looking around the room, she could see how many Cullens agreed with it.

Jane’s eyes darkened. She raised her hand, “Don’t you ever speak of the master that way!” she seethed.

Rosalie’s eyes clouded in fear and Emmett grabbed her and spun her protectively behind him. Remembering Jane’s gift, Emma tensed, ready to spring and beat her down. Edward must have read her thoughts. Though he was now snarling with her and the rest of the family, he tightened his grip on her. Izzie could not fight like Emma could, but that little fact seemed insignificant then and there.

Demitri grabbed Jane’s wrist. “Now now, Jane dear. It would not do to offend the family that Aro values so highly.”

That statement sounded odd. Obviously there was more going on than they realized. Emma looked at Edward. His face was distorted in confusion as he could not read the Volturi guard’s mind. Demitri was more skilled at hiding his thoughts than any one had given him credit for.

“Come,” Felix ordered, his face dark. He was not pleased with what had been said, “Let us go before anything else unwarranted comes up. We shall be back within a year, to see the girl’s power.” He looked at Emma.

Edward nodded. Alice opened the door and they all ran out. The Cullens waited before The Volturi were far out of hearing range and their scents had faded.

“We can move before a year is over and avoid them entirely. I do not like the hidden conversation between Jane and Demitri.” Jasper said scathingly.

“They are planning on it.” Edward whispered.

They waited until Saturday to bring Charlie and Izzie back. Before they did that, Edward took Emma aside for a private conversation.

“Emma, I know why you call Bella Izzie.”

She grinned, not caring what he was talking about. “Okay.”

“I think that you should try to start calling her Bella.” he said, his eyes locked on to hers as he tried to not only hear her thoughts but discern her emotions. He looked embarrassed as she thought that last sentence. Emma did not care. She kept grinning.

“Why? If I may ask?” she blinked prettily at him.

“New vampires are highly susceptible to suggestions and thoughts. If you call her Izzie while the rest of us call her Bella, it would either bring up an overload of memories or send her in to a confounded state that would be extremely difficult to bring her out of.” he explained.

“Oh,” she nodded, taking it all in. A thought sprung into her head, “Why was I not highly susceptible?”

“You probably were. I know that you are now. When you were first changed, you had your photo albums and your journals with you. You could recall most of your past, your wants and dislikes, your tastes, your revulsion of meat, your friends and family. You were easily susceptible to those things and it triggered your memories. A lot of it is already starting to fade, isn’t it?” he asked her suddenly, gently.

“I remember my immediate family and a few close friends. Like Mitchell, Izzie I mean Bella, and I have problem remembering Logan. But, everyone else is kind of a blur. I vaguely remember when I read my journals, like I would remember if I was a human. I can remember events happening but not the sound of a voice or the shape of a face, if you understand.” she tried to explain.

“I can not understand. I do not remember anything of my human years. You can talk to Carlisle. He remembers his human life as does Emmett. Jasper and Rosalie remember flashes, but nothing else.” Edward said.

“What about Esme?” Emma asked, not sure that she wanted to know.

“Esme is the only one of us that remembers it clearly. She had an excellent memory as a human, so she remembers quite a lot.” Edward said slowly.

Emma could tell that there was something that he did not want to talk about. She did not press him. “Okey dokey!” she smiled brightly, “No Izzie. Just Bella.”

Edward looked relieved. “Thanks,”

“No problem!” she winked before skipping off, musing what it would be like to go swimming in Alaska. Emma laughed whenever she turned a corner and pictured Edward’s reaction to her previous thought. She knew that he expected her to be upset or annoyed or confused or something about not being allowed to call Izzie Izzie any more. And, she was. She was amused that he thought that it would greatly disturb her. Why would it? She shook my head. Goodness, it was just a name.

Bella came home on Saturday. She was crying in relief as she hugged each of the Cullens several times. Charlie did not look very good. He had black circles under his eyes and his brown eyes were blood shot. The scent was maddening but Emma did not act like she smelled anything. She swallowed the large amounts of venom -- she still could not believe that she produced venom! -- that came into her mouth as she hugged him. Emma fought the urge of being a vampire by thinking of how much he was loved by Izz- no by Bella, by her even and his coworkers, Billy and the werewolves even. He was a person and she would not be a cannibal. It was as simple as that.

Emma could not understand what Bella had meant when she talked about how hard it was to resist the lure of blood. Edward’s description of Bella’s blood did nothing for her. Yes, she smelled exceptionally good, like how chocolate chip cookies and carrots used to smell, but she did not want to eat her! That was gross! She was a person and every time Emma thought that, it beat down any instinctive thought of ever hurting her. Some vampires, like people, confused her.

Carlisle and Esme came home the following Monday. They were aghast when they heard that they were not present for the arrival of the Volturi. Their children had to reassure them several times (fifty-six) that they had taken care of everything. They also told them about what Demitri had said to Jane. That sent Esme into spasms of worry. Finally, Jasper had to calm her down. Carlisle announced that they would be leaving with in a month. And so, a week passed quietly.