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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.

31. Chapter Four - Accidentally So

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Chapter Four - Accidentally So

“Let’s go hiking!” Emmett suggested brightly.

Hiking. Why did that sound like so much fun? Emma was working put a good old wonderful sour mood and Emmett’s chipper suggestion ruined it all. That was what she was, really, during those dark days. Miserable.

She would put a smile on her face and act as if she did not have a care in the world. But, she did. There is only so much acting one can do before your character becomes who you are. In Emma’s case, it was happy or at least, content. She found myself happy more and more, when all I wanted was to be sad.

What did that make her?

Bipolar. Emma could not believe. She was a bipolar vampire. Who had ever heard of a bipolar vampire?

“Sure!” she flipped the book over her shoulder. “That sounds like a lot of fun!

“Great!” Emmett grinned from ear to ear, “What about you Bella?”

Bella looked around. No one was coming to her aid. “Fine, I suppose,” she muttered darkly, “I know that you all just want to see me fall.”

“That is part of it!” Emmett’s laughter boomed at Emma’s comment. Emma grinned, pleased that she was fitting in so well with the Cullens. With her new family. That though still sent warmth through her. When they had invited her to stay, Emma had been thrilled. The thrill would stay until it was time to leave. Then, she would be sad. But, she knew that they would not miss her. Much.

“Good! Let’s go change!” she grabbed Bella’s hand.

“Change for hiking?” she sounded dubious.

“Like we are going to go hike in miniskirts and heels.” Emma rolled her eyes and ran into her room.

Emma had just recently de-Bella-ized herself. She was back to smelling how she had always smelled. That was very nice. Not her smell, she meant just being back to being her old Emma self, you know. She did smell good, she supposed. It is not like she was pungent or anything.

She threw on a pair of short jean shorts and a black tank top that looked wonderful with her dark hair and pale skin. As she stepped into my only pair of tennis shoes, she put her hair in pigtails. Lately the style had grown on Emma, much to Alice and Rosalie’s dismay.

Bella walked a second after that, ready to go. Emma grinned and waltzed down the stairs. She had recently decided that she was going to mimic Alice’s grace. She had not told any body yet, but she had a feeling that both Alice and Edward knew. If they knew, the rest of the family would know. Emma grimaced at the thought before quickly dismissing it. Who cares what others thought of you? That makes life too short, even for the immortal.

Immortal. What an odd word. She never thought that a person could be immortal. Yet Emma was living proof that she was wrong.

“Don’t show off,” Bella mumbled.

“Hmm?” she turned around. That was one thing that you could not do, get Emma distracted. Then, she did not pay attention. It was not clumsiness, simply her being dumb. She ran into the wall. Bella stopped and laughed loudly. Emma managed to free herself from it before every one else came to see what was so funny. Emma sent her best friend a death glare. She rolled her eyes, but was merciful and kept silent.

They did not drive, but once every one was assembled in the living room, we left. Emmett took the lead, his muscular legs fell into a comfortable rhythm. He quickly remembered the natural motions that he loved so much. Alice and Emma fell into pace behind him. Bella and Edward were behind them. Rosalie was furniture shopping with Esme and I did not know where Jasper was.

“Do you want to go shopping tomorrow?” Alice was asking Emma, “There is a new mall opening up in Seattle. I want to get there before every one else.”

“Sure!” she smiled, “That would be fun! I love window shopping!”

Alice glared at her. She giggled. She was so much fun to play with! Edward and Izzie-Bella laughed behind Emma. Alice’s glare turned deadly.

“I meant to buy things while we were there,” she snapped.

Emma cocked her head to the side playfully, “Really?”

Alice groaned and rolled her eyes, “Emma, what am I going to do with you?”

“Go shopping,” Emma answered.

Alice smacked herself on the forehead. Emma grinned and started to skip. Alice gave her a quirky look and matched Emma’s pace. Curious, Emma sped up and started bounding higher. Alice’s tiny frame pushed high up off the ground. She skipped over Emmett and off into the forest. Determined to not be undone, Emma followed her and then past her, grinning and humming loudly.

Alice laughed a beautiful rippling laugh. She skipped by, waving to her as she went. Emma had to go along. They were going pretty fast by now. Emma laughed. In a merry mood that clashed with her dismal one from earlier, she started to sing Everything Back But You by Avril Lavigne.

Alice giggled and joined in.

“The post card that you wrote with that stupid little note! Something wasn’t quite right about it! It smelled like cheap perfume and it did not smell like you! There was no way you could get around it.

“Because you wrote: I wish you were her! You left out the ‘E’! You left with out me. And now you are some where out there with a,” they both took deep breaths and screamed, “BITCH! SLUT! PHYSCO BABE! I hate you! Why are guys so lame? Everything I Gave you, I want everything back but you!”

So they kept on singing until they heard an ear piercing scream. They came to a skidding halt.

“What the heck?” Alice asked.

Emma shrugged, worry filling her body, “I have no idea. C’mon!” They started running, not skipping to the source of the sound. They arrived in particularly thick patch of woods just as Emmett and Edward carrying Bella arrived.

“Did you hear that?” Emmett asked.

Alice and Emma both nodded. “Do you know what it is?”

They all shook their heads no. The screaming was still loud, but louder. They ran as fast as they could until they arrived at a small clearing. Laying in the middle of it, near a trickling stream that ran through, was a boy with auburn red hair. He was twisting in agony on the ground.

Emma felt sick to her stomach. Beside her, Alice swore.

“Another vampire in Forks?” Bella sounded incredulous.

“Two,” Emma whispered. Some one had to have changed him.

“What do we do with him?” Bella asked.

“Bring him back to the house,” Edward sounded like he had his reservations. However, they could not just leave him there.

Emmett was the only one strong enough to carry him back to the house. He lay him down on the couch. For a day and a half, they heard his piercing screams echoing through out the house. In Forks, Emma even could still hear the faint screams. The humans walked on, as if nothing was amiss, as if a life so near was not being forever changed. They could not hear him, their pathetic hearing was far too dismal for them to even conceive the idea of the screams.

But not hers. She had heard his screams. They were etched in her memory forever. Call her heartless, but with each scream, Emma started to care less and less. It was a vaguely familiar pain. She could not remember most of it, just snips of it. An intense burning, sharp, freezing stabs and then her veins turned to ice.

A day and a half passed. The red haired boy. She pitied him and his pain. He was young, the youngest vampire aside from Jane that she had seen. He could not have been any older than sixteen. You could see where puberty was in the middle of changing his face from a baby face to a more defined, masculine shape. His hair brushed the top of his eyes and down to the nape of his neck. He was average height and had muscle, but nothing incredibly definitive or worth remarks.

After what felt like endless screaming in the smallest amount of time possible, all was silent in the Forks. The world had a new vampire.

Emma was sitting on the couch with Bella and Edward. They had sat in silence, listening to the poor boy’s screams. Finally, Bella asked the question that we all were thinking.

“Who could have changed him?” she asked Edward.

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

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

Edward pulled Bella closer and protectively, “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.” she 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. Bella 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,”

Emma felt even worse for everyone. Her own feelings matched Bella’s.She did not feel like she could voice them. She had only lived in Forks for a sporadic month.

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.”

“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.

Emma crossed her arms and stood, “I hate waiting. It takes too long,”

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 Emma had first seen 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 them. He was sixteen, maybe seventeen. That actually looked like it was pushing it. He inhaled deeply. Immediately, his eyes snapped to Bella. 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?” Bella 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 Carlisle and I a dirty look for nearly making a liar out of him, “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?” Bella asked, immediately thinking of others before herself. That was one quality of Bella that Emma really admired and wished that she possessed. Bella always focused on another’s needs, before her own. She could be bleeding on the floor, and tell you to leave the pool of blood. She would clean it up later.

“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,” Bella suggested. Emma hid a smile behind her hand. Several Cullens did.

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

“Fine. Then what do you propose we do?” Bella 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.”

Every one nodded. Carlisle sat back, his fingers clasped like he was praying, though his amber eyes were open. They 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. Every one could see flecks of gold in them. He gave Bella an apologetic smile. Edward pulled her closer to him as Emmett and Jasper flanked this new vampire.

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

“I was not frightened!” she vehemently protested.

Emma sniggered. The new vampire did not seem to notice her. He was still smiling at Bella. Emma rolled my eyes. Bella’s string of admires was hysterical. She loved how it infuriated Edward and embarrassed Bella. They were quite an adorable and amusing couple.

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

The vampire nodded, “Luke Asher.”

Bella stiffened. Alice looked at Bella and then they both looked at Emma. She smiled and waved, wondering why they were looking at her funnily. She was about to ask when Luke looked up at her. If it was possible for a vampire to faint, Emma am sure that Luke would have.

“Emma?” he gasped.

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

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

“I don’t you,”

The poor boy. She remembered what Edward said about new vampires being highly susceptible. Perhaps she reminded him of some one he knew in his human life. Emma smiled pleasantly at him, trying to be supportive.

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

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

Asher. Emma knew that name from some where. The where part was being provocative. The name was just on the tip of her tongue and as far away from my brain as possible. She hated that feeling. Luke took another step toward her, his pink eyes shining.

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

If it were possible for a vampire to faint, she would have. Then, she remembered. Vampires are highly susceptible to change when they are first born. They forget most of their human lives, sometimes stretching as far as names. Emma only could remember one Asher with the name that started an L. Logan. Logan was dead. She knew that much for certain. Luke was not Logan, she tried to convince herself, murdering the despicable hope that unbiddingly rose within her chest. Luke looked nothing like Logan and vice versa. So, who was this Luke Asher?