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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.

32. Chapter Five - Unbelievable

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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?

Chapter Five - Unbelievable

“Who are you?” Emma shrieked. Luke looked at her with such intensity that if she were a human, it would have burned a whole right through her.

“Can you really not remember me, Emma?” he whispered.

It sounded like his false memories were really hurting him. Emma wanted nothing more than to comfort him. But, she was not going to lie to him. “No.” she said simply, trying to be kind, “I can not.”

“Emma. I am Luke. Luke Allen Asher. Logan’s younger brother.” he told me.

Emma blinked. “What?” Emma hissed. She could not have heard him right. There was no way, no how-

“I am Logan Jackson Asher’s younger brother. Second son of Nathaniel and Marcy Asher. You asked me to be the best man at your wedding when you were eleven.” Luke talked to her like he was explaining to a four year old why you do not press a burning hot iron against your face, in that patiently sarcastic tone that bites your bones.

She was starting to shake. She had no idea who Luke was. She most certainly did not ask me to be Logan’s best man at our wedding! Not when she was eleven! She was close to crying. Luke, this Luke whom she had just met, was bringing up memories, painful memories of Logan that she wanted to remember by herself in a private place, not in front of the entire family.

Emma tried to hold in my sobs. She was not going to cry. Not in front of any one. Not any more. She stopped her shoulders from quivering and bit on her lip until it was white.

Curse Bella, she sent Emma over the edge. “Emma, didn’t Logan have a younger brother named Luke?”

She acted like she remembered this liar! This impostor! This was not some one Emma knew! She wou- Luke Allen Asher. She swore. She was already forgetting her life. Carlisle had warned her that it might happen. She had forgotten those who were supposed to be her new family. The Ashers. Nathaniel, Marcy, Logan, Luke and Katharine. Emma hated him as memories of Logan started to flow into her mind, unheeding of her wish to suppress them. Luke was in several of those memories.

She snarled. Yes, she had known Luke. She was not sure if she still wanted to.

Luke took it in stride. He believed that if Bella could remember him, then she could. He was right. Emma could.

“See? Don’t you remember me?” he pleaded with her.

She could lie. She could tell him the truth and watch as her previous life came unraveling back. Or Emma could lie and hope to forget that all of this had ever happened. As much as she hated it, it was against her nature to lie.

“No!” she sobbed. “I don’t! Flashes maybe, but nothing concrete!”

Luke put his hand in comforting manner on her arm. With all of here might, Emma smacked his face. He barely moved. Every one winced at the sound that it made.

Carlisle felt that it was high time for him to intervene. “Maybe it would be best for you both if you were to speak of this later, after Emma has had time to remember.”

“Just look him up in your journal,” Emmett suggested to her brightly.

This was one time that she refused to be happy and chipper. Angry that Luke had not left, she instinctively shoved both of her hands foreword. She had not touched him, but the next thing She knew, Luke was sailing through the air. He crashed into the wall. The Cullen’s looked at her in horror. Emma looked at her hands, in a curiosity rather than appalment. She should have been terrified of what she had just done, but some how it felt natural.

Them the gravity of what she had done sank in. Curiosity was gone as disbelief and fear hit her hard. She could not stop my self any longer. Bawling, Emma turned on her heel and ran through the front door, out into the woods. She was alone for several minutes untilsheI was sure that she heard some one following her.

Rosalie caught her wrist and pulled Emma around to face her. Her beautiful, perfect face was twisted with worry and agony.

“Emma!” she screamed. “What happened?”

“I don’t know!” EmmaI shrieked, pulling out of her grasp. “I don’t know!”

“Do you realize what you just did?” she asked her.

She sobbed and shook her head, “I don't care!”

Rosalie responded by pulling her in closely and hugging her. “It is going to be okay,” she whispered.

“What about Luke? Did I hurt him with whatever it was that I did?” Emma cried.

“He is a vampire. You did not want to hurt him, so you did not,” Rosalie answered.

Emma sank to the floor of the forest and sobbed. Rosalie sat next to her and listened.

“I can remember flashes of him! But noth - noth- NOTHing useful. I barely remember his face. Just his red hair. I don’t even know if it is him, Rose. I just don’t know.” she sobbed.

“Ssshh!” she whispered soothingly. “It is going to be okay. You will remember him soon enough.”

“And if I don’t want to remember him?” Emma hissed.

Rosalie jumped back, surprised at her tone. She blinked and gave her the look of obvious stupidity, “Then you won’t have a choice.”

Emma weakly grinned. All of the Cullens had a knack for making you happy when all you wanted was to be sad or angry. It was annoying and mean, and just what you would need. “Whatever,”

Rose grinned. Standing she helped her up. “Come on. Let’s go back home. Every one is worried.”

Emma scowled inside but smiled with on face. They started walking back to the house. Without warning, she turned and ran faster than she ever had before in the opposite direction. Emma left Rosalie far behind, confused and worried.

She knew exactly where she was going. She needed that rush, that release, that adrenaline rush. She did not know if she could still get one as a vampire, but Emma was most certainly going to try. She could only think of one way to achieve it. Emma knew where it was from when Izz - no, Bella and she were running from Edward and Rose. Man, that seemed like a lifetime ago.

The cliff was near. She knew the release that Bella had craved during Edward’s absence. She had been meaning to try cliff diving for a little while now, but the opportunity never arose. It had come at last and Emma was not going to waste it. Never breaking pace, she stripped off her shirt and with a little more effort, my jeans.

She turned an ear. She thought that she heard some one behind her. Sure enough, Rosalie was daintily flying through the underbrush, not a quarter of a mile behind.

Clad only in her underwear, her shoes long gone with her discarded clothing, Emma ran at a break neck pace. She burst through the tree line. The cliff was in sight. Ten feet away. Those ten feet never seemed to have existed as she flew off the edge. Down down down, Emma plummeted. She screamed as all of her confusion, hate, anger, love, every emotion left her. All she could think, see, breath, touch and feel was the upcoming luke warm salty ocean. She heard Rosalie’s scream.

What a friend. She was jumping with Emma. Emma hit the water, her vision gaining a blue tint. A second later, bubbles filled the ocean as Rosalie’s form quickly sank in the water.

Emma grinned. That was fun.