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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.

33. Chapter Six - Fighting It

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Chapter Six - Fighting It

Luke’s presence was grating on her nerves. There were times when he was all that she wanted to see. Then, there were moments where she literally tried to kill him. Emmett had to physically restrain her several times from doing so. Currently, they were the only two in the house. That was a huge mistake, but one they let slide.

Emma sat at Edward’s piano. He had reluctantly agreed to let her play it as long as no one else beside him and Bella knew that she was a better player. Emma knew that she was not, even if both of them thought so. Actually, only Bella did. Edward and she had stopped arguing the point just to spare Bella’s sweet feelings.

Luke walked down the stairs and sat down on the couch. “We need to talk,” he said.

She nodded but did not stop playing. His eye brows furrowed but he pressed on.

“Do you hate me, Emma?”

“No,” she shook her head.

“Are you sure? You act like you do.” he said slowly.

“I don’t,” Emma offhandedly answered, concentrating on a rhythm that she was trying to create. It was missing missing one vital note. She kept searching for it, but it eluded her. It was incredibly frustrating.

“Dammit Emma! Will you look at me when I am talking to you!” Luke shouted.

BOOM! She threw both of her hands on the piano keys. It was not hard at all, she was so used to using human strengthin accordance with Edward’s piano that she had hit all of the ivory keys with normal strength. It made such a nice noise.

“Why do you care?” she shouted back.

“What happened to you? You changed so much! You are so different than how you used to be!” he thundered.

“The only time I changed was when you showed up, Luke Allen Asher. You ruined everything!” Emma screamed, not caring if it hurt him. Okay, maybe she cared just a little bit.

His face fell. Okay. Fine, she admitted it. She cared a whole lot. But Emma could not take back her cruel words. “I changed too, you know.” he whispered.

She stood up and sat next to him. Their anger was gone. It vanished into the night like the harsh notes of the piano were now gone, faded forever from the world. Emma bit her lip as she rested her= head on his shoulder.

“The hole is so big,” she whispered.

“I know. I have it too.” he muttered.

“How could he do that to us?” Emma started to cry.

“Do you really blame him?” Luke asked, surprising her.

She sniffed, “Yeah, I do. He was going to fast, driving down the lane. He knew that the water tower was there.”

“He lost control.” Luke pointed out.

“He was being careless. He had driven it a million times and knew it like he knew that back of his hand. It was like he looked down and said, ‘Well, huh, that is new’ and boom! No more Logan,” she sobbed.

Luke wrapped his arm around her. “I know. I am sorry. But, you know that road like you know the back of your own hand. How many times have you taken your eyes off of it to change the radio station or to hug some one?”

“Never. Not since that day,” she answered his question.

“Good idea. If I had ever driven it, I would not take my eyes off of it.”

“Why does it have to hurt so damn much, Luke? Why won’t these memories just go away? Why can’t they fade like the music?” Emma quietly asked.

“Do you want them to fade?”

Emma did not even have to think about it. “No. Not at all,”

“The same with me. It hurts to remember and every time I see you, it bring back a whole flood of memories. But, I would not forget about them for anything.” Luke said to her softly.

“What do you think about being a vampire?” Emma asked, wishing to change the direction of the conversation.

“So far nothing much has changed,” he said slowly.

She laughed softly, “That is exactly what I said.”

“Has it majorly effected you yet? How long have you been a vampire?” he asked her.

“So far, nothing much has changed. Just no sleep and no food, and no periods. That part is cool. Don’t look so disgusted Luke, you asked. But, I have only been a vampire for two and a half months. So, there is time for something to happen…” she trailed off.

“A few months?” he whistled appreciatively, “That is not long. The way you control yourself around Bella, I suspected that it was much longer.”

Emma shook her head no. “I can control myself because I see what they really are. Human.”

“That really does not make any sense, Em. You do know that, right?” he teased but she easily heard the confusion in his words.

“It does. You and I, we had humanity stolen from us. We did not ask for it, we were not dying. We simply were in the wrong place at the wrong time. The Cullens, they were all changed because they were dying. Or in life threatening danger to where the only way to be saved was to be changed. If we drank from a human, that is what we would be doing.

“Not only would we be murders, but we would be thieves. We would be stealing a life from them that had so much potential. I lost a chance for children, a chance to sing, a chance to dance, a chance to write, a chance to live. What did you loose? Your chance to be a father? A politician? A doctor? A missionary? A priest? A vagabond? It does not matter any more. That has all been stolen from you. Your life’s goals and ambitions have been taken away from you. As an added bonus, you have been taken away from your family. This is their second child who has died in the time space of two years. It is going to cut them deeply.

“The return? Immortality. Never aging. Never sleeping. No more dreams. No more food. No more chance for a future with a family. It is all gone. And we did not have a say in it.

“Could you do that to some body else, Luke?” Emma finished, surprised by her speech.

“Geez, Em. You have given this a lot of thought.” he said in awe.

She winced, “Yeah, I have.”

“You make quite the point. I could never hurt somebody that way. Not after you explained it like that. Smelling Bella is going to get easier.” he sounded so hopeful.

“Not really. She does smell unfairly good, doesn’t she?” she said.

He nodded. “The first time… phew.”

Emma giggled, “I felt exactly the same way. It must have been even harder for you because she was the first human that you smelt.”

“And I had not hunted. You had no idea how hard that was.” he boasted proudly.

“You would be surprised,” she muttered. Luke still did not know about Emma’s entire story.

“Why could you not remember who I was?” Luke’s question took her by surprise.

“I don’t know. How long had it been since I had seen you?” she returned with a question.

“The day of Logan’s funeral. I was thirteen,” he muttered darkly.

“It has been a long time. That might be why. How was boarding school?”

“Fine. I have some great friends there. They won’t believe me when I tell them what I did over holiday!” he slapped his leg.

“You are not going back to boarding school, Luke. That is impossible.” Emma stated matter of factly.


“You cannot go back into society. Not yet. You have to wait a few years to make sure you have complete control.” I stated the obvious, “Besides, people can not know that vampires exist. We have this ruling class, the Volturi, they are kind of like the police slash emperors of the vampires. Any who, they have one rule. Do not let the humans know about vampires. If you are going to, they will kill you. Your family, friends, girlfriend, they all are going to think that you are dead. They have to.” Emma said seriously.

“But… but… But Bella knows!” he protested.

“Bella found it out from a werewolf cub. The Volturi found out that she knew and well, she is going to become one of us. She has wanted it ever since she found out a couple years ago.” she explained.

“What about her dad? Charlie?”

“He knows because it would destroy him to loose his only child. Edward could not bare to separate them.” she said.

“So, we can keep Bella happy but the rest of us are supposed to suffer quietly!?!” Luke roared.

“The rest of us?” Emma bit out, “Luke, there is no the rest of us. It is you, me and Bella. The rest of the Cullens are near or past one hundred. Their human families are long gone. They are all they have left. They are all we have left. As far as our families are concerned, we are dead.”

“You saw your family after your transformation!” he accused her, “You at least got resolution.”

“I did not! We were attacked by a physco bitch vampire bent on making Carlisle’s existence a living nightmare. Bran and Mam, they flipped. They never want to see me again. Trust me, I would prefer them to think me dead.”

Luke slumped back against the couch, grumpy.

“I know that it hurts, Luke. I can not say that it will get better, because I do not know if it will. I am pretty sure that it will. Most likely, you will end up forgetting every body with in a year.”

“How can I forget them?” he seemed appalled.

She shrugged, “Most vampires do not remember their human lives. I think that it is easier for us to spend eternity alone if we do not remember the ones we were forced to leave behind.”

“Why do your theories always sound so convincing?” he mumbled.

Emma grinned, “Talent.”

Luke rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at her head, which she ducked. “Tard,” he muttered. Emma laughed.

“Emma, can you come with me for a minute?” Carlisle asked from the stair way.

She looked up from the floor were she sat as Rosalie played with her hair. Emma felt her quickly finish the braid. “Sure,” she stood up. She had not done anything to warrant her being in trouble, so Emma did not fret. Why get worried when she had done nothing wrong?

“This is meant to be a private conversation,” Carlisle warned his children.

They all nodded. Carlisle stared harder at Edward who severely cowered and nodded his head.

“Excellent. Follow me, please Emma.”

Emma followed Carlisle up the stairs to his study. He closed to door and motioned for her to sit. She complied as Carlisle sat behind his desk. He smiled comfortingly at her. “Don’t worry, you are not in trouble,” he said to her kindly.

“Yes sir,” she said, considering the alternative ‘I already knew that’ would be much more rude.

“I wanted to talk to you about gifts, Emma. I assume you know about gifts, he said imploringly.

Emma knew that he did not mean the kind that you give at Christmas. “Are you talking about the kind of powers like Edward’s and Jasper’s?” she tried, certain that she was correct.

Carlisle nodded, “Exactly like that. I thought that you might ant to discuss what your gift is.”

“Piano playing,” Emma answered.

Carlisle chuckled, “Do try to be serious about this, Emma. This can be quite pivotal in where we are going to live next. The entire family knows that you are gifted. You showed us quite forcefully the other day.”

She grimaced when he reminded her. “I am sorry about that. I do not know how it happened.”

Carlisle nodded, taking that in stride, “As much as I thought. As a whole, the family has wondered what your particular gift might be. Do you have any ideas?”

“Throwing people against the wall,” she promptly answered.

“Serious, Emma. We have to be serious right now,” he reprimanded softly.

Emma felt a pang. “Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. Serious it is.”

“At first we thought that your power was going to be bad luck.” Carlisle began but she interrupted.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what made you think that, sir?” Emma asked. No one had ever mentioned this to her before.

“Think back, when you were with Bella, long before you met us. You and Bella both thought that something had happened to us, and you were looking.” I nodded. Carlisle continued, “We had original theorized that you had some sort of bad luck gift that you unwittingly but instinctively used to through us off of you and Bella. We had been back sense Sunday and were looking every where for you. But, we never saw you.” Carlisle took her back into her memories.

“You think that I caused us to never meet up?” Emma asked, astounded at the possibility.

Carlisle nodded his head gravely. His fingers were folded like someone in prayer, though his amber eyes were alert and staring directly into what felt like her soul. “Yes, Emma, I do. But after watching your display the other day, I believe that there is more to it than that.”

Trepidation filled her entire being. Bad luck was bad enough. How much worse was it going to be? “What is it, then?” she asked in a barely audible whisper.

“Counteractive energy.” he said simply.

Emma blinked her lavender and gold eyes. “What?”

Carlisle chuckled. “Counteractive energy.”

“What is that?” she said with more intensity then she meant.

“There are two types of energy in this world. Both are electrically based, mind you. They are active energy and counteractive energy. Active energy is much like positively charged energy. As I am sure you have deduced, counteractive energy is much like negative energy. Before you ask, it is not bad energy, simply opposing. Active energy is constructive, that means it will go with you and reinforce your actives. Counteractive energy opposes you. Neither is good or bad, they are just like yin and yang.”

Emma nodded, speechless. Her mind was still far back, processing the whole difference between the energies. She had not made it up to how they were used yet. Carlisle had and assumed that she had reached that point as well.

“You will probably need to research both active and counteractive energy, seeing as how one will effect the other and vice versa. If I am correct, you will only be able to use counteractive energy, and you will have strong limits that will delude your abilities.” he continued.

Emma was still nodding. How did he know that there were two types of energy?

“Rosalie and Jasper have agreed to help you find limits to your gift. They are ready to practice whenever you are.” Carlisle gently said, “I know that this is a lot to take in, Emma and I am sorry about it. It will get easier as it goes on.”

Emma kept nodding. Carlisle dismissed her with a comforting smile. Emma stood up with a dumb expression and went out of the oldest vampire’s study to her room. There she collapsed on her bed and, after fumbling on the ground for a moment, found her leather bound journal. Some how, it was always right beneath her bed with her favorite pen inside the cover. She flipped it open and wrote the date on the first blank page she found. 10 July 2007,

Just as she had finished writing, a knock sounded on her door.

Emma tossed her journal down and rolled onto her back. “Come on in!” she sang out.

A blushing Bella entered. She smiled at Emma and asked if she was disturbing any thing. With a reassuring smile, Emma told her that she was not. “In that case, I have a favor to ask,” Bella said bashfully.

Emma, excited, sat up and crossed her legs, “Shoot,”

“I have been thinking back to our fight with Andromeda and I have come to the conclusion that if we were to have another little tete a tete with the Nightshades, the Volturi or any other vampire clan, I really won’t be much help.” Bella looked down at the bed on which she now sat, ashamed.

“Don’t worry, Bella. You will be safe. Between Edward and I, you really will not have much breathing room if something like that ever comes up again,” Emma said as she patted Bella’s back.

“That is exactly my point! I do not want to have you and Edward not helping the others because of me! I want you to be able to fight! I want to be able to fight!” Bella protested loudly.

Emma winced. Edward never came bounding up the stairs and started to bang loudly on her door. He had not heard. “If you want to fight, you better not let Edward hear you. He would have an aneurysm.”

Bella giggled but looked at Emma with serious eyes. “I want you to teach me how to fight.”

“Bella, I am not sure that that is such a good idea…” Emma stuttered.

“Oh, come on, Emma! I do not want to be useless any more. Help me. I refuse to play damsel,” Bella said with such force that Emma had no choice but to agree.

“Fine. I will teach you, but you can not tell Edward. He will have my hide for a rug, okay? And we are going to take it slow, not just dive right in.” Emma said seriously.

Bella nodded, grinning, “I promise that Edward will not hear one word of this. When do you want to start?”

“When is he next gone?” she asked.

Her best friend winked, “He is out hunting with Emmett and Jasper right now. His eyes were turning really dark.”

Emma nodded, “In that case, do you want to start now?”

Bella clapped her hands and grinned madly. Quickly, the two girls moved the furniture away. Emma had thought it best to start Bella off the way she had been taught. So, first, they did several complex but easy stretches. After that and what felt like endless push ups and sit ups to Bella, they started with the basics. The very very basic of the basics. Emma explained to death on how to throw a punch. It was all in the hips. One should take a step with the opposite leg and thrust, using the hips, to give the punch power. After repeating that for a while, Bella screamed in frustration that she had got the punch down pat. Emma said that she still had a long way to go, and that she needed to practice every day, just like the dancing. Bella nodded and rolled her eyes.

Next, they went to the first geup, the white belt. Bella was not going to have formal instruction, so she would not get her belts. Emma would show them to her as soon as her mother shipped the rest of her belongings to Forks. They were expected to arrive by the end of the week. She could not wait, she was so excited.

An hour passed while Emma made Bella redundantly repeat the first form of the white belt. There were three forms and Emma simply refused to show Bella another one until she had mastered everything that she had be shown thus far. Bella really wanted to know about kicking. Emma showed her the different stances and the different motions, as well as finally, the different kicks. Emma told her that right now, kicking was out of her league, so Bella should not attempt it. Sourly put out, Bella went back to the first form of the white geup.

After another thirty minutes of practice, she announced that she was hungry. She drove over to Charlie’s to cook both of them something to eat. Emma flopped back down on her bed.

Just as she was about to slip into a meditative trance, Alice walked in, as usual without knocking. “It will not help her,” she whispered.

Emma did not even open her eyes, “I know.”

“Then why are you encouraging her?” Alice asked.

“Because, I know what it feels like to be helpless. It is not fun. If this helps Bella, then that is good. And once she is a vampire, it will do her a lot of good. Until then, she can keep practicing,” she answered.

“Does it really make a huge difference?” Alice was curious now.

Emma nodded, “I think so. But, others might feel differently. Like, Emmett and Jasper, they prefer wrestling moves.”

Alice grinned, “Prefer is too light a word,”