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.
38. Chapter Ten - On the Road
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“Why do you think we are being followed?” Carlisle demanded. We now stood in the middle of nowhere, in a big patch of forest. Edward, terrified, had called his family. We all rushed into the solitary wood where I was set upon not unlike wolves feast upon a dying animal.
I shrugged, not very helpfully, “I just know it. I can feel them coming,” I replied.
Carlisle breathed out, “Do you mean like the Nightshade coven?”
“No.” I vehemently shook my head. A collective sigh of relief was let out. “The werewolves,” I finished.
A collective groan was issued, so low that I nearly missed it. I bristled as I caught the burly scent floating in the air. They were getting ready to start running; they had not left La Push yet. I tensed, counting. When I got to a three hundred and fifty-six, the wolves took off running. I furrowed my brows, confused. They were heading to the Cullen home, not to the Canadian border, where we were.
“Now, Bella, that is… Bella, are you paying attention?” Carlisle demanded with a soft smile. I shrugged, more content to listen to the furious pounding of the padded feet. It was amazing how well a vampire could hear.
“What are you doing?” Alice asked.
“Listening to the wolves,” I answered absentmindedly.
“Bella? That’s impossible.” Edward said slowly. I froze and we all looked to Carlisle, who shook his head remorsefully.
“I believe that your power is starting to manifest itself, Bella.”
I gulped and could barely whisper, “What… do you think… ?”
“I think that your encounter with James has had much more severe consequences than expected.”
“No. That is impossible,” Edward snarled at his father. I put my hand on his arm and looked to Carlisle.
“What do you think my power is?”
“I believe, until further evidence can be produced, that you are a tracker, Bella.”
I fell over. Really. Down I went and it was not Edward but Jasper who caught me. I looked, surprised, to Edward. He stood stock still, his fists clenched in rage. The sight terrified me and I realized with a pang in my stomach that I disgusted him. He probably would see James every time he looked at me. I forced away a sob, stood and thanked Jasper before moving to stand beside Emma.
Edward did not seem to notice.
“What does this mean for Bella?” Emma asked, giving me a reassuring grin. I do not think that she even knew what a tracker was.
‘I am not sure. It could mean a number of things. For the pres-”
“Is it possible that this is not Bella’s power?” Emma cut Carlisle off with a pleasant, aloof expression. “When that James guy bit her, could it have effected her in some way, making this not her power but a trait, like her brown hair or something? I mean,” she looked slightly timid under the calculating glares of everyone, “I don’t think that Izzie,” I caught her slip, “Would ever be a tracker. They’re … mean,”
Carlisle looked at Emma and I could tell that he was trying to understand something, “That is… a remote possibility. Do not dare to hinge your hope on that idea, Bella. I have never heard of a previous vampire bite causing extraordinary traits.”
“How many people have been bit by a vampire and not turned?” I retorted respectfully.
“More than you would expect.” Carlisle admitted ruefully. “Though I am not positive as to how many were then changed into a vampire at a later date.”
“Okay,” I answered with a grim smile which quickly faded, “They have arrived at the house and are searching through it.”
Carlisle’s gaze darkened. “They thought that we had not left? Curious,”
“Let’s just get up to Denali,” Esme put a gentle hand on Carlisle’s shoulder. Her husband nodded and returned to his car. The others followed suit, looking at me with comforting smiles. I could see the hidden apprehension in their eyes.
I could not even bare to look at Edward right now. I walked with Emma, and asked if I could ride with her. She nodded and gave me a genuine grin. My new ability had not changed me with in Emma’s mind in the slightest. That made me feel a little bit better.
We sat in the Saleen, driving. Not one word was said. No music was played. All was silent.
“Something on your mind?” Emma asked, suddenly.
I sighed, “Yeah,”
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Edward could be listening.”
Emma’s purple eyes widened and her mouth formed an ‘O’.
“YOUR EYES ARE GLOWING!” I shrieked, actually looking at her.
She blinked, “Yeah. So? Yours are too?”
“What? Nu-huh!” I pulled down the mirror and looked at it. Sure enough, my pink golden flecked eyes were emitting a slight haze. “Oh my gosh,” I whispered. “What does it mean?”
Emma shrugged, “No idea. But mine have been doing this since I was changed. Yours have too. I am surprised that you did not notice it, though.”
“This is so weird.” Instinctively, I reached up to touch one.
“See, that’s why I asked Carlisle about your powers,” she emphasized powers, “There is obviously something special about you. I have not seen any other vampire who’s eyes have glowed.”
“The other Cullens’ don’t?” I asked.
Emma shook her head, “Bella, you have got to stop looking at just Edward. You are missing a great wide world that is so beautiful. There are millions of colors and things that I had never even dreamed of existing until I was a vampire.”
I remembered what Edward said about Emma being a unique vampire and how I was supposed to be one as well. I took her advice and rolling down the window, actually looked at the world. And holy cow, was I surprised.
Emma was right. Colors that I cannot describe only for the lack of a word. Different hues of red and orange, purple and green, colors that you would never could have believed. The trees took on different shapes; I could now see the different layers of bark and the little lines too fine for even vampires to see. It was magnificent. I swore and Emma giggled.
“I know,” she said with gentle voice.
“How did I not notice this before?” I was astounded.
Emma shrugged. “It took me a few weeks to see it also.”
“You can see it?” I asked in disbelief.
“My eyes are glowing too, Bells,” she answered.
I flushed with the tiniest bit of human blood that I had still within me. “Forgot,”
Emma shook her head and I saw how drastically she had changed. The purples and gray in her skin mixed with the whites, each color was clearly visible to me. The brown in her hair, each strand was a different shade of gold or chocolate. There was a few too many shades of ebony for her hair to be completely brown. I zeroed in on the outside mirror, wanting to see if I looked different.
Boy I did. My hair was now predominately red-brown. My lips carried black, red and pink and my skin had the tinge of pink mixed with gray and white. I saw the feint blue of my veins, odd, for I had yet to see veins in any of the Cullens. My neck, my shoulders, and even the shape of my face had changed. I saw myself completely differently than Edward did. I anticipated seeing how much more handsome my love hand become.
No. I remembered the cause of my heart ache and sighed.
“What is it, Bells? You can tell me,” Emma prodded, still driving.
“You can’t tell,” I warned.
Emma swerved off the road into a nearby McDonnald’s. I raised my eyebrows as she parked and she shrugged. “Who’s gonna look for us here?”
“Alice?” I reminded.
“Can she see people when the make split-second decisions?”
I nodded emphatically.
“Oh. Well, hurry then.”
“Okay.” I took a deep breath, “ I am worried that Edward does not love me any more because of what my talent is. I am a tracker, like James, and as far as I know, all trackers are evil.”
“Are you evil?”
“Are you a tracker?”
“Then there you go. Not all trackers are evil.”
“What about Edward?” I asked, beyond terrified of her answer.
Emma was tentative with her answer, “I don’t know, Bella. I really don’t. If Edward loved you, and trust me, that boy does, then he won’t care if you are a tracker. It might have shocked him when he first heard it; he could associate trackers with evil as well. But, as we have just proven that evil and trackers are not synonymous, there will not be a problem.
“You know what? Your little extra gift (and yes, extra gift. I am convinced that Carlisle was wrong and you do have two of ‘em) will be helpful. You will know when the Quileutes get to Denali or when the Volturi are coming. In case something slips up with Alice.”
I shrugged, “Never thought of it that way,”
“NO! Really?” my best friend mocked me, making me laugh.
“Whatever. C’mon. Let’s get up to Denali.”
“We are expected,” I whispered.
“You just proved my point!” Emma laughed as she started up the car, “I don’t think that normal trackers would know that they were expected from over four hundred miles away. YOU are special!”
“Special? Maybe special-ed!” I teased back,
“I wanna be special-ed-ular!”
“I was first!”
“Oh my goodness! Shut up!” Emma declared, “You win.”
I stuck out my tongue. “Excellent,”
We laughed and I reached to turn on the radio. Instead, a cd buzzed to life. “Alice made it for me,” Emma told me.
“Okay. Should be good,” I pressed play.
Here It Goes Again by OK Go played. I could never remember the lyrics to the song, but it was the coolest music video ever. Naturally, it was Emma who had first shown it to me. (IF YOU ALL HAVE NOT SEEN THIS THING, GO TO YOU TUBE AND TYPE IT IN! IT IS OMFG AMAZING!)
The two hour car trip was amazing and fun. It was hysterical.
When we pulled into the familiar drive of the Denali household, I did not have to have Emma carry me. I walked in my own bare toes. It was not snowing but it was as cold. Emma did as well. When we got to the door, we each slipped on flats before ringing the bell. Instantly, the door was opened by Kate.
“Isabella, Emma,” she purred with a grin, “We have been waiting for you. Do come in.”
We nodded and stepped in the door. I winced at the loud, hollow sound that our flats made against the wood floor. The rest of the Denali coven and my family was seated in the sitting room. There was amazingly enough furniture for everyone.
“We were wondering where you had gotten off to,” Esme said before hugging each of us.
“We stopped for milkshakes,” Emma shrugged.
We both burst out giggling, the confused Cullens and Denali’s not having a clue as to why.
“C’mon,” Alice grabbed my hand, “Let’s go get you settled in,”
I laughed and followed her up the stairs. With a glance over my shoulder, I saw the disheartened look in Edward’s eyes and my happy mood fell. Emma was wrong.
- Chapter 1-Saturday Moring
- Chapter 2 - Saturday's Explanations
- Chapter 3 - Monday's Shopping Trip
- Chapter 4 - Tuesday's Adventure Into Enemy Territory
- Chapter 5 - New Faces on Wednesday
- Chapter 6- Mike's Opps-Up on Thursday
- Chapter 7 - Partying All Friday Night
- Chapter 8 - Fun in the Hidden Sun on Saturday
- Chapter 9 - Sunday?s Observation of Disconsolate Love
- Chapter 10 - Remembering Him on Monday
- Chapter 11 - Forgetting Him on Tuesday
- Chapter 12 - For lack of a better, less explanitory name and me having not come up with one to my regrets, the chapter twelve shall be henceforth known and properly called, ehhm, FINALLY!
- Chapter 13 - Conversations
- Chapter 14 - Emma and Edward's Late Night Conversation
- Chapter 15 - Playtime
- Chapter 16 - The Cause
- Chapter 17 - Dirty Little Secrets
- Chapter 18 - Kentucky
- Chapter 19 - Yukon Ho!
- Chapter 20 - Stone Angel
- Chapter 21 - Dammit Emmett! This is an Incognito Thing!
- Chapter 22 - Hate This Place
- Chapter 23 - A Sembalance of Normalcy
- Chapter 24 - Wedding Bells Are Ringing
- Chapter 25 - Chapter One
- Author's Note
- Chapter 27 - WAKING NIGHTMARE
- Chapter One - Beautiful
- Chapter Two - Necessary
- Chapter Three - Foreigners
- Chapter Four - Accidentally So
- Chapter Five - Unbelievable
- Chapter Six - Fighting It
- Chapter Seven - Over Dramatic
- Chapter Eight - Haunting
- Chapter 36 - Just for fun!
- Chapter Nine - The Best Course?
- Chapter Ten - On the Road
- Chapter Eleven - Hurt
- Chapter Twelve - Resolution
- Chapter Thirteen - It Starts Again
- Chapter 42 - Authors Note
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