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Nightshade - Waking Nightmare

Summary:
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!


Notes:
Be happy that I don't own this. Or sad. If I did, Bella would already be a vampire. But, she's not. Darn.


4. Chapter 4 - Tuesday's Adventure Into Enemy Territory

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Chapter Four - Tuesday’s Adventure into Enemy Territory

Emma let me sleep in on Tuesday. She waited until eight to bounce on my bed.

“Come on! Come on! It’s a brand new day. Be happy!” she squealed.

I turned over and pulled the covers up past my head. Apparently, she hadn’t been expecting the sudden jerk because she was on the floor with a thump. “Emma!” I flung the sheets away and scrambled down beside my friend. She lay on her back, surprise still in her expression.

“Well, that was unexpected,” she muttered.

“I know,” I helped her up, “I thought humans were marginally weaker than vampires,”

“I don’t know. I just know that you made me fall,” she said before she thrust her lower lip out into a pretty pout. It would have made any boy’s heart melt. I was insanely jealous.

“Are you ready to go meet Jacob?” Her expression quickly changed into one of intense anticipation. It figures, my new roommate would be the only vampire to ever become excited about the prospect of meeting a werewolf. The thought froze me. Emma was a new vampire. She refused to eat, anything. Including animals. That was a normal choice on her part. She had been a vegetarian before she was turned. That would explain her aversion to blood, even from animals. I suppose that it should be especially from animals. Jake was a fairly new werewolf. I was bringing a new, starving vampire who had no idea of the natural animosity to werewolves, into their den, where they were comfortable and well-fed, ready for a fight. Emma would probably cock her head and say that she was confused. Taking Emma to them would be bad. It was a stupid idea. Why had I planted the idea in her mind? She would not back down, not now.

I could suggest to her a different idea. That’s were Emma’s power of determination came from. It had to be what had her immediate attention and focus. She was not good at thinking forward and she had a bad memory most of the time.

“What about we go to forest today? There are a couple of beautiful spots that I want you too see.” I suggested.

Emma smiled brightly. “That’s sounds like fun. We can do that tomorrow. It’s supposed to be sunny. I want to meet this Jacob that you mention so much,”

“I don’t talk about Jake that much,” I said, confused.

“You do in your sleep. I try not to listen because I don’t want to invade your privacy. But sometimes, you say the most interesting things. You talk about Jake a lot.”

“Good stuff or bad stuff?” I blushed bright red.

“I don’t know. Mostly it is ‘Don’t hurt him, please, for me, Jake, don’t hurt him. Edward. Run. Run, Edward, run!’” she screamed, echoing my voice. My insides turned to icy. Did I say that?

Emma looked at me funnily. I would have given anything at that moment to know what she was thinking. She wrinkled her nose and shrugged her shoulders.

“What?” I asked, suddenly self--conscious under her scrutiny.

“Nothing. I was just thinking. Hurry up and eat. I wanna go to-”

“All right, all right. Will you just shut up? You are too chipper in the mornings, you know that?”I grumbled

“I’ve always been a morning person. I’ll get you up early sometime so you can watch the sun come up with me. It is the best way to start the day. Much better than a lousy sunset,” she said.

“Okay. Go on down stairs, I’ll meet you in a minute.” I told her.

“Okey dokey!” she sang as she danced just as gracefully out of the room as Alice, though Emma’s style of dance was the complete opposite of Alice.

I pulled on a pair of jeans and pink tank top with a white shrug. I would leave my hair down. Emma had fiddled with it with rollers the night before. It looked halfway decent for once. Downstairs, Emma already had my bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice waiting for me.

“Emma!” I whined.

She grinned at my discomfort and annoyance. It made her happy to make me unhappy. That was the essence of true friendship.

“I was just helping you out,” she impishly grinned.

I fixed my mouth in a contorted form of anger as I sat down. It was not even soggy and the orange juice was still chilled. How long had she had it sitting out there?


“I’m going to go put on my clothes,” she said. I then noticed that she was still in her pajamas. She was the only vampire that I had met that wore pajamas.

I nodded, “Be safe,” I kidded.

“I think that I will be fine if I can make up the stairs with out falling,” she quipped back in a light tone.

“You better take it slow, then,” I bantered.

“Will do,”

She made a production of slowly walking to the stairs and then up them. I laughed as she became so absorbed in making fun of me that her foot actually caught the first stair.

“Ow,” she muttered.

I shook my head and went back my breakfast. Emma was the clumsiest vampire that I had ever met, and she was no where near my rival. I could not help but wonder what that would mean for me when I did change. Would I have grace like Alice or would I be even worse than Emma, who still retained grace and poise, at the price of poor mental skills.

The minutes ticked by. Emma had been hopping up and down earlier. Now, she was taking forever. What was she doing? I washed my dishes and put them away before I walked silently up the stairs. I wanted to see her before she became aware of my presence. This never would have worked with Alice or Edward or any of the other Cullens. They all were too attuned to my presence and my smell. But not Emma. Emma was a new vampire and she did not pay as close attention as the Cullens.

My silence and the fact that I had nearly tripped on the second stair was worth what I saw. Emma was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, trying on different shirts. She looked like she was having a difficult time discerning between a black lace camisole with a matching jacket or a gray tank top with a magenta dragon and a black athletic jacket. A giggle slipped out. I instantly blushed and Emma was alerted to my appearance.

Her reaction was not one that I had been expecting. She looked relieved, “Excellent, Izzie. I need help. What should I wear?”


I looked her up and down. Her beautiful dark brown mane had been curled and hung below the middle of her back. She managed to somehow make her blood red eyes look pretty and appear to be smokey. Heavy concealer and powder practically hid the deep shadows under her eyes. She had put a thin layer of clear gloss on her lips and had the audacity to wear a push-up bra despite the fact that her chest needed no help with cleavage. She had on dark blue jeans and a thin, silver chain belt. It matched her silver flip fops and her maroon painted toenails.

“The gray tank top with the black jacket,” I answered after a moment’s deliberation. I thought that it would look better. Emma’s actions showed how much she differed from Alice. Alice, though I loved her dearly, would often use my opinion as for which one not to wear. Emma, on the other hand, quickly pulled the tank top over her head and smoothed out the wrinkles before slipping into the jacket. She ran into my room and put the already folded black top into her duffel bag. She pushed her black razr into her pocket and spun around. She was ready.

I grinned, despite the fact that I was still very nervous about the fact that I was bringing Emma, a baby by her kinds standards, to a pack of somewhat grown werewolves. Emma chatted excitedly the whole way up. She was positive that she was going to love Jacob and his family and that they would be nice and… I stopped paying attention after she said ‘and that we’ after about ten times.

Emma stopped talking and squealed. “I love this song!”

I listened. I could only hear the rumble of the truck’s old engine and the tires on the pavement.

“Speed up,” Emma ordered as she rolled down the window.

“What are you doing?” I hissed.

She did hear me. “Hey!” she called to the car beside us. The man driving it looked to be in his mid-twenties. He did a double take when he saw the super model like Emma hanging out her window, trying to talk to him. “What channel is that?”

“One-Oh-Four point Six!” he called back.

She smiled, “Thanks!”


He tried to say more, but Emma’s attention was already elsewhere. She rolled the window back up and spun the radio’s dial. Safety Dance by Men Without Hats, came on. I looked incredulously at her. All the trouble for a two minute song that was already halfway over. I shook my head. Only Emma.

I joined in with her as we sang at the top of our lungs. As good as Emma was at singing, she still viciously butchered the song.

After a twenty-five minute drive, my apprehension had reached a new level. I was down right terrified to pull into Jacob’s driveway. I hadn’t even asked Charlie what he had said. If Emma got hurt or worse, I would be responsible. I could hear Edward’s voice. ‘Don’t be stupid, stay safe,’ it was saying. Too late. I was turning into the Quileute Reserve.

Finally, the time came. I turned off the engine and climbed out, afraid for Emma’s life and for mine. Sam, Embry, Paul, and Jared sat around Jacob on the porch. I tentatively waved, no t sure if they were there for our protection or for Jacob’s. Jared was the only one who waved back. I heard Jacob’s low but intense growl from my spot by the car. I accidentally shuddered.


Emma was either oblivious or did not care about the thick tension that radiated off the werewolves. She smiled with her bright, perfect teeth. She took my hand in her, and walked up to meet the Quileutes wolves, my once-upon-a-time friends. She squeezed my hand reassuringly, I was disseminating anxiety. Some of that stress was alleviated when I realized that she had put her sunglasses on like I had told her too.

When we walked up the steps, I mumbled, “Hi, guys.” My face as turned down to the floor.

“Bella,” Jacob said curtly, “Charlie said that you needed to speak with me,”

I nodded, “I just wanted ot see how you were doing. I have missed you,”


“I am fine, Bella. If I wanted to talk to you, I would have answered your calls,” he growled.


It felt like part of me had been short, the pain was so terrible. Tear sprang to my eyes and they threatened to fall. I quickly wiped them away with the back of my hand.


“What happened to us, Jake? We were so close.”

“What happened? Bella, you chose that leech! That’s what happened. You chose a living hell. You chose a monster.” Jake yelled.


I cowered under his tone for the briefest moment before I resolutely stood my ground. I needed to defend Edward. “He’s not a monster, Jacob Black! He is a good person. He tries his best to survive with something that the had no choice in.” I retorted.

“Carlisle had a choice. And he chose to make them monsters,” he seethed. “Besides,” his voice became lower, “You had a choice, you have a choice. And you are choosing to be one of them.”


“How does that change anything?” I whispered.

“How doesn't everything change, Bells?” he asked, using my old nickname.

“Ah, touché,” Emma approvingly said from beside me.

“Emma!” I snapped.

“What?” she shrugged, uncertain as to what she was in trouble for.

“You are supposed to be help me when Jake back.” I sounded like I had explained this a million times.

“Got’cha,” Emma held up her thumb and winked before staring hard at the four on the porch. “I know this is dumb, but I wasn’t paying attention. Which one is Jake?”


I groaned, “The one that I was talking to. Jacob Black. Jake is short for Jacob. Get it?”


“Oh yeah,” Emma’s grin quickly faded, “You know, I am not sure if you have figured this out yet, but I think that he is mad at you, Izzie.”


I slapped my forehead with my palm. “You think?”

“Frequently. What does that have to do with anything?” she asked, puzzled.

“Who is she?” Jacob asked, dumfounded. The others stared, just as curious.

“This is part of the reason why I cam up here. This is Emma Jewell and we need help,” I introduced Emma and her cause.

“Hi!” Emma perkily exclaimed with a wave of her hand.

“Victoria?” This time, it was Same who spoke. He sounded alarmed.

“No,” I started to say but Billy’s voice from behind me made me jump.

“Well, hello Emma,”

“AHH!’ Emma screamed and jumped high. High for vampires, even.


She pulled me up, too. That was the first time that I had ever seen a vampire be surprised suddenly. Jacob’s eyes widened in recognition as Emma realized what she had done. She pulled me close so that I would not hit the ground with the force that would break my leg again.

“Sorry,” she mumbled to me before turning to Billy, “Well, hi!” Her cheery view of life was back in place.

That took Billy by surprise. He go over it soon, and snarled at me, “What did you bring her here for? It is against the treaty!”

Paul started to growl, menaicingly. Emma glared at him. I was forced to quell the urge to smack my hefad. This was going to be difficult. “The treaty does not apply to me or to Emma.” I tried to use Emma’s calm voice. So far, I had only managed to sound less frantic.

“The hell it doesn’t! It goes for all vampires!” Paul said.

Emma sniffed the air, “Izzie, do you smell that?”

The Quileutes all tensed, smelling the air. I breathe in deeply. As I had expected, only the smell of dirt and pine lingered in my nose.

“No,”

“It’s… no, it can’t be… it is!” she sniffed again, “It’s pizza! It is divine! Can you smell it, Izzie,” Emma leaned forward and inhaled Bill’s aroma. Billy looked terrified and confused, “Did you just eat pizza? Oh, Izzie! That is such a grand idea! After we’re finished here, let’s go get pizza. I am famished. I have been for ever. Maybe I’m getting ready to have a growth spurt. I hope so. Being short has it’s perks and all, but I am ready to grow. I’ve been this height since eighth grade.” she rambled in one breath.

The Quileutes looked bewildered that Emma had said that all in one breath. I was not. I had more pressing matters to attend to.

“You would not be so hungry if you ate something!” I hissed.

“But I did!” she protested.

“Really?” I said, both relieved and astounded.

“Yeah. Before you came down, I had two bowls of cereal, a banana and almost the entire carton of orange juice.”

“Emma!” I tried to strangle her with my hands. It did nothing except make her smile, which aggravated me even further. “I don’t mean people food! I mean vampire food! You need to hunt!”

Emma’s cold fingers clasped tightly around my wrists. She pried them quickly but deliberately off her neck, “No. I. Don’t.” she softly seethed, “We have had this conversation too many times. I am not, do you hear me, not going to kill and innocent. Not an animal, not a human. I will do just fine on normal food. People food, if you prefer to call it that. I can assure you that I will never EVER eat another animal.”

“You can’t just starve yourself, Emma. You need to embrace what you are.” I shrieked.

“I have embraced it. I am liking it. I love be a vampire! Can’t you tell how damn happy I am?” she screamed.


“Frankly I can’t!” I snapped.

“Then you are blind, because I am happy!” she said, her hands clenched in tight fists, “Why can’t you just be happy? I’m not killing anything. I’m doing so good at being normal and yo…you’re ruining it, Izzie.”

I was stunned. I had no idea that that was how Emma felt. It never occurred to me that she was trying to be normal. Was it her way of coming to terms with it?

Emma’s head hung in shame.

“Because you are not normal.” Sam’s voice rang out from behind me. I spun around as did Emma. “You aren’t normal. You have been given a gift, a wonderful and horrible gift. As evil as it may be, you have to accept it. Accept it and move on.”

It sounded ot me like Sam had given this speech many times to the newer, more cautious recruits. However generic it may have been, Emma responded to it.


“How would you know? We are natural enemies, apparently, you and I. You hate me on principle, though I have done nothing to deserve it.” Emma spat a little bit of venom.

The remainder of the pack stood, tense, ready to come to their leader’s aid. Emma’s stance became offensive. She moved in front of me as well.

“Stop!” Billy thundered his order. Everyone looked at him. “She doesn’t know what happened,”


“What?” Emma said defensively, “Did I say something? Or was it the fact that I accidentally spit when I spoke?”

“Emma, that wasn’t spit,” I whispered. “It was venom.”

“What?” she gasped.

“She is right, vampire. It was not saliva but the venom that you naturally secrete.”

Emma’s covered eyes widened in shock. “Oh,” she took on a backing pose, “I didn’t realize … I didn’t mean to offend any one.”

“I is all right, Emma.” I wrapped an arm around her, “No on is mad. It was an accident.”

“I did not know that that I produced venom.” she stated in her calm voice again.

“You do. that venom is the most harmful thing that you have, especially for a human.” Sam warned.

Emma nodded, “Okay. Venom and humans don’t mix. What else?”

“You should probably ask the Cullens. They know more about this than us,” Sam answered.

Emma giggled. “Of course. Duh, that makes sense. What a stupid question. You all are werewolves, not vampires. Sorry, my mistake.” She giggled some more, “So, what is it like being a werewolf? I have so many questions. Izzie didn’t know half of them,”

“Excuse me? I don’t think that I heard you correctly,” Sam made a show out of cleaning his ear.

“What is it like being a werewolf?” Emma said every word slowly and clearly, pausing a second in between each one. “Like I said, I have so many questions. Does any of you have a little while? There is a lot that I want to know.”

Everyone stared dumbly at her. It was like she had grown a third head; her request went against the laws of nature.

“You want to sit down and talk?” Embry asked in disbelief.

“Well, yeah,” Emma grinned, “Izzie has told me so much about all of you. It is neat to finally be able to put names with faces.”

I blushed and looked down at my feet. What I had told Emma, I had meant to be a friendly warning.

“Com on, Izzie. Don’;t get so embarrassed all the time,” Emma mocked my discomfort.


“Why don’t you kids go around back. Sam I need to talk.” Billy suggested in a way that allowed it to be an order.

By the look on Jacob’s face, I knew that he would rather be doing anything else. Paul grimmaced. Without warning, he took off running, shredding his clothes. He was gone in seconds. Sam bristled and nodded to his pack.


“Sure thing, Mr. Black,” Embry said. “This way,”

In the back, I saw something new. “You have a trampoline?” I asked Jacob.
He nodded but did not look at me.

Emma walked over and inhaled. “It smells like sweat and metal,”

“That would be the factory,” Jacob said scathingly.


“I knew that,” Emma snapped, “You have a trampoline. That is so cool,” She pushed the unmoving sunglasses farther up against her face.

“So,” I said as we all looked down.


“So,” Embry echoed after a minute of silence.

The silence was heavy and awkward. I had no idea on what to do or say. What could one say in a situation like that? Emma knew what to say. I had momentarily forgot Emma and the important fact that Emma does not like silence.


“You lot are so boring.” she declared.

“Huh?” Embry was startled out of his reverie.

“Really. You guys are just plain dull. Normal people, and I know, Izzie is really the only normal person here,” she tapped her chin thoughtfully, “So I guess that that makes you abnormal, Izzie.” she giggled and I couldn’t help but playfully stick my tongue out, “Anyway, most people talk to each other. We converse, learn about each other. All you four do is look at your feet.”

Emma had hoped to get a rile out of us. No one responded, though Embry looked her in her hidden eyes. She threw her hands up in exasperation and angrily sighed.

“Fine! I am going to go talk to myself. Call me Izzie, when it is time to go,” she said before she stormed off. She didn’t go far, perhaps twenty feet before she sat down. Her musical voice full of fury carried across the wind.

“Hi Emma, how are you doing?

“I’m doing just fine and dandy, Emma. How are you?

“Not so hot. I’m up at the Quileute Reservation, meeting some of Izzie’s friends. They won’t talk to me on account of the whole vampire thing.

“Oh, how rude!

“That is what I thought. So, I’m talking to you,

“You made a good choice, Emma. I am excellent company.

“Why, thank you, Emma. And I love your company. It is almost as good as my own.” She laughed.

Embry chuckled, “I don't care. Even if she is a vampire, I can’t help but like Emma.”

He went over and sat down next to Emma. “May I join your delightful conversation?”

Emma eyed him suspiciously, “Are you going to be boring?”

“No,”

“Then, of course. We,” she gestured to an invisible self, “Are discussing the finer points of the color purple,”

“Really?” Embry sounded very interested.

I laughed. Only Emma. Jacob took my arm and pulled me aside. Jared took the hint to join the ‘deep’ color conversation.

“We need to talk,” he gravely said.

“You are right,” I answered.

“Bells, as much as I hate to say it, your friend needs to hunt.” He chose his words carefully, “If she does not, one day, she will just go berserk and kill everything in her path. Even you,” he warned.

“I know,” I agreed, “I’m trying to convince her that she needs some nourishment. She won’t listen. She refuses to become a ‘monster’” I quoted her words, scoffing.

“Have her drink from animals, Bells. She won’t be a complete monster then.”

“She’s not a monster now, Jake. She may not be human, but Emma is most certainly not a monster. That is beside the point. The point, Jacob Black, is the Emma refuses to even drink from animals. She was a vegetarian as a human and she’ll be damned if she hurts an animal now.”

Jacob rubbed his temple,” That does complicate matters.”


“I know,” I sighed.

“Why don’t you take Emma home. If we think of something, we will let you know,”

I nodded, knowing that he just wanted me to leave. “Okay. Good bye, Jake.” I said, “I hope to see you soon.”

Jake bobbed his shoulders up and down, “Maybe,”

Jacob’s rejection hurt. I hid it from Emma when I said that it was time to go.

“Bye, guys! See you soon! Maybe you can come down for dinner sometime.” Emma called over her shoulder to Jared and Jared.

“That would be awesome, Emma! Thanks!” Jared called back. “Bye!”

“Yeah! See yah, Emma!” Embry returned.

Emma smiled, “I see why you like them so much.”

“Mhmn. What did you talk about?” I asked as we got into my truck.

“Why I don’t take my sunglasses off,” she said offhandedly.

“Oh,”

Emma threw up breakfast on the way home. She agreed not to eat anything for the rest of the day. When we arrive home, I needed think. So, I put in Romeo and Juliet before I sat back and thought. Edward would be back late Saturday, most likely early Sunday. Emma needed blood. Fast. I did not want her to go berserk with no warning. I could not teach her how to hunt. Neither would the Quileutes. The Cullens would be too late to return. That only left one option. Road trip.