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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.

40. Chapter Twelve - Resolution

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Chapter Twelve - Resolution

When Edward Cullen walked down the stairs, his face that of a defeated man, he was greeted with the cold glares of his coven and contempt from the Denalis. He let out a heavy, gut-wrenching sigh, one that made everyone else forgive. At least a little bit more. At least, almost every one. Naturally, one person could not be swayed.

“You’re an asshole,” Emma spat at him, her violet eyes full of hate. Actual, cold blooded hate.

“What’s it to you?” Edward snarled back.

“How could you do that to her? She has enough problems and then you go and say those wretched things!” Emma screamed.

“And she didn’t say anything back!” Alice came to her brother’s defense.

“After the damn milkshake conversation! Edward!! How could you?” she screeched. “Bella has enough problems right now and then you go and add more to her plate. Some husband you are!”

That one hurt. It hurt every one, even Emma. “That came out wrong,” she whispered.

“You think?” Alice acerbically snapped.

“Bite me,” Emma sneered, “Edward, Izzie and yes, I mean Izzie, is going through a changing mental process. She doubts everything, herself especially. Your love for her was a constant in her life and for the second time, she thinks that you are leaving her. Now, she has nothing. Nothing will bring her back. Not this time,”

“There’s always that wolf,” Tanya pointed out.

Emma, who still had no control over her powers, “accidentally” threw her against the wall while she made sure that Edward kept her gaze. “No, there is not. She has already cut her ties with them. They are coming right now to kill her, or did we forget that little episode she had? Your wife is going to die now thinking that you hate her. Good job,”

She clutched her head, and tired to get them all to understand. “Never repeat of word of this,” she threatened them all. “I would never ever ever tell anyone this but it is the only thing that I can think of to get you to understand. Whenever… whe… whenever Logan died, I was a mess. Just ask Luke. I was. I did absolutely nothing because the only thing that I had to live for was gone. I ldid not care a bout school or my family or friends, my job, my looks, nothing. I just could not give a damn about anything any more. Nothing mattered.

“One day, a man broke into our doublewide. He threatened to shoot me if I ever told the police that I saw him. For me, it was the perfect out, not suicide but murder; still death was the result. I asked him to do it anyway. I didn’t want to live, I told him, all I wanted in the world was to die.

“Naturally, he was curious and asked me why I was so depressed that death was the only option. I told him how Logan had died and that, as my fiancé, he as my world. I will never know the man's name but he told me something that I will never forget. ‘Anyone can give up, it's the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that's true strength.’”

She took an unneeded deep breath. “Last September, Edward told Bella that he did not love her.” Edward winced while most of his family appeared shocked. He had never told them what he said to Bella as he left. “That was when her world ended as well. That was when she would have chosen death because it was better than living. Her soul disappeared; she was worse than a zombie. There was nothing, just an empty shell. I think she ate once a day, if that. I now she did not care about her family, her school, her friends, her work, and most certainly not her looks. She gave up.

“Then, after the whole jump off the cliff thing, her world came back to this twisted perverted perfect norm. She was whole again; more than while, actually, because she had another to help her live. And, you asked her to marry her. She said yes and was never happier. Even when she told Jacob goodbye forever, even when she lost Charlie and her human friends, even when she died, she still was the happiest that she could ever be.

“And you fucked it up, Edward. Trackers aren’t evil and I don’t get why you think that they are. James was one tracker and you can’t judge an entire group by the actions of one. You tried your hand at tracking as well. You sucked at it, but it still counts. You weren’t evil. But when Carlisle announced one of Bella’s talents, you flipped. You just couldn’t believe it. Sweet, little, innocent Bella had a darker side. She is a tracker. Automatically, you made her evil in your mind. YOU’RE HER HUSBAND! HOW COULD YOU THINK THAT YOUR WIFE IS EVIL!

“You are the only person who knows Izzie better than I do, Edward, and you should know that she is not, let me make this so dam clear, not evil. Izzie is a being of all that is good and right in this world. She stands up for those who can’t defend themselves and she always does what is right, even if it hurts her. How can she be evil? Yet you thought of her as such.

“When you thought that, she knew it instinctively. Edward, she knew. Now, she thinks she is evil. Worse, she thinks that you hate her, the exact opposite of loving her, something that is much much worse than your death. Your death she might not be able to live with, but for you to be alive and in love with someone else,” Emma threw a nasty look at Tanya, “Is worse than your death. Because it means that she wasn’t good enough and that you are too good, too perfect. We both know that you are not, but she certainly seems to think that you are superman and can do no wrong. Hardy har har, wouldn’t you agree?

“All in all, what I am saying is that you have just condemned your wife to an endless eternity of belief that she is evil and that you do not love her. It was hard to bring Izzie back from the unloved human. As an unloved vampire, it is going to be damn near impossible!”

Emma turned and started walking to the door. “Where are you going?” Eleazar asked. Emma was obviously not welcome in their home anymore.

“I’m finding my sister. Then, hell, I don’t know. I don’t give a damn. But I am finding Izzie, to make sure she doesn’t be an ass and go visit the Voltures.”

“Volturi,” Kate immediately corrected.

“It doesn’t matter,” Emma said as she went outside.

“You should go after her,” Esme gently laid a hand on Edward.

“Bella thinks I hate her?” he whispered in agony.

“According to Emma,” his mother answered.

Alice looked like she would have cried and leaned on Jasper for support. He was doing all he could for the torrential emotions that swirled around the room. He had tried to calm Emma down, and wondered if had succeeded at all. If so, what would she be like when she was really angry. Rosalie stood stock still, her mouth hanging wide open, collecting dust. Even Emmett did not have the brains to come up with a way to lighten the mood. Because, then, it would have been a sin against the world to take away from the gravity of the situation. All of the Cullens and the Denalis understood that they had all wronged Bella. They all immediately associated her with the evil that was James and Victoria when Emma had so carefully pointed out that she was anything but.

“I don’t hate her.” Edward tearlessly sobbed. It was the only time that an of his family had seen him openly cry. “How could I hate that angel?”

Out of nowhere, Emma appeared. Grabbing Edward by the ear, she threw him out the front door. “This is the part where you brush past me while telling me to go screw myself and go on to find Izzie and convince her of your love!” she screamed so loudly that the windowpanes rattled.

“Right.” Edward nodded. He took off running in the Alaskan night, his figure gone seconds after he left the house.

Emma turned to face the rest of the open mouthed covens. “What?”

Edward had never run so hard. Not even when he was saving Bella. Then, he thought that he had given it his all. Now, he knew that his all would never match Bella’s need. Every time he found her in danger, he went faster. He would always get faster. Then, he pushed past exhaustion and insanity, following her scent. She probably knew that he was coming; she could feel him like she felt the wolves ascending on them.

She was running now. He had to catch her. She was fast, zigzagging between trees and mountains. He had to catch he. He just had to. Edward increased his speed astromatically, faster than was possible, he ran. He caught sight of her! even wit her newborn strength, she could not out race him. Not with the kick he had. With a final lung, she stretched out and tackled her. Both of their icy bodies went flying down to the ground. They landed with an oomph in the snow. Edward looked down into her blood curdling eyes. In them, he saw Bella. Despite their color, he saw her soul.

Her chest rose up and down. She was exhausted and still breathed habitually. The snow covered both of them, not melting. It layered in her heart shaped face and threaded itself through her magnificent hair. Only one thought could permeate his mind.

“I love you.” He breathed out.

My breath hitched in my throat. I looked into his shining golden eyes and all I saw was love. Pure unbridled love. I could not help it. I opened my mouth to confess my love for him, but all I could do was laugh. How could I not? The most perfect man in the world was still in love with me. He still loved me. He loves me. HE LOVES ME!

Edward smiled down at me. I leaned up to kiss him. His lips were hot and passionate, my still heart was furiously beating in my chest. How could it not? He loved me!

“Forgive me, Bella. I was so wrong. So wrong,” he said, his lips still on mine.

“You did nothing wrong.”

“No. I did. I can’ believe… I don’t know why… How could… Silly Bella. You thought I didn’t love you?”

He had sat up, and was now on his heels. I sat up, resting my weight on my palms. I nodded. “Yes. But it’s okay!” I added, seeing his alarmed face. “I… I am a monster. I mean. Trackers are evil, no matter what Emma says. They are. And as long as you don’t mind me being evil, I promise I will keep myself in check.”

“BELLA!” Edward roared, making me flinch. “I will only say this once. You are not evil. You cannot be evil. You are the epitome of goodness and Emma, was right, I am an asshole, and I am going to spend the rest of eternity and beyond, trying to make it up to you. I swear, Isabella Marie Cullen, I will forever love and cherish you and make you understand that Trackers are not evil.”

“James was evil.” I pointed out.

“So was Hitler. But can we say that Germany is evil today? Or what about England? Henry VII and Bloody Mary were pretty evil. But England isn’t evil.”

“That’s because you can’t call a country evil because of their rulers.” I rolled my eyes.

He nodded. “Exactly. And we can’t judge trackers by James. He was evil and twisted. THough, I suppose that that would come from having Victoria as a mate.”

He got what he wanted. I laughed. Edward smiled and pulled me onto his chest. “Bella, I love you.”

I clung to his shirt. “Edward, I love you too.”

“Even if I am an asshole?”

“Especially if,” I teased.


Together, we walked, not ran, but walked back to the house. It was nice to have time alone. When we got back to the house several hours later, every vampire gave us smiles. Each and every person gave me a hug and appologized. I kept saying that I was not mad, that I had thought that I was evil too. That did little to abate any of their regrets.

I looked at Tanya. Any traces of lust that I had imagined were long gone. She gave me a kind look and I knew that she would not try to win Edward’s heart. For the first time, ever, I believed that it was all mine.

“Izzie!” Emma shrieked when she saw me.

Emma. The only person who never believed I was evil. The one friend I had in the rough twenty-four hours. I gave her a smile and suddenly, she was the last person in the world that I wanted to see. Suddenly, for no reason, I was angry to see Emma. Why?

Instinctively, I gave her a warm smile. She hugged me and winked. Did she know that I suddenly craved space? Did she know why because I sure had no idea. She then gave Edward a hug. I knew that something was wrong.