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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.

41. Chapter Thirteen - It Starts Again

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Chapter Thirteen - It Starts Again

“What’s going on?” I asked, fear making my voice high.

I felt Edward stiffen beside me. He knew. I looked at everyone else. They knew. I wanted to know. I looked at Emma. She smiled pleasantly before kissing my cheek.

“See you later, Izzie.”

“What the heck is going on?”

“Emma is no longer welcome in our home,” Carmen said softly.

I whirled around. The Spanish vampire sighed. While I looked at her in disbelief, Tanya came to stand behind me. Her gentle hand on my shoulder was the only thing that alerted me to her presence. It was her soothing voice that explained everything.

“She attacked me, sweetheart. She is uncontrollable and dangerous. Even Carlisle can find no way to prove that this was an accident. She must leave.”

“It was an accident! She doesn’t have control of her talent yet! She threw Luke up against a wall too and he let it go! You can too!”

Eleazar stood beside his wife. “That doesn’t matter. The decision has been made.”

“Carlisle!” I screamed, turning to face our father. “Can’t you do something! Tell them that she’s not dangerous!”

My father sighed. “Bella, I feel the same as you. But this is not our house. It is theirs and we must abide by their rules.”

“Why can’t we all leave?” Rosalie demanded.

“We can’t just turn our back on family!” Edward yelled.

“Carlisle,” Esme said in her soft voice. “Let us all leave. We will not abandon family.”

Carlisle would give her anything. “As you wish. Emma?”

We all turned. Emma was long gone. “What the-?” Emmett began.

“She left before Bella even began to talk to Carmen.” Irina said from the opposite side of the room. Right by the door.

“NO!” I screamed. Any feelings of animosity to my best friend suddenly evaporated. Later, I believed that I only imagined them, they were so brief. “We’ve got to follow her!”

“We don’t know where she wold go,” Jasper protested.

“I don’t give a damn,” I snapped. I had no idea that I was repeating Emma’s exact words until Edward told me. “I am her best friend, her sister practically. I will find her.”

“Dear Bella,” Tanya said comfortingly, “The snow has swiftly fallen since her departure. The tracks will be mostly covered, near impossible for us even to see.”

“Tracker, remember?” I snarled.

“Right,” Tanya muttered.

“C’mon.” Rosalie said. I turned and followed her.

Simultaneously, we hopped into her BMW. She thrust the keys in the ignition; the engine roared to life. As a human, it was barely audible. Now, it was like distant thunder. We sped off, down the only road there was. I leaned over the edge of the car, watching the road. I tried to listen. I could hear the distant rumble of the Saleen, but it mingled with the life of the convertible. “She turned right up ahead.” I said.

I did not see what Rosalie’s reaction was. A few seconds later, she made a sharp turn right and we sped down the highway, back to the border. As far as I could tell, Emma was going back to Forks, though I did not know why. My mind barely flickered with thoughts of Embry, but, as I was unsure how deep their bond was, I did not seriously consider it. We drove for another hour, slowly gaining on her. She was zigzagging, knowing Emma, seeing the sights. Rosalie and I both rolled our eyes when we passed the World’s Biggest Ball of Yarn. We were definitely on the right track.

Do you know where we found Emma? Trying to go skinny dipping in the Puget Sound. That’s right, the tard was going to go skinny dipping in Alaska. You do know that to go skinny dipping, you had to be naked. So she was going to get naked and jump in the Puget Sound. Which, is in Alaska. Alaska is cold, even if it is sunny out all day and summer. It is still ridiculously cold and makes Forks look like a tropical paradise. So, to sum it all up, Emma was going to get naked and jump in the frigid water in Alaska.

The above mentioned insult is not truly an insult but rather a stated fact, true and undeniable. She was an idiot.

“Hey!” She gave us a bright smile from the ground. She was taking off her flats. “What’cha doing?”

“Taking you home,” Rosalie rolled her eyes. “Come on.”

“Nope.” Emma emphasized the p on the end.

“Why not?” I asked, more exasperated than stunned.

She shrugged. “Tanya doesn’t like me.”

“You never care what other people think,” I pointed out.

“Correction, I don’t care what people who I don’t like think. I care about some people’s opinion.”


“I dunno,”

I rolled my eyes. Rosalie agreed. She seized Emma’s arms and forcibly put her in the BMW. “What the?” Emma sputtered.

“Oh Emma, you know that we know that you care what we think. And we all think that you should be home with us, so come on. I think her keys are still in her car, Bella.” Rosalie said closing Emma in the BMW.

I swiftly stepped into Emma’s Saleen 7. Rosalie grabbed Emma’s shoe and we were off in a flash. Emma sulked the entire way back to Tanya’s; I know, I heard. I also listened for the padding of wolf feet. It grew fainter and fainter, to the point where I began to believe that they were not coming.

“What’s going on?” Emma asked Rosalie.

“We decided that you were not leaving after all,” Rosalie said simply.

“What if I wanted to?”

“Did you?’

“What do you think?”

“No. You are not leaving. End of story. The family is leaving Denali. We are going up to the house on Victoria Island. It is a mansion up there. You will love it.”

“Um… okay? Can I sit in the car when you say goodbye to Tanya’s family?”

“We’re not. We will meet the rest of the family up there.”

“What about Emmett?”

“He can live without sex for a night.”

“EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” Emma screamed, covering her ears. “I don’t want to have to visualize that! Poor Edward,”

Rosalie giggled. “Don’t say that to him.”

“No duh,” Emma grinned.

The two friends laughed. I grinned to myself, happy to hear Emma laugh. I chalked my temporary anger at Emma up to be nothing more than the aggravation of siblings when one seems to incessantly hover. My phone rang.

“Yes?” I purred into the phone.

Edward chuckled. “I love you,”

“Not as half as much as I love you,” I said, acutely feeling the faint rush of human blood to my face, the remnants of my humanity.

Edward chuckled once more. “Carlisle asks you to return to Denali. He wants to speak with you all of where we move to next.”

I puzzled out loud, “I thought that we were going to go to the house on Victoria’s Island.”

Edward seemed hesitant to answer me. “We were,” he finally spoke. “But, Alice had a vision of it being attacked by the Nightshades,”

“They’re not gone?” I presumed, as did the rest of my family, that they were out of our lives for the next century at least. The world was large, but eternity still was larger; the chances of us avoiding them forever were astronomical. Even my amplified vampire brain could not do it. No one knew how long eternity lasted.

“No. We are assuming that they want revenge for Andromeda and the others, so we cannot go there. There is more.”

“What?” Fear gripped my throat.

“There have been very many vampire attacks up along the midwest. Slowly, they are creeping towards Forks.”

“Still the Nightshades?”

“We wish. Some one else. From Texas. We think that somehow, they are intertwined with Victoria.”

“Oh my gosh,” I sighed. “This isn’t good.”

“We know. Hurry back.”

“Be safe,” I whispered.

“It’s you I’m worried about.”

“We’ll be fine. Do Emma and Rosalie know?”

“They’re not in the car with you?”

“No.” I shook my head even though Edward was not there. “Emma took her car. I’m driving it back and Rosalie is taking Emma in her car.”

“Oh,” He did not sound happy.

“Edward, it is okay.”

“No, it’s not. What if something happens?”

“Then I will be very able to defend myself. Besides, I can hear anything that is coming up.” I reminded me.

He huffed, not convinced.

“Come on, Edward. What could happ- AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed. Something hard ran into Emma’s car. The side was dented to the point that I was not sure even Rosalie could fix it. Unfortunately, I could not see the extent of the damage, seeing as how the car and I along, were spinning rapidly in circles on the icy back roads of Alaska.

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