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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.


5. Chapter 5 - New Faces on Wednesday

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Chapter Five - New Faces on Wednesday

Convincing Charlie was another thing entirely. Emma had already wormed a way into his heart, but a road trip? He wasn’t so keen on the idea. Emma, on the other hand, loved it. I told Charlie that we were going to go to Seattle, a half day’s drive, if not more. We would stay the night and the next day then come home on Friday. In the end, it was Emma’s enthusiasm that made him give in.

Emma woke me up at five.

“Come on! Alaska is waiting!” she giggled in my ear.

“The sun is not even up!” I grumbled.

“So?”

I rolled over, “Wake me up later.” In seconds, I was asleep.


My eyes blinked open to the harsh sunlight. My gaze drifted to the clock. 10:30. I uncurled from the ball that I was in. My muscles groaned. I readjusted my seatbelt. Wait. What?

I looked around. Sure enough, I was in the passenger seat of my truck. A blanket was wrapped around me legs. Emma was driving.

“Emma, good morning.” I yawned. I was not awake enough to be angry, yet.

“Morning, sleeping beauty!” she grinned, “You were out for a while,”


“How long have we been driving?” I asked.

“Five and a half hours,” Emma said as she turned on the radio, “We are almost to Alaska, now.”

“Already?”

“Yeah, I am a little worried about your truck, though.” Emma crossed her eyebrows.

“Emma! Slow down!” I said as I looked at the speedometer. It read One hundred and twenty-seven.

“Why? We are really not going all that fast. We were going over two hundred for the first three hours, but your truck kept making these really funny noises.” Emma informed me.

I was thankful that I had been asleep. I would have gotten sick if I had seen the shapes go past the window so fast.

“I am hungry,” I announced after my stomach loudly growled.

“I figured that you would be. There is a McDonald’s twenty minutes off,”

“That is great,” I said as my stomach spoke again.

We laughed. Emma did not even asked me what I wanted. Two egg McMuffins, a medium diet coke and a water later, we were back on the road. I was pleased to find that Emma had order all of it for me.

“I won’t be able to eat all of it,” I warned.

“Lunch. I am not sure if the Denali will have people food. This might be your last meal for a while.”

“Oh,”

I munched my greasy breakfast in silence. My thoughts lingered on Emma. She was the best thing to take my mind off of the gaping whole in my heart that was caused by Edward’s absence. I knew where he was and it made me happy. It meant that I would be able to be by his side forever. But the thought did not quench the emptiness inside me.

Emma did not fully stop my pain, but she did take my mind off of it. She required my full attention, like a child. Emma, however, made it fun. In the past three days, had learned how to dance a little bit and I was getting better, I had spent a day with Jake and the Quileutes, I had acted like a complete fool when I entered the karaoke contest and now I was taking a road trip up to Alaska! She certainly kept me busy.

“Wrap up, Izzie. I am opening the window,” she told me forty-five minutes later.

“Okay.” I pulled the blanket closer around me. The wind whipped inside, chilling everything. It was cold, but not as cold as I had thought. Of course, it would not be. It was summer here too. So, it would be cold but not the frigid icy wonderland that I had been expecting.

Emma leaned out the window. For the next ten minutes, she sped up to one hundred fifty miles an hour. We drove aimlessly before she found their scent. Fifteen minutes after that, we pulled up in front of a giant log cabin. It was a mansion, just like the Cullens, though this one was much more rustic.

“Stay,” Emma ordered.

She came around and picked me up. I wiggled my bare toes in the chilly air. Emma was still in her pajamas. Her bare feet crushed the thin layer of snow.

She put me down when we reached the epic expanse of the elegantly carve porch. Emma still looked beautiful, despite the fact that the purple circles under her eyes were turning ebony against her ivory skin. She raped on the door.

There were low voices on the other side, indistinguishable for my human ears.

“Human, dead animal,” emma whispered to me, “That is what they are saying,”

“You smell like a dead animal?” It seemed so bizarre.

“I do not know.

The door sung open, pulled by a beautiful red haired woman. She was beautiful. Her skin was like Felix’s, milky over lined with tan, and she had those familiar golden eyes. She was tall, almost six feet and she was smiling.

“Hello, what ca-” Hey eyes fell on Emma. “What the?”

“We need help,” I said.

“Do you know?” the woman asked.

“Yes,” I nodded.

“Very well. Come in, quickly. Tanya! Eleazar! Come quickly!” she called as she shut the door. Two more instantly appeared.

“What is it, Carmen?” the only other woman, Tanya I presumed, asked.

“We have company,” Carmen said. She gestured to Emma and I. They immediately Emma’s eyes.

“We need your help, “I fought down a surge of panic.

“How so?” Tanya’’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“My name is Bella Swan and this is my close friend, Emma Jewell. The Cullens are gone and we need your help,”


“Bella Swan?” Tanya’s voice was underline with awe, “So we finally meet the temptress of Edward Cullen,”


I blushed. The three vampires averted their astounding gazes. When I figured out why, I turned ever redder. “Sorry,”

“There is nothing to be ashamed of, darling. You only do what is natural for you,” Tanya kindly said, “What can we don to help?”

“This is Emma.” She smiled and slightly bowed. I was appalled until Tanya returned it. “Emma has just turned and does not know how to hunt.”

Emma’s dark eyes turned black with rage, “Don’t tell me that you are still on the kick, Izzie.” She said to Tanya, “What ever she says, do not listen. We just came up because I need to know how to be a proper vampire,”

“A proper vampire, you say? Perhaps we should sit. I am very much curious abut your story.” Tanya took Emma by the arm and lead her to a plush red velvet couch. I followed.

“Perhaps we should have introductions, Tanya,” the only man said.

“Ah, Eleazar, you are right. How inconsiderate of me. Emma, Bella, allow me to introduce my family. I am Tanya. And this is Carmen and Eleazar. We have more in our coven, though they are out hunting right now,”

Eleazar moved protectively to stand beside Carmen. They clasped hands. So they were lovers. Eleazar was tall, like his mate, though he was on the heavier side of six feet. He had black hair and slanted, almond shaped gold eyes. He was originally oriental. Maybe Siberian, judging by his name.

Tanya, who had sat in a humbly ornate rocking chair, was the epitome of class. She had silvery blonde hair that fell to the middle of her shoulder blades. It was perfectly straight and framed her heart-shaped face. A silver clasp pulled loose strands away from her face. She looked regal, with her Rosalie-like features and and expensive clothes. She was young, maybe twenty-two when she was changed. Though she seemed young, it was clear hat she was queen of her vampires, taking a place above even Carlisle.

“You all ready know who Izzie and I are, “ Emma smiled, “But just to clear things up. Izzie is a human but is becoming a vampire soon. Right?” I nodded. “And I just turned into one. SO this is a tutorial for the both of u,”

“Though it is mostly for Emma’s benefit.” I firmly stated.

The Denali clan nodded, “We understand.” Eleazar stated, “ What we don’t understand-”

“Is why you felt the need to come to us and not the Cullens. ARe the not-” Carmen continued and stopped.

“Returning home within the week? What-” Eleazar said before voluntarily stopping.

“Can be so dire as to your coming?” his mate finished.

“Like I said, Emma is a new vampire and she refused to hunt,” I explained for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Refuses to hunt?” Carmen gasped. Eleazar looked thoroughly repulsed.

“How long has she been changed?” Tanya asked me sharply.

It was Emma who answered, “A month, Friday,”

Tanya nearly fainted. “A month! Darling, you must feed! Your very existence depends on it.”

“I will not kill and innocent!”

“Darling, fret not,” Tanya soothed, “There are many of us who feel the same. The Cullens, my coven, Bella even. We choose to drink of animals. Come. I shall take you out and find you a nice deer.”

“No!” Emma yelled at the top of her lungs, “ I refuse to kill an animal. I am a vegetarian. A real vegetarian. I will not hurt an animal.”

“You can not go against your nature!”

“You do!”

“We drink blood! It keeps us healthy! We do go within the flow of our nature.”

“You kill animals!”


“You killed plants as a human!”


“That was to survive! It was a lifestyle choice of many!”

“So is drinking from animals rather than humans! We are the vegetarians of our world!”


Emma deflated, slightly, “So! I refuse to kill an animal!”

So it went for hours. Emma and Tanya threw their arguments. As time redundantly passed, I could see Emma break down. She knew that Tanya was right. It killed her, the thought of hurting an animal. Somethings just can not be helped. Watching my friend’s heart break ass acceptance crashed over her was painful and freeing.


Six hours into the argument, she surrendered “Fine! I will hunt when we get back to Forks,” she mumbled. If she could have, Emma would have been sobbing as she promised this.

Tanya shook her head, “Very well. What else do you need to know?”

“That really was it.” I told Tanya, “I have already told Emma everything that Edward told me,”

“Are you sure that he revealed all?” Eleazar asked scathingly.

“Eleazar!” his mate chastised, “It is not for us to judge Edward on what he tells,”

“Carmen is right, Eleazar,” Tanya agreed though her expression said otherwise.

“Now, Bella,” Carmen smiled, “I have longed to meet the girl who Edward feared. Tell me everything,”

“Everything?” I repeated.

“Aye, everything,”

We sat up into the night, talking. Carmen was an excellent listener. She asked questions and had a deep perception of Edward’s mind. I filed that fact away for later ponderance. Soon, the conversation drifted away from me, something that I was estactically happy about, to the others. At some point, I must have fallen asleep because the next thing that I knew, the earth was shaking and Emma’s distantly close voice melodically swore.