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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.


8. Chapter 8 - Fun in the Hidden Sun on Saturday

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Chapter Eight- Fun in the Hidden Sun on Saturday

I woke with a start. It was Saturday. In less that twenty-four hours, Edward and I would be reunited. I smiled at the thought. How I had missed him. How I have craved his intoxicating presence. He was coming home!

I leapt out of bed. My foot hit the hard pillow mattress. I fell down, landing on top of a startled Emma.

“Are you all right, Izzie?” she asked concernedly.

“I’m fine. Were you asleep?”

Emma would have blushed, “No. Vampires can’t sleep. Sometimes, though, when I don’t feel like thinking, when this constant state of alertness is too much, I go into a meditative trance. I take my mind to another plane and I don’t think, there. There is not stimuli, so there is nothing to react to. I can stay there for hours, if I want to. It takes a little while to go in and out of it, but it is most refreshing. We had to learn how to do it for Tae Kwan Do.”

“After I’m change, you will have to teach me,” I told her.

“Your wish is my command. Are you excited?”

I blushed. “Yes,”

Emma grinned, “What do you want to do today?”

“You have already made up your mind on what we are doing. Why do you even bother with asking me what I want to do?”


“Because,” Emma stretched the word out for several seconds, “You are in a better mood whenever you think that you have an input in our decisions,” Emma giggled, “That sounded wrong.”

I grinned, “It did,”

“Do you want to know what we are doing?”

“Shoot,”

“What do you think about the beach? It is supposed to be dreadfully overcast with an eighty percent chance of rain.”


“We don’t have car,”


“You have friends,” Emma pointed out.


I thought about it. Mike. Tyler. Lauren. Jessica. Angela. Ben. Jake. Embry. Jared. There were several people that I could invite. I shrugged. Why not go? It would help the time to pass faster. I called Angela first. She thanked me for inviting her and yes, she would come. Was it all right if she invited Ben? Of course it was, I told her. Next, I called Jessica. She wanted to talk for just a minute. The beach? Yeas! She would most definitely be there! Could she invite other people? Great! What was it about this new girl that Mike kept talking about? Was she really as beautiful as he described? Even prettier? Oh, really? Okay. She would pick us up in an hour.

I only had the one swimsuit. Emma did not have one, she left them all in her haste to run. She ran (literally) to Wal-Mart. It took her fifteen minutes. She returned with three bikinis.

“Sorry that it took so long,” she said, “There so many choices. I found a gorgeous one for you!”

“Oh no!” I shook my head vehemently.

“Just look at it!”

Emma was right. It was beautiful. It was a dark brown with a crocheted halter top. It fit me perfectly and flattered the little curves that I did have. Just because I looked good in it, did not mean that I was going to wear it. Emma anticipated my train of thought.

“Just think of Edward’s reaction,” she wagged her eyebrows, “He is coming home soon. I left a note telling him where we are incase he shows up,”

I blushed crimson. She was exploiting my weakness and there was nothing that I could do to stop her.

Emma’s swimsuit was more revealing than mine, though she admittedly had more to reveal. Hers was a beautiful maroon with a string bow. While I packed towels, sunglasses and sunscreen, Emma made a picnic basket. She put several waters, peanut butter sandwiches, chips granola bars, and cookies into a cooler that I did not know that we had. It briefly crossed the my mind that she could have gotten it at Wal-Mart.


In what felt like no time, Jessica called to say that she and Lauren were on their way. Emma and I were waiting on the porch when they arrived. From their expressions, it was clear that Emma had lived up to Mikes gossip and more.

“Hi gurls,” Jessica grinned out Lauren’s window.

“Hello,” Lauren said icily.

“Hi! You must be Jessica and Lauren. It is a pleasure to finally meet you,” Emma pretended to not notice Lauren’s tone.

“The same to you,” Jessica giggled, “Hop in,”

“Thanks for the ride,” I slid into the backvseat.

“No problem. Thanks for inviting us,”

“Emma here has been asking when she finally go to meet you,”

“Izzie has told me so much about you all,” Emma grinned.

“I hope it’s all been good,” Jessica said.

“Only the best,” Emma replied.

“Whooh, what a relief,” they giggled together. “I see that you brought food,”

“Yep,” Emma said.

“Party on the beach!”

“You know it! Woohoo!”

Lauren did not speak the entire time.

When we arrived at the beach, everyone else was already there. Mike waved us over.

“Hey!”

“Hi, Mike,” Jessica said a little stiffly. She was still a tad sore over over their breakup. She hid it well, though.

Emma nodded and Lauren chose to ignore him completely. The blonde snidely walked to Tyler and took his hand. Emma hefted up the cooler with a forced grunt completely for Mike’s sole benefit.

“Do you need help?”


“Nah, I’m good,” She walked effortlessly. I fell into step with Mike.

“How are you doing, Bella?” he asked.

“I am fine. Emma has certainly kept me busy,” I said.


“She does no seem high maitenced,” he offered.

“She isn’t,” I agreed. “She is just a ball of energy. The past week has gone by in a blur. So far I have spent a day with complete strangers, entered a karaoke contest, gone a on a date with Emma and Brian, been to Seattle, learned how to dance, spent a day with Jacob, gone to the beach and bought almost an entire new wardrobe,”

“That is a lot of stuff,” Mike stated, “How long is she staying?”

“Until the dorms at UW open up,” I answered.

“She is going to UW?” He was clearly impressed.


I nodded.

“She doesn’t seem like the type to go there.”

“There are types in college?” I asked testily.

Mike held up his hands, “I just meant that the University of Washington is very selective. I applied there and was turned down. She must have had an inside connection,”

“For you information, Michael Newton, Emma got in on her own merit. She is brilliant, kind, sweet and gives a damn for other people, something that you cannot even grasp.” I brushed past Mike and sat beside Angela. She and Emma were in an animated conversation. Mike, in retribution for my harsh words, loudly cajoled Emma.

“Emma! You have got to show everybody your contacts!”

“What?” Emma stuttered.

“Yeah. You have got the coolest contacts,” Mike sounded both nice and mean, contempt covered his face.

“What color are they?” Ben asked.

“Red,”

“Cool!” Tyler exclaimed. “Show us!”

“Yeah! Show us!” Jessica chimed in.

FIne.” Emma sighed. She pulled off her sunglasses. Everyone looked into her demon eyes.

“Uh… nice?” Angela tried.

“Thanks,” an embarrassed Emma looked at the ground.

“Freak,” Lauren hissed.

“Don’t call her that!” Angela snapped.

“Why not? She is. Who else would wear those?” Lauren sniffed.

“Someone who doesn’t care what you think!” I snapped.

“Girls! Don’t fight!” Mike yelled.

“You started it, Mike!” I seethed, “You just had to make a scene.”

Mike had the decency to look ashamed. “You’re right, Bella. I am sorry. Emma,” he looked at her in her blood red, expressionless eyes, “I am sorry. I just thought that they were cool.” He tried to excuse his behavior.


Emma brightly smiled. “It is all right. I think that they are cool, too. That is why I wear them. Now,” she looked evilly at all of us, especially at me, “I do believe that we came here to go swimming,”

“Yes!” Ben pumped his fist in the air. “Last one in the water is a rotten egg!”

“Eggs go rotten?” Jessica asked, actually confused.

“Yes,” Mike sounded annoyed.

Emma stripped off her oversized tee-shirt and shorts, followed by Angela. Angela looked very pretty. Though she stood next to Emma, who made her pale by comparison, Ben only had eyes for her. It was so sweet. I followed their lead. Jessica and Lauren stood and gave Emma identical death glares. Lauren had been accustomed to being the best looking in the most skimpy outfits. Emma winked at her, grabbed my hand, and ran head first into the tepid water.

The water lapped at my waist before I dove under. Emma surfaced just before I did. She blinked the water out of her eyes and splashed me, filling my eyes with salty ocean. She laughed at my offended expression. I slapped a wave back at her, laughing as she dove beneath. A yelp escaped my lips when she suddenly grabbed my feet and started to tickle them. She did not need to breathe and I was powerless in her stony hold. Still, I kicked with all of my might. It felt like minutes had passed but it was only seconds before she resurfaced, madly grinning. Angela and Ben joined us soon after that. We played Marco Polo and had a splash war. Mike, Jessica, Lauren and Tyler sat on the beach and looked on our fun with disdain.

“Let’s play chicken!” Emma declared.

“There is only one boy,” I said.

“That’s fine. It will be Izzie and I versus Angela and Ben.” Emma grinned, “Battle of the best friends and the most adorable couple of all time,”

Ben and Angela both turned as red as I normally did.

“Sure,” Ben mumbled.

“Great. Izzie, when I go under, hop up onto my shoulders,”


Emma was about to dive under when Mike called, “Are you sure that you can hold her?”

“She only weighs like, two pounds or something,” Emma rolled her eyes and sank down.

I wrapped my knees over her slender shoulders and clutched her hair as she came up. We were out deep, so it was not hard for her to balance. I, on the other hand, kept accidentally shifting my weight to where I almost always fell over. Emma’s strong but fragile looking hands would steer me back to the correct position.

Angela and Ben were having the same issues as us. She fell off of his shoulders twice before she understood the concept. After that, she stayed stock still, gripping Ben’s dark hair with all of her strength. He was biting his lip to keep from yelping out at the pain. Emma chuckled, making me lightly bounce.

“Is everybody ready?” Ben asked through his tightly pressed lips.

“Yep!” Emma answered with too much energy.

I muttered a small yes. Angela did not trust herself to speak. She mutely nodded, clutching onto her boyfriend for dear life. Emma took a step foreword and I fell backwards. When I surfaced, I said, “I guess you guys won,”

Angela laughed and incidentally let go of her death grip on Ben’s hair. She fell off to the side. She sputtered as she came up. She pretend to glare as we all laughed, Angela included.

“Aren’t you guys coming in?” the normally quiet girl yelled across the rolling waves to those sitting on the beach.

I could see Lauren say something to Jessica, but it was too far away. Emma growled softly and I knew that it was something nasty.

“NO!” Jessica screamed with badly hidden malice.

“Your loss!” I retorted, making sure that they heard my amusement.

Emma hoisted me back onto her shoulders and our game resumed. Neither of us came out ahead. emma was stronger than Ben and did not have issues hold me, but Angela was the stronger of the two of us who actually fought. I would have to bring Edward, Alice and Jasper back after I was changed. That way, it would be fair.


After playing in the water for a few hours, we slowly made our way back to the beach. The others had casually helped themselves to the food. It bothered me more than it should have. I pulled out sandwiches and tossed one to Angela and Ben.

“What about Emma?” Angela asked, confusion hinting in her voice.

“I’m allergic to peanut butter.” Emma easily lied, “I packed a bunch of granola bars but they’ve all been eaten.”

Jessica turned bright red as she looked down at the wrappers around her. She could say nothing in her defense. Her mouth was still full from the last one that she ate.

“Besides, I’m not hungry,” Emma continued.

“Okay,” Angela smiled, “How has your summer been so far?”

“Pretty good. I’m staying with Izzie. We have done a lot.”

“Like what?”

“The beach. We went to the mall in Port Angeles, to Seattle, to a carnival. Basically, we’ve just hung out.” Emma answered nonchalantly. She lay back on the towel and took in a deep breath. I thought that Tyler’s eyes were going to pop out of his head. She relaxed and lay still for a while, almost like she was asleep, oblivious to the conversations that carried on around her. After an hour or so, Ben, Angela and I got back into the water. Emma was still ‘asleep’ on the towels. I wanted to know why she felt the need to eavesdrop on Lauren, Tyler, Mike and Jessica. After lying alone for another thirty minutes, she ‘woke up’ and came with us.

“Did you invite Jacob and the others?” were her first words to me. I shook my head no. “I was thinking that we should invite them over for dinner tonight,” she continued on.

“That would be fun,” I answered.

“Angela, what time does your church start tomorrow?” Emma asked.

“Ten-thirty.” the pastor’s daughter answered.

“Do you think that you could give me a ride there?” Emma asked sheepishly.

A smile lit Angela’s face. “Sure. No one else that I am friends with goes to my church! It will be great to have you come!”

“Awesome,” Emma grinned.


We hung around for another hour or so before Angela was kind enough to take us home. Neither Emma or I wanted to be stuck in a car with Jessica and Lauren unless it was absolutely necessary.

After we got home, Emma showered and changed in the space of five minutes. She sat outside the door, something that I said was completely pointless and waited until I was squeaky clean before moving. She trusted me to get dressed and call Jacob by myself.

“They’re coming!” I yelled down the stairs, “Billy, too!”

“Okey dokey! What do you want for dinner?” Emma called.

“I don’t know. What can you make that is edible?”

“Very funny, Izzie.” I heard Emma’s bell chime laugh echo throughout the house.

I came downstairs thirty-five minutes later to the most delicious smell. It wafted up the stairs and into my room, inticing the hunger in my stomach. Emma was in the kitchen, as I had suspected.


She was pouring seasoning onto thick t-bone steaks, humming to herself. On the stove, there was a covered pot whose lid was thickly layered with steam. Buttered bread was in the oven and I found a pitcher of iced tea in the fridge.

“Where did you get all of this stuff?” I gasped incredulously.

“Wal-Mart,” Emma answered, “Do you have any corn or any arayment of vegetables?”

“What is it with you and Wal-Mart?” I shook my head as I pulled out some tomatoes, onions, and corn. “Here you go,”

“What about lettuce?”


“Do I look like a healthy eater to you?”

“So much for a salad.” Emma muttered. She picked up the matches and the plate of meat. She vanished for a second then returned, rubbing her hands together, “I love fire.”

I rolled my eyes, “Pyro,”

“Excellent,” Emma grinned at me. She took the corn and threw it into another pot which she filled with water and put on the stove.

“How much food are you cooking?” I exclaimed, amazed and a little jealous at her prowess in the kitchen. She was like the female version of Edward. She could do everything.

“Well, we are going to have five hungry men plus you and me here, so a lot,” Emma explained it to me patronizingly, the way a mother tells her child that she and daddy are still going to be friends.

Emma went outside after a few minutes to check on the steaks. I sat down and fiddled with a hair tie that I had on my wrist. Jealousy was rearing its ugly head and I hated it. I was glad that Emma was good at a lot of stuff. I knew that she had had a hard life and had to work for everything that she could. I just wished that there was something that I could outshine everyone in. It seemed like everyone that I knew was special, they all had something different and unique about them, something that I was lacking.

I lost myself in my dismal thoughts. Emma noticed and let me work through my issues in peace. She normally would have picked and poked until she knew every embarrassing detail. I was thankful that she remained silent. My jealousy was abated at little. The bread burned and the mashed potatoes were a little too garlicky. But other than that, the dinner that she had made was scrumptious.

Charlie came home at five-thirty. He was happy when he learned the we had invited Billy down for dinner. At six, Billy, Jacob, Jared and Embry rang the doorbell. Emma answered it and was all smiles. I could not stop the grin that spread across my face.

We sat down around the table. Billy and Charlie talked about baseball. Emma picked at the little bit of food that she had put on her own plate.

“I dare you to eat that,” Embry goaded, pointing his fork the black roll on the stove.

Jacob grimaced. “Ugh! Gross!”

Emma scowled at him. Jacob bristled and his body lurched. Emma was immediately up, backing away. Charlie looked up and she quickly picked a blackened roll off the stove. She bit into it.

“Just the way I like it!” she declared as she sat down.

Charlie dryly chuckled and returned his attention to Billy. As soon as it was clear, I reprimanded Jacob. “Jacob Black! Be careful!”


“Sorry,” he muttered to his ladened down plate.

“It’s okay,” Emma chirped, “Izzie has an eclectic group of friends,”

“Who did you meet today?” Jared asked.

“Lauren, Angela, Ben, Jessica and Tyler,” Emma said after a second of thought, “They are an interesting group of people,”

“That is the truth,” I agreed, wholeheartedly. As much as I liked them, save Lauren, their treatment of Emma today was unforgivable. Knowing Emma, she had already forgiven them. It would take me much longer. With Emma’s unconditional attitude constantly nagging at me, it would be a week or so.


“Are we not on good terms with them?” Jacob teased.

“You will never know,” I quipped back lightheartedly.

“What do y’all think of the steak, real quick?” Emma asked.

“It is delicious. Absolutely perfect,” Embry answered immediately.

“It tastes great. Like steak. Why?” Jared asked.

“ I can’t taste it and I wanted to make sure that it was edible, Izzie,” she taunted me.


I blushed and rolled my eyes. “I was wrong. Your food is edible.”

“Damn straight,” Emma taunted me for the rest of the night.

After supper, Emma cleaned up and vampire speed while Jacob, Jared, Embry and I sat out on the porch. Emma joined us forty seconds later, from the back. She did not want to alert Charlie that she was different.

“I’m sorry about what happened at dinner,” Jacob looked Emma straight in her vampire eyes. They were still blood red. She had not hunted as of yet. It angered me to no end.

“Don’t worry about it,” Emma dismissed it with a wave of her hand, “Prejudices take time to get over. Do you think that the slaves or women were considered equals the next day? Nope. It took time. One day, vampires and werewolves will be best friends. It will just take time, that’s all,”

“Best friends?” Jacob sounded doubtful.

“Definitely,” Emma grinned at us all. I felt my love for Emma expand to the corners of the earth. Here she was, preaching about something that I had dreamed for years. If she believed that it would happen, then it would. That meant that, when I was changed, Jacob and I could still be friends.

“So what adventure are you all taking tomorrow?” Embry asked as he lay back. His hand were folded behind his head and he looked up at the stars.

“I’m going to church with Angela. I don’t know what Izzie is doing,” Emma answered.

“You’re not going to force me to go with you?” I was surprised.

“I don’t force religion on people,” Emma replied.

“I’ll probably end up going with you if Edward isn’t home by that time. Charlie will be fishing all day and I’ll get bored.”

“Bored? Or scared?” Emma’s fun brought up a real fear inside me. Ever since Victoria had shown up in my house, I was terrified to be alone in it again. I do not think that she would try something again, but I could not be sure.

“Both,” I admittedly.


Emma was instantly by my side. Her arms wrapped around me and pulled me close, “Don’t worry, Izzie. I promise, Victoria is not going to get you. I have already whooped her but once. I can do it again,”

I nodded, “I know. The fact that she was able to get into the house is what creeps me out,”

“That is understandable,” Emma said into my hair.

“What do you mean that that bloodsucker was in your house!” Jacob thundered.

“Sshhh!” Emma hissed. We were all quiet for several seconds while she listened. “They didn’t hear,” she muttered.

“Yes, Jake. Victoria was in my house.” I told my best guy friend.

“When?” he pressed.

“Monday.”

“What happened?” Embry asked.

“Emma fought her off. Charlie came home,” I answered dully. I definitely did not want to relive that too close experience yet. I was not going to tell Edward until after I was changed. That would put enough distance between myself and my helplessness.

“You fought her off?” Jacob sounded dubious.

Emma nodded proudly, “That’s what eleven years of martial art lessons were for,”

“I thought that they were to defend you from rapists,” I teased.

“Well, they didn’t do me so good when I got bitten,” she pointed out.

“That is because you were a human fighting against a very lethal vampire,” I answered.

“Still, that is not the point,”

“Yes it was,”

“Really?”

“Yes, Emma,” I said exasperatedly.


The werewolves laughed. All too soon, they had to leave. Jacob wheeled Billy out to the car before he came back and gave me a hug.

His nose wrinkled, “You still smell like leech,” He saw my defensive stance and continued, “But, I suppose that it is a good thing. It means that you are happy,”

“I am very happy, Jake. I hope you are too,” I told my best friend.

“I’m good, not happy. But I am working on it.” He gave my hand one last reassuring squeeze before he got in the car.


“Bye guys!” I waved loudly.

“Bu-bye!” Emma called.

Charlie grinned at us, “Well, Bells. It looks like you and Jacob have made up,”

“Yeah,” I grinned at Emma, “We have,”