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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.

9. Chapter 9 - Sunday?s Observation of Disconsolate Love

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Chapter Nine - Sunday’s Observation of Disconsolate Love

Emma woke me up at eight. She asked if I still wanted to go to church. Seeing her frown and the absence of Edward, I complied. While she put on her make-up, I showered. I ate quickly and we dressed in skirts and blouses. Angela arrived at nine-thirty on the dot.

It was a little service. Angela beamed as her father spoke. It pleased her that her friends listened attentively. Emma memorized just about every word that he said. I was not sure if it was the vampire part of her, or if she was deeply religious, like Carlisle.

The service ended at eleven-thirty. “Do you want to go get lunch?” Angela inquired as she drove away from the old stone church.

“Sure,” Emma heard the low rumblings in my stomach. I turned bright red.

Angela drove into Quizno’s. As we walked into the store, the stone gray sky overhead rumbled. Emma looked up and grinned. The sub shop was packed. The line was not long, but every table was taken. We ordered and looked around.

“What do we do?” Angela asked.

Emma sniffed her ham and swiss sub. “We could sit outside. The park across the street has a couple of tables,”

“It’s going to rain!” Angela protested.

“There’s a shelter,” Emma countered.

We had no other choice. We put our trays on top of the trash can and walked over to the shelter. The table was painted in a chipped, faded red and it rocked on the uneven cement.

“How quaint,” Emma said.

“Very,” Angela agreed.

We burst out laughing. I ate my turkey sub with delight. It was incredible. I asked myself why I had never come to Quizno’s before. The pit of my stomach sank when I realized that this was the only time that I would ever eat there. After Monday, I would not have a need to do it.

“So,” Angela asked, “Did you like the service?”

“Oh, yes. Very much. Your father is a very thought-provoking man. I had to seriously think that about some of the issues that he addressed.”

“What did you come to?” Angela inquired.

“I’m still thinking,” Emma admitted.

“That is understandable.” Angela conceded, “What about you Bella?”

“I liked it. Many pastors talk about the need for peace. It was interesting that your father talked about the good of war.” I gave my honest answer.

Angela blushed. It pleased her that we had liked her father doing his job. I frowned as thunder cracked. It was not loud, but it was off in the near distance, closer than the horizon but not in the immediate radius. Emma finished her sandwich. She had eaten the entire thing. She threw it away and skipped over to the empty playground.

“What are you doing?” I called, slightly worried.

“Swinging,” Emma jocundly returned.

She kicked off the ground, her pristine black flats scraping the mulch. Higher and higher she went, laughing like a child. Angela finished and joined her. I had no choice. I ate slowly and deliberately, hoping that they would amuse themselves and be done with it before I finished. It was not to be. I threw away my wrapper and sat on the black rubbers wing. Swings and I were not friends. It was a very much love hate relationship when I was younger.

Emma grabbed the silver chain and jerked it as she went by. I went forward and then back. Rolling my eyes, I pushed down. We swung, giggling. It is impossible to be mad or angry when you are flying. We soared up and as I fell backwards, I remembered the song that you were supposed to sing.

“On my honor!” I belted out,

“I will try!” Emma continued.

“To believe in a what I’ve done and to shine out bright. There is a reason that it is to be done and the reason is right. So, on my honor, I will try, to go out and to save your life!” We sang, off pitch and out of key.

“Where did you learn that?” Angela inquired when we finished.

I shrugged, “We just know it. Everybody in Tennenbark does,”

“You two sounded really good together,” Angela continued.

“Yeah, right,” Emma scoffed, “No offense, Izzie. But neither of us can sing,”

“You can,” I said, “But I can’t,”

“No! You both sound really good!” Angela protested.

“Sure.” I rolled my eyes. Emma giggled.

Without warning, the clouds opened up and the rain came down. Angela shrieked and jumped off the swing. I had to wait until I was not quite so high before I could follow. Emma continued pumping her legs. She was grinning from ear to ear. Her laughter echoed throughout the empty air. She was in heaven.

“Emma!! Come in before you catch pneumonia!” Angela ordered.

“Why? Swinging in the rain is so much more fun!” she laughed as she threw her head back and let her voluminous brown hair fly behind her.

“Emma! Now!” Angela thundered. I looked at her in surprised. The soft-spoken girl never raised her voice. It was the first time that I had ever heard it.

“No!” Emma giggled.

I was growing impatient, “Emma! Edward is back! He will be over at my house any minute! Come. NOW!” I roared.

Angela gave me a surprised look. Emma stuck her tongue out and left gracefully from the swing. It was at the highest point that it could reach. Any human would have broken their leg. I heard Angela gasp. Emma floated to the ground and spun around, smiling. Her hair was drenched and you could see the outline and imprint of her bra through her pale green shirt. Her artfully placed make-up ran down her face like a clown’s face.

“Fine. You two are so boring!”

“Gee, thanks,” I rolled my eyes.

Emma laughed. She grabbed both of our hands and raced to the car. The cool rain hit my skin like pellets. It was invigorating. Angela pressed the button to unlock her car. We all rushed in, laughing madly.

“See, the rain is fun,” Emma winked.

“Shut up,” Angela teased.

I giggled. We drove home in companionable silence.

Edward was still not home. It was late, almost five. I paced back and forth nervously. Emma sat on my bed and tried to soothe my fears. She did not really help. Charlie had not gone on his weekly fishing trip. He would come up and check on us every so often. He knew that I was concerned over Edward. He would mutter under his breath. Emma’s eyes would cross every and she wold chew on her lip in an enticing way. I noticed Charlie’s eye stray over to her more than once. She refused to tell me what he said. I would have given almost anything to know what he thought. Seeing has how Edward was missing, I did not have that option.

It was after dinner. I was still afraid of Edward’s disappearance. Emma was fed up.

“I give up!” She threw her hands up in submission.

“Go away!” I screamed and threw a pillow at her.

Charlie ran up the stairs and opened my door. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes,” I snapped as I slumped onto my bed that was vacated by Emma.

“She’s testy,” Emma prettily pouted.

“I can see that,” Charlie answered.

“Would you mind if we went on a walk? I think that she needs a little girl time to vent,” Emma batted her eyes. I groaned. My best friend was seducing my father. I would be describing this to a physchatitrist one day.

Charlie pursed his lips. “Maybe your right,” he answered reluctantly. “Take your cell phone, Bells,”

“Whatever,” I snapped. Emma picked up her phone and mine. She walked out and I was forced to follow her. Charlie watched us from the porch until we turned the corner.

“Hop on,” Emma crouched down and ordered me.

“What?” I testily seethed.

“We are going over to your boyfriend’s house. You tell me where to go and I will run there with all of my might,”

“You’ve figured out how to run?” I asked as I jumped onto her, my bad mood gone and worry taking over.

“Yes. I was afraid to hitchhike at first. I ran most of the way.” Emma answered.

“Why did you hitch hike?” I asked. To me, it seemed that running would be faster.

“I did not want to run during the day and be seen. Besides, I figured out pretty quickly that I was easy to spot. Sunlight made me glow. Glowing girl brings attention. Attention is bad, especially for said runaway girl. Logic says, don’t go in the sun. Hitch hiking kept me covered.” Emma took off running. The sun was setting. I looked down and realized with a start, she did glow. Edward sparkled like diamonds; Emma’s skin had more of a glisten. Was each vampire’s reaction to sunlight slightly different?

I rested my chin on her shoulder and whispered the directions. I did not want to say something and upset her supersonic hearing by shouting. Emma quickly arrived at Edward’s house. Edward was quicker at running, Emma said that it was because he knew where he was going. In a flat out race, she assured me that she would win.

I opened the door, gingerly. For some reason, walking into the empty house terrified me. Inside looked the same as always. No dust covered the furniture. No cobwebs had formed. It was like the family had left for the day. Emma walked around, in awe at the simple grandeur of the home. It was just as large, if not bigger, than the Denali’s, but it held a captivating presence that the Alaskan vampires lacked. Emma grazed her hand on top of the beautiful, newly polished piano.

“Do you think that he would mind if I played it?” she asked me, hope in her eyes and uncertainty in her voice.

“Play it,” I whispered. It would bring life back into the dead house.

Emma sat down. She closed her eyes and delicately put her soft icy hands onto the cold keys. She pressed down, hesitantly at first. As her fingers laced up and down, her firmness and dexterity began to show through. She played a song that I had never heard. She played faster and faster, faster yet, reaching speeds that even Edward would find difficult. She then began to hum. Eventually, her humming turned into angelic singing.

“I have been waiting for someone like you but now you are slipping away Why? Why did you make me suffer? There is a curse between us. A curse between me and YOU. What have you done now?

“Still, I sing, I sing this song for you. And still, still I love you. You are gone, your spirit has ascended the glacial slopes to the serene abyss above. You are eternally at rest. Why? Why did you leave me to suffer? Bu,t I will keep on singing, keep on living, keep on being for you.

“I cry out into the night. My soul weeps for you. You promised never to leave, you said that you loved me too much. Yet now you are gone and I lay alone very night, sobbing. My knight in shining armor, where are you when I need you most? This life of mine you promised to save is fading. You wiped away my tears. Where are you now as I drown?

“Still, I sing, I sing this song for you. And still, still I love you. You are gone, your spirit has ascended the glacial slopes to the serene abyss above. You are eternally at rest. Why? Why did you leave me to suffer? Bu,t I will keep on singing, keep on living, keep on being for you.

“Come back for me! You are gone! Come back! Save me! I love you! Where are you? What have you done now?”

Emma looked so lost. She was silently sobbing, her tearless cheeks were as pale as the moon. Her shoulders shook and she looked so lost. It was like a zombie had taken her place. She stiffly stood and walked to the door. She needed to be alone.

“Call me when you are ready to go,” Emma told me, quietly.

I nodded, my voice lost with the notes of the piano. She was hurting a pain that I knew all too well. My pain had an ending, my love was alive. Hers was gone and she was damned forever to roam the earth with her merciless, never-ending pain.

Emma sat down on the porch as I walked up the stairs, careful not to fall. She did not need to come save me when she needed to be saved. Heart broken, was the term for Emma.

Upstairs remained the same. Rosalie and Emmett's room was still full of Rosalie’s cosmetics, her clothes, Emmett's countless games and gitgadgets. Jasper and Alice’s room still appeared lived in. It was messier than the rest of the house. Like someone had left in a hurry. I knew that they would come back. Alice’s engagement ring sat on her dresser.

I walked into Edward’s room. His scent hit me, full force. I fell on his couch and breathed in. Tears came to my eyes. He should have been back. He was not. I cried until I could cry no more. Then, I abstractly walked around the room. My fingers trailed over his hundreds of cds. He would not leave with out his music. He would not leave without me, I reassured myself. He had promised never to leave. He would say goodbye if he had. He had promised me that he would see me in a week. It was a week. Where was he?

I could not take it any longer. I ran out from the house, into the woods. Emma followed me, catching me in her arms. We collapsed together, in the woods, and cried. We cried for the lost love that we both had. We cried because we were both alone. We cried because we were incomplete. We cried because we could.

After a while, Emma picked me up and carried me to Charlie. He was waiting for us on the porch. He looked angry. Then, he saw my tearstained face and Emma’s dismal expression, he let us in without word. We changed into our pajamas and went to sleep or to meditate without word. I needed to forget my troubles with sleep. Emma needed to sort things out.

“I love you, Edward,” I muttered to myself and to him, hoping that somewhere, where ever he was in the wide world, that he had heard me.