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This World

Summary:
After seven months of healing, Bella starts to notice some changes. She is taller than before, warmer, and stronger. She figures it's a fever and brushes it off. But when a strange visit from Renee reveals interesting family scandals, Bella undergoes a monstrous change. Then, a vengeance crazed vampire comes to town with one intent-kill Isabella Swan. When Bella is changed even further, what will happen? After things settle, she lives quite happily for forty more years, until her past comes back to haunt her. When old love is revived and new love arises, who will Bella choose?


Notes:
Hi, this is my first story. I expect it to be quite long, but I'm unsure. I do guarantee twists! As it said on my profile, none of the charactes nor settings belong to me. Sadly. :( Anyway, enjoy!!!


8. Chapter 8. Happy Now?

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Happy Now?

I continued ripping the little bitch apart, not enjoying her taste, but loving her pained yelps. I had probably gone through seven or eight newborns by now, and killing them was a real bitch. They were hard to follow; it was like trying to predict what a crazy person was going to say. They were all over the place, and I was really starting to get pissed.

Yet suddenly, I heard a moan, from a very familiar voice. I stopped taunting the bloodsucker, and turned to survey the battle. There were only about seven leeches left, and they were quickly retreating into the forest. I looked to my left, and saw a very naked Bella clutching her arm. Shit.

She probably got hit pretty hard. I grimaced. I barely knew her, yet we were best friends. We had so much in common.

I had lost my boyfriend and my cousin, who was like my sister. She betrayed me in the worst way possible, in a way sisters weren't supposed to. Bella's love had left her in the dust, taking his family to boot. I had lost my father, as he had died not that long ago due to prostate cancer. Bella had disowned her stupid bitch of a mother. The one that sacrificed her daughter's childhood so she could have her own fun. The one that forced stress on her child that was definitely unneeded. The one that had let her boyfriends beat not just her, but her daughter.

I looked up to her, actually. After all that, she never stopped caring. Unlike me, who gave up on humanity the moment she heard her father died. And then, oh look, we get to become giant fucking wolves. We get to never age and never have children. Fucking limits our dating pool, don't it?

I rushed over to her, and picked her up, about to check her injury. She must have been hit pretty hard to still be in so much pain. I moved her hand away from her arm, and gasped. There was a fresh and gleaming crescent. One of those motherfucking...I didn't even have a word to describe them. But one of them got to her. Probably the redhead that escaped. And now, Bella was going to die.

"Help!" I yelled. The battle was dwindling, and most of the wolves ran over. I barked out random orders, like for them to get her some clothes and stuff. But I was on auto pilot as I freaked inside.

She's gonna die! She's gonna fucking die! Venom is poisonous to our kind! She's gonna scream for three days before fucking croaking! Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!!!

I suddenly became immensely angry. At what I wasn't quite sure. Whoever ran life, probably. God or something.

How the fuck could you?! Bella is such a good fucking person! And you go and kill her! After everything. I swear, if I ever meet the creator of Fate, I will make sure he dies a slow and painful death. She goes through some crazy shit and you do this! You make her suffer then kill her! And what the fuck about me? Did you ever think of that? I finally found someone who could actually relate, a friend. She was just like me, and now she's as good as dead! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Does this make you happy?! Killing all of us slowly?! Torturing good fucking people like this?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!?! I thought I was sadistic! But do you get some sick high off of this stupid shit?!

I continued to scream in my head as I carried a now clothed Bella back to her house. We went in as the pack stayed back at the clearing to finish up he remains. I made them promise to torture whatever was left mercilessly. Not that they weren't already planning on it.

I set Bella on her big bed, and dragged her old chair over to her. I wasn't gonna move until it was all over. I felt tears pricking my eyes, and gasped. I hadn't cried in ages, I thought they had all dried up and shriveled. Yet I felt a scolding hot tear trail down my cheek. I brushed it off and focused on Bella, holding her hand.

She was clawing at the sheets. Her head was thrashing back and forth as if she was saying no. Her feet twitched into awkward angles, and her back bowed every once in a while. She never stopped screaming. And I never stopped sobbing.

Seconds slowly ticked by, counting away Bella's time. Her heart was whirring miles a minute, as days melded together in a blur. I knew it had been about three days now, and that meant she didn't have much time left. I never stopped crying, but it got the worst on the third day. She was almost gone. I had almost lost her. Again, I began to question that higher power that seemed to enjoy fucking with me.

Are you happy? My new best friend is about to die, and has been suffering all this time. Are you fucking happy?!

I might have been going crazy; talking to things I knew weren't going to answer. Or maybe you were officially insane when they did start to answer. I wasn't sure.

That last day quickly passed, and then another. Bella's heart just kept gaining speed and her screams kept getting louder. But I was noticing other things, too. She was paler, literally white as snow. She was freezing now, almost as cold as a bloodsucker. You only got cold after you died, right? Her voice sounded like church bells chiming, even when screaming in agony. Her hair got longer, shinier and silkier, and her skin got firmer. This all confused me.

Pretty soon, six days had passed, double the time it takes to die. Charlie hadn't been home, I made sure of that. I definitely didn't want him to see this. As night began to fall on the seventh day, her heart really sped up, so much so it was like one constant vibrating buzz. There was no pause between each beat. Her screams really picked up, shaking the house. I had to get on top of her and could barely hold her down as she clawed and groped at her skin. I was pleading with that same higher power to take her now and make this pain end, and suddenly, it did.

Her heart stuttered once, twice, gave one last glug and stopped. Her screams stopped, as did her breathing. I sobbed over her body, tears rolling freely for hours. When suddenly, there was a gasp as her chest lifted into my face as I bent across her to get yet another tissue. I snapped back into place as she sat up slowly. She turned away from me, surveying her room. That movement gave me a chance to smell the most appetizing scent. Not in a food like way, but a holy shit, get me some of that perfume way.

She turned to me, and blinked, drawing attention to her eyes. They would have been the most normal pair of a perfect girl's eyes. Except for their bright crimson hue.