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?
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!!!
9. Chapter 9. Fire
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I was dying. I knew it, too. But why I had to die a slow and painful death; that was beyond me. I briefly wondered why I hadn't already suffered enough, but another wave of agony washed over me.
It was hard to explain the erratic working of the lava that was slowly eating me from the inside. It was almost like a tide, dying down a moment or two before coming back with a vengeance.
My head was spinning from the pain, and it was becoming increasingly hard to think. I heard something in the distance, and my mind recognized it as my own voice. My own screaming voice.
But it hurt. Actually, hurt wasn't a good word. I really don't think they had come up with a word enough to describe this pain. Agony? No, I would gladly trade this Hell to have some good old fashioned agony.
Days passed. Or maybe seconds. At first I measured time by my heartbeat, but that just kept picking up speed. It was a very subtle change, but my acute senses picked up on it.
I heard a constant noise in the background, and it sounded like sobbing. I would have said it was me, but I was too busy screaming.
It was a female voice...which limited it down to about one other woman who knew about the supernatural. Leah.
Okay, maybe Renee knew, but no one would call her. They knew I would rip them to shreds and torture what was left, before putting them back together with duct tape and doing it again.
I was sure at least a day had passed. Or was it a minute? I wasn't too sure. And I was also unsure of how I felt about the passage of time.
I knew that I would die after the burning, that was obvious and well known between the wolves. So did I want death to come, or did I want to prolong the agony out of fear of dying?
God, kill me now. Well, that answered my question. Death would be way less painful. But then again, it had been so long...maybe I had already died and gone to Hell?
The pain intensified in my torso, my legs and arms now cool and numb. I was vaguely aware of everything now.
There was an oddly warm hand gripping my own. There was someone farther away from me, sobbing. "She's dying to save me! Why?" Seth.
I also knew I was moving. My hands and arms were flailing, trying to rip the burning skin away. My feet twisted around, hoping a new angle would give them relief. Nope.
I arched my back, trying in vain to scoot away from the pain. It was so unbearable, I just wanted to die. I tried to form my screams into coherent sentences, but it was just a constant noise.
And then, I didn't feel the pain anywhere but my heart. And it was one hundred times worse than it had been when it started. I fought against the heat above me to rip this charred flesh away.
But then, it stopped. So sudden, that if it weren't for my great memory, I would have thought I dreamed it all up.
I was kind of unsure at first, it felt as if I had been placed into a completely different body. I knew it was my own, but it was somehow so foreign.
I slowly sat up, and it was so effortless. There was no thinking to the action. I just did it, instinctively. I furrowed my brow as something shifted to my left, and turned away, keeping my eyes closed.
Somehow, the wisps of scent floating about were different, yet familiar. It was all so confusing, and I was growing increasingly agitated.
I decided to open my eyes, and suddenly they were open as if I had never closed them in the first place. I looked around, and it seemed that my vision hadn't changed at all, not since I had first phased.
Yet, werewolves died when vampire venom was injected into their system, correct? I had been bitten by...a vampire, had I not? And I wasn't nuts, I really was a werewolf before the war...right?!
Yes, yes, and yes. So, since I was a werewolf, and I was a werewolf who had been bitten, injecting a horrible poison into me, why wasn't I dead?
And if I wasn't dead...what was I?
- Chapter 1. Sick
- Chapter 2. Meeting Mom
- Chapter 3. Finding Out
- Chapter 4. Discussing the Rules
- Chapter 5. Liar
- Chapter 6. Babies
- Chapter 7. War
- Chapter 8. Happy Now?
- Chapter 9. Fire
- Chapter 10. Life...Just Sucks. Plain and Simple
- Chapter 11. Don't Fucking Stay
- Chapter 12. Arriving
- Chapter 13. Shut Up!
- Chapter 14. Heartfelt Talks All Around
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