Maggie gets Kidnapped (sort of) meets the man of her dreams, gets married and turned into a Vampire, all before a huge fight with the Volturi and the Romanians and all in about a week. All your favorite Twilight Characters are in this one, though some may take a while to show up. Spoiler, post BD.
4. Chapter 4: Sick Day
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The next morning my eyes flitted open and I took a deep breath. I was pressed up against my husband, my head on his chest. I was laying on my side, and when I attempted to move, Carlisle's arms pulled away from me to let me go. That had been the best night of my life. My entire body felt so loose and tired.
When I stretched my arms out over my head the absolutely delicious feeling of my spent body moving intensified, and I sighed in the waves pleasure. “Wow,” I breathed, blinking slowly. My skin was tingling pleasantly as it began to heat up.
“I take it you slept well?” Carlisle asked with a devious smile.
I almost started laughing, I was in such a great mood. “I didn't do much sleeping, and still it was the best nights sleep I've ever had.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Wonderful,” I whispered, shivering with delight
I just felt like my entire body was numb, as if I wasn't sure it was there at all. For the first time in years I felt well rested. Carlisle folded his arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling for a few seconds, and I bit my lip looking at him. All the muscles in his chest were stretched taught and presented visibly for me to see. I shuddered, fighting the urge to pounce, then realized I didn't have to fight it. I lunged over and kissed him, running my hands along the muscles gently, my fingers trembling with excitement.
“Maggie,” he said, pulling away. “I have to work...” He considered for a moment, then leaned forward and kissed me swiftly “I'll call in sick,” he explained, using his arms to push himself forward.
I smiled into his lips as he sat up. Pushing my lips against his cheek, then tracing the outskirts of his jaw and down his neck, I slowly ran my tongue over the valleys in his chest and abs. He groaned slightly beneath me, and I smiled even broader. Inhaling deeply, I came to realize every bit of this man smelled perfect, sweet, like fresh flowers or cake... mm... cake.
“I haven't had a sick day in 24 years...” he said, setting his hands on my hips.
“Mm,” I mumbled, kissing his sweet lips. “Worth waiting for?”
“Definitely,” he replied, pushing against me.
I let my head drift back, shutting my eyes and enjoying the sensation of his hand running across my thigh.
Later that morning, when I was back in the tub of fresh cold water, relaxing and smiling to myself, I got a visitor. Alice skipped into the room, towing a hesitant Jasper behind her. “Hello Maggie,” she began cheerfully.
“Hey Alice,” I smiled, though I was already smiling, so I just smiled bigger.
“Maggie,” Jasper said curtly, bowing his head like a perfect southern gentleman.
“So what are you two doing here?” I asked, reclining and straightening my shirt under the water.
“Just thought we'd stop by and entertain you,” Alice's small figure plopped down on the edge of the bath tub and her fingers stroked the water elegantly. “You must be bored.”
I nodded, though it wasn't true. I'd been perfectly alone with my perfect thoughts and memories. Jasper moved stealthily to the side of the room with Alice, his eyes locked on me carefully. “I love the way you walk,” I commented absentmindedly. “You're so... lithe.”
“Lithe?” he repeated doubtfully. “I hadn't noticed. You'll be the same way soon, you know.”
“Really?” I hadn't thought of that. I'd be all... beautiful... and graceful. Catlike, almost, if Jasper was any indication. “Wonderful,” I stated, staring at my own hand as if waiting for it to suddenly become graceful.
“Can we get you anything?” he asked in that adorable southern accent.
I shook my head. “I'm fine.” Taking a deep breath, I asked slowly “You see the future, can you see if I'm going to survive?”
She nodded. “Yes, I can.”
I waited for a few seconds, then said “Well? Am I?”
“By survive...” she replied anxiously “What do you mean?”
“Will I continue existing?” I elaborated.
“Oh, yes.” She answered, then we both were silent for a long time.
“Excuse me,” Jasper declared after nearly a minute of quiet. “We have to be going now.” He took Alice's hand and the two left hastily.
I sat back into the water, slightly confused and worried. What was that all about? And why hadn't I gotten an answer from anyone about Jacob? What was everyone keeping from me? I sighed, then looked towards the closed door. This is so frustrating! The door swung open, and Edward was standing there, smiling slightly. “Frustrating? I know the feeling.”
“Can you tell me why Jacob was so bent on me getting turned into a Vampire?”
“Yes. Yes,” he said again, looking down at his shoes. “Jacob wants Bella to return, she'll bring our daughter back, and Jacob is... quite smitten. When the Volturi come, we're hoping she'll return to help us.”
“Hoping? But you're not sure?”
He nodded. “We need you to be a Vampire, with an incredible power that the Volturi will kill for, so Bella and Renesmee will come back.”
“But no pressure,” I demanded, raising an eyebrow.
“No pressure,” he repeated, flashing a dazzling white smile.
I turned my head to the side, looking at him firmly. Why did women go for this kind of guy? He was like an oversized Ken Doll. “When you say 'smitten'?”
He smiled, nodding sadly. “When werewolves find their soul mates, they become instantly linked to that one person, it's a very mysterious and sudden thing, completely unavoidable. And when it happens, those two people just can't be apart. Jacob is miserable, much like I am without my Bella.”
I nodded. The way he said 'My Bella' it was as if he thought of her as an object. Like he owned her. I clenched my teeth angrily, then snapped at myself 'What kind of woman let's a man control her like that'? A weak, pathetic, spineless little tool, that's the kind of woman.
Edward glared at me with simmering hatred as he clenched his teeth. He didn't want me thinking about Bella that way. Then he frowned, his anger forgotten, he simply surveyed me curiously. Trying to pry me apart like a nut with a hard outer shell to get to the poisonous center. His eyes continued to smolder as he heard that, and he was frowning doubtfully. Like I wasn't good enough to be around his family. He was probably right. We sat in silence for a few seconds longer, then without warning, he turned and left.
I realized the water around me was getting warm, my skin heating up, so I began to drain the water, then turned on the COLD faucet and ran my hands under the water. Steam shot into the air around me and the water sizzled, boiling on my palms. My stomach knotted up with fear as I laid back, taking a deep breath. The heat was getting worse, searing my stomach and head. I felt as if my brain was boiling in my skull. Clutching my head and writhing as the water drained, I clenched my teeth trying not to scream. Maybe nobody would visit me until I was dead. I didn't want them to see me like this.
But sure enough, Edward was back in a few seconds, with Carlisle a few steps away. Edward hung back by the door, watching me with a look of fascination, while Carlisle knelt by me and picked me up, then stood, slowly walked out of the room, and then I was laid on a soft bed. Forcing my eyes open, I realized I was in his room. Looking up at him, I took a few deep breaths, then my gaze shot over to Edward just as Alice dragged Jasper into the room.
“They know,” Carlisle said gently.
Of course, I thought bitterly. They're Vampires, one of which could see the future, one of which could read minds. They had to know. How awkward. But I couldn't worry about that, I was burning up, my cells were all catching fire and exploding. It was worse pain than I ever could have imagined, and it kept getting worse.
The flames coursing through my veins and circulating through my heart were everywhere, from the soles of my feet, to the tips of my fingers. Everything hurt.
Time passes, and I have no way of knowing how long I've been simmering in the searing flames of hell. I only know that I want it to end. I'd die for it to end. If given the chance I would die a million times over to be rid of this pain. I knew my hands were clenched so tightly that my finger nails were digging into the flesh of my palms, drawing blood. The second I smelled the blood, a heady, rich, metallic smell, I forced my eyes open. Edward tipped his head to the side, curious, considering. And then I looked over at the others.
“Jasper,” Edward declared hollowly. “Are you alright?”
“I'm fine,” Jasper snapped, sounding offended.
Alice leaned closer and stood on her toes to kiss him on the cheek proudly. My eyes slammed closed as a wave of heat swept over me, and then I felt a cool hand sliding into mine, keeping me from hurting myself any further. I squeezed the ice cold hand, though I was trying desperately not to hurt him.
More time passed. I lay in the torturous flames, unable to escape. For the first long stretch of time I was writhing uncontrollably, trying desperately to move in any way that might lessen my pain, but when I realized nothing was going to work, I gave up. I had done this to save my life, only to wish for it to end now upon the realization of the actual pain. And now I was left with only one option, to accept the pain and stop fighting it. I had to take the pain, for the man I loved. To keep screaming and writhing was causing him pain, guilt.
So I stopped. I lay flat on the bed, gave myself to the flame, and I was consumed by it. Consumed. And still. Until the pain stopped.
Then everything was still. I saw only blackness, but when I tried to open my eyes, I realized they were already open. I was standing in pitch black darkness in all directions. It was a heavy universe, the atmosphere that was around me and inside me was pressing against me, weighing down on me and keeping me from moving at all. There was a subtle noise, a constant noise. It was a ringing in my ears, except it was not a ringing. It was a wobble of sorts, like a tremor in the air around me. This place was calm, a majestic darkness that soothed all fears, and I was for want of nothing. All of my needs were met.
I could think of nothing, nor do nothing, and that was all. But there was no need for thinking, or a need for doing. I was simply and perfectly at ease.
Except there was something. Off in the distance, I saw something, much like a silver light, flashing repeatedly. I made an attempt to move towards it, but could not, and then it disappeared and I stayed perfectly the way I was.
Time could not pass. There was no measurement of time here. An instant would pass, only to be proceeded by another. And nothing changed, so I had no way of knowing whether or not I was there for a second or a millennium before the silver thing appeared again. I knew it would be gone in a single moment, so I tried to reach it again. I found, that if I struggled enough against the intense atmosphere around me I could move myself forward, towards it. I got only slightly closer before it disappeared.
The thing, I'd gotten a closer look at it this time. It was a single, small, fleck of silver. The thing itself was so small, but I knew if I reached it, I could escape.
Then, after minutes or hours or days, it came back. I burst forward, struggling against the hungry darkness trying to pull me back in, but the silver thing, it was stronger. It had it's own gravity, it was drawing me to it. And now, as I reached the single silver fleck, I came to realize that it was three dimensional. It extended indefinitely out behind itself. Reaching one cautious hand out, I touched it.
My finger that had grazed the long, silver, cord began to buzz pleasantly. It had a sort of electric current that hummed through my whole body. Trying to be brave, I took hold of the wire, and held on as I jolted upright in bed. The room around me was filled with people.
And I didn't recognize any of them. The first I saw was a fair boy, coppery red hair and very angular features. Then I saw a girl, one with pointy dark hair and an aura about her that seemed elven in more ways than one. And beside her, a man with very long, muscular but thin limbs. His honey toned hair hung down past his ears. Then a man in the corner, sitting, shirtless. With tan skin and short dark hair, he had a circular tattoo on his shoulder.
Looking around in bewilderment, with everyone's eyes on me, I blinked. My heart rate sped up when I realized they all were expecting me to say something. “Where-,” I stuttered. “Where am I?”
The fair haired boy leaned forward, “You don't know where you are?”
I scooted away from him, clamoring wildly for something to defend myself with. The boy backed off immediately, but I continued moving back until I fell off the bed. Landing with a thud, I pulled myself back into the corner. “Stay away from me.”
“Maggie,” the dark haired elven girl called, taking a graceful dance step forward. “It's okay, we're not going to hurt you.”
“Who are you?” I demanded, noticing the golden colors of their eyes.
“We're friends, Maggie,” she said, her soothing, melodic voice repeated my name as if she was trying to hypnotize me.
My eyes locked on the boy in the corner, then I smiled. “Jacob,” I stated, testing the name to make sure I was right. “Jacob!” I called again, then stood, ran forward and plowed into him, hugging him fiercely.
Jake went rigid, not even breathing as I pulled away a split second later. Suddenly I felt someone grabbing my arm, gently but firmly, and pulling me away. “Wow, she's fast,” Alice stated, prancing up next to Jasper and I.
“Jasper...” I stated, remembering suddenly. “Let go of me,” I was confused. Why was he pulling me away?
“Let her go,” Edward called, walking up and surveying me. “She's not going to hurt him.”
“Or anyone else.” I called, yanking my arm away from him.
“You know who we are?” Jasper asked, holding up his hand apologetically.
“Yeah,” I said awkwardly. Why had I just hugged Jacob? I was so overjoyed to see him. I felt like we already knew each other, and I was safe around him. “Where's Carlisle?”
“He had business to attend to outside of Forks,” Alice said quietly, batting her eyelashes. “He should return soon.”
I nodded, looking down at my feet. “When are the Volturi going to come here?”
“Three days.” Edward raised one furry eyebrow. “You remember the Volturi?”
I nodded. “I remember everything.” And thank god for that, there was at least one night in my previous life I never wanted to forget.
“Are you hungry?” Edward asked, gesturing to Jacob. “We thought maybe you planned on....”
I laughed. “No way! He smells so....” I wrinkled my nose, contemplating a word fowl enough. Then I got sidetracked by Alice's statement from a minute ago. “I'm fast?”
He nodded. “Very fast.”
“Faster than you?” I asked with a devious smile.
“We'll see,” he challenged, smiling slightly.
There was a loud crash as Emmett ran as fast as he could up the stairs and into the room, stopping after he's knocked open the door, nearly smashing it off it's hinges. “You, me, arm wrestling, right n- whoa. What's up with her eyes?”
My eyes? I made a move to walk past him, but Alice reached out and snagged my arm. “Wait! Before you look in the mirror,” she dashed over to the other side of the room, snagged a bag off the dresser, and brought it back to me. “Put this on.”
I looked down at what I was wearing. I could use a change of clothes. I nodded, taking the bag, and opening it to look inside. The receipt was lying on top, so I grabbed it, then dropped it in shock. “Twelve hundred dollars? You spent twelve hundred dollars on one dress?” I demanded.
“It's fine, you'll look stunning in this.”
“It's not fine, I'll probably rip it or get a stain on it and I'll be too terrified to even move.”
“Just put on the dress, it's not like I can return it.”
I took a deep breath, then forced a smile and said a quick “Thank you.”
“Excellent,” she whispered triumphantly. “You'll put up much less of a fuss than Bella.”
A universal cringe went around the room at the sound of the name and I ducked out to avoid the conversation to follow. Diving into the bathroom, I started the shower, stripped off my clothes, and got in. I found as a Vampire, a shower will only last about a minute. Then I brushed my hair, took a deep breath, and pulled the dress out of the bag. A knock on the door sounded, and I automatically knew it was Alice.
“Have you put on the dress yet?”
“No. What, may I ask, is the occasion?” I looked at the black, expensive dress, and slowly pulled it on.
“We're going hunting.”
I gawked at my reflection, looking for the first time at my new figure. I had the same body, my skin was even paler, and contrast perfectly in the black dress. My face was different, so much more beautiful than I was used to seeing. My eyes actually looked physically larger, my cheeks indented below the high structure of my face, and my chin, square against my thin, feminine jawline. I was so different, and yet, I still saw the same person. The same, hideous, disgusting human being. Just in a different body.
I felt my eyes stinging, and for the first time, I looked into my eyes. My iris's were pretty, with a base of dark blue the shade my blood had been, and now, as I wiped the wetness away from my cheeks, of my tears. With a secondary tone of fabulous gold resembling the Cullen's around my pupils, and tiny little flecks of pale green just like when I was a human. The white's around my eyes were tainted with dark blue as I cried, being careful not to let any dark blue liquid drop onto the expensive dress.
That dress was so beautiful. The dark, skintight frame of the dress clung to my thin stomach and flared out at my hips, dropping to just above my knees. When I was sure I could stop crying, I brushed the last of the tears away and stepped out, smiling. Alice was waiting, she smiled broadly, approaching and taking my hand.
“You look fabulous Maggie!”
“Thanks,” I laughed, stepping forward and spinning her around with ease.
She gracefully complied, then pranced over to the stairs, shot down with lightning quick speed, and paused at the bottom. When another figure emerged to stand beside her my heart jumped. Alice moved over to the living room where her brothers and sisters were waiting, as Carlisle stood at the bottom of the stairs, waiting. He smiled, extending his hand as I walked gracefully down the steps to meet him.
I couldn't stop smiling as he slowly brought my hand to his lips, bowing his head. When he looked back at me, he frowned thoughtfully. “Your eyes seem to be comprised of your past hue, the effect of the venom on your blood, and that of a full grown Vampire. How interesting.”
I burst out laughing, not even trying to contain my fit of hysterical giggles. “Oh my god,” I exclaimed, taking a deep breath to calm myself. “You're such a nerd,” I marveled, and he smiled kindly.
“How do you feel?”
“Hungry,” I admitted.
“Of course,” he gestured, still holding my hand, and we took the lead. I paused when no one moved behind us, spun, and looked around.
Everyone was there, even Rosalie. “I'd like it if you all came,” I said, smiling to them.
“I'd love to Maggie,” Alice called first, the leader of the young Vampires.
“I'll come as well,” Jasper said, taking her hand. The two walked past us together, then out the door before the next volunteer.
“I'd be honored,” Edward said, rising and stalking past us after Alice.
“Well hell,” Emmett cried, dashing forward after Edward, grabbing him and hauling him back. “Far be it from me to refuse the request of a pretty lady.” The two boys began shoving and clambering to be the first one out the door.
I looked up at Carlisle, then nudged him comfortingly as Rosalie sat still on the couch. He slowly back away, then turned and walked out the door. The beautiful blond woman was sitting cross legged, pretending to watch television as I quickly approached. “Rosalie,” I begged, sitting lightly next to her.
“Just go,” She snapped.
“Can we talk?” I asked hopefully.
“We have nothing to speak about.”
“Obviously there's something we have to discuss, or we'd be on better terms.”
“You can take your terms and go to hell,” she snarled, her upper lip quivering with rage. I recoiled at the attack and shrunk back. “Esme was our mother. She was good to us and I won't betray her like this.”
“I'm not trying to replace... or-or disrespect her. And I never came here with the intention of hurting you or your family.”
“Yes, yes I understand, you're totally innocent, no one is to blame, and we should all live happily ever after, right?”
“That's not what I'm saying. I'm sorry, I know you cared about your adoptive mother very much but-.”
“-She was more than my adoptive mother to me. She was better to me than my mother ever was, and she cared about me more than I had any right to ask of her. Now Carlisle is just abandoning her and soon he's going to abandon us.”
“No, he wouldn't do that. He's-” I froze. What was I supposed to say? He's not the one who abandoned you? “He can't help the way he feels. It's just human nature to grieve and then to move on.”
“We aren't human. We don't just move on. When we're created, our mindset is frozen in place, and it takes something major to change anything about us. When Vampires mate, they mate for life, and that's never supposed to change.”
I frowned at the language she used. “Okay, but can't you be happy for him? He seems to have been miserable for a very long time, and now I think he looks... well... happy.”
She smiled, holding back a wicked laugh. “You're pretty full of yourself, aren't you?”
I nodded slowly. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
She pursed her beautiful lips, the small birth mark below her nose raising slightly. “I guess you aren't really to blame here. You sort of remind me of myself, actually.”
I was shocked, to say the least. I reminded her of... her? We were nothing alike to my eyes. “How?” I whispered, leaning closer with horrified fascination.
“Well,” she declared, a slight smile on her lips. “I can see that look on your face, the star struck, first love sort of look. You were as desperate to find Carlisle as he was to find you. You're beautiful, but still an outcast. I wasn't like that, at least, not until I became a Vampire. So what's your excuse?”
“I'm just antisocial I guess,” I said lamely.
“No,” she whispered very perceptively. “It's more than that. Tell me.”
“When one person brands you a freak, I guess that's sort of like a disease. It spreads and... that's that. You get branded an outcast, and you become one.”
“I guess I know what you mean,” she said with a smile. “I was the same way, when I was younger. Of course, with me everything people thought was true. I was a shallow, materialistic, beauty queen. I can't say that's changed much, but I've been doing better. But there's something else about you.”
“What?” I asked, though I was afraid of the answer.
“Something I can relate to, that I can't quite put my finger on. Something you're terrified of.”
“I'm not terrified of anything,” I defended, though that was a lie.
“What are you so scared of? What are you hiding from us?”
“What happened to you that you think also happened to me?” I countered, edging away towards the back of the couch.
“I was raped, beaten, and left for dead by my own fiance and a group of his friends the night Carlisle found me,” she said easily, as if she didn't care at all.
“Oh, well I've never even had a fiance, so-.” I declared, standing and heading for the door.
“You can tell me, you know. If I can relate then it might be easier than you'd think.”
I froze in the doorway, then swallowed hard. “Are you coming or not?”
She was across the room and by my side in a second. “There's one more thing though. The man I was going to marry, the one who almost killed me. Well I did kill him.”
A chill went down my spine. She'd killed someone? And how could she be so casual about it? “I guess that's another thing we have in common, I'm not like Carlisle and the others. I wouldn't feel bad about killing someone like that, if they deserved it.” I smiled sardonically. “Just another reason I'm not good enough.”
“Your self pity says more than words ever could. More than your silence. Who was he? Prom date gone wrong? Uncle that used to sneak into your room at night? Maybe an abusive boyfriend?”
“No,” I shook my head. “You're wrong. You don't know what you're talking about.”
“Fine. You don't have to tell me. But you should tell Carlisle.” She nodded, then burst forward. “Follow me!” She called, freezing several feet away and then taking back off.
I dashed after her, actually cruised by her once, but hung back seeing as I didn't know where we were going. She stopped once again, her hair flowing past her and coming to rest on her chest. We were standing in front of a broad river, flowing loudly, with an entire pack of Vampires waiting eagerly on the other side.
Before jumping, Rosalie turned to me, turned her head to the side, and said with savage intensity “This doesn't change anything between us.”
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