People say as time goes on, memories fade.
Its so untrue. For Bella, that is.
Or you could say that it's untrue for Hells.
That was her nickname back when everything was so uncomplicated. Back when she could breathe. When she was as close to happiness as she could get.
It was back in the eighteen hundreds, when she met him. Her best friend. She was walking in the woods after hunting, just enjoying the satisfaction of life itself. It couldn't get any better for Bella. She had just learned that the she-devil herself was locked away in a tomb underneath Fell's Church. Though Bella hadn't done it herself, she was happy that the bitch had gotten what she deserved.
Anyway, that was where she had met one particular Salvatore brother. Every now and then Bella would tease him on how she found him in the woods, as a rowdy new vampire. He was no where near as bad as his little brother, but was still a pain in her ass at times.
She had noted upon seeing him that he would need help in her world. At first anyway, and she couldn't help it. She just knew that she wanted to help him. So she did.
It's hard to come by a true friend in the vampire world. They usually end up leaving, and going their separate ways, or stabbing each other in the back. Either way, the friendships never really lasted. But this one did.
Damon Salvatore, as arrogant and childish as he was, he was her best friend. Bella taught him the ropes of being a vampire, a monster. They were together all the time. Damon and Bells. Nothing more, nothing less. Just them.
He was the reason that she had Hells as a nickname. They would dare each other to do stupid things, and Bella would always take things to the extreme. They would raise hell together. Hence the nickname Hells.
It did help that it rhymed with Bells too.
For the past twenty something years ,though, Bella hadn't seen him. They had gotten into an argument about Katherine. Bella had said that Katherine had never loved him. That he was just a pawn on her chess board. All Bella was trying to do was to get him let go of his dream of getting Katherine out of the tomb.
It wasn't the argument so much as it was what he had said to her. She could remember it as if he had just said it.
"You're just upset that she loved me! You have no one!" He shouted, nose flaring as he ground his teeth. He couldn't believe she had the nerve to say what she did.
Bella let out a sob. He was right. She had the worst luck in love. She even knew that if Kathrine came back, she would be tossed away like last weeks trash. " I can't believe you just said that." She was letting her emotions rule over, and that hasn't happened in the longest of times.
Damon instantly felt bad. He didn't mean to say it like that. He knew how she was treated when she was human, and even when she was turned. "Hells, I-"
She turned them off. The emotions almost never made an appearance, and they weren't going to start now. "You know what, Damon? Fuck you and that little two faced bitch."
With that, she was gone.
Damon was always right. That's what was bittersweet about him. Never had she seen him in the wrong. Though Bella was older than he was- vampire's age- she was changed younger than him. He was nineteen and she was seventeen, so it always seemed that he was right.
It hurt, though, that her only real friend had said that to her. But it was in the past, and right now, Bella needed her best friend.
Yet again, Bella was left behind. This time it was worse. She gave all her heart to Edward, and he crushed it. It was the only real relationship that she had been in.
Charlie was a great( to the power of four) nephew of her's, and she had thought it was healthy to try to mingle with the humans some years back. Charlie didn't know that he was related to Bella, and before she had made her appearance and used compulsion, he never knew Renee or Phil either. It was difficult to do, since Charlie knew everyone, but she had managed.
After some trouble in the late sixteen hundreds, Bella had become a bit of a player, a heart breaker, until she met Edward. But she didn't tell him what she was. She was afraid that he wouldn't want her because she was different. She wasn't his kind of vampire. Also, she wanted to see if he really loved her. Appearances had to be kept, and what human girlfriend would date a vampire and not want to be one? Him rejecting her was a sign that he didn't really want to spend an eternity with her.
For once, Bella was right on her suspicions. Edward practically ripped out her heart and stomped on it. That was the second and only time that her emotions were let out, and she cried.
It was June, and for once, it was sunny outside in the small town of Forks. There was nothing to do, and Bella was at whit's end. It has been a while since she had last properly fed, and her ability to hold her appearance was deflating. It was a power of hers, and she used it every single day.
The Bella Swan everyone saw day in and day out was not what she really looked like. She had jet black hair, and crystal blue eyes that she favored. Her eyes were the only thing of hers that reminded her of Damon. He held the same eye color, but always said that hers were more beautiful. Bella always thought it was because she was a Petrova. She had the same eyes as Katherine did, since they were sisters. That was the only thing they had in common.
Bella stood in the bathroom, looking in the old mirror perched just above the sink. She was having trouble keeping her annoyance at bay. All day long she had listened to Charlie bitch about God knows what. If she hadn't know better, she would say that he was on his period.
Her fingers clutched the sides of the off white sink in desperation. She was going to lose it, and blow her lid. Everything that day had gone wrong. Charlie was diagnosed with cancer, Angela was in a coma in the hospital because of being with moronic drunk Jessica that tried to drive drunk. Thank God that bitch died in the accident, because Bella would have done it herself.
Charlie wasn't bitching about the cancer though, because as of a few minutes ago, Bella had cured him of it with her blood. He was complaining about how he couldn't remember the last few hours of his life.
A knock came to the door. "Bell's, I'm losing my mind out here and you're locking yourself in the bathroom? Really?" Charlies gruff, annoyed voice was the last straw.
Bella, as quick as a flash, threw the door open and grabbed Charlie by the neck. "You do not know who I am. You will forget everything that has to do with Bella Swan." She growled, fuming.
Charlie made this weird gurgling sound. "I don't know you. Bella Swan doesn't exist."
"Good. You will never set foot into my room. You think its haunted." She huffed.
"Its haunted. I don't want to go in there." He was like a zombie. Bella hated doing this to him but she wasn't going to risk exposing herself.
"You're tired and are going to go to bed. This is all a weird dream." I really wish it was, she thought.
Bella dropped him, and he stumbled into his room before collapsing on the bed and instantly falling asleep. By the way he was positioned on his bed, he was going to have back problems in the morning. She went back into her room and pulled up one of the floorboards and fished out her old credit cards and her keys to her Ninja before she ran through the town and used compulsion on everyone else she knew.
It took a little while to run to the storage unit in Seattle and retrieve her bike, but as soon as she mounted it, she paused. Where was she going to go now? Wait! Today was the twenty seventh! Tomorrow was Damon's birthday.
It didn't matter that they had a falling out those twenty odd years ago. Not anymore at least. She missed him, and she hoped that he had missed her. Most likely though, he wouldn't show it.
It took a while for Bella to track Damon down, but once she figured it out, it was obvious to her. He was back where it all started.
Early morning, about two thirty, she arrived at the Salvatore boarding house in Mystic Falls, Virginia. It was cold, and pouring, even though it was June. It wasn't hard to find the house. Its old, Victorian structure wasn't hard to miss, nestled in between the trees, deep in the woods; away from civilization.
Bella parked her bike under a big evergreen tree and walked the distance left, so not to wake up the occupants of the house. On stealth mode, she made her way towards Damon's window. She could smell him through the open window. His scent hadn't changed a bit since the last time she saw him.
Crouching down, she catapulted herself through the window easily, landing silently on the balls of her feet. She could tell that he was really sleeping, and she was about to climb into bed with him when she realized that she was soaked from head to toe, and she hadn't brought clothes with her.
Scolding herself mentally, Bella scanned the room. It was large, his king sized bed was diagonally placed between the back and left wall, in the corner. She could see his raven black hair underneath his silk white sheets. His comforter was rolled up at the bottom of the bed, ready to fall on the floor. The window on the other side of his bed was also open, his curtains billowing with the small breeze that smelt like rain. In front of her was his closed door that led out into the large hallway, and a rather large bookcase that she had raided a long time ago. To the right of that was his large, remodeled bathroom with marble counter tops, black tiled floors and blood red walls,a good sized bath, and glass shower.
What Bella was looking for was his wardrobe. She found that rather quickly. It was to her right, placed on the back wall, near where she had just entered the window. The thing was about as tall as her, and wider than her arms length.
Being wet and having the windows open made her cold - more like a little bit chilly since vampires couldn't get cold – so she quickly disposed all of her clothes, including her underwear, and rummaged through his clothes. I swear, are all of his jackets leather? She thought.
It took a little while, but she finally found a black t-shirt that ended just a bit above mid-thy on her. It had to do until she could find something in the morning. Right now she was exhausted, mentally and physically.
Still in stealth mode, she crept her way to Damon's bed and climbed under the sheets. It was warm next to him, so she couldn't help but to snuggle into his side. But of course, that's when he decided wake up.
Damon flipped over as soon as he felt who ever it was in his room touch him. He was about to attack the unwelcome quest in his bed until he saw her face change into the face of none other than his long lost best friend. He choked a little, shocked. "Hells?"
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