Hi everyone! I know I already wrote a first chapter for this story, but I don't feel I represented it nor made it as weird with twist enough like I usually do. With this in mind, I have written a different –longer –story. It's got the same ideas and plot to it, the beginning is just different. I hope that isn't a problem for any of you. Sorry, if that upsets you.
-Tigger77
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. The only thing I own in this is the plot and the poems. I wrote the poems.
Summary:
Only days after Edward left in New Moon, Bella went missing. No one knows what happened to her, and after six months of searching no one cares. She is forgotten about, their only memory of her as the girl who caught Edward Cullen. What happens when she appears in the court room? Why are the Cullens there? "Neither Justice nor freedom can be bought with a price." –Bella
These violent delights,
Have violent ends,
And with it pleasurable moments,
But if so asked,
What it was,
That made everyone so enticed,
All I could tell you,
Was I didn't know,
The thoughts of others sick minds.
How could I have been so stupid? I mean to run from home, with some sick fantasy in mind that he still cared –still loved me. It was like some sick joke. In fact I know it was.
The cool air caressed my naked arms as I ran. From what I did not know. I just knew that I needed to get out of here. It wasn't right. There was seriously something wrong going on. That star with all those candles and cloaked figures just wouldn't leave my mind. Yes, there was something definitely wrong here.
"Stop her! She's getting away!" The wind seemed to hiss. Like a snake. A fucked up, talking snake. It beat on me, trying to push me back to the house with all the madness.
But, I wouldn't budge. I kept going. Tears ran down my cheeks as I ran. I wanted to go home. I wanted to go back to where it was safe and depressing. I wanted to go back home to Charlie, Angela, Ben, Renee, Phil, and Jake. Especially Jake.
Behind me I could hear the sound of clicking. Click. Click. Click. Almost like the sound of a finger nail clipper. Only this was more sharp and defined. I screamed in dismay. Click. Click. Click.
God no! I prayed. I could go down so many different ways! Anyway but this way!
"Come back, Bella." I raspy voice seemed to whisper in my ear. My head whipped around to the sound, but no one was there.
"Yes Bella. You don't want to get hurt? Do you?" A deeper, crueler voice taunted in my other ear. I turned my head. Still there was no one.
The tears started coming faster, as I turned back to continue on my journey, only to be stopped short. Six of the cloaked figures were standing in my way. On their heads was a pointy cap. Much like what a princess would were only these were pitch black, like a moonless midnight, cascades of black clothe falling out and around it. Their bodies were covered with the same materially, going all the way down past their feet. What I could see of their faces looked to be like gray sculls, defined to the max. It didn't seem they had any eyes. Nor a mouth for that matter, but that wasn't what I was worried about.
What I was worried about was that I was trapped. To both sides of me were abandon warehouses, their windows cracked and beaten. The only thing I imagined I might find living around there would be a few drunks and drug lords, doing business with each other. Which did sound promising; being in either of their hands sounded so much better than whom I was with now.
Looking behind me, I found two more cloaked figures swooping in. I was stuck. There was no place to go. There was no place to hide. They would find me either way.
"Bella," they all whispered breathily over and over. There went that damn snake again. "Come to us."
"No!" I found myself screaming. "No! No! Get away from me!"
They were close enough to touch now. They grabbed at my arms, my legs, and my waist. Anything they could get a hold of really. "Come Bella. Let's go worship our master." They cooed. Their endless black holes for eyes started glowing bright red, and they seemed to smile.
"No! NO!" I screamed, bawling as they led me away.
These violent delights,
Have violent ends,
And with it pleasurable moments,
But if so asked,
What it was,
That made everyone so enticed,
All I could tell you,
Was I didn't know,
The thoughts of others sick minds.
CPOV (Charlie's point of view)
"Find Isabella Swan hotline," I answered like a pro. At the same time I winced, at the thought that I even had to answer these sorts of calls. I shouldn't be here. No one should. We should have realized before that Bella needed immediate help for her depression.
The head detective of the case –since I was too unstable for the job –said that it was in fact just another teenage runaway, and that we'd find her soon enough. Still sometimes I wonder if that's true. Bella was a danger magnet. She'd most likely get herself into danger. Therefore it was vital we got her home soon.
I just couldn't think of a life without her. She was the light to many people's day; always so polite and kind to everyone.
"Yes. I think I have a clue to where Isabella might be." I high voice said into the phone. From the way my ear seemed to pop I could tell she was chewing gum –loudly and annoyingly- and I imagined her as a blond bimbo, with hot pink nails.
"Go on," I urged.
"Yes, well I heard that she lived in Forks Washington." Oh of all the idiots! God shoot me now! "Do I get a prize?"
"No!" I growled, slamming the phone into its receiver. Sobs wracked my body.
My poor baby girl was probably out there lost and confused. She could be hurt. Or worse….. NO! I would not, could not think such things. Isabella was a smart girl. She wouldn't just die. Maybe I was wrong about all of it. She could be somewhere nice, living the life of her dreams. Healthy and may I say it, happy.
Still I would continue my search. I needed to see Bella up and alive before I'd stop my worrying. It was that plain and simple.
So? What did you all think of that? Do you think it was better than my first try? I know it scared the crap out of me. Bella's point of view, I mean. I was in my incredibly dark and cold room while writing it and everything looked like the cloaked figures. I'm sure I would have wet myself if I had to write too much more.
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