AN: Okay so this story is also on TTS, and on there of course strict rules and what not and dont say crap or you'll get your entire life's work story deleted. So the first couple of chapters are of course, wishy washy and void of any real fun stuff. But I hope to get into something good a little later on. Once i decide what the plot is going to be of course...cause right now I'm just letting the characters tell me what to do. Of course this has always proven to be a very bad idea but what the hell, if it gets stuff written I'm already doing better than if I actually plan this shit out. SO...on with the story...? Srry the chapters are so short, I easily distracted, get bored quicker than you can type Cannibalistic espionage of course, why you'd be typing that is completely beyond me but who am I to judge, I did come up with it in the first place...anywhoo...
Sparkly Vampires anyone?
Chapter One: Whoops, Hole There.
The cruiser drove smoothly down the road as I glared at the sky and the slowing cars interchangably. Both deserved by furry. Why did Charlie have to drive the police car everywhere? Another good question, Why did Charlie insist on on living on a town that didn't have sun? I'm not kidding, there seriously is no sun, unless you get one of those rare days. I think there's ten out of the entire year. I grumbled under my breath, half wishing they wouldn't, half daring the clouds to open up and rain on my parade. I was finally getting to go to La Push, where the beach was, and some sort of decent entertainment. I had already finished the two books I had brought with me for my visit to my dad's.
Forks was extremely dreary and small. Entertaining yourself seemed quite impossible, especially for a fifteen year old girl used to getting to sit out and read her collection of books in the midday sun. Here I had about four books altogether and we already talked about the whole no sun thing? Plus as if to add to the pleasure of these little visits, Charlie couldn't cook to save his life...literally. I was used to cooking for my mom and having basically free rein at both the grocery store and the kitchen, Charlie didn't think I should be near a stove. Didn't he know I would be moving out of the house in only three years?
"Cheer up Pumpkin, we're almost there." Charlie said, trying to be comforting. I shifted looking down at the uncomfortable one piece, bright red swim suit I was wearing. I grimaced slightly, it was too small, but I didn't have the heart to tell him, like I couldn't tell him how much I truly hated this place.
"Yea, dad what ever you say." I answered, locking my eyes on the road in front of us. Everything in front of me was green, to the sides, green, behind us-green. It was sort of disturbing. Finally the trees started to thin and houses started to become more frequent. I waved to no one as we passed Billy's house, Charlie best fishing buddy, and we continued till the sign the read La Push Beach cam into view. I was excited, the sky looked like it was going to hold and the water was slick calm, like a piece of slate. I tried to ignore the fact that the site sent a longing from bright blue beaches like the ones in pictures. Living in Arizona and Washington didn't quite give you the chance to see things like that.
"Be careful." Charlie called as I ran for the shoreline, a huge grin stretched across my face. Throwing my stuff down on the pebbles that formed the beach, I ran into the water, but immediately jumped back out.
"Shoot! It's cold!" I yelled, internally scolding myself for being such an idiot.
Charlie chuckled behind me. "I bet it is, try going in slowly." He recommended.
I took his advice, slowly going in and letting my body adjust to the temperature. Soon I was waist deep. I turned around to smile at Charlie comfortingly. I knew he worried about me, and I didn't want him too. I took another step back, not paying attention to where I was going. I froze as my foot perched, half off a ledge and half off.
Charlie seemed to realize what was going to happen before I did, his eyes were bright, alert, and somewhat pained.
The current tugged at me and shifted my weight enough that the ledge collapsed throwing me back into the swirling water. I started to sink, realizing the drop off was very steep. I looked around frantically for a way to get to the top, my lungs already starting to burn. It all looked the same! I couldn't distinguish up from down.
Out here the current was a lot rougher, pulling and tugging in all directions, as if it was fighting over me like a piece of meat. My head hit something and a bubble of air popped out of my mouth and water filled my lungs. In a last attempt I shoved against what had hit me, hoping fervently it was the bottom and pushed my legs to work harder against the cold. My head was spinning wildly and I could see the darkness starting to close in.
In a brief moment of complete incoherency my mind spewed out this stupid thought. 'Huh this is what it's like to drown.'
I shook my head, or at least I thought i did, but the blackness was coming closer. I worried, this would break my mom's heart and Charlie would be devastated. I guess i didn't have any friends to worry about. I decided that it hurt to much to fight the blackness, my lungs hurt, my legs hurt, my arms hurt, my head hurt, everything hurt and I wanted it to stop.
I closed my eyes.
Someones sobs woke me, or at least I think i was awake...sort of? I couldn't really see anything but I could hear noises.
"Bella! WHY MY BELLA!" Someone screeched and I flinched as I recognized my mothers voices.
"We tried to save her, but there was too much water in her lungs, and her body had gone into hypothermia." A cool calm voice said, it tone was racked in grief but he was still professional. I tried to figure out what was going on.
Tried to save me? Didn't they though? I wasn't dead. I think. I suddenly realized my body ached, pain was every where. It was horrible! No I had to be alive, pain like this couldn't happen when you were dead.
"It's all my fault." Someone whimpered. I wanted to reach out to the voice I identified as Charlie. This wasn't his fault, it was mine, all mine! And I'm not dead! I'm here! But I couldn't find them, all there was was the swallowing darkness.
"I recommend a closed casket service, her body will be quite damaged, due to the force with which she was hit." The smooth voice was back. "Why don't you go down and get something to drink, coffee maybe? And I'll take her down to the morgue so we can do a final autopsy and determine her actual cause of death. It's hospital procedure, in order to insure we had no hand in the death." AN AUTOPSY!
BUT I"M NOT DEAD! They were going to cut me open, look at me, but I wasn't dead! I heard the scuffle of feet and assumed they were following his orders.
Suddenly the voice, who I assumed to be the doctor was whispering. "I'm sorry, you'll be dead within the hour if I don't do this." Wait was he talking to me? "It will be painful, extremely, you'll want me to kill you. I won't." He said determinedly. I felt like shivering at his words, but I couldn't find my body. "You can scream, but it won't do any good. Where we're going no one will hear you." I was deathly terrified of this man. What was he talking about, what was going on? "Isabella, I'm a vampire." He stated bluntly.
You've got to be kidding me. Phyco doctor dude was truly phyco.
"I'm turning you into a vampire too." Oh, well that just clears everything up, doesn't it! I though sarcastically.
Then it felt like I was flying, soaring through the air. I wanted to laugh in the good doctors face, tell him I was already dying, he couldn't fulfill his warped plans, of course i couldn't find my mouth at the time.
Then it stopped and the burning started. I cried out in pain. Screamed, now my mouth worked! It started in my neck and spread, like I was literally on fire, the heat of it seeping into my veins. My skin had to be charred, burning and falling away. My entire body was engulfed and then to my immense displeasure it got hotter. My arms and legs were probably gone now as the fire ate away at me like some sort of hungry creature, the more it ate the hotter it got. Pain had an entirely new meaning in my book.
"KILL ME!" I screamed knowing full well it was useless.
"Bella, your turning into a vampire. We are immortal, we do not sleep, we drink blood, you may choose to drink animal or human blood, we are extremely strong, and fast." I wanted to tell him to shut up, and stop using the plurals.
He mumbled more apologies and went into further explanation as the pain grew, but I listened, listened in another part of my head to what he was saying, knowing somewhere in me that it was true, that I'm becoming some sort of odd monster.
I was torn between crying out in relief or screaming louder as the fire retreating from my finger tips, only to rush to my heart searing it with it's painful flames. Slowly it left my body, gathering in my heart, I could hear it speeding up, fighting the fire, it's all consuming heat. My back arched in the pain, and my heart continued to speed up flying like a helicopters blades.
And then with one last dull thud it cut off, the fire gone having consumed me entirely. I was alive and dead at the same time. I was literally undead.