Summary: A sequel to Notes. The story left off from Bella's funeral in the Epilogue. Was that the end or was it just a teaser? Read on to find out. Rated T just to be safe.
Preface
I glanced around the dusty old room moaning in agony, trying to sit up in the silver, cold table I was lying down on. I tried to get up and silver cuffs pulled me back down. I struggled against the extra tight grip but found myself not caring anymore.
"Just kill me already." I moaned in pain. I heard a dark chuckle and cried, writhing in it's grip.
"The nightmares almost over." A voice said coldly. I sighed of relief and relaxed.
"Almost." He shouted and I screamed.
Chapter 1: The Grave's Sweetest Corpse
"So you've awaken." A voice called. I opened my eyes and glanced up to see a pale face flashing me a sickeningly sweet smile.
"So you're the one we've been waiting for, huh? You don't seem that special." The dark voice chuckled. I gulped nervously and felt the heavy weight of chains on my wrists and ankles. Was I human?
"Don't worry, darling. You're a vampire still." He chuckled drinking a sip of human blood disguised as a cocktail drink. The cold black room was eerie, with it's small cob webs in the corner's threatening to drift away with the eerie chill that crept through the creaks and crevices of the small, dark room.
"Where am I?" I mumbled.
"That's for me to know, and you to find out, darling." He chuckled darkly taking another sip of his bloody cocktail drink. I struggled in the grasp of chains that weighed down my whole body.
"I'm Mathias." He chuckled darkly and held out his hand.
"Oh that's right. You can't shake hands because your chained up!" He shouted and chuckled darkly once more.
"Where am I!" I growled with more fierceness.
"Your lucky I found you! You could be dead, writhing in pain for all I care God Damn it!" He shouted at me slamming his drink on the small oak table a few feet away.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way." He grinned evilly, cracking his knuckles.
"Okay. Unchain me so I can kick your ass." I hissed.
"Oh yeah?" he shouted taking a swig of blood and unchaining me. I looked down and realized I had some red and black dress on. Actually, it wasn't red and black. I was wearing a red tight fitted dress accompanied by a black shawl that hung over my shoulders gracefully. I noticed he looked oddly familiar. Mathias? Wasn't his name Thomas.
"You changed me." I stated.
"What a nice body you have, darling." He smiled taking another sip of his drink and he clapped his hands.
"Your Thomas!" I shouted.
"No, I made you think I was. I'm Mathias, darling." That son of a bitch!
"Bring it on." He stated like he read my mind.
"Let's go then." I muttered cracking my own knuckles and cracking my neck.
"Oh, darling that sounds like it hurt." He chuckled darkly again and crouched.
"Bring it on." I flashed my teeth and hissed. I pounced on him and locked my legs around his waist and found a lighter in the corner of the dark room. I pulled it up to his neck and hissed at him.
"Where am I?" I spat.
"I don't know darling, let's shag and I'll do the talking." He smiled and chuckled again. What a psycho maniac.
"Where am I!!" I shouted and lit the flame so it just missed his chin. He gulped, now nervous. He knew I wasn't playing games.
"I don't do games." I hissed and waited for his answer.
"Were in Europe. United Kingdom, England." He mumbled and I stood up.
"Come on darling, I know you still want to play a few games." He chuckled and drank a huge gulp of blood from his drink.
"I don't do games." I repeated and lit the lighter and through it at him.
"See you later." I mumbled and walked into the halls. It was some kind of warehouse. It was abandoned. And about to burst into flames. I quickly teleported into the front of the building and watched it burst into flames. I chuckled and kept walking, and mumbled, "Told you I don't do games."
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As I walked through the little stone streets I realized my appearance had changed on it's own. My hair was still raven black, with that dash of purple/blue and my small dress was nice but I decided to add a small black coat. I inhaled the fresh, crisp air and realized it was winter. I wanted to know more about what happened. I remembered everything except for how I got into that small, dark room. I jumped off that cliff. The only reason I did it was because life was way to hard lately. I walked farther down the stone road which had tiny pebbles on the sides of it. I glanced to the side and heard a sob in the distance. I looked to my right and saw a cemetery. Hmmm, maybe I should go see what happened? I did and quietly walked through the tiny graveyard. It actually wasn't that tiny, but smaller than most graveyards. About half an acre. I finally found the sobbing girl who looked about eighteen from behind, but you never know. I tapped her on the shoulder lightly and saw I was right, she probably was eighteen.
"Bella!" she shouted and through her arms around me. Her bright orange hair waved around in the wind as she hugged me.
"Azalia?" I whispered blinking my eyes repeatedly, this moment being to surreal.
"Bella. Your lips are blue…and your…dead." She whispered blinking her own eyes. I noted at this moment unnecessary fog was flowing up to my ankles. How cliché. Death, a graveyard, and fog. That's actually really cliché.
"Were all dead." I whispered under my breath.
"No I mean, you look really dead." She murmured.
"Your lips are icy blue and your skin is so pale it looks like you haven't eaten in a hundred years!" she exclaimed.
"Hey that's sort of true." I joked. She frowned and I sighed.
"I just remember I died or the machine said I died and then I woke up in a small dark room." I mumbled.
"Do you remember the Cullen's?" she asked as we sat down on a small bench in part of the Cemetery.
"Yes." I whispered picturing Alice's face happy and giggling.
"What about Edward?" she whispered, probably afraid of my reaction. I looked at her a bit to harsh and whispered dramatically.
"I'll always remember Edward." I whispered. She nodded in agreement and we kept talking while sitting on the cold, bench made from wood.
"I know you will." She sighed quietly.
"So you did come back from the ocean, right?" I asked her curiously. She nodded with a grin plastered on her pale face.
"Alice told me you always thought I lived and you were right." She chuckled. I nodded and rubbed my hands together, trying to get some source of heat but failing miserably. I then remembered my necklace and ring. I looked at my finger to find it bare, the same with my neck.
"Azalia. Where is my jewelry?" I whispered. Does she know what I'm talking about?
"Here's the thing, okay Bella you died." She whispered.
"What?" I whispered, devastated.
"You died. At least according to the machine. And you are dead, you look way worst then most vampires. I think you just need a little blood and you'll be fine but Alice gave Edward all your jewelry in memory of you because we really thought you died." She whispered. I glanced at the Grave Stone in front of me and gasped.
Here lies Isabella Marie Volturi Cullen Swan, The Grave's Sweetest Corpse
I gave hugged her and started to sob.
"Bella, you're the Grave's Sweetest Corpse." She chuckled and I tried to smile but it came out like a lopsided frown.
A/AN: the first chapter of the sequel is up!! I just finished the third chapter and you should expect chapter updates on Sunday afternoons, for people in California it'll most likely be a few hours before or wat ever, anyways this story is probably going to be more indie then the last and I'm sure it'll keep you entertained! THANKS AND HAPPY READING!