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If My Heart Stops Beating

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There's something you don't know about this world,something only spoken about in hushed rooms and dark alleys. The underworld, a place for blood sucking demons to thrive. Vampires. This is the story of Bella, a girl as innocent as either you or I.
But a strange mark given to her as a child happened to just be her one-way ticket to the ominous and forsaken Underworld itself.

Chapter One: Just the beginning

I was playing in the backyard, ripping the grass out by it s roots, tearing it from the only thing it had ever known. I would flick it away, watch it scatter across the lawn, then tear out some more. This was the most amusement I could get while my mother stood inside the kitchen, conversing over the phone with someone that she knew, I wasn t quite certain who.

While pulling out some more grass, I found something. I picked it up. In the palm of my small hand was a small,
gold, and shiny band. In all my three years, this had to be the most fascinating thing I had ever come upon.
I looked at it carefully, reading the small, delicate, beautifully written script on it.
If your heart could beat once, it can beat again for love.

I had no clue what it meant, but it intrigued me so.
I couldn t read yet, so I was determined, one way or another,
to have this mystery solved. I stood up, not bothering to brush the grass off of my bottom, and looked in the direction of the kitchen window, to see my mother pacing around, phone still at her ear. I guess I would have to wait to find out what those words were.

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In the meantime, I inspected the ring some more. I studied the perfect circle, the way the moonlight shone made it a brighter gold, but also tinted it with silver.
I had seen golden objects in the moonlight before, but nothing ever resembled this. It was like the reflection of the moon in the most, clear, crisp, and beautiful lake. I also noticed that it had a bit of a glow, like an aura. I closed my hand around the band,
then gasped and opened it again, the ring was so cold that it burned a bit, like I was holding snow in my hand for too long.
So that s where my ring went. My head snapped up, and I made a small gasping noise, shocked by the sudden unfamiliar voice.

The voice had emerged from a tall, dark and mysterious man,
towering over me. A smile graced his lips. The man had raven colored, shaggy, but tidy hair. He had striking features.
His green eyes pierced right through me. He wore clothes that were strange and silly to me. It was a dark beige suit,
and a lighter colored bowler hat that matched. The collar of his jacket was some sort of animal fur trim.
Did I frighten you? his voice was rough and deep, but euphoric.
No, but you did surpriseded me. I said.
He let out a quiet laugh, Where did a little girl, such as yourself, find my ring? I have been looking everywhere for it. Right there. I pointed to the grass in front of me.
Hm, he bent down on one knee, then looked at the ground, You found it here? he asked.
I nodded vigorously.
I see. Well may I have it back? Okay. It hurts anyways. I said, stretching out my hand.
It hurts? he asked curiously.
Yeah. I helded it and it got real cold and then it burned. He stared down a my palm for a moment, eyes fixed on the ring, then he looked up and met my eyes.
You say the ring burned your hand? Yeah. Where? Right here. I pointed to the middle of my palm.
He took the ring, then pulled something out of his pocket.

In his right hand, he held a pocket knife. The blade was a shiny silver,
the light bounced off of it the same way it had the ring, only not quite as beautifully.
The handle of it was a type of wood, but not just any wood. This wood was a pure, crimson red. There was a name carved into the would, but as I mentioned, I can t read, so I didn t know what the name was.

He gently grabbed me by the wrist, and pulled my hand forward. I noticed that the skin on his hands was cold and rough,
nothing like my mother s soft and warm hands. He examined my hand for a minute, then took the blade and lightly pressed it to my skin. He then pressed it harder, and dragged it along my palm. The blood began to seep from my hand, but I didn t cry, or yell, or anything. I just stared at it. While I did, he took the ring and placed it in my hand again,
then closed my hand around it. I felt that burning once again, only stronger this time. I shut my eyes tightly, waiting for the burning to stop. It didn t.

The man opened up my hand and took out the ring. As soon as the ring was gone, the burning sensation stopped,
but of course the wound on my hand still hurt. I caught sight of the ring in his hand, covered in my blood,
covering most of the beautiful gold.
What s your name? he asked.
Bella. Well, Bella, it was a pleasure meeting you. He smiled.
He lifted my hand up to his face and kissed the still bleeding wound.

He stood himself up again and licked his lips clean of my blood. He brushed himself off a bit, then slipped the ring onto his finger. The blood was still on it, but he didn t seem to be bothered by it.
Maybe I ll see you again soon. He flashed me a smile, and started to walk away.
Wait! I called out.
He span himself around gracefully.
Yes? What are those words on the ring? The pretty ones. I asked.
He smiled again, If your heart could beat once, it can beat again for love. Then he walked away,
disappearing into the darkness.

For the next little while, I sat there, staring at the place where he had vanished into the shadows.
A million questions were racing through my head, tugging feverishly at my curiosity. Who was he?
Why was his ring in my garden? Why did he cut me? When will I see him again?
Bella. Bella! I didn t answer my mother, who continued to call my name and walk towards me.
Bella, why won t you- she gasped, Bella! What happened to your hand? At the mention of my hand, I looked down. It was covered in crimson blood, just as the ring had been, only more so.

My mother picked me up off the ground, and quickly walked into the house with me. I couldn t stop staring at where the man had disappeared.

Would he ever come back?

I rushed out of the front doors of the high school, as soon as the bell rang. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. I was a freshman, I was only fourteen, I never did anything to anyone, I didn t deserve this. They re vicious, all of them. Everyone else in there, they laugh at me, they pick on me, they make their snide remarks and awful jokes. Words, names, things I never expected to hear people say about me or call me.

She s crazy, they would say. She s a freak. , She doesn t belong here. , Why is she still alive? , She s such a stupid fag, why can t she just be normal?

I heard all of those remarks, every single day. I was an outcast. Nobody wanted to eat lunch with freak girl,
nobody wanted to hang out with the biggest loser in school, nobody wanted to come near me.

I slid down the rough, burgundy brick wall. I closed my eyes tightly, I wasn t going to cry.
I couldn t show weakness. I wasn t going to cry. I couldn t cry. I didn t even cry when I was a little girl,
and that strange man had cut my hand. There was a big pink scar across my palm, on certain occasions the burning would return. A few times a day probably.

I hadn t seen that man since he had come to my yard, eleven years ago. I never found out what he wanted,
why he did what he did. He was my biggest mystery, ever since I had found out what the words on his ring were. Back then, I had no clue what they meant. Every day they became more and more clearer, but never clear enough.

I exhaled the fall air. It was my favorite season. This season had Halloween, a night of mythical creatures,
a night where you could be whatever you wanted, a night of mystery. It always reminded me of him. He was mysterious, he came in the fall, the only thing missing was that he wasn t a mythical creature. Or well.. at least not that I knew of.

It was horrible out. Dark clouds, blocking every ounce of sunlight, a storm waiting to be born. I could tell it was going to be bad. I turned my head and looked at my surroundings. Suddenly something caught my eye. I looked over at a dark, shaded corner. There stood a man in a dark beige suit, matching bowler hat, dark hair and a fur trim around his collar. There was a familiarity about this man that I couldn t place. It was at the tip of my tongue, but who..

Then it hit me.

It was that man, from all those years ago. What was he doing here? Why was he at my school? This was not a good time for him to show up. He stared at me, arms folded across his chest,
and he didn t have an absolute emotion on his face. He wasn t smiling, and he wasn t frowning. He didn t look angry, he didn t look upset. He was just.. content.

I heard heels, clicking off the ground, and switched my gaze to my left, where two of the school s most popular juniors were coming towards me. The thing I hated the most was that they weren t only walking towards me, they were also whispering and looking at me. I knew what was coming.
Hey look, the freak show came to town, and they re right outside the school too. One of them cackled.
Ooh, looks like vampire girl needs even more time alone. Why don t you go do something with your life and suck someone s blood! the other chimed in.

The first who had commented was a blond girl. She had hazel eyes, she had the looks every girl wished they had. Her face wasn t very descriptive, it was just.. perfect. And she was born like it. I think her name was Lauren. She was a cheerleader and a bitch. I m not being biased, she was actually a bitch to almost everyone, and dated every good looking guy that ever graced our school.

The other was a brunette with eyes like ice. Not only was she pretty, not as pretty as Lauren I might add, but she had the body every girl wanted. She had the curves, the breasts, the legs. She too was a cheerleader,
and ex-soccer player. Her name was Jessica, and she was very much like Lauren. The only difference was that,
instead of dating all the gorgeous boys, she slept with pretty much every guy. Not just the attractive ones,
but all types. Jocks, nerds, goths, pretty boys, you name it. Although, the goths were probably the least likely to sleep with her, and she was least likely to sleep with them. I think she just liked them because of the chains and piercings and all sorts of torture weapons and such that she could use to make things kinkier .

I wasn t in the mood to be made fun of, especially not in front of the man I had been waiting to see for eleven years.
Jessica, I bet she s going to cry. She is such a baby. We should really teach her to toughen up. Jessica smirked.
And how do you suggest that, Lauren? Lauren got the same look on her face.
Well we ve done plenty to break her self-confidence, why don t we just break her? Genius.

They dropped everything and strode over to me. Shit, how am I going to get out of this one? I sat there, only slightly frightened of being beaten. I d gotten hit by my peers lots of times before, but these two had some odd, unknown hate towards me, and high heels that were several inches high.
Lauren grabbed my books and threw them away from me. Being as stupid as I was, I reached out to grab them.
As I did so, Lauren kicked me in the stomach. I fell over, holding my stomach for dear life. I saw the amusement on their faces, knowing they had only just begun. Jessica reached down and grabbed my by the hair, standing me up.
As much as I wanted to kick her where it would hurt the most, I knew there was no point, they would just get the football players to finish me off.

Lauren grabbed me, then threw me against the brick wall.
Poor little vampire girl, she looks like she s about to cry. She said, faking sympathy.
Aw, lets finish the job then, shall we? Ariel responded.
I m all for it.

Lauren pushed me over to Jessica, and Jessica pushed me onto the ground. Unfortunately for me, I landed on a big, hard rock. That s going to be a bruise on my side tomorrow. They both started to kick me, Lauren at my head, Jessica at my back. I just laid there, taking every bit of pain. If I didn t cry they would either leave me alone or never go away. I was hoping it would be the first one.
Jessica, why won t she cry? Stupid bitch! Lauren kicked me harshly in the head. The pain shot right through my head,
making me just want to grab Lauren s leg and twist her ankles until they broke.
I don t know, she is a freak, Shy. Maybe we should just leave and finish her off on Monday. Jessica kicked me just as harshly as Lauren, and I felt as though my spine would have cracked.
Whatever. Lets just hope she doesn t kill herself over the weekend or else we won t have anymore amusement.

I heard their heels returning to the sidewalk, and then faintly disappearing along with their retched laughter. I laid, holding onto my stomach and head, breathing heavily. At least I didn t cry. What disappoints me is the fact that I came so close to it though.

Slowly, I propped myself up with my arms, and then carefully lifted myself off the ground. I picked up my scattered books and papers. Why does everyone have to do this to me? Why must I be the one to be picked on and bullied and whatnot?
I hate this. I hate my life.

Remembering the man, I looked up at the corner where I remembered he had been standing. He was still there. The only thing different about him were his features. His face was now contorted into a look of pity. Why did he have to see me get beaten up? It s not the most flattering thing that can happen to a person. It s rather embarrassing,
even though everyone knows it happens.

I looked down to see my fist clenched. It was only then that I realized I had been doing it all along because my scar was burning. I clenched my fist even tighter.

I began to walk away from the school, heading towards my house. I didn t want to see him anymore.
I was humiliated, and I didn t want to talk about it. I didn t even know if he would mention it or not. Let alone talk to me. I just didn t want to talk to him or anyone else.

Maybe my parents moving us to Ohio tomorrow isn t such a bad thing after all

You lost her? Carslie bellowed.
Yes. Edward sighed.
How could you lose her? I don t know! It was an accident! I had no clue that her parents intended on moving her! Edward, you are an idiot. How could you not have known? I m sorry Master Cullen, I m not a complete stalker. Carslie, you know you may refer to me by my first name, you are my right hand man after all, which is exactly why I m so upset. You re my friend Edward.
Just because my heart doesn t beat anymore, that doesn t mean I can t have feelings now. I care about my friends. I know, I know. I m just frustrated. I don t know where she is anymore and I may never find her again. You did leave that mark on her, correct? Years ago, you know that. Well maybe there is still hope. She ll show up eventually, she has to. I suppose.. She may return, although from the look of the scene that played out in front of me a few days ago, it isn t looking very likely. And what scene was this? Carslie intrigued with interest.
I saw a couple of girls, most likely older, bullying her. Beating her. Mocking her. Trying to make her cry, trying to break her, both physically and emotionally. When she looked at me afterward, all I could see in her eyes was humiliation. I don t know if she recognized me, but by the way she looked at me after several minutes, my guess is that she knew. Well then, Edward it seems as though either, she is completely unaccepted by her peers, not a people person, and a very lonesome girl, or you brought some horrible curse upon her by marking her, because she s stuck with one of the most hideous things on earth on her mind constantly. Carslie smirked.
You re so hilarious Edward. She s not accepted. I overheard them. They called her a freak and vampire girl. How do they know? Carslie furrowed his eyebrows.
That s the thing. They don t, I don t think she knows either. Edward said.
Carslie had a look of thought and concentration on his face, as if he were trying to put this whole puzzle together mentally.
Master Cullen! We found an interloper. They say they were sent by the hunters. They also claim to barely know the hunters. A man in the doorway spoke.
Bring them in. Edward, we ll continue this conversation later. In the mean time find something to busy yourself. Eat, torture mundanes, go for a walk, think about um.. that girl- Bella. Edward spoke firmly.
Ah yes, Bella. Find ways to bring her back. I ll be dealing with this bastard for the next few hours. As you wish, Master Cullen. Edward bowed.
What did I tell you about calling me that? I m not terribly sure, I wasn t listening. He smirked.

Edward walked along the cold, windy streets of Chicago. He walked somewhat in the shadows, not wanting to be seen by any humans. His hands were in his pockets, a habit he had picked up from this generation s humans, and he stared at his feet. He didn t know how she could have slipped through his fingers so easily, how she could have gotten away without him knowing until after it happened. Why was he so stupid? He would never find her now, she would never come back to a place where she was bullied so horribly by everyone around her.

He opened the second story window from the outside, and climbed into the bedroom. It resembled nothing of a bedroom now. The walls were stripped bare of their posters and pictures. The room emptied of all it s furniture. The lights off, with nothing but the light of the moon to illuminate the room. The room looked almost as if it were naked. It looked nothing like it did when Bella occupied it.
Edward leaned against the wall, heaving a sigh. Even though he didn t have to breathe anymore, it just seemed like the appropriate thing to do at a time like this. He breathed in the air. Her scent still carried throughout the room.
It was like.. vanilla and lavender. She smelled amazing, even though she wore no type of perfume or hairspray. Mike knew this scent well.
Not that he had any physical contact with her in the past eleven years, but he spent a lot of time around her house, watching her almost everywhere she went, watching as she grew up, changing everyday.
Why didn t I pay more attention? he groaned.

He knew he had royally screwed up. He lost Bella, and the chances of her return were slim to none.
Why did her parents have to move her? Why couldn t they just stay and try to have a somewhat happy life? Things would have gotten better over time, he knew they would. His life was about to drag on for what would seem like forever,
which it would be, and he would live it in misery.

He had lost the only person he truly wanted and needed, and he wouldn t get her back.

Thats the end of this chapter ill update real soon after i get maybe some reveiws so i know if i should finish it