NOTE: This is a combination with the Dark Guardian series by Rachel Hawthorne. I just put it as Twilight because I wasn't getting enough reviews. It won't be that hard to figure out later. There won't be Dark Guardian stuff until the fifth chapter, I think.
Chapter 1: The Dance Disaster
Bella POV
The day was dreary. I was annoyed as I always was. But what I was usually annoyed at, is my dance partner, Liam. He is a brat and I hate him. He is a cocky brat too. Also, he does this thing where he intentionally drops me and then says 'To bad. Looks like I have to get a new dance partner.' It annoys the heck out of me. I just want to kick his butt, but if I do that, my mom will have my head.
I don't actually mind him dropping me. I noticed this thing where I can ignore pain, when I had fell off my bicycle when my dad had left and I was trying this on my own. I had fallen off, got up, and then tried again. I ended up falling a lot, but I didn't notice the scrapes until I got home and my mom said 'My, what happened to you?' I had looked down and saw my jeans ripped up and coated in blood. Sure enough when we cleaned the blood away from my legs and jeans, there were huge scrapes covering my shins, knees, and thighs. My mother had been so concerned for me, that I had comforted her by saying, 'It doesn't hurt at all, honest.' She responded, 'Okay, I believe you. But you have to let me inspect you.' Then she inspected every part of my body. We had found scrapes on my elbows, hands, and even on my belly. I was confused at how all these scrapes had gotten on me. Then I remembered all the falling and the small pricks of pain that came after them.
My mother had rushed me into the bathroom, and told me to take a long bath. I did as I was told. When I got in the hot water, the pricks of pain came back. These were more intense. It was kind of like when someone puts disinfectant spray on, except that it kept on going. I didn't think about the pain then. I wondered why my father had left me and my mom. I shook my head not wanting to know. I got out of the tub, drained the tub, and dried off. I was only six years old then. Now I was seventeen.
I sighed. The past was so wonderful, when I didn't have annoying dance partners or know about my parents' divorce.
We walked into the arena. The lobby was huge. It had a high ceiling, which had designs of flowers stenciled on. There was the front desk with the marble counters. A young lady dressed in a dull uniform, was smiling and helping a boat load of people. They were going to be in the audience.
"Come on, Bella. We need to get you ready for the show," my make-up stylist/clothes designer Alice said. She grabbed my forearm and dragged me to my dressing room.
I always pondered at Alice's cold, hard grasp. She didn't grab me hard enough for it to hurt, but just enough so I couldn't escape. I looked at the back of her head while being dragged.
"Alice, why is it that your skin is always so cold?" I asked with the curiosity ringing in my voice.
"Not important. Now pick up the pace. We're gonna be late." Alice was always in a rush. I did as she said.
We approached a door that had a piece of paper attached to it that said my name: Isabella Swan. Come on, people! My name was, Isabella, but I preferred Bella; so much easier to say.
Alice opened the door and dragged me in. She had me get dressed first. Then we were going to do make-up and hair.
I put on my costume, which was black shoes that barely had a heel, short black gaucho pants, and a sparkly purple top that I tucked into the pant so they won't fly up when I do my dance steps.
Alice arranged my hair in a pony tail that sat, not directly on top of my head, but positioned between the top and the back. When it was in the pony, Alice curled my hair so it was curly, and contained. I had a little piece of hair that couldn't be fit into the pony, so Alice just curled that, too and pinned it out of my way.
My make-up was simple; a lipstick that was close to my natural lip color, a light blush, purple eye shadow, and black mascara and eye liner. I looked into the golden eyes of my stylist. "Thank you." Was all I said. Alice looked at me sadly. I think I heard her say, "I'll miss those blue eyes." But I wasn't absolutely sure. I did have blue eyes. They were sometimes pale, and sometimes as deep as the ocean.
"You need to go, now," Alice said.
"Oh, yeah. See you after the show!" I responded with confusion hinted in my voice.
I walked quickly down the halls. A large security guard had led the way back stage. I looked around for Liam and saw him instantly. We had sort-of matching costumes. His shirt was just purple. Also, he had long, black trousers.
"You two, you're in 5," said a crew worker.
"Come on, Liam."
"Comin'."
We set off for the stage. When we got there we got into our ready positions. The lights shown down in a colorful pattern. The song started playing. The song was Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus. (A/N: I really like that song and it fit really well)
"I hopped off the plane in LAX with a dream in my card again."
I hopped into Liam's arms like we rehearsed. Instead, he accidentally dropped me and I fell. My fingers were crushed under the weight of my body, and my shoulder went behind the limit it would be able. The audience went, "Oooooooo." Pain shot up from my arm and struck hard at my shoulder. I got up and did the small dance steps that went between the big ones.
"Welcome to the land of famous X, am I gonna fit in?
Jumped in the cab, here I am for the first time. Looked to the right and I see the Hollywood sign."
Liam had kneeled into a crab-walk position and I sat on his lap. I looked to the right, where the large screen had offered a Hollywood sign. Liam had again accidentally done something we did not rehearse. He tilted one side forward, toward the front of the stage. I fell forward, not off the front of the stage which we were far away from, and my ankle twisted one way while my knee twisted the other way. Pain shot all through my leg. I guessed I had broken my ankle and knee. I ignored the pain without even noticing what I was doing. I did what I had done the first time he disappointed me in this dance.
"This is all so crazy, everybody seems so famous. My tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda homesick. Too much pressure and I'm nervous. That's when the taxi man turned on the radio, and the Jay-Z song was on."(Repeat 2 times) "So I put my hands up, they're playing my song. The butterflies fly away."
I put my hands up, and Liam lifted me up by my waist. I made a slow flapping motion with my arms, as if I were a butterfly and flying away. Liam dropped me, once again, and, once again, I fell. The opposite arm of which I hurt earlier had been crushed by my body. Crack! I had actually heard the breaking of my elbow. The others I felt, and this one I heard and felt. I got back up and did the next dance moves.
"I'm nodding my head like yeah. Moving my hips like yeah."
I did as the song inquired, nodding my head and swiveling my hips.
"They know I'm gonna be okay. Yeah, it's a party in the USA! Yeah, it's a party in the USA. Get to the club in my taxi cab, everybody's looking at me now. Like who's that chick with rocking kicks, she's gotta be from outta town. So hard with my girls not around me. It's definitely not a Nashville party. 'Cause all I see is stilettos. I guess I never got the memo. My tummy's turning and I'm feeling kinda homesick. Too much pressure and I'm nervous. That's when the DJ dropped my favorite tune."
When the song said "dropped" I looked at Liam and narrowed my eyes. He didn't even notice I looked at him at all.
"And the Britney song was on." (Repeat 2 times) "So I put my hands up, they're playing my song. The butterflies fly away. Nodding my head like yeah. Moving my hips like yeah." Again I did as the song inquired. "Got my hands up, they're playing my song. They know I'm gonna be okay, Yeah, it's a party in the USA. Yeah, it's a party in the USA. Feel like hopping on a flight. Back to my hometown tonight.
I had jumped up and Liam, thankfully, caught me. He held me by my forearms, which had reminded me that parts of each arm were broken. I fought through the pain and locked my fingers on his forearms. This was the cue. He started spinning me around in circles. They started out at mild speed.
"Something stops me every time. The DJ plays my song and I feel alright. So I put my hands up, they're playing my song. The butterflies fly away. Nodding my head like yeah. Moving my hips like yeah.
He started slowing down the spinning at this point. I relaxed my grip on him waiting for him to completely stop. He did do this in fact, except of letting me down on the ground gently he let go. I went flying half way across the stage and landed on my unhurt leg that I felt snap underneath me. My shin and upper leg were the things that had probably broken. My spine had bent an odd way. Crack! Great, I most likely broke a vertebrate out of place. (A/N: Don't know what a vertebrate is? Look it up on Google™) I got up and continued like I was supposed to do when I fell down, which was a lot.
"Got my hands up, they're playing my song. They know I'm gonna be okay. Yeah, it's a party in the USA. Yeah, it's a party in the USA. So I put my hands up, they're playing my song. The butterflies fly away. Nodding my head like yeah. Moving my hips like yeah. Got my hands up, they're playing my song. They know I'm gonna be okay. Yeah, it's a party in the USA. Yeah, it's a party in the USA!
I ended with my hands up shaped like a 'V' and my head thrown back. Confetti cannons exploded on the last 'USA.' Liam held my hand in the ending pose. It was sickening! This mean, snobby man thinks he can get away with hurting me so much? I knew he meant to do it after he dropped me the second time. He was going to get a full blown argument with me.
We bowed, and I let go of his hand then waved. I skipped out, and zoomed to my dressing room. I didn't want to hear our score. Alice wasn't in there. I got undressed by myself. Then, I put on jeans, a T-shirt, and tennis. I ran back out to where Liam and I were supposed to meet. He looked angry. It might be because he looked horrible on the prettily crafted bench. But he probably thought he looked great. I had a second guess.
"Thanks to you, we only got ten stingy points out of twenty." He smirked in my face.
"Well, I'm not the one with the butter fingers." I replied coolly. His smirk disappeared, and then reappeared.
"You got damaged out there. And yet you're not in the ER."
"Yeah, well you were the one who got dissed because of your 'mistakes' as they put it."
"How'd you know about it?"
"I have a TV in my dressing room, remember, dumbie?" Now he was off the bench and in my face.
"Now you listen to me, klutz. I may have done it on purpose, but who's gonna believe you? Yeah, that's right; nobody."
"You dang, frickin' idiot. A lot of people would believe me. Alice defiantly would. So would Breeze." (She's my best friend from my hometown, Omaha, NE)
"Shut up you!" He screamed at me. It's a good thing every one was still watching dancers or they would hear us and see us fighting. Liam pushed me; I pushed him back. It continued for a while, and then he yelled, "Stop," and pushed me so hard in the chest, that I went flying back, against a brick wall, bumped my head, and walked backwards. The world tilted. Then I was looking at the sky. Liam was looking down at me. There was pain inflicted every where. I couldn't breathe well. That meant a ruptured lung. I felt the blood seeping through my hair. The world was spinning around me. The last thing I saw was Dr. Cullen, kneeling next to me a frightened and thoughtful expression on his face. It all went black after that.
I woke up in the ER.
"How long was I out?" I asked who ever was available.
"Not too long Bella. Just half an hour. Long enough for us to get you here and stop your head from bleeding. That boy Liam saved you. He's a nice boy," Dr. Cullen said. I was just about to reply, "Nice? He did this to me! He's the reason I'm in this blasted place," but some body beat me to it.
"He's not that nice. He talks about her just like she's something to get rid of. You saw him. He did this to her." My eyes franticly searched for the speaker. They rested on Alice's brother, Edward. He looked annoyed. He also was the only other one in the room.
His glare was smoldering. And golden. His eyes were the honey gold like his sister's and his fathers. The whole family had golden eyes, which I thought was quite odd. His gaze locked into mine. Carlisle Cullen broke our gaze.
"Get Alice and the rest of the family in here." Dr. Cullen ordered his son. Edward did as he was told.
"So, Doc, what's all broken?"
"A few fingers, your shoulder is dislodged, ankle is twisted, knee cap is out of place, you broke an elbow, along with your shin, upper leg, a vertebrate, the back of your head, and two ribs. I taped up the ribs, and fixed the vertebrate, but that is all I can do for now. If we go into full surgery, then it would take months to recover."
"Months?" He nodded his head.
"Possibly years."
"Wow."
"That is why I am calling my family in. We will decide weather or not you will have surgery or…." He left of at that.
"Or?" He had turned his attention to the door, where Edward held the door for Alice, Esme, Rosalie, Jasper, and Emmet. Alice had introduced me to her family when I hired her. It seemed as she knew she would get the job, so she brought her family.
"So, what is this for?" I asked. Carlisle told Jasper something, that I couldn't hear, and I felt sleepy all of a sudden.
"Is it okay for me to take a nap?"
"Sure." I went into a dreamful sleep.
I was running. Fast. Faster than I could. I jumped and looked down. I was jumping over a river. A 70 foot wide river. I landed on the balls of my feet. I looked back into the river. A girl with crimson eyes, and a pale complexion stared back at me. She had brown hair that went to her torso. She looked familiar. Like…me. My hand flew to my mouth. She mimicked my motion. A pale figure walked up behind me. Handsome, bronze haired, and the sun was on his skin, making it sparkle like a million diamonds. I knew that face, and that hair. Edward. I marveled at his beauty. He leaned in. A growl came from behind me. Edward bared his perfect teeth. He through me behind him, and attacked a furry beast. A wolf. A reddish-brown wolf.
"Stop!" I shouted. "Jacob, Edward stop!" Wait, this was Jacob? How do I know? I looked at the wolf. Yes this was definitely Jacob. They both looked at me. Then continued fighting. I ran. Then I turned around. When I went back I saw a burning fire and a bleeding Jacob on the floor. His heart when thump! Thump! Thump! Then it stopped. Completely stopped. Forever. There was a sweet smell in the air. Edward was nowhere to be found. I looked into the fire. I saw a burning Edward, looking so peaceful. I screamed up into the air.
That what I was doing when I woke up: screaming.
"Bella? Bella, are you okay? Are you hurt?" Carlisle asked frantically.
"What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine." I responded.
"Oh, okay. Go ahead and go back to sleep." I went back to a dreamless sleep.