A Night Without End
By: foufymaus
AU/OOC
Disclaimer: I own a scooter, and my cat owns me. Twilight and all recognizable characters are owned by Stephanie Meyer. All others are mine.
Rated: M Mature themes, and Loads of Curse words
Summary: Isabella Swan traumatized by events on her 16th birthday moves from Phoenix to Forks in an attempt to live a normal teenage life. Companion Piece to 'An Eternal Sunrise'
Author Note: First of all this story goes out to my tweeters: NinaM86, Vampsessed, KerrieSwan without their support this story would never have been posted anywhere. Thanks listening to me whine, complain, correcting my mistakes, and for the laughter! Oh can't forget my lil brother who observed and help fixed some plot holes.
This is being written at the same time as 'An Eternal Sunrise'. There will be several different POV shifts during the story, primarily from third to first person. Please forgive me. But it will not switch to different characters POV 'An Eternal Sunrise' will be Edward POV only, this one is Bella's POV.
Any geographic mistakes are mine simply because I have never traveled to any places mentioned in the series. Along with that disclaimer I am not in a medical field so any medical mistakes are solely mine, and possibly Google.
There will be additional notes at the end of the story.
Thanks
A Night Without End
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Prologue: Birthday Surprises.
Phoenix:
Isabella Swan felt the rumble of the powerful machine long before she climbed on top. She eyed the man already seated on the large black motorcycle. Smiling he held out his hand, skipping over, she was giddy with excitement. This was her birthday gift, she was excited, he promised her a ride when she got her drivers license.
Grasping his large warm hand, Bella stepped on the skid plate boosting her body on to the large bike. Immediately she felt the rumble of the Harley between her legs, straddling the bike she settled on to the smooth black leather seats. The man reached in front of him, he gave her his helmet. "Your mother would kill me if you don't wear this."
Boys who first admired the power of the bike quickly focused their attention on the slender girl with thick mahogany hair next seated on it. Her pale skin a stark contrast to the sun kissed skin of the rest of the student body. Her jeans hugged the swell of her hips like a second skin stretching as she sat upon the bike. They watched as her dark blue fitted button up top rise above the waistband of her jeans revealing a tantalizing glimpse of petal soft skin. Her cheeks tinted rose from the excitement, rivaled the sparkle of her chocolate colored eyes.
Smiling, she quickly slid the slightly oversized helmet on to her head, snapping the visor in to place. It covered her entire head leaving only her eyes visible. A twinge of guilt briefly dimmed her happiness. She remembered a promise she once made to her father Charlie when she was ten.
Aside from the two weeks vacation in California, and the occasional birthday and Christmas cards contact with Charlie was sporadic at best. She rarely thought about him, in the back of her mind she knew he would always be part of her life if only on the fringe.
"Ready kiddo?!" Phil yelled over the loud rumble of the bike. Her answered muffled by the thick padding of her helmet she answered him, "Yea! Let's get home and party!"
She wrapped her slender arms around her stepfather; with that last statement her reputation as a party girl was cemented in the minds of the few students close enough to hear. For a brief moment all she wanted was to be reckless and young. A teenager like she was supposed to be.
Gunning the big bike Phil peeled out of the school parking lot, attracting the notice of the students they watched as the shy quiet studious Isabella Swan peel out of the lot like a biker chick. Her laughter could be heard on the wind as they sped out of sight.
Isabella's audience groaned in discomfort as they all rushed away from the unintentional show; each of them quickly trying to figure out how to get to know her before the competition did.
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Flying down the wide streets of Phoenix, Isabella laughed her entire body felt alive. The wind whispered against her skin, it felt like thousands of bubbles caressing her arms. The rumble of the bike stirred her giddiness. Her cry of joy bubbled out from her chest. Keeping one arm wrapped around Phil she raised her hand and released a loud whoop of happiness.
She briefly thought about how the wind would feel through her hair, how it would feel as it caressed her cheeks. For one second she almost wanted to remove her helmet, but the sensible smart girl knew it would be a mistake.
Bella felt Phil laugh from her exuberant call, "Having fun kid?"
"Yeah" she spoke loudly over the grumble of the bike. "Let's get home before your mom really gets too antsy."
Isabella felt the bike slow; she heard the ticking of the turn signal. Leaning against Phil she took in the moment, the smell of Phil's leather jacket, the warmth of the Phoenix sun against her back and arms. How she vibrated from joy. It would have been perfect if she hadn't felt the niggling bit of guilt from her broken promise.
Instinctively she leaned to the left as Phil proceeded to make the left hand turn to home Isabella heard him curse as she felt his muscles tighten under her grasp. As she glanced up in panic she saw the late model Chevrolet pickup in front of the bike. Isabella gripped Phil tighter and held on.
The world slowed, she felt the bike skid sideways as Phil attempted to not hit the truck dead on. The agonizing crush of pain that flared from her now shattered right leg as it was pinned between the weight of the bike and the truck. She felt the drip of blood and something else against her.
The smell of gasoline filled the air as the truck continued to move forward from the time of impact, it dragged the heavy bike across the concrete creating sparks as the metal dug in to the road.
Her head mercifully protected by the helmet bounced against the side of the truck, the visor snapped off leaving her eyes free to see the horror that was unfolding before her.
She felt bones in along the right side of her body shatter from the force as her body bounced against the truck. She tried to draw in a deep breath as the fumes of the spilled gasoline filled her senses at the exact same time they ignited.
The burning filled her mouth and flowed through her windpipes searing her vocal cords, her hoarse screams filled the air. The flash ignition of the flames flicker through the opening of the helmet searing her eyes, desperate to get away from the pain she frantically pushed against the now stilled movement of the truck.
Her left side now torn open by the road as she and Phil slid along the pavement, the slender skin hugging jeans and the pretty dark blue blouse were no match against the sun heated asphalt, they ripped away as each stone and pebble grated along the petal soft skin, marking her.
The fire once ignited quickly tried to claim its victims; it rolled and boiled against the truck. Reaching toward the now broken Harley motorcycle it quickly engulfed the bike.
The owner of the truck, a man of middle age, looked in stunned horror as he realized his truck was on fire. A passerby quickly pulled him out from the passenger side.
The flames licked at her, igniting the gasoline soaked clothing. Her world now consisted of the fire that consumed her.
Isabella screamed drawing in more of the heated air, screaming, as the darkness moved in pulling her under, swallowing her, taking away the pain. In her ears she heard the muffled cries of Phil as he too fought against the fire that tried to take them.
She vaguely felt hands clasp around her body and pull her away from the horror that had just happened, a distant cry of some one yelling, "Here's a blanket, quick put her out"
The darkness descended in a whirl of pain and the shrill cry of police sirens.
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