Okay guys, this is my first time writing fan fiction so be nice. PincessDudette (Read her fan fiction or else.) is the one at fault here because if it weren't for her story Ballerina (which is really a must read) I wouldn't have this compulsion to share all the twisted thoughts Twilight's got going in my head.
Summary: There's been a death in the Cullen family, how will everyone react when a new vampire takes Rosalie's place? And what if this new addition turns out to be more special than anyone thought? (Yes I have successfully murdered one of our precious vampires and introduced one of my own. Dangerous things waiting to happen.) Note: This story takes place in a universe where Breaking Dawn never existed. Btw, I finished reading it and I love it (:
Warnings: Foul language because fuck is a very wonderful word. Booty calls and sexy hookups (eventually) because I can't resist temptation. OOC because it will happen even if I try not to.
Disclaimer: I'm obligated to state the painful fact that I don't own any of the characters from Twilight… but one can dream right?
It was always nightfall for me,
Untill she came around...
Six months had gone by since Rosalie died. The details as to how she passed away were kept from me by Edward because he thought if Emmet didn't know I shouldn't know either. It was hard being around the Cullens these days, especially around Emmet, on the outside he seemed fine but we didn't need mind-reading powers to know how he really felt. And those who did have said mind-reading powers were able to confirm our suspicions. Emmet had decided not to know how Rosalie died, or more so, Edward had decided not to tell him, Jasper had convinced him it was better for all of them if he didn't know.
After 6 months of very dull, very distasteful days today I was hopping for a different one; at least for them. Alice had planned a night out in Port Angeles. Allow me to rephrase that: A night of dancing out in Port Angeles. Not good for me. Not good at all.
I groaned at the thought of attempting to dance without succeeding to kill myself and rolled over ready to get out of bed –our bed. As I did that I met the eyes of my, god forbid, inhumanly gorgeous husband.
"Ready for tonight, love?" He smiled my favorite smile and caressed my face. He knew how I felt about dancing, everyone knew.
"As if…" I rolled my eyes and cuddled near him. "Are you absolutely positive you can't leave me behind?"
"Positive, you know you are still breakable." He lifted my face and placed a soft kiss on my lips before getting out of bed. "Take a shower, you're a mess" He sniggered and left the room. I was always a mess at this time of the day and it was easy for him to make fun of me. He looks grate 24/7; he can make fun of anyone whenever he wants. By now I had grown used to his flawless appearance, still never ceasing to appreciate it. It was frustrating though –Not being able to be like him. Rosalie's death had postponed most of our plans. We are married now but we never managed to go to Dartmouth (Edward couldn't leave Emmet behind). I am unfortunately still human and pushing twenty.
They can't take care of a new born bloodthirsty vampire with the current family situation and that sucks. I've been waiting too long. But I'll have to be patient. At least I did get the one thing I asked for before becoming a vampire. And I keep getting it every time.
With a smirk at that final thought I forced myself out of bed and in the shower. After my morning routine was done I went downstairs to grab the car keys to Edward's Volvo before heading out the door as fast as I could.
I borrowed the Volvo every chance I got so I could avoid driving around Forks in the ostentatious mess that was my Mercedes Guardian. I specially didn't like driving it around Charlie and even more especially not to where I was taking him. I stared down at my clock trying to keep my eyes on the road. I still had a few minutes before I had to be at Charlie's so I drove patiently and took my time to get there.
Charlie was already outside, fishing pole in hand, waiting when I arrived. I was driving him to La Push to see Billy like every other Saturday. I don't recall when this little ritual had started and I can't remember what ridiculous reason there was behind the fact that he couldn't drive himself. But after the first twenty times I stopped protesting.
As I did every time I pulled over at Billy's driveway I held my breath. Afraid or hoping that Jacob would be there. And as I always did as I drove back from La Push I felt guilty. That was the main reason why every single Saturday after I had dropped Charlie at Billy's I went running to wherever Jasper was and forced him to use his magic on me.
I was doing just that when Edward stormed inside Jasper's room glowering profoundly in my direction.
"This is about the car right?" I hid my face behind my hands and bit my lower lip "I'm sorry?" I chuckled under my breath. I know the speech that's coming, every word of it, because it's what he says every single Saturday. He'll tell me about how he bought the Mercedes because he loves me and wants to keep me as safe as possible and that he would like me to appreciate his efforts and at least drive it to La Push where all the crazy werewolves want to bite my head off.
Not all of them want to behead me –Just Leah.
"Yes, of course it's about the car. But it's not the same speech I give you every week. This is different." He smiled a very wicked smile. "I killed the Volvo."
"You did what?!" I stared at him in disbelief "What do you mean you killed the Volvo?" I shot up from my place in Jasper's couch.
"I just trashed it, no Volvo ever again. Now, if you want to go anywhere you'll have to use the Mercedes"
"By GOD! You pushy obnoxious vampire! Wait till I get my hands on you! First my truck and now the Volvo?!"
"I thought we had agreed that I had nothing to do with the unfortunate death of your truck" We had agreed on that but I never really believed it. Vampires are sneaky, you can't deny that.
"Oh you are gonna get it bad! I swear I'm gonna… You know what? You're not gonna get it at all! I'm cutting you off! That's right love, NO SEX FOR YOU!" As I said that I suddenly heard Emmet's explosive laughter coming from the next room. This was the closest thing to an honest laugh I had heard from him in the last few months so I smiled at the door before glaring back at Edward.
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Well now, I can't say I was having a bad time, but I can surely say I was not having a good one either. I'm normally the first one up for dancing but today I didn't feel like dancing at all. Hell, I felt like covering myself in the pink monstrosity that is Esme's quilt and crying my way though The Notebook for the hundredth time. No, but Alice wouldn't have that. She couldn't possibly allow me to stay home and mourn. I'm a fucking widow let me bewail in peace!
About an hour had gone by when I realized we were not leaving the club anytime soon, so I decided to at least play it cool so Alice felt like she did a good job. I'll have to warn her though; if she ever brings us back here during I love the 80's night again I'll have to put her out of her misery. Dude, I lived trough the 80's, and trust me they weren't as grate as everyone thinks, try the 1970's those were the good years.
I sat down before yet another corny waltz began so I wouldn't have to deal with the awkwardness of being all by my self. I sat watching all the members in my family dance together. They all had their significant others. All of them except me. Damn, Life, or rather eternity really sucks right now. It's been sucking for the last six months and it will suck forever. I have no purpose if she's not here. I miss her too much. I mean, what the hell am I supposed to do without her? Should I move on and pretend like the couple of decades I spent with Rosalie never happened? Yeah, real easy. I guess I'll have to move on someday. As much as I would like to mourn forever, I can't. I'll get tired of watching chick-flicks eventually.
I snapped out of my thoughts just in time to catch a glimpse of a very drunk and very untidy Bella. You would figure Edward would keep her from drinking knowing that she snores like a possessed radioactive bear whenever she's intoxicated but I guess it was the only way to get her to shake her money maker on the dance floor. And boy can she dance under the influence! She's like Madonna on crack.
"I think we need to take her home" Edward said shifting Bella from her place on the ground to a more suitable location in his arms.
When we got home I when straight to my room, I didn't say anything to anyone mainly because I had nothing to say. Carlisle, Edward, Esme, Alice and Jasper stayed in the living room for about three hours discussing me, which vas very unpleasant mainly because I could hear them loud and clear. I think they trusted Bella's snoring to muffle some of it but I still caught every word. I wasn't being that miserable was I?
I turned on the DVD player ready to watch yet another version of Romeo and Juliet.
Okay, so I was.
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The smell.
It's close now.
I'm almost there.
It had been 8 months since I was turned; 7 months since I realized I was turned; and 5 months since I was following my prey.
Tanya had explained all the vampire shit to me. At first things didn't really add up and I became doubtful. My desire for blood was very different to the one a newborn vampire usually has –It was different in more ways than one. To be truthful I only went with the flow for the lack of a better explanation. I have yet to believe it completely.
Before I started this mad persecution my original intention was to find more of my kind, to travel and see what the rest of the vampire world could offer. But it wasn't long before my trip was cut short. First by the fact that I couldn't get myself past Port Angeles and then by the manifestation of this exquisite individual. Both those reasons are linked; they are both related to the same smell that makes me loose my mind. One alone is delicious, more than two becomes nerve-racking.
I hate loosing myself to the godly temptation that is that smell and the Olympic Peninsula just reeks that god forsaken aroma. If I ever was to go too near to wherever that smell comes from I would probably go on a killing spree. Fortunately for me, my object of interest had made a very good job staying away from the Olympic Peninsula.
At first it made no sense, why was he avoiding his own smell? But now I realize it's not his smell he's staying away from. It's a smell I know from 5 months back, the smell of a certain red shirt I found the day I was turned. Now, 60 days after I first smelled him, it's not his smell I'm following.
As I got closer to the source of that smell that was very familiar to me I ran past a sign that read Welcome to Forks.
"Welcome indeed!" I couldn't help but leer.
Oh yes, I was near…
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Cliffhanger!
Please don't hurt me!
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