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The Demon's Seal

Chapter 1

A Get Away

It's been months since… he left. The hole where my heart used to beat pulses and throbs in pain with each breath I take. Reminding me of just how worthless and unworthy I am. I will never be pretty enough, smart enough, graceful enough, for… him. I don't know why I ever thought that they would want me, unlike my parents. It was probably my subconscious mind jumping at the chance for family and love, even if it was conditional. Maybe if I helped Esme a little more, or played with Emmett, or was a little less accident prone for Jasper's sake, they would still be here. I would endure an eternity of Bella Barbie if it kept them in my life.

I wasn't good enough.

I will never be good enough.

They are relieved to be rid of plain, boring Bella.

He deserves better!

"We're here!" Jessica squealed from the front seat. Lauren set her new mini cooper in park and opened the trunk with a push of a button. Angela and I crawled out of the backseat while Jessica and Lauren reapplied their make-up for the, I don't know, seventeenth time. While Angela started pulling out and sorting through the luggage, I assessed the 2 bedroom, 2 1/2 bath, 1 living room, and kitchenette cabin that was owned by the Mallory family. The outer walls were painted a dark forest green with violet trim. It was an odd combination, as if someone and picked the colors while intoxicated. It was a bit old, but well-maintained and cozy.

Lauren sneered at the building. "What a dump."

"I like it. Weird coloring, but still nice." Angela stated softly. "What do you think, Bella?"

I pasted on a fake smile. I think I'm worthless. "It's perfect."

Lauren snorted, "My mom was drunk when she chose the color scheme and decided it looked 'unique.' Whenever the deed is given to the next Mallory, they get a budget to change redecorate. I already have the blueprints to expand the dump and make it worth something."

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I thought. Something no would see in me.

"Whatever! I'm just glad we get the place to ourselves for three whole days!" squealed Jessica. We all grabbed our bags (multiple bags for some girls) and followed Lauren up the log steps. Lauren pulled out her star headed key and unlocked the door. It took she pushed the door open and dragged her luggage in behind her, followed by Jessica, Angela, and me. No sooner than the door was shut, the sky opened up with a flash and loud bang. Lauren and Jessica dragged their numerous bags through the living room and down the hall, flipping on lights as they went. Angela followed to lay claim to the room we would share for two nights and a day. I plopped myself on one of the two sofas across from a floral-print coach.

I tried to cheer myself up. Yesterday, Jessica was gracious enough to invite me to a weekend at the Mallory's cabin with Angela and Lauren. She claimed that she wanted some time with her 'besties' before she left for San Francisco with her parent. Lauren only agreed so she could rub her family's wealth in my face. I tried to turn her down, but Angela encouraged me to go. Something about 'being a senior only once'. She convinced me to spend some time away from town, from my dad, from the memories. I thought a little me time would be nice, so I agreed to spend three days with two girls I resented and my only true friend. I need to put on my big girl panties and grow up. Letting them go will be hard, impossible. Even if they have long forgotten me, I will always have place in the many pieces of my heart. How could I forget a family, a life that I so desperately wanted?

The hole throbbed excruciatingly. I got up to cook the girl's dinner. I needed a distraction from the agonizing pain. I found the pantry stocked with perishables. I decided to make fettuccine alfrado. After more scavenging, I found frozen garlic bread and César salad. I focused on the task of boiling water and heating the oven. Angela shuffled into the room and smiled at me. She grabbed the bag of salad and started mixing the various ingredients together while I set the sauce on the burner. We worked in companionable silence while we finished the meal. Jessica and Lauren set the table and we filled our grumbly stomachs. Jessica volunteered to help with the cleanup. Between all four of us, the kitchen looked untouched.

Jessica and Lauren turned on the television to some show about werewolves. I giggled at the similarities between them and Jacob and his pack. Though, Sam claims they are shape shifters, not werewolves. They described how werewolves changed by the moon, and had no memories of the time in their 'wolf bodies'. He said they had more of a humanoid shape with wolf tributes. And they attacked anything that moved. Jacob claimed that there are no werewolves in forks or the surrounding area, but I was still wary of running into one. Considering my luck, I would trip into a den full of them.

I took a shower and crawled into bed. I prayed to whoever was listening that I would wake the others with my screaming. With that thought in mind, I rolled over and fell into the dark abyss of sleep.

Trees surrounded me. I turned around saw him. He looked terrified. He opened his mouth, but the shadows of trees stretched and grew. They swirled around me, creating a cocoon of silence. Tendrils of darkness caressed my face my face and arms. A voice was whispering, cooing sweet nothings, as more wisps of shadows reached for me. The voice promised relief from the pain. "Poor little Bella. All alone in a world of peril. How dare he leave you alone to face the dangers lurking around you? A beautiful, innocent, and sweet woman against creatures much stronger and faster than she. No one to protect you or hold you. Who will protect you from Victoria? Who will save you when the Volturi learn of you? Meine arme Bella. Betrayed by the one she loved. He won't help you. He revels in his bachelorhood. He enjoys the company of female vampires. Each one of them perfect and elegant. Don't worry, Mein schöner. I will not leave you. I will defend you, comfort you…"

"…... ell... Bella, wake up….. ella..."

"Love you…"

"Bella!"

"Let me in…"

I opened my eyes to Angela hovering over me. She had a mischievous smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Sorry to interrupt what I'm sure was an engaging dream, but the girls are begging me to play truth or dare with them. I refuse to be the only one who suffers." She patted my thigh, and left the room. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I glanced at the alarm clock and noticed I slept half the day away. I found that strange since I never slept in, much less sleep. I shrugged it off and stretched, feeling refreshed and awake. The hole still throbbed, but it wasn't as bad. It felt like something was absorbing the pain. It felt like a dull ache. I brushed my teeth and threw on a crimson blouse that didn't recall packing, or owning, and black jeans. I slipped on a pair of blood red flats and joined Angela, Jessica, and Lauren in the living room.

After an hour or so playing truth or dare, I made us lunch of sandwiches and chips. While I cleaned up, Jessica declared it was time for make-overs. I made the mistake of opening my mouth and suggested blindfolded make-overs. Jessica thought this a grand idea and dubbed me their guinea pig. I talked her out of the blindfold, but I was still stuck with all three girls applying various creams and powders on my face. Jessica called dibs on my face, Angela would do my hair, and Lauren gets to paint my nails. My attempts to fight them off were thwarted. Angela pulled my curls into a complicated, elvish braid. Jessica smeared cream and powder all over my face and neck. Lauren painted my nails black for some reason. They let me go after a series of pictures that 'were so going on Facebook'.

I had to admit, I look like a lost elven princess. Without the pointy ears and immortality and unrivaled beauty.

We all spent the rest of the day giving each other make-overs. Jessica went for tree nymph. Lauren used dark colors to embody a dark vampiress. Angela did her own make up and went for a mermaid look. I don't know how she did it, but it looked amazing. We all took several pictures in various poses. The girls dressed up to match with their make-up. Angela and Jessica coerced me into a black corset and layered ankle length skirt. I forgot about the throbbing hole in my chest and had fun. Before I knew it, the clock struck ten. I made another set of sandwiches for the girls. They shoveled them down while I picked at mine. Angela helped me pick up the mess and wash the counters with wipes.

Lauren burst into the room carrying a rather wide box. She set it on the coffee table and pulled out a round Ouija board made of ash wood. "Guess what I found in the closet! Who feels like talking to the dead?"

All of a sudden, I got a feeling that something bad would happen if we continued. I felt a presence in the room. It choked me with its overbearing and dark aura. This person, this thing, felt evil. I could vaguely hear Jessica and Angela agreeing. My attention was diverted to Lauren when she started light five candles that made a circle big enough for four girls and a Ouija board. I noticed a small half circle with two lines underneath it. The left line was half the length of the right line. There was a pointed 'r' on the upper left corner, a parallel lines connected by a diagonal line in the upper right corner, a pointed 'p' on the lower left corner, and a pointed 'b' on the lower right corner.

"Come on, Bella!" Lauren taunted, "Are you scared?" This earned a giggle from Jessica. Angela smiled encouragingly at me and sat on the floor beside Lauren. Jessica patted the spot next to her. Jessica flipped the Ouija board so it faced towards her. Angela pulled a note pad out of her purse on the sofa and placed it on the coffee table. Angela pulled out a video camera and slipped her and into the strap. She pressed a few buttons and signaled the she was recording. Lauren and Jessica smoothed their hair and clothes. We didn't bother removing our costumes. Plus, I like wearing this corset. I need to get a few on my next shopping trip.

The moment I sat down, I felt a set of eyes on me. They roamed the length of my body before coming back to my face. I couldn't see anyone, but I felt him. The planchette jumped on the board. The girls stilled, then grew excited. "It seems that the ghosts are more eager than you, Bella." Lauren smirked. She placed both of her index and middle fingers on the planchette. Jessica and Angela did the same. The eyes stayed glued to me. I picked up the note pad and tapped it with my pen. I couldn't say anything. The evil presence was choking me. Jessica grinned at me and urged Lauren to start. Lauren straightened her back and spoke in her loud squeaky voice, "We wish to speak to the spirits in this room. What is your name?"

There was a moment of stillness. Then the planchette started moving. I documented each letter it selected. When it stopped moving, I recited the message.

I have many names.

"Uh… Pick one. What do you want us to call you?" Jessica asked.

Draven

"That's a nice name." Lauren grinned. "How old are you?"

Old

Lauren scowled, "When did you die?"

It didn't move, so Lauren asked a different question. "Are you good looking?"

Many have complimented my beauty

Lauren thought for a second and smirked. "Out of us four girls , who do you think is the prettiest?"

I felt the presence smirk. Tough question

"Okay. Let me rephrase that question. Who would like to fuck?" Jessica laughed while Angela shrieked in humiliation. The eyes that were fastened to me cemented me in place. I could feel his smile growing. If I could see his eyes, they would be glinting with cold, malicious glee. I could almost feel his hands on me. I needed to get out. I had to escape. As I got up, the planchette started moving. B. E. L. L. A. I ran to my room, running from the evil that I could feel was following me. I slammed the door behind me and sunk down to the floor. The lights flickered once, before it darkened and plunged the room into darkness.

That was the last thing I saw before I fell into oblivion.


The dull ache in my back brought me out of la la-land. I noticed three things. First: I am on the couch. Second: It feels like I am resting on a bunch of pointy pebbles. Last but not least, I am in the firetrucking living room. I sat up and turned to see what I fell asleep on. It looked like bits of plastic or metal. I noticed what resembled a piñata that was annihilated when children realized there was no candy inside, only empty promises. Oh, the pieces of that damn piñata rained down like shards of broken dreams!

Worst seventh birthday party ever! After an hour of crying children, mother-dearest got another one. I was so excited to get my sweets. Did I get my candies? Hell no! The promise of candy was destroyed and blown to bloody smithereens by her damned deviled eggs! I cried for hours. All my dreams were shattered to tiny, tiny bits.

Now that I had that horrible flashback, back to the situation at hand.

I remember falling asleep in the room Angela and I shared. I ran out of the living room after the planchette spelled out my name. I fled from the evil presence that watched me like a hawk watches a fat, juicy rabbit. The last thing I recall is the light flickering. Unless the girls moved me, I should be in my room. Or I'm sleep-walking. I stared at the remains of the video camera, and noticed that the memory card remained intact. I picked it up and promised myself I'd go through the video. The questions kept multiplying when they were disrupted by Jessica peeking her head out of her room. The instant she saw me, her face contorted in fear. I lifted my hand to wave at her. She looked confused, but her eyes retained her terror. Her head vanished back into the room, only to return with Lauren. Angela opened her door slowly and peered out. They all appeared wary of me. I shot them a confused smile. They looked at each other, and gradually made their way down the hall. They glanced at me, but never met my gaze.

I made us all a breakfast of French toast and sausages. The cleanup and packing took two hours. Lauren locked up, and we were on the road for the hour drive back home. The silence was deafening, so I stared out the window. Why are they avoiding me? Why are they so scared? Did something happen last night? I patted the pocket holding the memory card. I will watch the video tonight. It should have the answers. I hoped it does, or I'll have to ask Angela.

What happened last night?


*Somewhere in Alaska*

Alice fell to her knees. She kept tabs Bella, even though Edward said not to look for her. How could she turn her back on her sister? But now her vision is black. She couldn't see Bella. The only thing she could see was shadows swirling around a screaming Bella. What could it be?

"Alice?" Jasper cried, knelling beside his wife. "What did you see?" Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, and Rosalie surrounded Alice. She took her phone out of her pocket of her designer jeans and dialed a number she hadn't called in six months.

"Alice?" Edward answered curtly.

"Get your head out of your ass, and get to Forks! Now!"

Edward's voice grew anxious. "What's wrong?"

"JUST GET YOUR ASS MOVING, DAMN YOU!" Alice ended the call.

Carlisle knelt beside his adopted daughter. Esme looked nervous. She prayed with her whole being that nothing has happened to Bella. She missed the woman she accepted as a daughter and resented leaving her alone. "What did you see, Alice?"

"Nothing. That's the problem. Bella was there one second, and gone the next." Alice stood up. "What I did see was Bella screaming and begging for help as she was swarmed in darkness. I don't know what it is, though. I can't see!"

Carlisle straightened. "Let's not waste anytime then. Bella needs our help."

"Why?" Rosalie scoffed. "We left so she could live a normal life!" Though she came off as uncaring, Rosalie was worried for the girl. From Alice's description, it sounded like Bella was in distress. Sure the girl was naïve, but she didn't deserve to suffer.

Emmett cracked his knuckles. "Cuz' she's our sister, that's why! I'll destroy the asshole that endangered Bella! He won't know up from down!"

"What are waiting for, the Apocalypse? My daughter needs our help!"

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So… This is my first fan fiction. Not my first story, though. I stumbled upon this site by accident and enjoyed a lot of stories. I thought that since I despised a few things about the books I read, especially Twilight, I might as well write about the various ideas on how a certain scene should have gone, or how a character should have done. Be nice and tell me what you think. And tell me what you think should happen next.

-SPN :3