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Chapter 2: Newly Dead
It had been 12 hours since poor Bella's passing. What should I do now? Was I never going to be married? Really I didn't want to marry anyone but Bella now, so I guess that meant no marriage for me now…if I was that lucky.
Mr. Masen was smoking furiously on his smelly cigar, poisoning anyone in a three-mile radius. My aunt was by his side, with her long bony figure towering over the little man known as my uncle. She was probably inhaling just as much as him, since for every exhale my uncle did she inhaled, so she inhaled all the smoke he exhaled. It was rather disgusting and slightly disturbing to watch.
I was as always "doing nonsense" which were my aunt's words for my drawing. It was something I had done with my mother when I was younger, which I had continued with her passing.
"Oh how sad." Mr. Masen muttered. I was sure the only pain he felt was for the loss of me being married away.
"Oh yes what a tragedy." Mrs. Masen replied and patted on her husbands head.
"But, Edward! Don't sit there and mope! We have a new offer." Mr. Masen smirked and exchanged a glance with his wife and they both chuckled darkly.
"Wh-what offer?" I stuttered and dropped the pencil I was drawing with. Mr. Masen rolled his eyes and Mrs. Masen scowled at me.
"From the Denali family, you are to wed the lovely Tanya." Mrs. Masen sounded pleased. Of course she was, the Denali's were one of the richest families in the district. "You shall be ready tomorrow, Edward." Mr. Masen ordered. "Hilda make sure they boy is properly dressed for tomorrow, I will not be embarrassed by his foolishness."
"And take care of his dreadful hair." Mrs. Masen cried and sat down in her chair looking exhausted. And Mr. Masen fallowed her like a magnet. It was strange, since they really didn't like each other.
I walked over to the hallway were the piano was placed, my favourite room. I sat down on the black cushioned piano stool and put my hands on the keys. Waiting for inspiration, and of course my first was my poor Bella who had passed far to soon. Her pink blushed cheeks, mahogany hair, chocolate eyes, her angelic laughter. All gone. If only I had been there, to prohibit this heartbreaking tragedy.
Bella's point of viewWhere was I? I gazed around me trying to figure it out. It had been dark and I went looking for someone…Edward. His name made my heart stop, I put my hand on my chest, but my heart didn't begin to beat again. I gasped for air, which I realized I didn't need, and struggled to get to my feet.
I was in a bright room. Filled with various chairs and stools. On the faded white walls there were pictures of various skeletons and serious injured blue-ish people. I felt my stomach twist as I studies the pictures, some had half their skull missing, so one could se the brain, and others had holed through their stomachs, so the intestines were visible. There was no one else in the room, other then a bar and stools.
"Hello?" I called, but no reply. My mind began to wander, remembering what had happened. I was pushed and then every thing was cold crushing darkness. I was about to turn and se his face, but he pushed me before I had the chance. See you later gorgeous. He had whispered in my ear.At first I had thought it was Edward, but the voice was too rough to fit his angelic voice. It had been a familiar voice, but I just couldn't recall…
"And you are?" A husky voice asked behind me and I turned around and fell when I saw his face. The strange thing was that I didn't feel any pain when I fell; in fact I hardly noticed it. A hand stretched out towards me. Out of habit it took it, since well, I fell a lot and people helped me up. I looked up and couldn't help but scream. The owner of the hands face was halfway ripped of. The flesh was ripped in pieces on the left side of his face, like he had been in a terrible attack from some sort of animal. He looked slightly disturbed by my scream, but he didn't look like he cared too much. Surrounding his face was dark, almost black, long hair that was tied with a band in the back of his neck. Other then his face, he was quite tall. And his shoulders were the broadest I had ever seen. The white shirt he was wearing was rolled up to his elbows and exposed his muscled underarms. On top of his shirt, he wore a black vest, which was open and a tie that was hanging loose around his neck.
He quickly ran behind a bar counter and leaned on it with his massive arms. I walked nervously towards him, I knew it didn't make sense, but nothing made sense to me right now.
"Relax hun. You're just dead, so am I." He chuckled and did something with his mouth I believe was a smile. I took a deep breath and apologized. I knew it was very rude to scream at someone who was helping you, no matter how dreadful they were to look at. "So, newly dead?"
"No I was to be married, before all this..." I muttered and waved my hand trying to find the words, but quickly gave up and placed myself on one of the barstools. I straightened my skirt out of habit. He rolled his eyes and begun cleaning a very dirty glass with a very dirty piece of cloth.
"No I asked are you newly dead. Not newly wed, silly." I glared at him.
"What?" I said, sounding like a complete fool. The man leaned towards me and opened his mouth.
"You're dead hun, you're in the land of the dead now." He whispered and winked at me. I sighed and lay my head carefully on the counter. "Welcome, I'm Jacob by the way." He said and stretched his hand out towards me again. I looked up from the counter, not really lifting my head and stretched my hand towards his.
"Bella." I mumbled and put my hands under my head to rest on them. The room I was sitting in was, very bright actually, well compared to were I used to be, 'the land of the living' I thought in a mocking voice. I gazed around myself; the room still hadn't changed. Then I moved my gaze back to Jacob. He had quite handsome features, on the side that wasn't ripped apart. I noticed when he talked that on could se his teeth through his left cheek. If had been alive, I would've found it repulsing, but now, I just couldn't find it in me to care about it. My mind quickly wandered to Edward. Where was he? Did he know?
Jacob turned and grinned, when he noticed my stare, he lay his head down on his arms copying my position. Staring intense at me with dark kind eyes.
"Does little Bella want a drink?" He asked and raised his eyebrow, I guess that how you have to put it. I narrowed my eyes at him and sat up. "Dead people drink?" I asked, slightly confused. "I thought when one dies all your needs and lusts die with you…" I stopped myself and gazed out into the empty air, with my mouth still open as if I was going to say more. Jacob rolled his eyes at me and chuckled.
"Now tell me miss know-it-all, why in the world would I bother to ask, if we didn't drink? We don't need to, but it gets really uncomfortable if we don't." His lips pulled up in the edges and were soon a wide grin; I must admit it was catching. And just seconds later my mouth was widened into a grin as well."And for the lust part…" He said with a deeper and huskier voice and gazed at me with an expression I hadn't seen very often, but I knew what it was – lust. I shivered, not knowing how to react to such a look. But I did not blush, which I would normally do in every occasion that allowed it, and the ones that didn't for that matter, but I guess death changes one. He was still staring at me, so I cleared my throat, hoping he would stop.
"About that drink…" I began and tried to get rid of the awkwardness that had now filled the room. He muttered something under his breath, and bent down behind the bar and stood up again with two mostly clean glass. I felt my stomach turn by the thought of drinking from them, but did it really matter, now that I was dead. Even though I knew I was dead, I constantly had to remind myself of it, since I felt very much alive.
Jacob put his hands together, and I quickly skipped out of my daydream, he opened his mouth. "…Okaay…" He began and put his hands to his mouth, which were still bound together. "English or French?" He and moved his arms down to the counter, leaning on them.
"What does that mean?" I asked and he just laughed and bent down, and soon he placed two bottles on the counter. He pointed at a tall clear one first. "English." And then to the shorted green one. "French." He smirked and knew that I still was very confused. He was obviously amused by my, how does one put it – newness.
"I'll have the French." I muttered and sighed. He stared at me in surprise, but soon his grin reappeared again. He poured the liquid from the green bottle into to the glasses. And he put his finger to his mouth.
"Shh, don't tell anyone, I'm not aloud to drink at the job." He whispered and quickly poured the dirty clear liquid down his throat. A tiny drop of liquid came through the hole in his cheek and he wiped it with the back of his hand, pretending like nothing. I had never seen anything so strange in my life, my jaw dropped and he smiled at me and shoved the glass towards me. I hesitatingly took it and stared at it for a while, before I raised it to my mouth.
"What is this anyway?" Asked I right before I poured some of the containing of the glass down my throat.
"Poison." He chuckled and automatically all the containing of it that filled my mouth, were simply spat in his face, making him roar with laughter. I began hyperventilating, thinking that I was going to die. I neither needed air nor was I going to die; I was after all dead.
I stared down at the glass and decided to take another sip. It really wasn't that bad, if you ignored the poison taste.
As I continued to drink, the bar began to fill up. People stared at me at first, but after a while some came over to me and asked me questions of the living and welcoming me to their world. Several of the men were hitting on me, making me feel very uncomfortable. After most of them had settled, I moved my face to Jacob's to meet his slightly frustrated face, but as our eyes met he smiled.
"Is it possible for us, the dead, to go back up to the living?" I asked out of thin air, my subconscious knowing all along what I wanted before I did. Every one stopped doing what they were doing and glared at me. Some whispered things and other gasped and glared at me. The only one, who moved, was a chubby old woman, who was heading towards me. She had one eye, and her white crazy curls looked like they were connected to her scull with glue or something like that. She stumbled over to me and sat down on the empty bar stool next to me and the chitchatting of the bar continued.
"Unfinished business, eh?" She assumed with a hoarse dead voice. I could see her teeth as she spoke; they were in various shades of yellow and brown.
"Yes, I suppose you could say that…" I mumbled and sighed, thinking of my 'unfinished business'.
"Oh love, such a complex thing…" She mumbled and gazed over at Jacob, who narrowed his eyes to the old woman, who was winking at him. I stared at her in surprise. How did she know? "I know many things, my dear, but the face of one in love, is not hard to read." She said as she continued to stare at Jacob, and him looking very uncomfortable. "So handsome…" She mumbled under her breath. I, and I believe Jacob as well, was slightly disturbed by the way she looked at him. It just wasn't right. I cleared my throat and she moved her head slowly and met my gaze.
Suddenly I was nervous. Maybe it was her eye or her voice, but I had to ask. "Do you know how to get back amongst the living?" I finally asked, and excitement was running through my dead veins.
She began laughing and stood up from the stool, waving her hand, signalising for me to fallow. I was about to stand up, when a hand pressed my shoulder down, forcing me to sit. I turned and saw Jacob's worried face. "Don't." He said with a husky voice, it felt kind of strange that he was reacting so strongly to me leaving with a woman. He tried to hide his worry with a grin and did quite well if I may say so myself. "She's just insane, don't bother." Said he and shot the woman, who was waiting for me, a death glare.
I sat down properly again and his grin faded to a smile, though it was just as wide. I trusted Jacob, why I did was a mystery to me, so even though he had said that she was wrong and mad, I still urged to go after her and find out if it was true. If not now, I was going to find out later. I shot a glance in Jacob's direction and he grinned at me. His grin was hard not to like and it was hard to not grin yourself when you saw it.
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