So I wanted to thank everyone for the response I got to the first chapter of my story! It makes me so glad that I decided to keep writing fan fictions. I won't bore you to long, so here's the next chapter.
Chapter 2: The Burden
There are three parts to every movie.
The first part is when the main character gets cocky; he challenges his arch rival and gets beaten badly. You know the characters going to get his ass beat because it's the first fight of the movie. If the main character beats his arch nemesis at the first part of the movie; then it's only going to be like three seconds long.
This leads you into the second part of the movie.
The main character, having his ego firmly handed to him and official butt hurt, decides to train up. He finds a Mr. Wasabi of some sort and gets at it. He's all trained up, and hopefully has gained some semblance of life. With that the main character goes into smaller battles, able to defeat smaller opponents.
Finally there is a third part.
This is the epic fight, the showdown, the point of no return. The moment where the main character is victorious, good conquers evil and all that other bull crap.
That's why at this moment, burning inside and out, Bella figured that she had reached the first part of the movie. The flames consumed her, and licked her skin as though they had tasted the finest dish ever presented to them. If she could open her eyes she was sure she would see bright, illuminating flames surrounding her skin like the phoenix birds she had seen in an art museum once with her mother. Screams were slipping her lips like strangled calls through a dense night. However like the night, they remained unheard and empty.
She knew there were people around her, always one or two at a time. They were murmuring about her as though she could not hear them, as though she could not sense their individual presence. The melting fire had not stolen her thoughts, her ability to think or reason, or her memory of how she had come to be lying on this hard surface in a room she knew not. She knew they were watching her, for what she didn't know, but they seemed to be taking shifts. Two people, each with different scents, would come and stand just inside the door. Then after a few hours, new scents replaced those and so on. Why were they watching her so closely? She pondered.
"How much longer," she heard a person ask one time. It was a deep tenor, the voice was raspy and so…not perfect, a fact which Bella actually found herself liking. She thought that she was in love with Edward's smooth melodic tones, but now as she thought of them, she compared them to wind chimes; they were beautiful, but annoying in large doses. This voice seemed to be the one that calmed her most during her burning. She wished that he would come over and talk to her.
"Do I look like the future seer brother?" said the higher pitched voice of a woman. As she said this however, she thought of Alice. She knew that Edward would only mourn the loss of her blood, and that Carlisle would help him, and he'd eventually be fine. But Alice's face as she left, it didn't look like she would miss Bella when she was gone; especially when she was fulfilling what Alice had told her was her destiny in the Volturi kingdom.
When Alice had come to her, she had told Bella things that made all the sense in the world. Bella had confided in Alice that she was no longer in love with Edward and that she was going to end it with him. She didn't want to live an eternal life (if another decided to ever change her) with a man she did not love. She was not stupid, she knew that vampires had mates and Edward was not hers and vice versa. She also was not stupid in thinking that she could just walk away. There was still Victoria, hunting for her in revenge of her mate, and she knew about the Volturi then. They were the force that controlled all vampire kind. She knew that their main rule, their only rule, was to not get discovered by humans. Bella would not be allowed to live with a secret like that.
Alice had had a vision then. It was that Bella would still become a vampire, but in different coven, under different terms. That she would find her way in the Volturi, or her future would disappear.
"Why do you concern yourself so much, brother?" The woman asked. Her voice was curious with a hint of suspicion in the undertone.
There was a pause. "Maybe that is something you should not concern yourself about dear sister."
With that the man was gone, the scent that calmed her was gone and the burn came back at force.
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There was a point where it was night; Bella knew it was night even though she could not see. It was just her, and the scent that made her feel so calm and peaceful. She wished she knew who it was, wished she could thank them, but she couldn't. She could hear his pacing, his footsteps coming steadily close, and then walking away again. It seemed to Bella like he was debating on whether or not to approach her seemingly sleeping form. Finally he decided to sit on the floor, she felt him lean his weight to on the bottom of her bed and breathe in a deep breath.
"What is it about you?" he demanded, his voice containing a little growl in the back of his throat. It didn't frighten Bella, it peaked her interest. Why was this man yelling at her, what had she done wrong? "They'll kill me, they'll kill us."
Bella craved to turn her head to look at him. To look in his eyes, to tell him she was sorry she was causing him pain, when he was helping her through hers.
He let out a strangled, beautiful laugh that caught her attention. "Why is it that I don't care about myself? The thought of me dying does not affect me, but you…"
What was he talking about, dying? Why would she be dying? And why would he not care if he was? Questions spun in her head like bouncing balls and danced with the flames in an agonizing tango. Then a blaring scream filled the room, a blood curdling scream that threaten to shatter the windows and deafen the occupants. Her eyes burst open staring strained at the ceiling but seeing nothing, then closed again at the bright light. The fire seemed to be resending from the outer parts of her body, like her hands and feet. Her blood felt like it was disappearing from her veins. The fire, like a dwindling army, retreated to her chest, and then even further to her heart. She could hear it beating feverishly like the drum line of a marching band.
She knew she was waking up. She knew she would open her eyes to a world she'd asked for like a car buyer asks to be swindled in a deal. To a world she might not like, but contained a source of calm and happiness she had never felt in her life.
She had made a choice, and now this life was her burden to bear.
She took a breath, and reopened her eyes.
What do you think? I enjoyed all the lovely comments I got for the first chapter, can we keep them up
Until next time
Much love,
-Azriel Night
