Twisted Twilight Chapter 2

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Bella's POV

Gosh, gosh, gosh. I thought as I ran my fingers through my hair. Impatiently tapping my foot against the floor. An hour left until lunch. I had live 100 years, yet waiting for the Lunch bell was the longer than that. It didn't help that when a human got impatient their blood pumped harder, and after that you can imagine. Its like eating salads in a room where pizza is cooking. No, not even, its like eating NOTHING when a buffet is right in front of you.

"We are going to be doing group projects today..." the history teacher said. I heard the excited chitter of the classroom thinking about their partners. I mentally rolled my eyes, in a few years they would all have forgotten each other. I felt my phone vibrate, with a curse I raised my hand. The teacher turned to me, raising an eyebrow. Not knowing I was a century older than him, let alone able to kill him in one strike.

"May I go to the restroom?" I asked, playing the part of the shy, little girl. With attitude he rolled his eyes, nodding to go. I got up without having to be asked twice. As soon as I was out of their, I pulled out my phone. The message was from Alice, it read, "Today we are going to be eating lunch on the outside benches, the ones with the gold stripe running through the middle," I smiled, today I had not felt like sitting with humans, I hadn't gone hunting in two weeks and tomorrow we were finally going. With that, plus my agitation toward hating Forks High, I was really on the verge of creating the apocalypse.

Instead of going to the bathroom, like the humans thought I was, I ended up next to my car. A red Camry, brand spanking new. The only thing apart from my piano that I couldn't live without. From this view I could see the bench Alice wanted to sit in. Although I could not muster why. We had always sat inside, it was only when we needed to talk about something vampire related that we sat outside. I scratched my head, puzzled over it.

What did Alice want to talk to me about? Last time we had ever grouped together like that was when we were voting on whether to hunt here, or leave a week and hunt on more rural areas. I really doubted we were going to talk about hunting today.

A light drizzle started to fall, and I tipped my face to let the water rain on it. I smiled slightly as the soft drops rolled down on it.

The feeling reminded me of how I had woken up when Carlisle had transformed me. It had been slightly drizzling.

Obviously.

I remember I had frantically let the water into my mouth, trying to cool the burning in it. Carlisle had been telling me something, probably trying to explain. But I couldn't, or wouldn't, hear him. The burning in my throat engulfing all my thoughts and feelings. When I had started to choke on how much water I was trying to swallow he had picked me up easily, and with a huff had led me into an abandoned area.

Where wilderness ran wild.

My good sense also ran, but it ran out the window along with my morals.

As soon as my nose got a whiff of the still fresh beating heart of the animals, the burning intensified. I had let out a scream/growl into the sky band attacked violently all and everything with blood.

I vaguely recall Carlisle not feeding and instead watching me from the shadows. When I had somewhat dulled the pain he had approached me. That was the first time where I could clearly focus on his face. And the first time I realized what had happened.

"What am I doing here?" I asked, my voice coming out low and almost a growl. I immediately bit back on my vocal chords, not recognizing the voice that had just spoken.

"Isabella Swan, do you remember anything before you were here?" Carlisle said, completely disregarding my question.

And now that his voice uttered those words my brain rushed to retrieve what he had asked for.

Retrieve it did.

That second I remembered the influenza, my mother Renee dying, my father Charlie asking, no begging, for my life from a blonde haired Dr. Cullen...or Carlisle. Those memories filled my eyes, and I dropped to the ground as 1,000 emotions hit me again as one.

I landed on a pile of bloody flesh, the blood staining my ripped dress and seeping into my skin.

Carlisle wisely stayed away, knowing better than to approach a newborn at this stage. He instead gazed at me from the shadows waiting until uncontrolled himself. When he was sure of that he approached me, cautiously.

"I know this, this is a lot to take in, by I'm here for you," he said, reaching out a hand, tentative.

"What help? Why the hell aren't I dead? What am I? What are you?" I asked scooting myself away from his outstretched hand. The only thing in my mind was how easy it would be for him to take advantage of me. What did I really know about Dr. Cullen?

For all I knew he could have injected me with the influenza then took me here to rape me. Who really knew what were his intentions?

Of course, scooting myself away from Cullen caused me to smear my dress even more, and I quickly got up, wiping animal intestines and feces of my dress and hands. Knowing also that standing up gave me more leverage against Cullen.

"Calm down Isabella," he said holding up a hand as if to stop me.

And that was when they hit. I got pummeled to the ground as the first waves of pain and nausea hit in. But after that it only got worse. As I was screaming in the ground, the beginning images started. Pictures of dead animals, of dead humans, of carcasses surrounded by flies and maggots that seeped out of their skin like vomit. I could hear screaming from far away, and the bodies, the dead bodies got up. With skin falling off making their way to other humans and ripping them apart using only their fingernails. The physical pain I felt intensified, the diminished. I opened my eyes again to see Cullen looking at me, in shock.

"What did you do to me?" I spit out, trying to get up, but slipping.

"I-I did not do anything," he said looking as puzzled as I felt. Knowing that he didn't know what had happened, somehow reminded me of the human doctor who he was.

I used his hand to get up and didn't say anything, waiting till he explained.

"I, I don't know what that was, or how that happened," he said. I believed him.

"You haven't answered my other questions," I said, my voice coming sharper than I intended.

"We need to get you cleaned up first," he said, and without looking to see if I followed him. Of course I did.

We arrived in no time at all to a small house, framed by vines that went up to the roof. Let me say this, any gardening or home improvement magazine had nothing on this house.

Carlisle pointed to where the washing room was and politely went to hunt while I washed.

I first washed my clothes, then as they air dried I washed my body. An hour later I was ready to know what the hell I was. I already had a pretty good guess but, 'vampire' seemed to demon-ish to even be me. I wasn't all that religious. But, I wasn't hell-worthy either.

"You are a vampire," were 's first freaking words. His somber face said that that he was not lying. He proceeded to explain how it all worked and why it all worked. To be completely honest I didn't hear half the things he said, the only words that registered was vampire.

I was cut abruptly out of the memory as the lunch bell rang. With a sigh I texted Alice saying that I was leaving early and too pick up my bag at my classroom, telling the teacher I vomited blood or something.

With that thought I sped off from the school.

But in the back of my mind a nagging doubt that I should've stayed for lunch.

Edward's POV

There were other vampires here and we were meeting them for lunch. Good freaking job Emmett, nice going.

Author's Note: A bit late...well maybe a lot late but believe me, it was not intentional. The new series I checked out has me up all night. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did 3