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So yeah, I was sitting in bed thinking, "Oh, I should check my emails." So I open up Gmail and guess how many emails I have? 44. All from fanfiction. All about Bloody Fingerprints. Wow. For me that's a lot. That's the most I have ever got about one fanfiction. Thank you everyone for reviewing, favouriting, alerting, etc. Here is chapter 2! Enjoy. Warning: use of drugs in this chapter

Running

Fucking forest. When will it end? It was starting to pour, icy cold rain splashing down my neck. I knew that this was a good thing, in that my scent was being washed away, making it near impossible for me to be tracked by one of the suckers. However, my clothes were now soaked, I was shivering, my hair was sticking to my tear and rainstained face and my bag was starting to feel like a ton of bricks. I didn't even know if I was going in the right direction. I stumbled around hoping to God that I would come across the road soon. Not that God had been listening to me lately. As I continued to lurch, scrabble and scratch my way through the trees, weeds and shrubs that caught at my feet and made me trip, a stream of curses flowed out of my mouth, like water out of a tap, "Bloody fucking vampire, why the fuck did he have to choose fucking me. What fuck is so fucking special about fucking me. Why couldn't he have chosen one of my shitty slutty friends, they are more than willing to spread their fucking legs for him, the fucking whores…" and so on.

After what felt like hours, I finally stumbled onto tarmac. A deserted road stretched on either side of me, the sound of rain splattering against the road loud in my ears. I cried in relief, my breaths cold and sharp. I pulled out my brick of a phone, glad to see that there was a few bars of signal and began dialling the on person I loved just as much as my father.

"Bella? You ok?" Jacob Black said, his warm voice crackling over the reciever.

"Jake! You don't know how fucking wonderful it is to hear your voice," I gasped, trying to stuff my free hand into my sodden pocket in futile attempt to warm it up.

"What's up? You're not hurt are you?" he asked, concern sparking his voice.

"Could you pick me up? You wouldn't believe what has happened," I said, pulling my hand out and running my fingers through my hair, pushing it out of the way.

"Sure, where are you?" he asked. If Jake had been there, I would have kissed him.

"I am on the road behind my school. Y'know, the one where we dumped Paul when he was absolutely wasted?"

"Yeah, gotcha. Just stay where you are 'kay? I'll drive up and down 'til I find you."

"Thank you so much Jake. I'll explain it all when you get here," I said, relief beginning to seep into my voice. Everything will be alright. Everything was going to be ok.

"Ok, seeya soon," he said, I heard the scrape of keys in a lock on the other side.

"Yeah soon," I murmured and hung up.

I sat on the nearest boulder and began to fiddle, rain dripping down my nose and into my eyes. It's what I do when I am nervous as hell. If Jake didn't come soon, the corpse will find me and that would be my life over. I fiddled with my watch strap, then my sleeves, then my hair. I was starting to rock backwards and forwards when Jake finally appeared. His red Volkswagen Rabbit came puttering down the road, the windshield wipers working furiously against the downpour. I jumped up and waved frantically at him. He drove to a stop and then the passenger door opened. "What are you waiting for? Get the fuck in," said my new saviour.

I jumped in and almost shouted, "Drive! Lets get outta here!"

"Where to?" Jake's voice was as urgent as I was feeling.

"Your house," I said. "They won't find me there."

The wheels squealed and we were off. "Thank you," I breathed. I began I warm my frozen fingers by car's heater, while smiling gratefully at Jake.

He is the same age as me but he's huge, at least 6 foot 10. He can barely fit into his tiny car. He has sleek black hair that is always tied back at the nape of his neck and glittering black eyes. His dark skin was such a contrast to mine, people actually laughed when they saw us, but we have known each other since we were born. My dad and his dad were best friends, we were making mud pies at 5 and I was playing rough and tumble with him and his friends since I was 7. With him, being a girl never seemed to be an issue. I was just one of the guys and he was the same back. He was my brother in all but name. It was good that way. Jake was safe. Jake was home. "So are you gonna tell me what happened," Jake said, his eyes locked on me, "What the fuck have you been doing? You look like shit."

I swallowed thickly. He may be my best friend in the whole world, but who knew how he was about to react. I'd heard of parents turfing out their daughters when they were Marked, forever disowned from parents who swore they love them. "...I-I have been Chosen, Jake. I am now officially a Corpse Bride."

His nostrils flared and he suddenly slammed on the brakes. I was thrown forwards and the seatbelt cut into my neck, "Jesus Christ Jake!" I gasped, my eyes watering "Try not to kill us will you?"

"Are you serious?" He demanded his eyes suddenly furious, "Has he Marked you yet?"

"No," I said rubbing my neck, "That's why you found me out there. I was trying to make sure that I don't get caught by the corpse. Can we please go? He can catch up with us."

He nodded stiffly and started the car again. Relief flooded me, he wasn't going to throw me out. "What are you going to do?" he asked, his voice quiet.

"Run," I said simply, "If I don't get Marked, he can't have me."

I knew it wasn't that simple. I knew that I could never have a normal life. I knew I had only two choices about my life: either run, like a convict or be a vampire's fuck toy and food source. A feeling of desperation and anger welled up inside me. Desperation and anger aren't a good mix. I wanted to hit something, to beat the shit out of an inanimate object.

I settled for the dashboard. My fists curled, and I began to hurl punches at the dashboard. I was vaguely aware of Jake shouting over the sounds of flesh meeting plastic. I ignored him though and continued to hit. I was surprised the air bag didn't deploy, even if it did, I would have started punching that as well. Under my breath I growled with each smack, "So. Fucking. Un. FAIR!"

My dreams of a better life were destroyed. Gone. In only a second. All because some fucking bloodsucker decided to turn up at my school. So fucking stupid.

Suddenly my car door opened and I was pulled into a tight hug. I hadn't even noticed the car had stopped. A warm woodsy smell filled my nose and I felt like I was being crushed. "There was no fucking need to attack my car Bella," Jake growled, pressing me tighter into his hard chest. The tight knot in my chest loosened as his heat surrounded me, digging into my bones. Jake was safe. Jake was home. "Now let's take a look at your hands, hmm?" he murmured into my hair. He pulled away and brought my knuckles up for inspection. I gasped, my knuckles were bruised and swollen, bits of skin had been scraped off and blood was trickling down my pale skin. "Trust you to cause yourself an injury in my car," he laughed. I said nothing as he managed to rummage around in the back seat of his car and pull out a first aid kit.

I snorted unattractively at that, "You have a first aid kit in your car?"

"Yeah! I mean if I have you as a friend I kinda need it," he said as he pulled out some antibacterial wipes.

"Careful, or I may just start punching you," I warned sarcastically, the corners of my mouth twitching.

He grinned his wolfish grin at me, the grin that made everything alright again and continued to dab at my fresh wounds. I took sharp breaths in as my knuckles stung, but Jake was gentle and once done he wraps a long pieces of bandage around both knuckles. "Now don't go punching anything else now, 'kay?"

"'Kay," I mumbled. He helped me get back into the car and before I knew it, we were driving again. It was calmly quiet in the car and I felt a little better. Punching a car bonnet is good therapy, strangely. Every now and then Jake would glance at me, worry creasing his brow. I ignored him and looked out of the window. It was starting to rain. Drops of water began to run down the sides of the glass. I watched them go, sometimes reaching out to touch them as they went. I felt like I was seven years old again, being driven around by my father to and from hospital because of the constant accidents I had.

"Here we are. C'mon Hells Bells," I heard Jake murmur. The nickname made me unlock my limbs, making up the movements to open the door and step out the car.

"Is your dad in?" I asked, eyeing the shabby red wood house in the middle of a scruffy stretch of grass surrounded by dense wood all around. There was an open garage at the side, bits of cars rusting in the rain around it and the various projects that Jake works on covered in tarpolin.

"Yeah," Jake said, locking his car with a click.

"He can't know that I am here. He'll call my dad otherwise and then he will lead the corpses here," I said trying to keep the panic out of my voice.

Jake glanced worrylingly at me, a crease in his brow. "Bella, its alright. I'm not going to let anything happen to you. Just keep quiet," Jake whispered. We made our way to the front porch. "When I say so, run up the stairs to my room," he whispered again.

I nodded. He then unlocked the door, "I am home!" he shouted out to Billy, who was probably in the kitchen. "Go!" he hissed at me, his eyes flickering to the stairs.

I slipped behind him and ran up the stairs, just as Billy called out, "Hey Jake! How was school?"

I heard Jake continue the conversation as I slipped into his room. Jake's room is tiny. You could just about squeeze a bed and wardrobe into it. I flopped onto the creaky mattress and stared up into the face of the nude blonde model plastered across the ceiling. I inhaled the scents of musty bed sheets and the faint acrid smell of smoke. I listened to the murmurings downstairs and a few seconds later Jake was on the bed with me, also looking up at the nude model. "So…,"he murmured turning his face towards me, "What is gonna happen now?"

"I have no fucking clue," I muttered.

He suddenly rolled off the bed and began to rummage through his wardrobe. "It's time like these, I call for the handy weed," he mumbled as shoes and bits of clothing were thrown over his shoulder.

"You always smoke pot," I snorted.

"Well you know what I mean," he said. He finally pulled out the clear plastic bag full of dried pale green leaves. He kneeled before the bed and began to roll up a joint. I felt the bed creak again, and the model's face was suddenly clouded with smoke.

"So…what are you gonna do now? No meaning to be a pain but you can't hide in my room for the rest of your life."

"Yeah," I sighed, "…maybe I'll backpack across the country. There's no way I'll be able to go to college. I can use my savings account to start off and I'll just…go where the wind takes me."

"What happens when the money runs out?" He asked, another plume of smoke making the models sultry stare hazier.

"I'll bust tables or something," I muttered, "There is no way in hell I am going to be a 'working girl'. I still have my dignity to think about."

"So you're just going to disappear," there was a sad note to Jake's voice.

I Sad the next part so quietly, I was surprised he heard it, "I don't want to become part of a monster Jake. I- I can't."

There was a long heavy pause. He knew, but he wouldn't say. That was a cardinal rule. Never to be broken.

"What about your dad? He'll never stop looking for you, regardless of what uou ran away for," he finally said, taking a deep inhale of his joint after.

I wanted to dispute that. But I knew he was right, "well, since my dad is Chief of Police, I know what their methods are. I am the best person for evading them."

"Even then, you can't go on your own. You're a seventeen year old white chick. There are some real sickos out there Bella."

"Come with me then."

"You know I can't. With Dad in a wheelchair, my sisters fucked off somewhere and me bringing home most of the money from the auto-repair shop, I can't just leave him on his own. You know I can't." there was a pleading note in his voice. He wanted me to understand.

And I did. Shit, I understood.

Life's a bitch and then you die.

My eyes stinging, I turned my face into his shoulder and breathed in deeply. Hiding how much I was hurting. Fucking shit. This is not fair. This is not fair.

Jake tentatively stroked my hair with his free hand, and I felt lips press to my forehead. Was it just me, or was he trembling?

Suddenly from downstairs there was a loud thudding against the front door. I heard Billy roll himself to the door and open it, "Well hello there, what can I do for you gentlemen?"

"Where is she?" came a snarl.

I froze and then bolted upright. "Shit!" I whisper-yelled, my tears forgotten.

Jake, with surprising speed for someone who must have been incredibly high, got up and tossed my bag to me, then widened his window so I could scramble out, while throwing his joint out said window. "Go! Keep west and you should get to Sam's house. He'll take of you from there."

I din't ask him how Sam and his heavily pregnant wife Emily could help me at this point but I followed his instructions anyway. Before I left, I pressed my lips against Jake's scratchy cheek, my eyes stinging. "See you later Jake," I said.

"She's upstairs!" I heard another voice shout.

I lunged for the window just as the door burst open and three angry vampires and one cop entered into the tiny room. I slipped down the side of the building, bent my legs so I could take the impact of landing against the soft wet ground. This didn't work out so well. My right ankle crunched and collapsed beneath me and I screeched out in pain. "Fuck!" That didn't stop me though. Like a mad woman I began to limp towards the forest, my bag swinging from side to side. I eventually dropped it three feet in and my speed seemed to increase by a fraction. But each time I set my foot down, white hot pain seared up my leg, and I would gasp out a curse but I would not stop. Not for anything. Just as I was about to enter the first of the trees, two cold arms wrapped around my waist and hoisted me up, "I got her!" came a booming voice.

That's when I really went crazy.

I kicked, I screamed, I scratched, I punched.

"Wow, this one's feisty!"

"Fucking let go of me, you motherfucking leech!" I shrieked.

"Edward dude, you got a reluctant one. And one that has a sewer for a mouth," the one holding me laughed.

"Let go of her Emmett before I rip you to pieces," I saw Edward finally come into view, looking like a beautiful angry Greek god. An even stronger feeling of rage welled up inside me and if possible, I began to thrash even more wildly and scream even louder. I would not stop screaming.

"We're gonna have to sedate her, there is no way she will stay in the car this way," another vampire came into view and I recognized Jasper Cullen.

"You fucking sedate me, I will fucking cut your dick off with a rusty spoon," I snarled, trying desperately to pry the hands apart.

"Let go of her, you fucking leeches. LET GO!" Jakes voice echoed in my thudding ears and I wanted to tear free and run to it. Help me. Please. HELP ME.

"What's wrong with her?" the one holding me asked, genuine concern in his voice this time. "Why she acting like this?"

"Keep back, sir," Jasper's voice echoed and there was the sound of wrestling.

"Not until you let go of her! She's not a fucking doll!" Jake roared back. "Bella! Keep going! Bella!"

"I don't know," Edward's voice was close answering my captor's question, and his eyes were locked on me, something close to concern in his gaze. "Bella, that's your name, right? Bella...its me. Its your consort. Let me in sweetheart, please. It will be so much better if you let me in. Please." It was so gentle, but all I could see was blood. So much…blood.

I couldn't answer; I was in such paroxysm of terror and fury. I kicked out at him and he flinched back, the concern replaced with hurt shock. He took a few steps back, muttering distractedly to himself, "No...this...this cannot be. No..."

I hardly noticed the people around me anymore. There was a sharp prick into the side of my neck and I gasped. "There; it's all going to go away. Everything is going to go away," it was the person who was holding me that spoke, as he continued to restrain me. My limbs became heavy, clouds descended around my head and I felt my head drooping onto the cold arm that snaked around my body and I felt myself being lifted up. Darkness seeped out of the corners of my eyes and I couldn't fight it off. I slipped away, leaving the memories behind.

There we go! I hope you like! Please please please review! I can take criticism.

Bones

P.S. By the way, Happy Belated New Year! Hope this year is good to you all!

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