DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight, or any of the other books in the series, the ever beautiful Stephenie Meyer does (lucky!) I also do not own Bella, Edward, Alice or any other character from any of the books.
Authors note: I'm sorry I've messed up so much, I'm just glad that I finally figured out how to add another chapter :)
Power
Chapter 2
I made an abrupt about face, turning to face the oncoming danger. The foot steps slowed their pace, and my follower stalked out of the trees menacingly.
It was a male; he didn't smell as compelling as the humans, but his scent was pineapple and lilac-- an interesting combination. He had flowing black hair that was shoulder-length, a white complexion, muscular build, and burgundy eyes. Words flowed from him, although his mouth remained closed.
Ah...my prize.
My eyes narrowed to slits. I heard myself let out an involuntary hiss. "Who are you?" I asked in a wind chime voice that surprised me. My voice didn't sound like that.
He smiled with what I imagine was meant to be a friend face. "I am a friend, dear Bella."
I snorted. "Right. And you expect me to believe that?"
He straightened up from his hunting stance and looked at me curiously. What? his mind said. "What do you mean?"
"You most definitely are the farthest thing from friendly, let alone my friend. I think you're joking," I stated matter-of-fact.
"No, Bella. I'm serious. I am a friend. Don't you remember me? James?"
My nostrils flared. I did remember him. We had met at a local grocery store in Florence. It was a beautiful city, full of beautiful art, and I had been crazy and a fool while visiting Italy with my cousin. I had had a sudden craving for cherry tomatoes and had gone to the market to get the groceries and pick up some tomatoes while I was at it. James had seen me there, and I swear, he stalked me all the way back to the U.S. Robin had stayed very close during those times. Where was Robin now? But I had thought we lost James in New York. Apparently he knows how to find me.
I decided to play nice with James. After all, I didn't know if he was dangerous or not. "Oh, yeah! James, it's been so long. I'd almost forgotten that day in Florence."
"By the way, how were those...potatoes? I believe you had been craving them." He raised an eyebrow.
"They were tomatoes."
Of course, stupid me, tomatoes. I'll have to remember better if I'm to continue the charade...
My eyes widened a little when I heard that. My hands clenched, and the air thickened. The trees groaned against each other. "What charade?" I asked nonchalantly.
"Excuse me?" he asked, astonished. I didn't say that out loud, did I...?
"What charade?" I repeated, harsher now.
"Um...nothing. I guess that was the wrong choice of words. What I meant to say was...."
"What? What did you mean to say, James?" I tried to dig deeper in his mind and was pleased when I found out that I could. I growled when I was assaulted by a memory of his.
Memory: The girl-- and she was just a girl, as she had told me that she was about to turn eleven--stared up at me through agonized eyes. I smiled at that-- at her pain. I adjusted my blanket of pain around her and she screamed. The sound pierced the air and the birds chirped in alarm. I laughed, amused. She was so much fun. Even more than her creator, Jorge. He had felt the hurt so much, he had started pulling out his hair.
While she was incapacitated with fear and the remnants of the pain, I moved forward to rip a finger off her hand. She had only 2 fingers left on this hand. She was missing a thumb on the other, and I'd pretty much plucked off every last toe of hers. She growled fiercely at me and tried to make a move toward me to rip my head off--laugh--but I sent another wave of agony over her, sending her down on to the ground. "Having fun?" I asked her pleasantly. She hissed. Small chuckle. The leaves started to rustle. I'd better get rid of her now. I rip off her head with my sharp, beautiful vampire teeth. Ah, such fun. I quickly burn the pieces and jump up to a nearby tree just in time. A group of policemen and other men in dirty clothes. I let them live, even though they have seen the thick purple smoke and smelt the acrid smell of the burning new born, though they do not know what burns like that. Oh, well, she was not the first.
End memory.
I shuddered, coming back to reality. James was staring in horror at me. "What?" I asked, slightly annoyed.
"The-th-the r-r-r-root!" I turned and stared at the giant tree root poised for attack above my head. It was pointing in James' direction, so, yeah, he had reason to be afraid. I returned my attention to James.
"You were going to kill me!" I accused.
"N-n-no, no, no! No, I wasn't--" How does she know these things?
"You lie!" I hissed. The root shot forward and caught James in it's wrath before he could react. I stalked over to him, the wind suddenly gusting around me in my fury. I bit his neck, and pulled. His head popped off with a screech and rolled along the ground. Ripping him to shreds while the root held him, I finished quickly. The wind quieted down as my temper cooled down. I piled the pieces together in a little circle I made in the dirt. Dang, I don't have a lighter. How am I supposed to burn the pieces without--
A flame flickered to life on the tip of my pointer finger before I could even think the word "fire". Grinning, I knelt and set James' ruins on fire.
He deserves to die, I thought. All those poor people! But, who was I to play God? I can't decide who lives and dies. He was a monster, I'll admit, but should I have killed him? Yes, I answered myself. It was in defence; he would have killed me any ways. Why not stop the problem at the root of it.
And then I remembered the tree root. It had sunk back into the earth, leaving two hills of dirt along it's sides. I decided to try something.
Using only my mind, I tried to cover the root with the waiting dirt. It complied willingly enough. I smiled as I wiped my hand in front of my face and the dirt packed in tighter over the root. I think I actually heard the tree sigh. Must have been my imagination.
What was I going to do now? I guess I'm a vampire...but how? I didn't know that they even existed, now I'm a neophyte to this strange group. Or was it a group? Did I just destroy the only other vampire out there? I sat down by a tree even though I didn't feel tired. And the humans' "vampires"...was I like that? Did I drink blood? Yes, I answered that question, remembering the humans by the campfire. But I don't have to drink human blood...do I? Did all vampires have the ability to read minds and control...things? How was I supposed to find out any of this? There's no one around. Except...I could always try to find Robin. He might know something, which was more than I knew.
Yes, I decided, that was what I'd do. I'd find Robin, and get some answers.
AN: There's something you have to know about Bella in this story-- she's so original that she has multiple powers. And I understand that James didn't have long black hair, and Robin is a character I added (he's definitely not from any of the books). Thanks for reading this chapter :)
~musiclover101twilight411
