Immortal Words, Forever Love Chapter 2: A Night With Whisky, a twilight fanfic

AN- Okay, so here we are or chapter two! I'm excited for what happens next! I used four songs in this chapter, 'Fighter' by Christina Aguilera, 'That's What You Get' by Paramore, 'Cemetery Drive' by My Chemical Romance and finally 'Call Me When Your Sober' by Evanescence. I have new links in my profiles for the bands instruments and outfits. I have a few other links so you can finally see Bella's car and her new acquisition. And you finally get to see their house! So, On with Immortal Words, Forever Love!

We arrived at The Whisky is record time. What would have been a pain in the ass drive for most humans was a pleasant and pleasurable cruise for those of us, slightly more nocturnal. The surrounding area was literally crawling with liberally intoxicated humans, and those looking for a good time, we easily pulled into the back of the establishment into spots that were assigned to the musicians.

While we could have been playing far bigger venues, we liked the Whisky for a lot of reasons. It was dark and mysterious, yet it provided a close and intimate experience for our most loyal fans. We quickly made our way into the bar and onto the stage where our instruments had been delivered earlier in the day by our faithful assistant Aubrey. While we never dealt with Aubrey face to face, we had nothing but gratitude for the human who unbeknownst to her helped a coven of vampires with their meaningless tasks to achieve world domination…in the musical sense of course.

Weaving our way through the roadies and various Whisky employees, we meandered into the green room where we would hang out in until show time. After that, we were going to have fans trickle through for a meet and greet. While we were all a little wary of this, we knew we could handle it. I myself had been a 'vegan' vampire single my change, Bryant and Mirelle had quickly jumped onto the train when I told them of my need to not kill humans. They to still held on to their humanity, and had told me they had felt disgusted with themselves after every feeding. Kota was a little harder to sway, since he had been on his own for a few years and was already set into his ways, but eventually realized how beneficial it was to his social life to have golden honey eyes over startlingly scary scarlet. I think he also knew that we would never let him into our family if he continued to feed on humans. I believe I was a large part of his decision to hunt animals. This always reminded me of Alice and Jasper, and it never failed to make me miserable for days on end afterword.

We began to fiddle with our instruments making sure that they were in proper working order, and tuned to our specifications. As with all of the other areas our existence, we only used the best. The best cars, the most expensive clothes, and the most sought after old and ridiculously expensive musical instruments, or in some of our cases, just really awesome antique guitars.

Bryant was A Beautiful Nightmare's lead guitarist, and he rocked a Jeff Beck 1954 Les Paul Oxblood like no human, or vampire for that matter. While he was the most subdued out of our group besides me, he was like a completely different person on stage. His fingers picked and strummed the strings of the axe faster than any human probably could. Bryant and I also contributed on some songs, and he sang the songs I thought fit better from a male voice. We were a very good writing team. Bryant was a very casual guy, and today was just relaxing in some loose fitting boot cut jeans and a simple Nirvana tee. While Nirvana was at its most popular when I was a little human girl, he still very much enjoyed their music, and represented his tastes by wearing their merchandise. I have no idea how he either found or kept a Nirvana tee in such good shape for so long. I wasn't even sure the humans now a days, have even heard of the band. He had on some of his old beat up blue converses and his hair couldn't even be brushed it was so short.

In his human life, Dakota was a drummer in a garage band on the rez. They never got anywhere he said, but he loved rocking out with his friends and pretending to be a hugely famous rock star. He was living that dream now, with different friends and in a different time, but he was happy. Dakota was a machine on his Starclassic Bubinga EFX in a blue green sea foam color. He always had a flare for the strange bright colors that seemed to just shine off his strange skin. He liked all of his clothing, cars, and drums to scream 'Look at me!' The shirt he currently wore was a Bleeding Through band tee that said "I Don't Give A Fuck!" on the back. He also had on some jeans, but his were tighter since he did not want to get them caught in the bass pedals…again. Flatter shoes were also a better idea when stomping on the pedals so he also wore Chuck Taylor's, only his were a metallically silver.

Miry is our bassist. While she had not imagined herself as a bassist, she was strangely fit for the instrument, as she had the long willowy body for it to look effortless, as well as the long arms to reach all the way up the neck. She relished in the feeling of letting go, of letter out her more animal instincts in a safer setting by just letting herself over to the music, and the feeling of people screaming out for more. I could definitely relate to it. Even though I now was as graceful as my old family was, and as graceful as Mirelle even, I was still amazed how she could go into a huge lunging knee bend in stilettos and still look so beautiful. Some people or vampires just had all the fucking luck, ya know? Mirelle's bass was this gorgeous Rickenbacher-350/12V63 Liverpool, in just simple black and white. Speaking earlier of Mirelle's stilettos, which were these scary slender black contraptions of death, she paired them with black little leggings and blue and black zebra stripped hot pants. Very few people could pull off something this bizarre but the look just made her mile long legs look even longer. I was very jealous. A simple black bustier was what finished off her ensemble along with a multi tiered chain necklace and simple black bow earrings. Her hair was its usual messy curl mop that just made her look good enough to eat, or at least, that's what Bryant always said.

As I entered the back room I walked behind the thin muslin linen curtain so I could change. I pulled my clothing out of the messenger bag, and I thought back to the days where I would have blushed scarlet at the things I was about to put on. While the fitted tee I pulled on was not outrageous or anything, it did say 'Love Can't Hurt You'. The pants however, Bella Swan would never wear. Tight leather pants unfurled themselves as they unrolled. They hit low on my hips, and I was going to bludgeon Mirelle for convincing me to buy them. They showed a little bit of my midriff and I knew I would feel the urge to tug my shirt down for the rest of the night. I could already feel the urge in my itchy fingers. I slipped on my own huge scary heels, another Mirelle idea mind you. They were really cute though. They were a black and white checkered and totally freaking adorable. I 'accessorized' as my old sister used to call it, with some black plastic bracelets, and absurdly cute black octopus ring and a double cross chain necklace. My hair was easy to do. I just threw it out of the messy updo bun I had and let it fall down my back like a chocolate river.

I wasn't Bella Swan anymore, for the rest of the night, as I sang my broken hearts songs and greeted fans, I was Izzy Sparrow, and this was her costume. Her shield was a Zakk Wylde Les Paul Bullseye . It was black and white, and it made me feel powerful. I also played an acoustic and the piano, but was not sure if I was going to need it tonight.

A timid tech knocked on our door and cracked it open.

"Their ready for you on stage. It's completely packed out there. Have a good show guys."

Before we could even comment to him, he was gone; apparently we vampires were still alien to many humans. I raised my nose into the air and inhaled the odd aroma of humans mixed with vampires. All vampires in attendance were either vegan by choice or were going to abstain for the duration of the evening. It would be uncouth for multiple fans of the band A Beautiful Nightmare to be murdered in the same way; there would definitely be speculation if something like that occurred. It would be headline news, and we neither wanted the bad press, or for people to start suspecting something was amiss.

Bryant and Mirelle walked down the narrow hallway hand in hand ahead of Dakota and I, making us feel like awkward teenagers unsure if holding hands would be inappropriate. So Dakota, even thought he was a great amount taller than me nudged his shoulders into mine unbalancing me into the wall. I giggled breathily and reciprocated. The four of us joked and laughed until we were standing in the doorway leading to the stage. The manager of The Whisky was at the mic about to introduce us.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is my extreme pleasure to introduce to you a band who exploded onto the scene only a little over a year ago, and have already generated two number one singles, and five hit songs, from their outrageously acclaimed debut album, to the highly anticipated new album, I give you; A Beautiful Nightmare!"

With that we ambled on stage and were greeted by a thunderous applause. Lights turned on above our heads, and I spoke to the standing room audience.

"Hey guys, thanks for coming out here tonight! Before the show begins, I do have an announcement to make. We will not be playing songs from our CD Flying On Broken Wings tonight." I was met with a few boos and a few surprised gasps, so I continued before pandemonium struck. "Tonight, as a special gift to you, our greatest, most loyal fans, we will be playing songs from our unreleased and until now, untitled album. So tonight you will be hearing songs from our upcoming album, Immortal Words. Now, let's get the night started! This song is called, "Fighter". I slid my guitar over my shoulder as my sensitive ears picked up the excited panting over the screams and shrieks.

The recorded piano and violins started playing as I started the song off by talking. I grasped the microphone and leaned the stand close to me.

[Spoken]

After all that you put me through,
You think I'd despise you,
But in the end I wanna thank you,
'Cause you've made me that much stronger

I grabbed the neck of my Gibson and Dakota hit the double bass.

[Singing]

Well I thought I knew you, thinkin' that you were true
Guess I, I couldn't trust called your bluff time is up
Cause I've had enough
You were there by my side, always down for the ride
But your joy ride just came down in flames cause your greed sold me out in shame

After all of the stealing and cheating you probably think that I hold resentment for you
But uh uh, oh no, you're wrong
Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do, I wouldn't know
Just how capable I am to pull through
So I wanna say thank you
Cause it

The chorus begins and Miry and Bryant sing back up.

Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter

Bryant and I each slide down the neck of our Gibson's and I hear the crowd jumping to the beat.

Never saw it coming, all of your backstabbing
Just so you could cash in on a good thing before I'd realize your game
I heard you're going round playin', the victim now
But don't even begin feeling I'm the one to blame
Cause you dug your own grave
After all of the fights and the lies cause you're wanting to haunt me
But that won't work anymore, no more,
It's over
Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture
I wouldn't know how to be this way now and never back down
So I wanna say thank you
Cause it

I whisper this next part, almost singing, but mostly talking.

How could this man I thought I knew
Turn out to be unjust so cruel
Could only see the good in you
Pretend not to know the truth
You tried to hide your lies, disguise yourself
Through living in denial
But in the end you'll see
YOU-WONT-STOP-ME

I kick my leg and the lights blink off the white in my shoes.

Bryant breakdowns on his own Gibson, and Miry presses her back to his as they duet.

I am a fighter and I
I ain't gonna stop
There is no turning back
I've had enough

You thought I would forget
But I remembered
Cause I remembered
I remembered
You thought I would forget
I remembered
Cause I remembered
I remembered

Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter

The drums and guitars fade out, and Miry and I sing the last few lines.

Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter

The crowd goes wild and I take a necessary breath, even though my lungs don't need the air. I smelled it when I inhaled. Something that I could not quite identify, but something I knew I had smelled before. It was heady and intoxicating, and way too overwhelming. I could have sworn that my long dead heart just jumped in my chest. Why was I reacting so strangely? While the crowd yelled and screamed, I placed a hand over my eyes to cut the glare of the white lights. It was not really necessary to do so, but it was as if I had binoculars. There at the few tables at the back. Well hot damn. Alice Cullen, looking like she just so belonged. Her black pixie hair was spiked messily and head to toe in black leather, only she could pull off something so….daring and sexy. Speaking of sexy, Rosalie was sitting right by her, her leg crossed over the other; the spike of her shoe looking like it could stab even my skin. Her black tube dress barely covering the things it should cover.

What the hell are the female Cullen's doing here? And why were they both nodding in satisfied approval? Both were wearing matching feral like cat-who-ate-the-canary-and-who stole-the-cream smiles. Strange, and creepy. Finally my eyes made contact with a tall very attractive strawberry blonde who looked killer in the red halter dress and slender silver shoes. This woman looked less than pleased to be here, and yawned indifferently when she and I made eye contact. Yes, now I remember, this must be Tanya Denali.

My muscles tensed and I fought the urge to fold myself into a crouch. Venom filled my mouth and I felt my honey colored eyes turn dark, and my eyelids slide into slits of anger. How dare they come here! Why did they care? Why did Rosalie and Alice seem almost proud of me? Where were Jasper and Emmett…and him? I had accomplished all of this in only a few seconds, but if I did not start the next song soon, the crowd and my family would all begin to ask questions. So, I merely shot Rose, Alice and what I am to assume is Tanya an eyebrow raise and spoke into the microphone.

"Thank you. Once again that was 'Fighter'. I know you were all expecting to hear our old songs, but we decided to let our most loyal dedicated fans hear our new material before the album even comes out." My mind stalled as I saw the Cullen males; Jasper, Emmett and…Edward walk back over to the table the girls were occupying with drinks in their hands. So that's where they went, to make the appearance of being human. Our next song was going to be something else, but my band would not mind the quick change. "This next song is called; 'I Caught Myself'. As usual, it is dedicated to my ex-boyfriend who left me for dead one night so long ago. Hit it Dakota!"

Dakota then proceeds with the opening hits on the snare and bass and I begin to sing one of my favorite songs on the new record.

No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.

It's true. I got over blaming myself a long time ago. I place that blame fully in Edward's lap. I flip my hair over my shoulder for emphasis.

It's your turn; to take a seat we're settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt, so much?

I can't decide
You have made it harder just to go on
And why?
All the possibilities...
Well I was wrong

I look up from the microphone and my guitar and look directly into Edward Cullen's mystified eyes. I wonder if he knew about me, or if this was Alice's doing. I was banking on Alice being the deranged little planning monkey behind this scheme. It reeked of Alice. Stupid little pixie.

That's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa!
That's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa...
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa.

I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.
'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.

It was true. When they left, I was so cut off from my other friends. Not that I was in the mood for friendships, I was broken and barely holding myself together, but I felt so fucking alone.

I still try... holding onto silly things, I never learn.
Oh why? All the possibilities. I'm sure you've heard.

That's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa!
That's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that's what you get when you let your heart win. Whoa.

Pain, make your way to me. (to me)
And I'll always be just so inviting.
If I ever start to think straight,
This heart will start a riot in me,
Let's start... Start, hey!

Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh why do we like to hurt so much?

We all scream this part and the bass and guitars stop, and the only instrument playing is Dakota on the drums.

That's what you get when you let your heart win!
Whoa.

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

I can't trust myself with anything but this,
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

The song finished and once again the crowd went wild. I looked to the table where my old family was occupying, and I watched as Emmett laughed at Edward, jabbing him in the shoulder with one beefy finger. I saw both Alice and Rosalie glaring daggers at him and he just sat there, taking it all, head in his hands. Tanya's mouth was pursed into a frown and she rubbed her hands on Edward's obviously tense shoulders. Jasper just sat quietly, sitting backwards on his chair, observing everyone, his mind probably working over drive because of all of the different heated emotions. I decided to slow it down a little for our next song.

"This next song will be sung by Bryant, and it's called 'Cemetery Drive'.

This song started with Dakota doing a roll on the snare and a singular hits on the bass.

This night, walk the dead
In a solitary style
And crash the cemetery gates.
In the dress your husband hates
Way down, mark the grave
Where the search lights find us
Drinking by the mausoleum door
And they found you on the bathroom floor

I miss you, I miss you so far
And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard

The background for the next part was sung quietly by Mirelle and myself, who kept shooting me the strangest looks. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep my tumultuous thoughts away from her, she knew me to well. Crap. I was going to have a lot of explaining to do, and I knew none of my family would be happy with the Cullen's being here, they all had a certain, shall I say, burning hatred for the family, especially Dakota. I could only imagine what Dakota would do; he had such a quick temper.

Back home, off the run
Singing songs that make you slit your wrists
It isn't that much fun, staring down a loaded gun
So I won't stop dying, won't stop lying (are you there at all?)
If you want I'll keep on crying (do you care at all?)
Did you get what you deserve? (are you there at all?)
Is this what you always want me for?

I miss you, I miss you so far
And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard

Way down, way down
Way down, way down
Way down, way down
Way down, way down

I miss you, I miss you so far
And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard

When will I miss you, when will I miss you so far
And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard
Made it so hard

Way down, way down
Way down, way down
Way down, way down
Way down, way down
Way down...

After this songs last strains occurred I looked over to that table, not having the courage to do it at all during the song, and I see them all sitting there, staring at me. They knew that even though Bryant had sung the song, I had written it. Tanya had a look of utter contempt and hatred upon her angelic face, making her look very frightening. Alice was just nodding as if she had known something all along. Rose and Emmett were making out like horny teenagers. Jasper was sitting silently his eyes tightly shut. I looked over to Edward and was met with piercing golden eyes. His eyebrows were mashed together in deep contemplation and thought.

"Thanks again you guys. Everyone here means so much to me and Mirelle, Bryant and Dakota. You guys allow us to do what we love, so we thank you. This will be the last song we play tonight…" I was cut off by the crowd booing and screaming their displeasure. I quickly made eye contact with the members of my band, my coven and my family. We really did not even need to speak one another. We all just nodded and I spoke back into the microphone. "Since we've all had such a good time here tonight, we are going to play another show here tomorrow featuring even more new material. So here's our last song for the evening, it's called 'So What?' Lets rock this!

I guess I just lost my boyfriend
I don't know where he went
So I'm gonna drink my money
I'm not gonna pay his rent (nope)
I got a brand new attitude
And I'm gonna wear it tonight
I'm gonna get in trouble
I wanna start a fight
Na na na na na na na
I wanna start a fight
I wanna start a fight

So...
So what!
I'm still a rock star
I got my rock moves
And I don't need you
And guess what?
I'm havin' more fun
And now that we're done
I'm gonna show you
Tonight...
I'm alright
I'm just fine
And you're a tool
So...
So what!
I am a rock star
I got my rock moves
And I don't want you tonight

Check my flow (uhh)

The waiter just took my table
And gave it to Jessica Sim...(Shit)
I guess I'll go sit with drum boy
At least he knows how to hit (Whoops)
What if this song's on the radio?
Somebody's gonna die
I'm gonna get in trouble
My ex will start a fight
He's gonna start a fight
We're all gonna get in a fight

I looked up for the first time to the table and made direct contact once again with Edward. I wanted him to here this next part. He needed to hear how messed up I was after he left. I felt so free when I sang this song. It hurt to say those things, but I saw t he girls in the crowd nodding in approval, and looking at me like I was singing what they so desperately wanted to say. Take that Edward Cullen!

You weren't there
You never were
You want it all
But that's not fair
I gave you life
I gave my all
You weren't there
You let me fall

NO no
No no
I don't want you tonight
You weren't there
I'm gonna show you tonight
I'm alright
I'm just fine
And you're a tool

I looked over to the table one more time and Alice was grinning at me like I was the sexiest piece of hout couture she could ever get her little hands on. She was literally bouncing on her chair. It was like she approved of the things I was saying in my song…strange.

Ba da da da da da

When the song ended, Miry, Bry, Kota and I each took a bow and left the stage. We had not even made it off the stage all the way before we heard the crowd chanting encore. We usually did so tonight would be no different.

"Do you guys think I could just go out there and play 'Call Me When You're Sober 'on the piano by myself?" I asked, using my puppy dog eyes and curling my lip.

"Sure Bella, that's no problem. I know how much you love that song." Mirelle said hugging me. She then placed her arms around my upper arms and leaned away from me. "And don't you even think that I'll forget how weird you have been acting tonight. As soon as you are off the stage, you will tell me everything."

Crap.

I sat on the bench of a piano they had moved onto the smaller stage sitting in the dark, waiting for the cue from the lightening guy. It seemed that no one knew I was there…will the humans at least. The vampires knew I was there, their ultra sensitive sight could see me in the pitch black like I was sitting in a brightly lit room. It was quiet however, the crowd waiting for the encore to start; you could feel the hum of excitement. My hearing picked up bits of conversation, one in particular I'm sure I was not meant to hear.

"Well what did you think Edward? That she would see you and just fall over herself into your arms? You left her, left her for dead apparently!" Alice hissed into Edward's ear as he shook his head furiously from side to side.

"I don't understand why seeing her make any difference Eddie. You got over her a long time ago. You have me now." Tanya crooned, shaking her arm in between Edward's.

That got me to thinking. Edward said he would have a lot of distractions. It made me wonder if Tanya was his distraction, well obviously Bella.

"Tanya, I do not want to hurt your feelings, but you know that I do not have feelings for you. I have never led you on, so please do not assume otherwise." Edward whispered back, he sounded annoyed.

I started to tense again, feeling very insecure and I saw the lighting guy give me the ten second count. I couldn't do this by myself! I needed my band! Screw solo piano playing! Holy Crap!

"Miry! Bry! Kota! I need you all to come out and play with me I cannot do this by myself! I'm freaking out here guys!" I whispered out, but it felt like a soul wrenching scream to me. The lighting guy gave me the signal and I was flooded with light, so I began, hearing my family scramble for their instruments. I could hear Dakota curse as he grabbed his entire drum set and pretend to struggle to get out in time.

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.

Miry began to sing with me and I internally breathed a huge sigh of relief.

You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

Bryant and Dakota entered here and I felt like I could finish this song after all. I love my family.

Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself.
Can't keep believing,
We're only deceiving ourselves.
And I'm sick of the lie,
And you're too late.

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

Couldn't take the blame.
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to lose your own game.
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded.
You can't play the victim this time,
And you're too late.

So don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

You never call me when you're sober.
You only want it cause it's over,
It's over.

How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine.

So don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
Don't lie to me,
Just get your things.
I've made up your mind.

The crowd cheered once more and we left the stage. I was first to make it into our dressing room and I heard the door slam shut. Oh balls.

"What the hell is that all about Bells? You have been acting totally weird all damn night! You changed our playlist, you stared off into space all night, and then you wanted to do the encore solo, but desperately needed us at the end? What the fuck is your deal?!" Dakota yelled at me. My shoulders slumped and started to rock as if I was crying. If a dead vampire could cry, that is what I would be doing right now. I sobbed brokenly and my hands pulled at my hair. My legs collapsed under me and I hit the ground with a heavy thud. No one caught me because they were staring at me in shock. I realized they were waiting for me to reply.

"They…they were here tonight guys. The Cullen's. I saw them, they saw me, and we exchanged looks. I saw Edward for the first time in almost eighty years. He, I think he might have a girlfriend too…" I finished weakly. They all stared at me in stunned silence. I looked up only when I heard a deadly feral growl issue from Dakota's throat, rumbling from his chest.

"What? Are you kidding me? Of course you're not kidding me. They have no right to be here? Who the fuck do they think they are just walking back in her, back into your life like nothing happened, like these past EIGHTY FUCKING YEARS have not happened! I'm going out there and I'm going to rip them limb from useless limb! And I'm going to save that dickhead for last!" Dakota yelled, his eyes blazing. I could feel his anger radiating off of him in electric waves. I was sure Jasper could feel that, like being hit by a brick wall at one hundred miles per hour.

"No Kota, we can't we have fans coming to meet us in a few minutes. You just have to calm down so we can meet our fans and then we can go home. That's all I want. Okay?" I said to him finally getting off the ground and walking over to him, and leaned my head onto his chest. He instantly wrapped his arms around me, and I soon felt Mirelle and Bryant's' strong and cool arms around me.

"Oh Bella I am so sorry. Do you want to talk about it?" Miry whispered to me. Her eyes so full of concern I wanted to cry all over again.

"No. I just want to sign a few autographs, pose for some pictures, make nice and go home. I have a few more songs I want to hash out on the piano." Everyone looked apprehensively over my head to meet the others eyes but nodded.

"No problem Bella. Whatever you want is fine by us. Just tell us if you get to overwhelmed. If you want, we could go home and hunt, you do probably need to feed, especially after the….excitement of tonight." Bryant said so diplomatically. I smiled weakly at him and nodded.

"Yes, that's what I want. Just let me go to the bathroom real quick and splash some water on my face. Just give me a minute to myself." With that I walked to the bathroom, which I don't think many people would just want to wander into to 'clean themselves off', I even felt germy in this place. I splashed some water out of the 'C' knob, but it still felt lukewarm at best against my skin. I put my hands over the crown of my head and finger combed my hair. Even if my lungs did not need to take in air to survive, I took in a few big breathes, and closed my eyes. I was really trying to calm myself down. I wanted to jump out of my marble skin. I wanted to scream, shattering the mirror and glass. I wanted to punch my way through this wall and run away. But I couldn't do any of that. I had to collect myself together and go into the next room with my family and meet 'n' greet with the fans. I could do this. I could SO do this…I have to.

I walked back out there and put on a smile for Mirelle's sake. She knew it was fake, hell, Bryant and Kota knew, but they were happy enough that I was trying. Some of the tech guys had placed a table in the center of the room, draped with heavy blood red crushed velvet. I walked past it and the tips of my fingers ran across the velvet. It was luxurious and smooth to the touch. I sat down at the first chair and accepted my bottle of water, even though I had no pressing need for it. We all settled into our seats and mentally prepared for a few seconds the melee of swarming fans. I gave a subtle nod to the manager of The Whisky, and he opened the door and ran in the opposite direction. People stormed in and made a beeline for us, oh holy shit….

My eyes were killing me. I thought that this whole vampire business would better protect my eyeballs, but they felt like they were one fire. I even saw spots! My jaw and mouth and lips were sore from smiling, and I really, really wanted to wash my hands. But the line had gone down to a small trickle, and then to nothing, and we just sent the last fan out on her happy way and were going to close up shop. The manager had gone to get info on the show we surprised him with, but he was more than willing to work with us. Well, he was after Mirelle and I dazzled him a bit. He said the next day was just going to be an open mic nite, so, he was more than pleased to have patrons buying drinks and tickets and what not. He was just going to let us know what time to be back here, and introduce us to the assistant manager as he was not going to be there the next evening. I really could not wait to leave.

There was a timid knock at the door for the second time this evening, and I was happy that the manager was back. I said 'Come in.' and turned back to my bag to make sure my notebook was in there. I still wore the outfit I had on from the show; I really did not see the point in changing out of it. Then I inhaled. My back shoot straight up and my shoulders instantly tensed up. It felt like my hair stood on end. At the same time, my mouth filled with venom and I wanted nothing more to attack. Raged filled my empty veins like sweet sweet blood and I knew instantly that my eyes had turned black. I instantly felt relaxed and calm. Fuck.

"I don't appreciate your mind fucking with me Jasper Cullen." I hissed and threw up my shield with a force that sent him reeling. I spun on my heels and was instantly flanked by a very angry Bryant and liberally livid Dakota. I could sense Mirelle making an effort to stay calm, but I could hear her hair snapping with electricity as she fought to keep her kinetic energy at bay.

"How did you do that Bella?" Jasper whispered awed and amazed.

"Wouldn't you like to know? Unfortunately I don't feel like telling. Now if you would excuse me, my family and I were just living." I made the tiniest movement to move but all of the Cullen's minus Tanya Denali yelled "Wait!"

"You do not tell me what to do. All of you can go to hell. Goodnight." I then reached the door before I felt a cool hand on my wrist. He was touching me, after so long, I felt his heavenly touch. It made me weak, but I knew I could not let it affect me. I couldn't let it. With lightening speed that even another vampire would have trouble following, I opened my hand and slapped him soundly across the face to the sound of two rocks being slammed together.

Dead silence.

"Bella." Was all he said to me. After all of this time, just my name. No reason, no explanation. Well I guess I knew the reasons. I wasn't good enough. I wasn't pretty enough. I was just plain old human Bella. He wasn't in love with me. I chanted that last one over and over again.

"Screw you Edward. Just, get the hell away from me. I don't need this shit, and I don't need you. I don't need any of you." I wrenched my hand from his and stalked past everyone to grab my bag. I looked up, and all eyes were on me. Bryant and Dakota's angry but proud eyes. Mirelle loving empathy. Jasper and Emmett's shocked gaze. Alice's eyes pleaded forgiveness, and Rose just looked resigned. Tanya was one again shooting me death glares, and then I looked to him. To Edward. His eyes were deeply hurt, but it was like he expected this reaction. Of course. Understanding Edward. It made me sick to my fucking stomach, figuratively of course.

"Bella. I saw your grave in a vision. That was seventy-five years ago. I…we…we all thought you had died." Alice's voice trembled and cracked on the last word. I sighed. It was very very hard to stay mad at Alice. But it wasn't her fault that her brother had moved on. Still, I was hurt she left, without even saying goodbye.

"Well, technically, I did die Alice. There was a burial too, but just and empty casket, they never found my body obviously. They just attributed my disappearance and subsequent death to the murders before." I shrugged at the end.

"Who changed you Bella?" Emmett asked, speaking for the first time.

"I didn't know when it happened. I was just alone in my bed, and alone in the house, Charlie was working crazy hours at the station because he didn't want to be around me. I wasn't sleeping because then the nightmares would come, and then…..No! I don't have to tell you? Why the hell do you care anyways? Any of you? Just…just get out!" I was so angry at myself for letting them in, if only for a moment. That was so horrendously personal, and they had no right knowing, especially Edward.

'But Bella…" Alice started.

"No! Just please, leave me alone. It hurts too much. To see you to hear your voices and know that nothing can be changed. I, I'm just not strong enough for this. What does it matter anyways? You have Jasper, Alice. And you two! How many times have you gotten married since I saw you last?"I could feel the venom coat my teeth as I continued, "And you Edward, you have your distractions, just like you said. So I guess you all have forgotten your manners. You must be Tanya Denali. Such a pleasure to meet you, I'm Bella Swan. Have him, you two fucking deserve each other. So none of you need me, so just LEAVE!" I looked at my family, eyes over bright and pleading, "Please just come home. I don't want you to do anything. I need you all tonight. Please." I fairly pleaded. With that I literally threw my bag over my shoulder once more and with inhuman speed ran out of the club. I didn't even wait for Miry, Bry or Kota. I just kept running, blindenly fast, though the city dodging traffic and weaving in between people. Out of the city proper and through neighborhoods, all the way until we reached our home.

Looking at our home now, I was disgusted with myself. I picked this house, and now I could see why. It was pure pristine white like a fresh snow. Even when I wasn't thinking about them, I was. It was absolutely stunning; all of the candle lights were on the sconces that surrounded the balconies. Four car garage, we each got one of our cars there, and we had a building downtown when we wanted any of our other rides. I walked up the cement driveway and opened the side that held mine and Mirelle's car. I loved my car. The other three had the newest most top of the line car, but mine was a few years old. It was a 2051 Audi TT Convertible it was this bright blue color, and I loved her. Mirelle had a 2053 Z4 Coupe 3.0si Beemer in metallic red. My newest acquisition was a Dodge Tomahawk. Utterly amazing, I had never wanted a motorcycle until I saw this magnificent piece of machinery.

I walked into the house and threw open all of the doors on the top floor and the white gossamer drapery whipped with the breeze rustling from the ocean even though it was miles away, but I could still smell the salty breeze. The wind whipped through my hair and caressed my cold marble skin. I turned around and ran to my piano and started humming and running my fingers over the keys. As I waited for the inevitable return of my family and having to talk about things I did not want to relive, I started working out a new song, one I knew I was going to perform tomorrow.

Your fingertips across my skin…

AN- I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and I was outrageously helped by the music I included. I plan on using more, I already have their whole CD planned out! I would really like some more reviews, it makes me want to get new chapters out faster! I started this after I uploaded the first chapter and I'm already done! Go Me! So I hope to hear from you, good bad or indifferent, cause it lets me know if I'm doing what you want me too. As we get further in, I'll be adding some polls and questions, because I want to know what your thinking, but I have to set the plot us first! Look forward to hearing from you!

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