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A mistake I made in the first chapter, where it says:
Jacob is a year older than me, making him 18. His father left his mother 2 years after Mike was born..
I meant to put Jake, I don't know why I put Mike. I cannot edit it, when I save it, it never appears changed.
Hope you enjoy this chapter! It might seem like things are going really fast, but they won't.
Questions answered at the end.
Not Zombies
"Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping
Hello I'm still here
All that's left of yesterday " - Evanescence
Jake no!Oh Jake they're only fooling around…Jacob come here hide with me.
What if I had stepped right in? Would I be the one that will be 6 feet underground?
A pen dropped to the floor, making my head turn slowly to the left. The tear I'd been holding in escaped, and the sobbing began.
I didn't want to, not in front of Charlie, not in front of a stranger detective. But I needed it. Sometimes, it's not about what you want but what you need.
I needed Jake, I need to hide in his arms, telling me everything was going to be okay. But I know it's not.
As soon after the zombies had left the library, I called Charlie. Of course, I struggled five minutes to get actual words out.
"Charlie? Charlie.. Jake.. The school… the masked men!"
"Bells are you okay? "
"No DAD, how can I be okay?! Jake… all these…please get here"
In less than ten minutes, he was there. Not to exaggerate, but every cop, sergeant, firefighter, detective and doctor of Forks, was there.
I spent two hours in shock under the table, or so Charlie says. No one, not even him, could manage to pull me out of under the small table.
Result: an unbearable pain in my lower back. I remember coming out, Charlie turning my head to face his chest, covering my head with a towel.
The smell was disgusting, never in my life had I smelled a dead body, let alone more than twenty at the same time. Noticing that my legs were too flimsy to walk on my own,
Charlie carried me all the way to his police car. And I don't remember anything else.
Not how I got to Charlie's office or how I'm wearing a gray sweater 2 sizes bigger than my own.
Charlie excused himself out of the office as the detective approached me.
"Hello Bella, this is Detective Lloyd. I know you might not want to talk about this right now. But we really need to find out as soon as possible, who brought this monstrosity to Forks High"
a tall, chubby blonde interrogator asked.
"Did you get to see any of their faces?"
I shook my head slowly, asking if the school's cameras had caught anything.
"Unfortunately those cameras haven't been working for years now. Did they all seem male?"
I nodded and looked out the window, but everything was dark. I tried to picture them again. Normal, tall guys. Maybe in their 5'11s. Their voices too.
One sounded very sweet, almost classical. The other very young, and soft. How could zombies have sweet voices?
"Do you know if they were like, carnivores? For what I remember, they were like.. feeding on everyone's necks" I asked curiously, narrowing my eyes to the detective.
His face seemed surprised, his eyebrows raising cartoonishly.
"Um, well Bella, it was great talking to you. We'll leave this for another time" He stood up and walked out in a rush.
So they know about the zombies? They know something about Jacob's killers. Killer, technically. Actually, I don't remember seeing that zombie's face.
They all seemed the same. Except the one with really white teeth and the other one had a black mole under his lip.
Maybe that could be evidence?
I ran to the door, trying to look for Detective Lloyd and tell him everything I knew. My back made me almost drop to the floor, but I stopped to rest with my arm on the wall.
No one seemed to be in their cubicles. I checked everywhere, even both the male/female restrooms. Suddenly, huge fear took over my body. With my hands shaking nervously, I called Charlie and asked what was going on. He refused to give me a straight answer, and he told me to go home, carefully. I took the bus, and luckily, there were only two people riding with me.
"…yes poor kids, my Tyler isn't going to school for a long time."
"Hey isn't that Bella Swan? The only survivor.. "
"Ssh! Leave her alone would ya, Sheryl"
I tried to ignore them, and kept looking out the window. How could the driver see? The night was so black it was almost blue. Black.. Too dark.
The zombie's eyes, were black. I thought it was just my imagination, but their eyes…
My Jake, gone. I miss him already. I wonder if Edward had been in the library too. Oh God, I hope not. Half of me was gone already, he was my other half. I hope he's okay… I hope..
The bus stopped and the door opened, drifting away my thoughts. I turned to see Edward, the one I was just thinking about, step in. He was listening to his iPod it seemed,
and used his Metro Card instead of change. He turned and our eyes met, my body went numb and I could feel the rose of my cheeks show. He gave me a smile that could melt any girl's heart and started to say something I couldn't hear.
"..next to you?"
"Huh?"
"May I sit next to you?" He asked again, already sitting down.I gave a smooth nod, lowering my face, embarrassed of how worn out I looked. I haven't even had time to look in the mirror…
not even wearing my black hoodie and I bet my eyes looked more like raccoon eyes by now.
"I'm sorry about what happened today, I heard"
This wasn't what I imagined our first conversation to be about.
"It's okay, you weren't there right?"
"No, I was at home already, watching the news ironically"
I smiled, and turned away. Was he sitting next to me out of pity? I'm not complaining, not at all. Suddenly I remembered what I was thinking during the shooting, about how I never had the chance to talk to Edward and reveal my true feelings for him.
I tried to keep the conversation going.
"Do you know what the time is?" Lame I know, but I didn't have anything more interesting to ask.
He checked his iPod and replied "It's a little past midnight. Going home?"
"Yeah, I don't even know what's.. going on" I sighed, chocking on my own words. What is going to happen tomorrow? Next month? After graduation?
I'm devastated and having him next to me isn't helping my self esteem at all.
As if he has read my thoughts, Edward hugged me, and pull me closer to him, putting his arm around my tiny body and my right cheek resting on his hard chest.
I looked in the rear view mirror of the bus, trying to take a look at Edward. He was looking down at me, with a puzzled expression. A disgusted expression.
Shower right when you get home Bella, I thought.
Three minutes later, the bus stopped right in front of my house. The bus driver whistled at me, that being the stop signal.
"Thanks, this is my stop now" I told Edward, as I pushed back from him.
"Later Bella" He knows my name? Duh silly, everyone knows the new-girl-in-town's name.
"Later" I replied, tripping over the step on my way down. Edward caught me, unexpectedly, and decided he'll walk me to the door.
"How did you catch me so fast? You'll miss the bus"
"I'll walk home" He said, ignoring my first question.
Charlie's cruiser had the sirens on, but not the sound. There were another 2 police cars next to his, both off. It surprised me he had company at home so I hurried inside.
"Hey Bella"
"Hey dad, what's going on? You guys have been acting so suspicious today" I asked standing with my arms open, waiting for an answer.
"Sorry, I decided to accompany Bella to your house" Edward interrupted, adding to my mood of desperation."It's alright Edward, why don't you two take a sit?"
"TAKE A SIT?! TAKE A SIT?!! DAD I'M DYING TO KNOW WHO KILLED MY BEST FRIEND, AND I KNOW YOU KNOW SOMETHING!" The sound of my screaming drowned in the sound of my sobbing. I let myself fall in the sofa, my hands covering my face. I'd never cried so hard in my life, ever.
Edward sat next to me, holding my hand. Since when is he so close to me?
"Bella, this might be scary, out of this world", he stated, "but the investigations and some evidence are just… there."
"What are you trying to say Dad?" I swear Charlie is so bad at explaining anything.
"We think the shooters only provoked a "shooting" to disguise their real intention"
"Which was…?" I knew zombies existed..
"They're vampires Bella, and created all of this show just to be able to drink some human blood"
I could feel the tension in Edward's hand as my heart fell out of it's place.
"Vampires?"
Yes Bella, vampires!
Please ask questions, leave comments and reviews. I appreciate it :]
Is Edward one of the shooters?: I wasn't going to answer this question but then I thought it'll be more interesting if I did. The answer is YES.
Does Bella dress punk-rockish?: Yes, BUT only in these first chapters. It's not her style, though. Will be explained later on.
