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Soo, I wrote 6 pages in 2 days; that's a record for me. I hope you like this chapter.
If not, I'm hiding behing Edward!
Edward: Umm, Whitney, what are you doing?
Me: Hiding, duh!
Edward: From who, might I ask?
Me: The reviewers...and the person I'm writing this story for."
Edward: Nods, motioning for you to read now!
Edward POV
Passing out wasn't exactly Edward's plan. He figured he would roll the both of them out from under the car and make sure Bella was safe; however, the exhaustion of the school day, lack of sleep from the previous night and therapy took a toll on him and his body.
Now, Edward was gazing into the face of an angel. She had met his mother and was now standing in the doorway alone, just the two of them. Edward smiled at the thought.
"It seems you've saved me twice today, Edward. I just wanted to say thank you, really. I also just wanted to check on you, to see if you were okay." Bella smiled hesitantly at Edward, looking almost embarrassed.
"I'm fine, thank you. Please, come sit. There's a nice chair right here. Besides, I like to get to know the people I'm saving." He chuckled as Bella blushed, but walked slowly over. She sat and stared at his laptop case, a sudden smile bursting onto her face like the sun.
It was single-handedly the most beautiful thing Edward had ever laid his eyes on.
"What is it?" he asked, attempting to peer over the side of the hospital bed.
"You're a Red Jumpsuit Apparatus fan? Seriously?!" She looked up at him, any traces of shyness or nervousness gone from her features.
"Umm, yea, actually." He chuckled. "They are my favorite band. Your Guar-"
"-Guardian Angel is my…" Her voice trailed off.
"Favorite song?" Edward asked in astonishment.
"Yes, it is." She smiled, singing Edward's favorite part of the song. "Use me as you will, pull my strings just for a thrill. And I know I'll be okay-"
Edward joined her, "Though my skies are turning gray."
Bella's gaze locked with Edward's for a moment before she looked away. "So, you're a singer too?"
"Yes. It's my life. I'm a tenor, and by the sound of your voice, you are a Soprano?"
She laughed, nodding her head. "I can sing anything, though, Mr. Cullen. I bet you I could make a rap here and now about…Jelly beans!" She giggled, causing Edward to join in her laughter.
"OK, then, Swan. Let's hear it." He smirked at her, motioning for her to start. She sucked in a deep breath.
"Jelly to the bean, you know what I mean. Their gushy, mushy insides make my taste buds wanna scream! Flavor Flav ain't got nuttin on me, me and my multi-flavored jelly beans.
Wicka-wicka-wicka-WORD!"
At the end of her rap, they were both doubled over in laughter. Her laughed was like music in Edward's ears, a melody that he could never tire of. Once they caught their breath, Edward asked her to grab his laptop she was previously gazing at.
"In English, we have to write these short stories, and I was wondering, you know, since you're in my class, if you could read my story and see if you like it- I mean, you don't have to, or anything, I just-"
"Edward, I'd love to." She smiled warmly at him. "I love reading, and I'm sure you're an amazing writer."
He smiled back, muttering a thanks, and pulled up the file called Vendetta:
"Vendetta"
Edward Masen-Cullen
A tear that wasn't Luna's streamed down her milky complexion as she lay crumpled and bloody upon the dance studio floor. Her auburn hair swept across the wood, soaking up most of the evidence of murder. With an alkaline taste on his tongue and the acrid smell of death in his nose, Artemis stooped down to the dance floor. He picked up the only remnant of his past and present, but no longer his future. Luna, his twin, was dead , killed in cold blood. "The Haven", a grimy society of 24th Chromosome carrier murderers, were behind this mystery that the cops would soon overlook. How could they know that whosoever carries this chromosome is immortal once its initiated? Battle plans, weapons, and hovercrafts danced across the back of his swollen, bloodshot eyes. He lifted his sister up and turned to carry the carcass out the door, when his hip hit the old Spanish stand holding Luna's prized possession: the indestructible crystal vase our mother gave her before she died. It was as if time had slowed as the vase tumbled over the edge. In this instance, the vase shattered into a thousand pieces, cascading across the floor. Never before had the vase broken when it was dropped. Never before had the wrong twin been murdered.
The raging wind licked across his face as Artemis stepped out into the desolate alley. The sky promised the fall of rain, sooner than later. As he walked toward the congested group of tourists and pedestrians, an audible hiss of "Morte," was heard from behind one of the massive tubes that led to the city's recycling bins. "Death," says Rye, as she steps out of the dark abyss, "is a cliché now-a-days. Punishment by injection is no punishment. It's a coward's way out." She sneers her last sentence, taking in his protective stance from by the street. "How will you die, Artemis?"
The remainder of The Haven emerged from darkness that swallowed them whole. Among the elite group, Martin, Jane, and Damon stood before him. The portly one of the three, Martin, was shaking with anticipation for the next kill. His dagger shone with the blood that belonged to Luna, glistening under the pale moonlight. A strangled cry released from Artemis' sandpaper throat at the sight. He laid Luna on the cold street, taking his jacket off and wrapping it around her slim figure.
Martin lunged toward Artemis with his inferior instrument of death. He sliced away, but his sloth-like movements allowed Artemis to deflect the blows and stab Martin in his heart. Rye let out a raging cry as she flew at him with everything she had. Artemis removed Martin's sword from his holster and met Rye's with just enough time. In full attack mode, he lunged at her, pouring out all the hatred and loathing he felt for the Haven. Metal struck, eliciting sparks from their force. Rye spun around and dived for his abdomen, but he was too quick. Taking advantage of her confusion, Artemis used the fall to his advantage and lashed back out, slicing a long gash along Rye's chest. Her clothing was in tatters, skin covered in blood, as she dropped to the ground.
His cry of glory was cut off short by an ear-piercing gunshot. Damon had shot Jane right in her head, laughing a malevolent laugh as he did it. His icy gaze met the shocked expression on Artemis' face. "She was in the way! Besides, she couldn't even kill your precious Luna. She couldn't stand the sight of her. After all, you are-"
"She is nothing to me, but a killer! How could you, Damon? The other members of your little assembly murdered your brother, but that gives you no right to kill my sister. You took all I had left-"
"I murdered my brother, not these pathetic excuses for warriors! Why did he get to live forever when he couldn't pass the 7th grade without my help?! He was nothing but a thorn in my side that I took care of. Just like this-"
But he never finished his sentence. Instead, he hurled a pointed switchblade into his liver, causing his vision to slowly turn black. There was a sweltering pain in Artemis' side that spread throughout his veins. He felt as if someone had lit his body on fire, scorching the insides and out as he fell to the earth. Someone's piercing cry was drowned out by a loud ringing in his ears. Damon's shoes clicked as he walked away from the alley, whistling to a foreign, yet familiar seven note tune.
The shouts that came from Artemis turned to gasps as he lay frozen on the ground. The throbbing pain slowly subsided from his body; he was finally able to move. His movements were now facile, as if the 24th Chromosome had never been initiated. The lesion was now healed, with no scar or blemish left in its place. Artemis could taste the mellow and salty air surrounding him; he could smell its fragrant aroma of life that came from the evening rain. His senses were heightened; everything was. This instant must have been the exact time Artemis was born 21 years ago. He smiled to himself as Artemis realized that, even though Damon was still breathing, so was he. Artemis Lyron Pentsly was now immortal. But his grandeur was short lived as reality came back into focus. Luna needed a proper burial.
He carried his sister into the dark alley, not looking back at the bodies that led to her death. Even though Artemis was given eternal life, his sister's death stole away any chance of happiness he could have. His life, like the vase, was now and forevermore, shattered.
"Edward…this story is….amazing. I mean, you sing like Josh Groban combined with Michael Buble, you love RJA, you can write, you're handsome…" With the last comment, she blushed a fiery red. "I mean, you're like the perfect son and ideal student."
"Except for the fact that I'm sick," he added slowly. "Very sick."
Bella acted as if she didn't know what kind of sick he was. "The flu isn't that bad, Edward, it'll pass-"
"No, Bella. I mean, I have something that's making me very, very sick. It's just, I don't think you'll understand-"
"Edward, it's ok. I understand. Well, I'd better go and check in with my dad to let him know I'm OK. Charlie is probably waving his gun around, wanting to where I'm at. Anyway, Edward, thank you. I guess I'll see you at school."
"Umm, yea, I'll catch you later- Oh, haha, get it? Catch you later?" He chuckled at his comment while she threw one of the chair pillows at him.
"Later, Bella!" He managed to choke out as she waved, leaving the room.
Bella POV
As she turned to walk down the hall, Bella ran into a girl shorter than her with a pixie haircut.
"Hi, I'm Alice. The names Bella, right?"
Me: Peeks from behind Edward; Is it clear? Are they happy?
Edward: Umm, yea, looks pretty clear to me. But I have to ask; why hide behind me? I am a nerd.
Me: Looks up at Edward, smiling guiltily; Outside of your shirt, yes. But under the shirt...
*faints*
*Edward catches*
Edward: Well...Read, Review, and...what was that last one?
Me: Whispers, Recommend!
Edward: Right! Read, Review, and Recommend!
TBC