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Hey guys,
I felt bad for not updating for so long so here's a preview of Part VI.
TOO MUCH OF NOT ENOUGH
BY A.K.A ETTIE
Bella
My senses were demanding that all my attention be focused on the pain. I knew that one hundred years from now I would still be able to remember the pain as vivid as it was now. I knew I was slipping away. I was unashamedly terrified as I teetered on the edge of the afterlife and earth. Although I didn't have to worry I knew Edward would save me as he had done countless of times before. But I mentally and most likely physically recoiled as I felt his teeth rip into my skin again. I could feel my heart sputter, beating irregularly and naturally I tried to breathe harder and faster for more air. And damn it I could feel the tingling like sharp needles I usually got before another round of convulsions would take place. I nearly (the key word being nearly) felt like gouging out Edward's beautiful topaz eyes out of his flawless face for agreeing to my transformation. Instead I screamed.
Edward
I braced us both as Bella's body shook with another bout of spasms. In another mind I vaguely remembered how I should be giving her as much space as possible during a seizure instead of holding her close. But I couldn't help it.
I watched her face as her features became more angular making her cheekbones more prominent. Her lips, beautiful and full as they were stayed the same. I watched as the shine glowed through her hair. At the same time her skin paled considerably becoming cold and hard. I ran my fingertips across her eyelids that were now stained lavender. Her muscles toned visibly as she withered still in pain becoming stronger as she struggled against me.
Her screams began to dull, but they still had enough volume to make me cover her mouth. I could feel her heart sputter, giving up the battle. I hugged her close and closed my eyes waiting for the final stretch of the transformation.
Bella
I could feel the end was near…of my transformation I mean…I hoped so anyways. Through my last round of seizures I could feel my body change. Through the fiery sensation I somehow felt Edward's cold body lean against mine. I tried to indulge in it, but failed. I clutched onto his arm tightly with a little more strength than humanly possible. Slowly I felt the last beats of my heart. I let out a guttural scream of agony and it died when my final breath left my body.
Edward
After the harsh scream that pierced my ears, she fell quiet. Her eyes closed and her body limp in exhaustion. I called out her name hoping for a response.
Bella
I heard my name being called from my angel. Desperation and anxiety laced his voice. Slowly I opened my eyes looking up into his. "Edward?" I whispered. I heard him sigh in relief. He pulled me hastily against his cold chest…no he wasn't cold…he was just…neutral. It was an odd feeling; something among other things that I now had to get used to. In Edward's embrace I could feel it so differently with my now heightened sensitivity. That's when I thought 'Thank goodness. It's all over now,' apparently not, because a sudden wave nausea hit me right after that thought.
There were a million different voices in my head - yelling, screaming, talking and a jumbled mess of images popped into my head of people I didn't even recognise. I wanted out and now. Exhausted from the nearly three days of torture I now had to put up with whatever I was suffering from now. And I thought life was going to be one major high after the transformation. "Edward? Edward get them out of my head." My voice was strangled with tearless sobs. The pain sharpened right above my eyes as the voices and images continued to drilled into my skull. Instead of thrashing about during my transformation I was paralysed in pain. "Bella?" I heard Edward call, "Get what out Bella?" I heard the unmasked worry in his voice.
"The voices," I paused to groan, "The visions." I clutched my head in my hands. What was wrong with me?
Edward
I already knew what she wanted because I couldn't hear the voices in my mind anymore; and I was nearly sure that Alice if called upon right now would not be able to see anything in the future.
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