C H A P T E R S I X — HP and V
I've got this feeling that one of us has to die.
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A week ago I found the proof of Edward Cullen's love for me. It took me seven days to realize that it doesn't change a damn thing.
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I haven't been to school in eleven days. I don't even have to wonder if Angela misses me.
She doesn't.
She's spent the past few weeks slowly but surely alienating the entire student body against me. Trying to at least. With Lauren, resident Mean Girl extraordinaire prior to Angela's initial interference after Edward had left Forks, and Jessica, a blind sheep in need of a shepherd, backing her she's managed to garner quite a following.
With the girls at least.
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"Hi," I whisper from my perch on her bed.
Her response is a bloodcurdling scream. My response is to roll my eyes.
"God, Needy, enough with the screaming! You're such a cliché." I tell her, twirling a lock of perfect chocolate hair in between my fingers.
"Get out!" She yells at me. Petulant. Weak.
I wonder if she plans to attempt to "make me."
"But we always share your bed when we have slumber parties," I respond in playful voice. When she doesn't respond I roll my eyes again, something I think I will do a lot during this conversation with my supposed "Bestie" and respond with a sarcastic, "I'm not going to bite you."
I reach up and pull her hair into my hands, moving to the left onto her shoulder. As I begin playing with the dark stringy strands with my fingers I can't help but think my hair is far superior to hers. In regards to color, texture, length… and well everything really.
Where I am kneeling on the edge of Needy's bed I'm so close to her that our breasts are almost pressed up against each other.
"Is that my evil dead t-shirt?" Angela has a way of completely ignoring the important in favor of the blatantly obvious.
I smile and still playing with her hair, move so that our noses are touching. My eyes looking into hers, I'm not sure what I'm looking for, or if I find it, but I pull back momentarily, our faces now inches away.
The pads of my thumbs brush against her lips and her lack of a negative reaction spurs me on. Our faces join together until they are only centimeters away.
My hands reach up to cup her face, underneath her chin, and I use the leverage to guide her face closer to mine until there is nothing separating them and our lips are pressed together. Our mouths open at the same time, and I suck her upper lip into my mouth, lightly tugging on it with my teeth before releasing it. I give her lower lip the same treatment. Trying to coax her mouth to open wider. When she finally does open her mouth, I coax her tongue out her mouth with my own. Our tongues meet in a soft and gentle dance as my hands glide from Angela's face. As my hands reach lower and lower, I part from her face, retrieving my tongue from her mouth, and after briefly squeezing her boobs, fall flat on her bed.
Needy, her face a picture of shock and confusion, stands for a second, looking straight ahead, at where my face was just moments earlier. After a brief pause, she crawls on top of her bed, on top of me, with her bent arms pressed against my side for support. With my eyes closed and Angela's hair brushing up against my cheeks, her matching BFF necklace falling on the pulse of my neck, our mouths meet again. This time, the kiss is more rushed and frantic. Our pace accelerated. Our movement's in tandem.
My legs bend at the knee and press against Angela's ass. My hands move up from the top of her ass to the middle of her back, my nails scraping against her back and pulling the shirt up with my movements.
Just as quickly as our mouths are moving against each other, as fast as our tongues stroke each other, Angela pushes against my chest and jumps away from me.
"What the fuck is happening?" She asks me when I chose not to answer her asinine question.
I begin to laugh hysterically. After everything that has happened with Victoria, the kiss (with Needy, though Victoria defiantly makes top five), the rhetorical question sets me off. My back arched on Angela's bed, her evil dead t-shirt, which she hasn't worn since last summer because it's a size to small, is stretched tight against my chest and rides up the smooth, supple planes of my stomach. I wipe the tears from my eyes and turn to face Needy, who seems frightened and confused by my seemingly random laughter.
"My God, Needy. I have never heard you drop the F-bomb before." I tell her, slightly breathless from laughing so hard.
"I saw you! I saw- I saw- I saw the—" She stammers.
"Slow down, tardy slip. You sound like a sped." I tell her when she doesn't seem to be able to articulate her thoughts.
"I'm gonna call the police." She tells me.
"Okay." I respond, because I feel like humoring her. "Why don't you narc me out?" This is rhetorical. "I have the cops in my back pocket, Needy. I was fucking a cadet. Remember? My father is chief of police." I remind her because she seems to have forgotten.
"What do you want from me?" She wonders.
"Just want to explain some things to you. Besides, best friends don't keep secrets. Right? So, you remember the night of the fire? I got really messed up. And those guys from Low Shoulder-totally evil. They're basically, like, agents of Satan... with really awesome haircuts."
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Chastity, which is an ironic name for a succubus, but not for a stripper, used to go to Forks High School. She moved a week before I arrived. Her stay in Forks was relatively short, Needy would tell me. She was Mr. Molina's step daughter. His marriage with her mother was equally as short. It started with her substituting for Señorita Erickson, our old Spanish teacher, and ended with him having a hook for a hand.
Some people think a bear ate it off. Some people think that either Chastity or her mom did it.
A week prior to Chastity's departure from Forks, she went missing for three days.
Some people thought gang rape. Some people thought that Mr. Molina made her his sex slave. Some people were really fucking crazy.
Needy told me once that she saw Mr. Molina putting up posters, during those three days, his eyes were bloodshot and his hands were shaking. He looked terrible. He didn't look like he'd been having wanton sex with his step daughter.
Three days after she disappeared, she reappeared just as suddenly.
A week after that, Mr. Molina was admitted into the hospital for injuries sustained in a "bear" accident. When Chastity and her step mom left later that same day, people started to talk.
Some people thought that Chastity attacked him with an axe she found in the middle of the forest after she escaped her captivity. Some people thought the gang rapists went back for seconds and were angry when they found Mr. Molina instead of his step daughter. Some people needed to get a fucking life.
When I showed up in Forks a week after that, people shut the fuck up and started talking about me instead.
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"Where, where are we going?" I ask from my position in the van. The drummer, keyboarder and guitarist are all staring at me like I'm a piece of meat. Dirk, from his shotgun position manages to engage in a whispered conversation in which he maintains eye contact with Nikoli and stare at me at the same time. Nikoli Wolfe, the lead singer, would probably be leering at me too if he wasn't driving.
"You don't have to talk if you don't want to," Nikoli tells me, glancing back briefly and giving me a wide crooked grin.
There's a skull by my feet with a gap from where a spherical object bashed the top of someone's head and crushed it in. A book by Ivan Vladik called The Occult World lies near a candle and the Christmas lights strung along the floor of the van against the walls.
There's a cross with a crucified Jesus on my other side, along with a book about Witches that has a giant pentagram on the front of it. Magazines and tiny metal skulls adorn the floor.
"Are you guy's rapists?" I ask. My eyes watery. My throat choked up.
"Oh god I hate girls," Nikoli tells the bass player.
"Are you even sure she's a fucking virgin man?" The man sitting closest to me asks. He's got a pedophile smile and a thick bushy beard.
"Yes, yes I'm a virgin." I tell them because, 'Oh god I hate girls,' is not a no and these guys are defiantly, probably, most likely rapists. "I've never, I've never even done sex. I don't know how. So you guys should find someone who does. Know how." I plead, glancing back and forth between the front seat and the back of the van at the band members. My fingers digging into the ratty gray carpet.
"See Dirk? I told you man. You owe me a bear."
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"What did they do to you?" Needy asks, a frantic expression on her face.
I roll my eyes at her and respond, "Just let me finish."
"So they drove me out to the falls and I kept looking for a way to escape but it's really dark out there."
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When the bearded guy gets out of the van I try to jump him, but Nikoli grabs me from behind before I can escape.
"Where are you going, huh?" He asks before turning to the rest of his band. "We've got a waxing moon tonight," he says looking up into the sky, "just like the ritual says."
I replace his final words with a snarky, "just like the tattoo on your neck," but I'm too hysterical and out of breath from Nikoli's manhandling, and his arm, which has moved from my back to tight around my neck, to say the words and they come out as gibberish.
I scream through the bearded man's hand that's placed against my mouth as they carry me through the forest. Nikoli, who isn't helping to carry any part of me, wonders aloud "Do one of you guys have something to shut her up with?"
My screaming and thrashing increase at his comment.
When they finally manage to carry me to the waterfall, the borderline between La Push and Forks, the splitting point of the two rivers, the whirlpool that leads to nothing, they tie me up to a cluster of rocks.
"Great." Nikoli says in response to the job the guys have done in binding me to the rock formation. "But get it nice and tight, though, 'cause I don't wanna get fuckin' clawed."
"I don't know if we should go through with this," Dirk says as I struggle against the ropes, against the gag they put in my mouth.
Nikoli rolls his eyes and then turns to face Dirk, "Dirk." He says, placing his hands on his shoulders. "Do you wanna work at Moose Hoof Coffee forever? I don't, okay? Do you wanna be a big loser," he wonders, brushing aside Dirks' hair, "or do you wanna be rich and awesome like that guy from Maroon 5?"
"Maroon 5," he responds.
"OK, that's what I thought. Go and fetch me the ritual brother." As Dirk leaves Nikoli mouths the words "what the fuck," to the other band members, his hands raised palm up in a questioning manner.
When Dirk returns, Nikoli thanks him and looking down at the ritual says, "All right."
"That's it?" Beard questions, skeptical.
"Yeah, I found it online," Nikoli replies before beginning the ritual. "We come here tonight to sacrifice the body of…" He pauses for a moment, as if trying to remember something. After mumbling Tiffany in a questioning manner to himself, he reaches over to yank down my gang. "What was your name again?"
"My name is Bella," I manage to say between sobs.
"We come here tonight to sacrifice the body of Bella from Forks,"
Since he didn't replace my gag after taking it from my mouth I begin to plead, "Please, please. Please, please, don't do this. I'll do anything. I'll do anything you want."
The only indication that any of the band members have heard my cries is a deep sigh that comes of Nikoli's throat. As if I should be happy for this. As if I shouldn't be so resistant. He refolds the paper and slides it into his back pocket. He leans over and crosses his arms in front of him, supporting his weight on a tree stump.
"Do you know how hard it is to make it as an Indie band these days? There's so many of us, and we're all so cute and it's like, if you don't get on Letterman or some retarded soundtrack, you're screwed, okay? Satan is our only hope. We're in league with the beast now and we have to make a really big impression on him. And to do that, we're going to have to butcher you and bleed you. And then Dirk here's gonna wear your face." When he sees my panicked expression he tells me to "Relax." Tells me he's "kidding about the face." He tells me that "The rest is gonna happen though." "Why don't you just get a publicist? We could make t-shirts. I could be a part of, I could be a part of your-"
"Sorry," he doesn't sound very sorry at all. "But you know what? Maybe we'll write a song about you. As a fan, that'd be cool, right?"
As he's saying this he pulls a sharp, shiny blade from a wooden case.
My response to this is to shake my head. He's going to butcher me and my condolence prize is a song? "No, no." I plead. Crying. My face ruined from all the crying I've been doing. Mascara running down my face.
"With the deepest malice, we deliver this virgin unto thee." His hands are poised above his head, both grasping onto the knife, aimed at my abdomen, aimed at my stomach, aimed to "butcher and bleed" me.
"Dude, that is a hot murder weapon," Dirk interrupts, noticing the way that the knife looks as it's poised to kill me.
"It's a bowie knife," Nikoli tells him, his face turned away from me and towards Dirk.
"Bowie? Nice." And their brief conversation over, Nikoli turns back to me.
"Alright here we go it's going to be gnarly." He's raised the knife even further above his head and the suddenly the knife is heading towards me and just as suddenly his movement's stopped and he's bent over me. One hand near my head, playing with the strands of my hair, the other shaking the knife to illustrate his words. "Wait, I've just thought of something. I know that this isn't how the song goes, but it's short notice." He says waving around that knife. "And well Bella, Bella, you're the girl for me. And our ritual." He adds as an aside, leaning in closely to whisper the words into my ear.
"And well because of that, you make me so happy." He glances around at the other band members, as if to make sure that they're all on the same page. "I tried to call you before but I lost my nerve."
By the time he gets to, "I used my imagination, but I was disturbed," he's using the knife as a stand in microphone and the other guys are singing along with him. "BELLA, I've got your number. I need to make you mine."
"BELLA, don't change your number."
And then suddenly the knife isn't by his lips and he's not singing into it. My stomach, my perfectly flawless stomach, it isn't flawless anymore.
I scream at the top of my lungs. This must be the "butcher and bleed" parts of tonight's festivities.
"867-5309!" They sing as Nikoli Wolfe stabs me into the chest.
"867-5309!" They sing as I scream. Nikoli Wolfe starts to plunge the knife into me with only one hand.
"867-5309!" They sing and exeunt.
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"They killed you?" Angela wonders, tears in her eyes that don't fall.
"I'm still here aren't I?" I tell her with a scoff. "I mean they did go all Benihana on my ass with that knife and it should have killed me," I say, looking at my nails, "but for some reason it didn't."
"Maybe it did," a tear rolls down her cheek as she replies.
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Nikoli stands over my body. Panting. Out of breath. Bella Swan could only wish that his over exertion was from the energy required in raping her.
Nikoli walks away from the corpse, sliding the knife across his thick jacket to wipe the blood off of it. Bella Swan could only wish that instead of this torment, there had instead been unwanted sexual intercourse. Gang rape.
He tosses the knife into the whirlpool. Bella Swan could only wish she were Chastity instead. A sex slave to Mr. Molina. Anything would have been better than this.
Then, after the evidence has been disposed of, after Nikoli has regained his breath, each of the band members grabs hold of Isabella Swan and they toss her into the whirlpool.
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"Anyway, I don't really remember what happened after that. I just know that I woke up and I found my way back to you."
"I remember." She tells me, looking at the comforter instead of my eyes, tears streaking her face.
"I couldn't bring myself to hurt you. I mean, I'm a really good friend, but I was just so hungry. Even after I made Tyler Crowley from India my meals on wheels. And ever since then, I just knew what I had to do to be strong. And when I'm full, like I am right now, I'm, like, unkillable. Like, I can do shit like this. Watch." I tell her as I drag a thin piece of wood into my arm at the inside of my elbow and drag down to the middle of my arm. "It's really cool. Just watch. Look." I tell her, making a slurping noise as the skin healed together. "It's like some x-men shit, right?"
"What do you mean when you're full?" she asks, glancing between me and my healed up arm. "What about my mom's Kia? Why were you covered in blood? You didn't even look human."
"You know Needy, maybe you should talk to someone about these disturbing thoughts that you're having. We're all really concerned. Especially Ben."
My comments have hit close to home. As soon as I mention her boyfriend, well her ex-boyfriend, since he broke up with her after she started rallying the troops against me since he didn't understand how she could just abandon her best friend and side with Jessica and Lauren of all people, she's off the bed and looking at me with a fierce expression in her eyes.
"I think he's having second thoughts about you."
"Leave," she tells me, pointing her hand to the door.
I roll my eyes, "Come on Needy. Let me stay the night. We can play boyfriend-girlfriend like we used to."
She turns away from me, and I swallow my soul in my throat. I don't know why I expected her to understand. I roll off her bed and slide a pair of sweatpants over top of my blue and red underwear and knee highs. As I walk towards her window, poised to open it, she interrupts me.
"What are you doing?" She asks, bewildered.
"Um, you said to leave." I tell her and stretch a leg outside of the window. When I'm halfway out, I turn my head back and tell her that I'll, "see her at school." And then I'm gone.
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When I walk down the road from Needy's house to my own I'm startled by a rustling in the forest. I pretend not to notice the noise, and continue down. When a blur leaps from the forest and attempts to tackle me into the ground I am ready for the attack and high on Eric's life force. I easily grab my attacker's throat and suspend her mind air.
The throat in my hands is pale and feminine, lacking an Adam's apple. The women behind the throat, is beautiful in an exotic Asian sort of way. Pale skin emphasizes dark liquid eyes. Just as soon as I've gotten a glimpse of her face, as I begin to ponder this nagging feeling in my mind that she's familiar somehow, the Asian women wriggles out of my grasp and takes off running.
I follow her, through the streets, through the neighborhoods, through the woods. I follow her like the wolf chasing after Red Riding Hood.
We're racing faster than any animal in the kingdom. We're racing faster than most cars.
0 to sixty in 1.7 seconds, 0 to 100 in 2.3 seconds, 0 to 200 in 4.2 seconds. I am faster than the gods.
By the time I track the girl to a location, when she stops running she's at the Cullen's house. I don't know why I didn't notice. I've been so absorbed in tracking her that I haven't been paying attention to where I've been going beyond the fact that I'm passing cars and trees.
I enter the Cullen home cautiously. Speeding through the entry way and into the living room.
Perched on the Cullen's old sofa is a strawberry blonde. She's faced the other direction and fantastic hair is all that I can notice about her. But as soon as I enter, she stands up, and turns towards me offering her hand. "I'm Tanya Denali. The tactless one who tried to jump you, quite unsuccessfully mind you, and bravo for that by the way before I forget, is Chastity Denali."
And suddenly I'm having flashbacks to the poster Needy took from Mr. Molina, when he was handing them out, of Chastity. She's far more beautiful than her poster could ever suggest. Not in a plastic surgery way, not in a way that looks like her lips are fake or her cheeks are injected, but in a way that makes you spitefully proclaim these things. In a way that makes people on the street turn, sometimes out of jealousy, sometimes out of a desire. Even the straightest of people can't help but wonder what an ass like that would feel like in their hands, what those lips would feel like on the most intimate of parts.
When I tear my gaze from the familiar girl, I reach to grasp Tanya's hand between my own, shaking it. Meeting her gaze for the first time. That's when I notice the color of her eyes, of Chastity's eyes. Golden. Like the Cullen's. After looking at Tanya, every thought that I'd had moments earlier about Chastity has suddenly become obsolete. If Chastity should be considered beautiful, Tanya Denali is drop dead, jizz in my pants, fucking gorgeous. Unlike Chastity's exotic beauty, Tanya Denali is girl-next door porn star strawberry blonde hair, golden eyes and sharp, hourglass curves.
"I'm Tanya Denali," she repeats, my hand still clasped in her own, "and we have some things to talk about."
"You, you're that girl, you're Chastity, Mr. Molina's daughter, the one who left after his hand got fucking amputated." I tell the Asian girl, yanking my hand back from Tanya.
There's a brief look of surprise on both of their faces, before Tanya, rushes to place a hand on the younger girl's arm and then speeds back to stand by me.
"Why don't you sit down, there are more important things to discuss, but we can get back to that later." She grasps my hands in her own and I let her lead me to the couch. I take a seat on the sofa and she perches herself on the arm of the sofa. She places my hands, with her own, on her lap.
I glance past Tanya's position on the arm of the sofa towards where Chastity stands by the large windows of the Cullen home.
"Chastity, can you go and get me the thermos?" Tanya questions, glancing briefly in the girl's direction.
Chastity's only response is to disappear and return moments later a tall metal thermos in her hands. She passes it to Tanya and then returns to her position by the window.
Tanya hands the thermos to me.
Chastity turns from the window to face where Tanya and I are sitting on the couch.
And that's when everything goes awry.
One moment Chastity is standing by the window and the next the window is shattered and Chastity is on fire. Tanya rushes to help her and another bottle of Vodka with a flaming rag sticking out of it is tossed through the window, glass flying, Chastity screaming as her face melts. Tanya, busy trying to put Chastity out, doesn't notice the bottle of Vodka heading straight for her back. Tanya and Chastity, I've only known them for five minutes and my heart breaks, my stomach lurches at the sight of them on fire.
Chastity her melting face, her beautiful face. A wax figure becoming a pool of liquid before my eyes. Tanya's unsuspecting face twisting into an agonized expression. Her hair fiery, like molten lava, turned to ash. Her mouth, before the fire swallows her whole, silently forms the words, "thermos," and then her face, like her hair is flaming. Tanya Denali, the human torch.
In the distance, I catch sight of something that sets heart to my fire, sets heart to the soul I swallowed earlier.
Angela "Needy" Webber.
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I watch as the purple smoke billows from the remains.
Coexistence is impossible.
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The name of the chapter is a reference to Harry Potter and Voldemort. :D
This chapter took FOREVER to write. On the bright side, however, new chapter. Chastity is the name listed for Valerie Tian's characters on the credits, the chick that made the "lesbi-gay" comment in the movie. So she's not an OC, FYI. I'm not fond of OC's, if you're creative enough you really shouldn't need them, and most of them are majorly Mary Sue.
This chapter was ten pages, the longest yet, so maybe it makes up for my lack of an update. Tanya and Chastity Denali were both murdered; I think I have a thing for killing of Twilight characters. On the bright side, however, those of you who like the wolves, they might need to make an appearance in the next chapter since someone, cough Needy cough, has burnt down the Cullen house. Angela Webber's kick ass succubus killing will be addressed in the Epilogue, which will be a Needy POV. This story is almost over, probably three or four chapters and an epilogue.
Thank you everyone who reads and reviews this story. I LOVE YOU ALL. And Happy Holidays. :D
