A/N: Here you go, my chickadees! Chapter 7! Just beware, you're going to hate me, so I apologize in advance for this chapter. Why are you going to hate me? Well, if you read the chapter, instead of the authors notes, you would know! Now, lets get this show on the road!
Disclaimer: My mom+my dad+a romantic dinner= Me.
My mom+my dad+a romantic dinner= Not Stephenie Meyer.
Just to clear that up.
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Without pausing to think, I leaped into the air; landing on a tree several hundred feet away from the one the mountain lion was stalking on. At that moment there was no other thought in my head, other than to drink this animal dry. The burning in my throat was the only feeling I could focus on, it consumed my whole body, leaving my thoughts a haze, and pushing me onward. Never had I felt so… wild. It was as if I wasn't even there anymore! Some feral creature had taken control of my limbs; I could only stand to the side and watch.
I leaped gracefully to a higher branch, swiftly growing closer to my dinner. I swung up, higher and higher, like a spider climbing a web. Finally, I closed the distance between the lion and myself, and leaped onto the branch behind him. He turned around, startled by the light rustling of the leaves, his golden eyes locking on my red ones. He growled menacingly at me, his lips pulling back to reveal razor sharp teeth. As he growled, he stalked forward; each step causing the branch to shudder. Now, normally, something of this caliber would fill me with horror and dread, but something was different… I didn't feel as if I were in danger at all! Somehow, instinctively I suppose, I knew he couldn't hurt me.
His cry ripped through the air as he pawed the branch, puzzled by my lack of response to his advance. For some reason this was hysterical, and I laughed darkly, as I delicately walked towards him. The lion leaped at me, ripping at my already ruined shirt, and clawing at my granite skin. His shocked expression when my flesh didn't tear caused me to laugh even more than I already was! I leaped forward, over his back, onto the other side of the branch. I quickly spun around and dove at the lion, accidentally tumbling off the branch, the lion's head in my grip. As we fell down the 100 feet from the branch, he tried to twist out of my grasp, dragging his harmless claws across my skin. We twisted and spun in midair, and when we were about to reach the ground, I spun him underneath me, using the fall to break his neck. His body went limp, and I thirstily dove for his neck. I bit into his flesh, my teeth cutting through it as easily as if I were eating jello, and his hot blood finally flowed into my parched mouth.
The taste was exquisite! There are no words I can use to describe how glorious it tasted. While there was a slight tang to it, it was still the most wonderful combination of flavors I have ever dined on. It tasted like… Like… Like how a gardenia smells! If you could take that smell, and eat it, his blood would taste like that. There was a sweetness too… like butterscotch, but it had the satisfaction of eating a stake. How could I ever have thought blood smelled like rust?! This was the most delectable meal one could ever hope to eat. I drank greedily, the fire in my throat slowly being quenched. After I had drained him dry, I shoved the lion's body off my legs, and stood up. I flicked my hands over my shirt, brushing myself off, and assessing my condition. My shirt was even more destroyed than before!
Wonderful! I thought. How on earth am I going to get any more clothes now? What if someone saw me?! "Oh look at that nice girl! I love her outfit! Look how pretty that torn and bloody shirt is! And I love her no pants, no shoes, no money, and red eyes combo she has going there! Totally fabulous, and completely normal!" Yeah right. I'd look like I just had a one night stand with a bear! Yuck. They'd think I was one of those crazy people who has sex with animals! Bestiality… Yichk.
I laughed a little at this last thought, an image of Jacob popping into my head. If I had slept with him, would that have been bestiality? Hmmm… Things to ponder.
Alright, Bella. Focus. No need to be thinking weird crap like that. Now, I glanced around, trying to find the trail again. Where was I?
I darted over to where I could smell the trail, slowly picking up speed as I got the hang of following it. The clearing with the lake slowly faded away in the distance, growing fainter and fainter with each step through the wet earth. The rich smell of the soil wafted up around me, intermingling with my scent, and the rest of the forest smells. I glanced up at the sky, and noticed that the clouds had a pinkish tint to them.
I guess the sun's beginning to set. It's twilight… Edward's favorite time of day… I thought back to a conversation Edward and I had, at that horrible prom he had forced me to go to.
It seems a million years ago… I begged him to turn me into a vampire that night, and look where I am now.
"Very funny." I called, to no one in particular. But honestly, why had this happened to me?!
I longed to be a vampire all last year, and I stayed human! Now, just hours after I've gotten over Edward, I get bitten? REALLY? Why couldn't Edward have met me as a vampire? Everything would have worked out perfectly! We could be together, as equals. He wouldn't have had to come save my fragile little butt all the time. It would have worked…
"No it wouldn't" I sighed out loud. "He would have gotten bored with you just as quickly, and would have left anyway. Nothing would have changed. In fact, he might have left earlier, because you wouldn't have smelled as good. The best you can do now is continue on with your life, and try to fix as much as you can." I desperately longed to be back in Forks. For the first time in my life, I wanted to be "Boring Old Bookworm Bella" as my classmates in Phoenix had dubbed me. I wanted to hang out with Angela, and do homework. I wanted to go down to the diner with Charlie, and eat overpriced, fatty food! Hell, I even wanted to go to the movies with Mike and Jacob again! I would do that whole, horrible night over again, 100 times, just so I could have more time with Jacob.
God, I hope the pack will recognize me… It would kind of suck to be killed by your best friends. Ha-ha… I said suck. So many cheesy vampire puns to be made… Well, I guess I have plenty of time to be doing that. Yep. Time is something I'm going to have plenty of.
I pushed myself onward, willing my feet to move faster and faster, my hair streaming out behind me, in chocolate ripples. It didn't seem to be tangling at all!
That's weird… I put my hands up to my head, and ran my fingers through my hair. Nope! Not tangling at all! I guess it's another weird, vampire thing.
The trees whooshed past me, their thick branches, high above, making it darker than it was above the treetops. Surprisingly, I had been having no trouble following my trail, even though I had been running for almost 4 hours. Suddenly, I saw a break in the trees, several thousand feet ahead of me! I pushed my feet onward, breaking through the tree line, into the clearing I had been changed in.
Here I am… Where not hours ago, Jason and Adam almost died, and the place where I woke up to the first day of forever. I sighed, looking around at the small, dark clearing.
No need to linger here. I guess I'll just follow Victoria's scent back to Forks, and pray the wolves don't attack me before I've had time to explain. I sniffed the air, catching Victoria's older cinnamon scented trail, and began to follow it though the woods. Maybe if I have time to explain, the pack can help me get some clothes and money; I'm sure Emily would be furious if they didn't help me. Oh, Emily… My heart ached for the girl I barely knew. We had not known each other long, but we had understood each other. We had our own sisterhood! We had been "The Wolf Girls", the ones waiting up late for our boys to get home, and the ones tossing and turning in bed, worrying about them. It hurt to know I would never be able to share that with her again. Would I even get to share anything with anyone again?
I mean… What am I going to do? Be a nomad vampire? I don't know how to do that! I can't go steal all the money I need, and I'm certainly not going to kill humans! Should I settle down? Be like the Cullens, and go to High School again? I shuddered at the thought. One time through High School was certainly enough. Maybe I can find an old, abandoned house, and live there for a while. I could find a night job, and make a little money, and eventually buy a new house! Except for the fact that I have no papers, or an I.D. Ugh. Well, this just gets better and better! I suppose I could learn to forge papers…. The Cullens must have gotten pretty good at it over the years. Of course, I could always go and find the Cullens, and see if I could live with them…
"No" I said out loud, stopping that train of thought.
When they left, I think they made it pretty clear how little I matter to them. I'm sure they wouldn't want me around to burden them. No, you'll have to make it on your own. Just, avoid normal vampires, and you should be fine.
As I ran onward, I began to recognize my surroundings. This definitely looked like the forest at La Push. I looked upward at the tall trees, and it was then that I felt something running behind me. I froze on the spot, whipping around, and searching the shadows to find my tracker. Two brown eyes peered at me from out of the darkness.
"Bella?" A voice cracked, through the silent night air.
A tall boy in cutoff jeans stepped out from the shadows.
It was Jacob.
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Muahahahaahahahahahahaha! *laughs evilly*
On a positive note, I have discovered it is much more fun to write cliffhangers, rather than to read them.
Don't worry though, I'll try to get this updated asap!
