A/n Is anyone still here? Anyone still willing to read? I'm sorry for the delay in writing this chapter, I wanted to make sure I liked where it was going. I have a habit of rushing my stories and I don't want that to happen to this one.
Recap:
Basically where we left off was Edward sneaking into Bella's room, mind screwing her, only to leave. She spends a few hours with Alice goes to bed and has this freaky dream of zombie Edward, all tattered and bloody, only to find he isn't as innocent as she thought. She wakes up to have two puncture wounds in her neck, thinking it is Edward who bit her.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the twilight characters or anything twilight, just this crazy story.
I pull into the parking garage at work, a headache on the verge of ending me. I had half a mind too fain sickness this morning but, decided against it hoping I would see him again. With the growing throb in my head I was regretting that decision. It was foolish of me, a need to see him again, and for what, to chase my fears away? It's not as if I could accuse him of biting me, how silly would that sound? Hello Edward, I know you snuck into my room last night and bit me.
Though he did have those fangs and he had been in my room only moments before. I shake my head of the thought, it was all so wrong. Vampires aren't real, they are stuff of fairy tales and nightmares, creatures of the night made up to scare kids and arouse girly teenagers. Then how do you explain those pointy teeth Bella, a trick of the light? I groan, dashing the thoughts away, there had to be another explanation, Edward wasn't a vampire!
I push the button to the elevator, wincing at the loud ping it makes as the door opens.
The throbbing in my head increases, I lean against the wall, placing my forehead on the cool medal hoping for some reprieve. Obscured from sight with a scarf, I probe the puncture wounds softly, searching for any pain. Nothing happens, even as I push harder, the only pain was that of my headache. Maybe it was all a dream, maybe I am going crazy. I remove the scarf and look into the reflection of the elevator walls, needing some sort of proof. Fucking hell! I run my hand against the smooth skin of my neck, it is completely healed, not even a scab or a pink mark.
I lower my hand as the doors open, stumbling out of the elevator in shock. Maybe I am crazy, maybe it was all made up in some sort of freaky dream. Pushing the thoughts to the back of my mind I continue to walk down the brightly lit hall. An incessant buzzing sound has me looking up, I shrink away closing my eyes to the harsh imitation lighting.
Steadying my hand on the wall to guide me, I hurry along to my desk. A glimmer of happiness warms me at the site of the empty chair next to mine, Mike must be out today. I gasp as a sharp pain from my head grips me once more, my happiness short lived from the continuous headache. What is the point of my being here, I'm useless to anyone in this state. Putting one foot in front of the other is a struggle in itself. Even if I do happen to see Edward to today, I wouldn't be well enough to have a rational conversation with him. Yes, a 'rational conversation' would have taken place anyway what with your theory of vampirism.
The decision made, and with a longing for home I stand with all the strength I have left and wobble over, knocking on Ms. Kantel's door. A sharp "What!" has me throwing the door open, damn this woman can scare me even when I'm in blinding pain. "I'm not feeling well today Ms. Kantel, I thought I could make it but I can't. I'm heading home for the day." I struggle to keep eye contact, my head feeling as if it's going to split open and spill out my brains at any moment. She opens her mouth then closes it, staring at me with a shocked expression soon taking over to rage.
"Fucking hell." I hear her mumble under her breath through gritted teeth. At this point I was in enough pain to shrug off her anger issues. I close the door, not waiting for any other answer, knowing full well that was probably the best I was going to get anyhow. As quickly as I can I grab my purse and rush back down the hall and to the elevator, keeping my eyes down to soften the harsh lighting. I jab my finger against the button over and over, willing it to come up faster. I just want to get back home so I can snuggle deep down in bed with all the lights off and the curtains drawn.
The ping sounds and a putrid smell resonates from the small area as Mike steps off. I gag and quickly hold my breath, how is it this man smells worse today? "Hello Bella, where are you off too?" Ignoring him I step on and push the button to the ground floor, mentally smiling when the doors closes in his face.
Right as the doors open I'm out, hastening to my car. Please let the streets be fairly clear. My tires screech as I back out of the garage and onto the street.
I make it home in one peace, a miracle in itself. I step into my apartment, all but running to my room. Closing my door behind me I kick off my heels, cursing the creators of the wretched things. My fingers fumble on the buttons of my shirt, finally managing to work them I throw it off, a tank top the only fabric adorning my skin. I shimmy out of my skirt and my nylons throwing them into the dark abyss on my floor.
"Wow who knew you wanted to undress for me so quickly." A scream rips out of me, turning into of a moan of pain from my throbbing headache, as I see Edward leaning against the wall by my window. "What the hell are you doing in my room?" I grit my teeth at how whiny my words sound. He ignores my question, only eyeing me up and down. My face gets hot, realizing how exposed I am.
Great Bella, you already think he bit you now let's give him a reason to rape you too. I back up next to my dresser pulling out my old sweatpants, tugging them on.
Another strike of pain in my head has me gripping the dresser for dear life, my legs struggle to hold me up. Just as I'm about to hit the floor strong arms take hold of me, the coolness from his skin soothes my aching muscles. I lay my head against his chest with a soft sigh.
"What's wrong Isabella?" His mouth, only inches from my ear, sends a shiver down my spine."What do you care, just last night you wanted to rip my throat out?" His chest vibrates from a growl, and his arms tighten around me. I drape my arms around his neck and, surprising us both, hoist my legs around his hips sighing at the coolness from his skin.
What are you doing? Feeling attraction towards a man who attempted to kill you, and may want to rap you, is not okay Bella!
Until now, I don't realize my skin was on fire. I was now grasping for consciousness, my eyes start to close of their own accord. The struggle to keep them open too great, every muscle in my body begins to spasm in pain. Grinding my teeth against the agony, I whimper his name in a plea. Not completely sure what I'm asking him to do, end the torment, kill me to stop all this agony. Whatever I expect he doesn't grant, he says nothing, not even a grunt of acknowledgment.
I groan as he moves, shifting me in his arms. Struggling to open my eyes, I see he's next to the bed, prying my hands away from his body to lay me down. Without his cool skin against mine, I feel as if my skin is in flames, I'm surely going to die on this bed. Needing his coolness, I grab for his hand, pleading with him for some sort of reprieve. With a hard look he rips my hand from his and backs away, a last spasm of pain has me screaming then everything goes black.
"Bella, Isabella, please you need to listen to me, we haven't much time!" I open my eyes to a black sky, confusion takes hold of me. The last thing I remember is so pain encompassing every thought, where am I, what's happened. A loud roar of thunder has me jolting up straight, I look around and recognize the setting. It's the street in my dreams, only now I'm alone save for one female.
My eyes widen at the beauty of this woman, she has long blond hair flowing down her shoulders, her blue eyes gaze at me softly, her full pink lips gripped tight. She wears a white gown with blue embroidery along her bodice flowing down her waist and ending just above her shins. Her feet, bare, slightly showing underneath the bottom of the dress, and her skin glows with an unknown light.
"Who are you?" My voice cracks, I wince from the pain in my throat. "Never mind who I am, it's not important at the moment. I'm here to warn you, there are people around who want you dead." Her velvety voice entrances me before my brain registers what she says. "What, but w-why would anyone want ME dead?" I raise to my feet, feeling my muscles ach from the feat.
"You have abilities and a strength that frightens people, you have the power to stop the growing evil around you and this angers them." She takes a tentative step closer, raising her hands as if to sooth a wild animal. "Powers, abilities…strength! What are you talking about? I'm just an average girl, I barley have enough strength to stove off an attractive killer, let alone ruin someone's master plan."
"You have abilities that have been dormant, waiting for the right time to surface when you need it most. These abilities will aid you in your fight to stay alive and to defeat your enemies." What the hell was this lady on! "Wait, this is a dream, everything around me is all a figment of my imagination." I turn away from her pacing along the brick wall next to us. "Isabella, I'm real, please you have to listen."
I really am going crazy, maybe they will stick me in an insane asylum with those padded walls. Will they put one of those strait-jackets on me, I hear they aren't as uncomfortable as they look. I yelp as pain shoots up from my foot, looking down I realize my feet are bare and now, standing in a pool of blood. Glass litters the ally along the wall, I pull the black jeans I wear up to expose my feet better.
Whimpering I pull the glass from my foot, more blood drains from the gash. "Isabella…" I turn, the woman's face now contorted in worry. "I realize this all sounds crazy, impossible even, but you need to understand you are in great danger. Trust no one, not even Alice, humans are easily influenced."
"You see now I know you're lying, Alice would never do anything to hurt me!" Stepping towards her, careful of my wounded foot, I point an accusing finger at her. "No of course not, she'd never willingly do anything, but your enemies have a way to get what they want out of her. I have to leave now Isabella, our time is up. We will speak again soon, remember trust no one."
"Wait, you've told me nothing, none of this makes sense!" I reach out my hands to stop her from leaving, flinching from the pain in my foot, only to have them pass throw her in thin air. She fads before my eyes, her mouth forming words I can't discern. I stand in the ally, mulling over her words. This is all so silly, none of it makes sense.
Me some all-powerful hero, enemies trying to kill me, it was starting to sound like a bad after school special. I continue to walk, mindful of the debris and glass scattered on the street. I'd been here many times in my dreams but I never had time to take notice of my surroundings. The buildings around me are tattered and torn apart, the windows blown out and the doors smashed open. The perfect scene for an apocalypse.
Curious I walk into the nearest building, trash and old furniture litter the ground. Drapes torn, now blowing in the wind from the shattered window, a couch is overturned with its fabric slit into. I carefully walk down the hall and turn into the first doorway, cool linoleum meets my foot as I step into the bathroom. The walls toilet, tub, sink, and mirror are coated in dust.
I whip my hand over the mirror, exposing my reflection, the woman staring back at me unrecognizable. Her dark eyes are wide with wonder, her brown hair smooth against her pale cheeks. Her red lips blood red from teeth gnawing down on them, she wears a white-old-tattered tank top snug against her torso, exposing a sliver of alabaster skin at the waist before meeting black jeans. I tear at my lip once more but stop realizing a sharp tooth tore open the sensitive flesh.
What the fuck, I lean in closer opening my mouth as wide as it will allow. Two sharp fangs protrude from my gums, lengthening slightly as I stare at them. "What the hell is happening to me?"
A/n Okay again I'm really really sorry for how long this chapter took. I hope you all like it, please review tell me what you think. Reviewing is like being cradled by Edward. ;)
