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Chapter Nine: Is this Goodbye?
B Pov
Everyone was gone and I was stuck here in an empty, dark, and freezing hospital room. Needless to say, I was not feeling very optimistic about things to come. Mostly, I was afraid that the first two steps out of bed and something would happen that would ultimately cause my death. No need to panic, right? If you just answered right, well you need serious help. There was just too much going on for me not to feel like I was going to lose it at any second.
-I'm pretty sure the guy I like is a vampire.
-I see ghosts on a daily basis. (even that one by its self is bad)
-Said ghosts hate me for trying to get them to cross over.
-Leaving me shouting at air and looking as if I had caught the gym on fire.
-My mother and her fiancé both think I'm a problem child- or insane (either is bad)
-The Angel of Death (I still have to snicker every time I remember) has given me a death sentence.
-Edward's mother had died and appeared to me, leaving me with no choice but to be the one to tell him.
-And I was almost positive he'd think I was insane…
Have I left anything out?
E Pov
Outside the hospital it was hard to imagine anything bad happening. But then I remembered Alice's vision. Ok, maybe it was a weird dream of Bella's- which I then had to question why Alice had seen it- or maybe it wasn't a dream. These hopeless circles of questions were no doubt going to drive me to insanity unless I asked Bella about it.
Somehow I had a feeling she wasn't going to be all warm and fuzzy about sharing said details, but it was important- or at least it seemed so.
When I entered her room an ominous feeling crept up on me. The lights were out and Bella was sitting up with her legs dangling on the edge of the bed, as if she had anticipated my coming. She wasn't looking at me though; she was staring dreamily outside at the window, her eyes somewhat glassy. I couldn't help but notice the chocolate curls that tumbled down around her shoulders, her pale skin a perfect contrast for the dark hair and the eyes that matched. But eyes that saw deeper.
I cleared my throat quietly and watched as she jumped.
"Sorry."
"Hi," she said in a somewhat subdued voice. I sat on the edge of the bed, flipped on the bedside light and straightened up.
Ok, how do I start this exactly?
"Um, Bella…"
"There's something I need to talk to you about," we said in unison. She giggled nervously.
"Go ahead."
"No, you wanted to say something first." I took a deep breath and tried to ask without giving too much away.
"How did you sleep?" She blinked at me, confused by my question.
"Um, fine…I guess."
"You were saying?" I would figure a way of asking her after she asked what she wanted to ask.
"Um…" Her cheeks turned pink a bit. "How was school?"
"…great." The two of us sat in awkward silence for a few minutes.
Think about Alice- and the visions.
"Are you a vampire?" she blurted at the same time I asked, "Why do you talk to yourself?"
"Whaaaat?" Her eyes opened wide.
"I could say the same thing!"
"I don't talk to myself!"
"You believe in vampires?"
"Well, since this obviously isn't going to work," a voice from no where said. Bella glared at a spot a few feet from the door but quickly shifted her eyes when she saw me watching her.
"Hurry up and get on with it, Bella!" The impatient voice said again. It was a woman, but no one was here but the two of us.
"What the…?"
"Should you got first or should I?" Bella asked. I stared at her, wondering what she could possibly mean. "Fine, I'll tell you what I know."
"Just like that?"
"You're a vampire," she said simply, without flinching or looking uncomfortable at all.
I didn't know what to do, what does someone do at a time like that? She was settled, she'd come to the right conclusion and she knew she was right. You can't make someone doubt what they know where there isn't already a hint of doubt.
So I just sat there, gaping open mouthed at her.
"How did you find out?" Was the brilliant question that came out of my mouth when I could speak again.
"It doesn't matter, I know is all that does."
"A-And you're not afraid?"
She snorted.
"I'm not afraid of you, no. I've seen way scarier things to be frightened by you."
"God, I don't want to know what movies you're watching!"
"Didn't you want to ask me something?"
That stopped me. I sat in silence for a few moments, thinking about how I'd word it. "Obviously you know I'm not human. But you're not normal either."
"No, I'm not."
"How so?"
She smiled at me, as if saying 'you haven't noticed?'
"I can see spirits." Simple. Fast. A band-aid that you rip off as fast as you can. It didn't make the blow any lesser though.
"I tell you I'm a vampire and you say you can see the dead?" She straightened up, her expression a bit stung but rapidly growing furious.
"Well if you're not going to listen, I just thought I should tell you before I die!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Elizabeth! I've seen her since the first day I came to school!"
"How do you know my mother's name-
"Because she told me her name! She told me you were her son!"
"She's been dead for-… several years, how could you possibly-
"When you were six years old, you had a white Persian cat that really was named Fluffy."
"How do you-
"I told you, I can talk to them."
"This is insane!" I stood up to go but an invisible wall pushed me backwards onto the bed again. A cold sensation filled me, before the voice filled the room.
"Listen to her, Edward!" I stared around the dark room, looking for the source of the noise. It sounded like her, it really did. "If you won't believe her until you see me, fine! But it's going to take all my energy!"
"Don't, Elizabeth. You're going to need all your energy-
But she was cut off by a shimmering light, light sunshine but magnified. It was a brilliant light that seemed to originate from the air, becoming brighter and brighter but being contained into this one room. It was a warm light filled with all good feelings, warming me from head to toe.
And then there she stood, dressed in the same gown I had seen her in before she became ill. She looked exactly the same, the same happiness that seemed to radiate from her on a quiet Sunday- the same love in her eyes. With the brilliant light, it almost appeared as if she were an angel coming to greet me. But when it died down, she looked as solid as ever and there was no trace of a wing.
Her expression was smug as she gazed at me.
"I don't believe this…"
"Oh you better believe this."
