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Disclaimer: I do not have the privilege nor honor of owning this brilliant story that is Twilight. Nor it's sequels, which is quite unfortunate. Of course I do own this plotline.
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Chapter 8: Some Things are meant to be Memorable
August 28, 2007
"What the hell are you people doing here?" Bella asked again and received the same answer: silence. Another peel of thunder roared over head and temporarily blinded Bella and it was in that brief moment of sightlessness that Bella was knocked unconscious.
Bella awoke after an unknown amount of time in a car with her hands bound with duck tape. She struggled against the thick layers of tape trying to free herself.
"Shh Bella. It's alright." Bella hadn't noticed that Aaren was sitting beside her until she had spoken. Bella continued to fight against her bindings, but when they wouldn't loosen she resorted to kicking Aaren,
"Bella stop!"
"You freakin' kidnap me and you want me to stop?" Bella shouted and then started kicking harder. "Let me out of this car!" Bella screamed as she landed a hit on Aaren's chin. After another ten minutes of kicking Bella grew tired and Aaren, taking advantage of the moment, quickly duck taped her legs together and sat on them.
The car came to a stop and Bella was lifted from her seat by the man from earlier before being dropped on a couch in what looked like a hotel room.
"Bella?" a voice Bella recognized asked. She turned her head to the other side of the room and saw a much more mature Will. He had grown his hair out a little so that his bangs darkened his eyes and he looked much more muscular.
"Will you've got to help me! These people are crazy! They kidnapped me and who knows what they're going to do next," Bella started tugging at the tape again. Will sat beside her and put his hand over hers calming her struggles.
"Bella I'm so glad it's you," Will said as he helped pull off the tape, while Aaren and the man with black hair stood in the background unnoticed. "Where have you been? I went to the restaurant that you used to work at to see you, but when I got there they said you had left already," Said Will as he pulled off the last piece of tape and Bella stood up from the couch and began to head towards the door.
"Wait Bella!" Will jumped up and blocked Bella's way.
"Move Will. I need to get out of here." He still didn't shift.
"Bella you don't understand," Will said desperately, a sudden realization overcoming Bella.
"You're one of them too aren't you?" shouted Bella, who tried shoving past him, but he held fast. The two figures in the background came forward and yanked Bella back to the couch. "Will, get these people off of me!"
"I'm sorry Bella. I can't let you go. Don't worry we're not going to hurt you, we just need you to listen." Bella sat, silently glaring at
Will. He took a deep breath and flinched under her intense gaze. "Do you believe in immortal beings Bella?" Bella's breath hitched.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." She said with a strained voice, her eyes avoiding his briefly.
"Well there are...well were. They're dead now"
"I guess they weren't that immortal then." Bella said under her breath.
Will looked sideways not really knowing how to explain this to Bella.
"They were immortal until the person keeping them alive disappeared."
Bella's left eyebrow raised a fraction of an inch wondering what he was talking about. Was there something the Cullens hadn't told her about vampires?
Will continued. "These immortals called this person The Patron."
He paused and glanced around the room. "And we think you are this person's reincarnation."
"That is ridiculous!" Bella shouted and stood up only to be forced down again.
"It's true Bella," Aaren added in, "You are the new Patron."
"Prove it!" Bella spat out with venom in her voice. She had had too many mythical encounters in her day and didn't want another. Was it impossible to ask for a normal life?
"I will." Aaren said calmly, rummaging through a bag that Bella had not seen her bring in and she pulled out a silver flask and poured its contents into a plastic cup.
"This isn't proving anything other then you're thirsty."
Aaren glared at Bella and pulled out something else that Bella couldn't see. Will seized one of Bella's hands. As Aaren came closer Bella saw a glint of silver, a small pocket knife. She sat there stunned until Aaren cut Bella's palm and a few drops of blood fell into the cup. The water hissed and slowly tuned a silver color.
"That is obviously some parlor trick," Bella said as she looked at her own blood on her hand making herself slightly woozy.
"It's no trick."
Aaren poured another cup and added her own blood to it. Nothing happened. Bella picked up the cup of silver liquid.
"What is this suppose to prove?" Bella held up the up and sniffed at the liquid; it smelled like cotton and rain.
"Only The Patron can activate the water from the fountain of youth."
The cup slipped from Bella's hand, but Will caught it.
"Fountain of youth? You've got to be kidding me. If this is water from the fountain of youth then drink it Aaren. I'm sure it will make you feel wonderful."
Aaren took the cup from Will and guzzled it down, waiting a few moments for someone to speak.
"See nothing happened. Obviously all of you are delusional and need to be admitted."
Aaren's gasp cut Bella off. She was staring at the spot on her hand where she had cut not a minute ago. It was completely healed. A scar that used to be on her forehead appeared to be repairing itself and her two ear piercings closed themselves. Bella gaped at her.
"It worked." The man with black hair said. Will snorted.
"Of course it worked Dad, I told you Bella was special."
Bella looked between them and for the first time noticed the resemblance.
"So if I'm this 'Patron' person then what does this make all of
you?" Will's dad smiled at her question.
"I'm Trent Vine, Will's father." He shook Bella's uncut hand. "And I suppose you could say that Will and I are part of the 'royal family'. The first born son in our family is, well was, supposed to seek out the Patron until he turned thirty and then it was his son's task and if he didn't locate the Patron then it fell to his son, and so on so forth. We're supposed to be the right hand man of The Patron when we found them, their most loyal servants." He bowed to Bella jokingly.
"And what about you Aaren?" Aaren looked up from her healed hand to reply to Bella.
"I'm just one of the many descendants of the immortals." Aaren said
with a smile and looked back down at her hand in amazement, as a long uncomfortable silence blanketed the room.
"So what does this all mean?" Bella asked after fully accepting what they all were telling her.
"It means that you can make people in our society immortal, that you hold power, and that you must leave your old life behind so that you can come live in the underground city where the fountain is with us."
"In other words we have to fake my death."
He nodded and a wicked smile slid onto Bella's face.
"Then I want it to be memorable."
How are you guys feelin'? I'm feeling great. I finished my other story A Missed Year. If you haven't seen it then you should check it out. I don't know about you guys, but I liked this chapter's ending. I mean when you die don't you want your death to be memorable? Review please.
