True Vamp Chapter 10: Parents.

AN: for anyonewho's wondering where i get the ideas for this story from, this is actualy a crossover between Twilight and my original-book-in-progress, "Tale of a Vampire", which i hopoe to get published. (lol, i've got more chaps in true vamp than i do in Toav,(abbreiveiated form) but who cares as long as i keep writing?) anytways, ALL characters not from the twilight universe or any other book character are my original creations (for those of you who don't know who they are, Lestat, Marius, and Armand are not mine, they're belong to the awersome Anne Rice, and NO they are not characters in this story, they're just mentioned by a mob of screaming fans in New Orleans in the next chap...lol i think i've said too much but...hahahah you'll see as sono as i get 15 reviews!

For those of you who are wondering, this is a sorta behind-the-scenes chapter. Hehe, I hope you guys laugh as much reading it as I did while writing it! Lol. You'll see what I mean soon!

Re:9/18/10, 1:35PM : ok people, i'm once again on my mom's laptop and currently i'm at a soft-ball tornament with her helping at her airbrushing job. i know i've only gotten 7 reviews(as of the ten seconds ago that i checked) but i'm going to update anyways! hooe you guys like this, the next chapter's lol pretty funny when it gets to Edward's pov...hahahaahaha! i'd tell you what happens but it'd be funnier if you didnt know what was going to happen lol.

And please, pardon the two instances ( ithink it's only two, might be more..) of minor language in this chapter.

Oh yeah, I'm about to dive into the mind of one of the more ignored twilight characters: Charlie Swan! So make sure you tell me if I do a good job or not!

Chapter Quote: I was mortal…till you gave me your Immortal Kiss. You become my mother, and my father. And so I am yours forever."—Claudia, from Interview With The Vampire, by Anne Rice, (the movie version…I forget if she says that in the book)

Previously:

"Stop!" I shouted desperately, "Go down! I have to see him!" I cried out as my eyes honed in on the police cruiser in the driveway. I could hear Charlie in the kitchen, speaking to someone on the phone, the sound of his voice sounding devastated and full of rage. I tried to hear what it was he was saying, but the wind was roaring in my ears so loudly I couldn't hear the exact words he spoke

Ash slowly nodded, and I could hear his sympathy from his thoughts. As we gradually circled lower and lower, he warned me not to let Charlie see me. I nodded as we descended to the roof. Another wave of thirst washed over me as we landed.

I could smell Charlie's blood; hear his heart beating.

Hopefully, I wouldn't try to kill my father.

(Charlie PoV)

It's been a day. A day since she disappeared without a trace. A day, since the Cullen's, including her pompous, know-it-all, arrogant little boyfriend, Edward Cullen, who for some reason I couldn't fathom, she had fallen in love with, had left.

It seemed it was not just some teenage crush, but actual love; love strong enough to make her leave when he left with only a note about her taking a walk. But then again, there had been something I had noticed about her note. It was…different…from her usual writing. Her handwriting was usually an untidy scrawl, if it wasn't for school, and that included any notes she left me. The writing on the note… it just wasn't hers.

I had realized this last night, and told Billy what I suspected. After Sam, one of the kids from the reservation examined it, (and was it just me or did he sniff it?) and said that it was forged, all of the worry that I had been trying to hide instantly turned into a burning rage.

This note was not from Bella! Someone had forged it! And I knew, oh I knew! It was Edward! I always knew he was no good! That little bastard…he'd taken my one and only daughter! But how could Carlisle not have stopped him? Unless he didn't know…or he was in on it! I always knew that there was something odd about him! But I'd never have expected Carlisle…and Esme, she'd always been so caring on those few occasions I had seen her…

Immediately after he'd examined the note, Sam had exchanged a quick look with Billy before he went into the woods, followed by his two friends, Paul and Jared. Just before he left, he looked straight into my eyes and said he was going to find my daughter. And then he was gone: melting into the trees.

I didn't see them after that, and when I went out searching in vain for Bella with the other men and women of the town, I had heard what sounded like a bunch of large animals fighting in the distance.

After a night of fruitless searching in the darkness, we had all headed to the house, where some of the men set up camp so that they could help search again in the morning. Tip-toeing to the kitchen, I quietly dialed Renée's number. Though she had left me, I still loved her. She needed to know what had happened to Bella. After all, Bella was her daughter too.

When I told her that Bella was missing, she went, understandably, into hysterics. After that, Phil, her new husband got on the phone. He asked me what had happened, seeing as he could get nothing more than sobs from Renée. I told him more than I told her. I told I thought that the Cullen's had taken her with them, that she'd been dating Edward, one of their adoptive children.

When he heard, he was immediately enraged and worried as I had been. He didn't even hesitate before saying that he would book a flight for him and Renée to get here as fast as possible so that they could help in the search, before hanging up quickly.

To say I was surprised would have been an understatement. I had never thought much of Phil in regards to Bella, other then in jealousy. I had never realized that he loved her as a daughter. Loved her as I did. As Renée did.

As any parent would.

It was only when I had hung up the phone and trudged wearily up the stairs to my room and into bed, fully clothed, that the full impact of what had transpired today hit me.

Bella was gone.

There was a chance that I would never see her again. Nor would Renée, her mother and the only woman I had ever loved, or Phil, who I realized now, had probably been a better father to Bella than I had ever been. He, at least, had been there for her, where I had not.

That night, I had a horrible dream that I knew stemmed from the anxiety, fear and rage that I had felt all day.

Bella stood in the middle of a fog-enshrouded forest, surrounded by pale figures, which resembled demons, with their black eyes, webbed wings and slightly pointed ears. Only it wasn't Bella; her skin was paler than I had ever seen it; her hair was long and black, like her eyes; like the eyes of the demons.

Her face resembled almost a skull: the cheeks hollow, her eyes sunken a bit back into her face, giving her an almost haunted look. When she smiled, four sharp fangs were revealed, two on the top, two on the bottom, where the canines would usually be.

She wore nothing but a ragged black dress that looked as if she had been wearing it for weeks or more. The dress was tight, and I could see by the way that it clung to her that she was skinny, painfully so, like a corpse. It was almost of if her stomach had caved in or something. All the others were like this too; as if they had been starved.

Suddenly out of the surrounding crowd a man stepped forward, his hair was long; shoulder length, and black and curly. His face was pale, more so then the rest, and his ears too were pointed more prominently. His visage was fearsome, almost animalistic, when he smiled widely, revealing fangs identical to Bella's. He looked to be about 20, 30 years old.

He reached out and took Bella's hand, and when she looked up at him I could see nothing but love in her eyes and his. He slowly leaned down and placed his lips on her throat.

She gasped, and blood trickled down from where his teeth had pierced her skin, the small droplets quickly becoming a torrent.

I woke with a start.

Just a dream! Not real…just a nightmare… I thought, trying to shake off the images, while plopping my head back down onto my pillow, unwilling to get up and face the fact that Bella was gone. My only daughter… Suddenly beside me my alarm clock went off, blaring its loud beeping right into my ear. I jumped in fright before smashing my fist onto the off button; some of the pent up rage at the Cullens I had been holding in escaping unintentionally.

"Damn it!" I shouted, as my fist smashed into the alarm clock, cracking the plastic covering and exposing some wires. The clock, broken now, turned itself off and my rage grew even more. Not knowing what else to do, about anything that was going on, I snatched up the stupid alarm and hurled it across the room, watching its flight with a small amount of satisfaction as it tore the electric cord out of the wall with it's speed, before crashing to the floor in the hallway.

It was then that Harry Clearwater poked his head around the corner cautiously, before stepping into the doorway. His face was somber, and his eyes held the look of someone who was about to deliver terrible news.

"Charlie, It's Bella. Sam and the others…they found blood, in the forest, with some scraps of the coat she was wearing. I'm afraid…she's gone." He whispered, staring at my face intently, waiting for some kind of emotion.

All I felt was disbelief. No, this can't be happening…No! It's not true! I know it's not! It couldn't have…it's just like those movies, where someone goes missing, and all people find is some blood and a piece of their clothing, and everyone assumes they're dead but their really not! That's what was happening here! I had to believe that, because if I couldn't believe she was alive…well, I don't know what I'd do. And I hope I don't have to find out.

"No…" I whispered, "No, you're lying. She's still alive! I can feel it!" I shouted the last part, fists clenched, I walked forward quickly before grabbing Harry's shirt collar in my fists. "Don't. You. Ever. Say that my daughter is gone! And where's Sam? Tell him I want to see the place he found the blood. I'll be the judge of whether or not she's gone!" I snarled, before pushing him aside and storming down the stairs.

All around the room, the men that had stayed to help in the search were on their feet with sympathetic expressions. "Charlie…we're sorry. We know what you must be going thro—" One of them started to say, but I cut him off. "Get ready. We're going out to look again." I ground out, my frustration and anger evident in my voice.

"But Charlie, they said that a kid from the reservation found blood and some of her clothes—"

"Yes! But only blood and a scrap of her clothes! Has it ever occurred to any of you that maybe she dropped whatever it was and then some animal came along to find it? She's alive still and I'm the only one who cares!" I bellowed, and from the window I could see a group of a bunch of kids from Bella's school turn around and stare, wide eyed with fear.

"Charlie, you have to calm down!" Another man said, and I recognized him as George, the owner of the supermarket. "Don't tell me to calm down!" I said in a dangerously low, seething. Why does no one else get it! "I'm going to find my daughter, whether you help or not!" I said, before striding out the door, in the direction of the woods.

Suddenly I heard a bunch of footsteps behind me and I turned, thinking it was the men come to restrain me or something—only to see all of the kids who had been out front, I recognized them as Bella's friends.

"Sir, she's not really gone, is she?" one of the boys, Tyler Crowly—I thought, the one who'd almost hit her with his van—asked tentatively, quietly, his face full of fear. "No, but everyone else seems to think so." I said, trying to calm down so I wouldn't scare them or something. "Where are you going? To look for her?" The girl who spoke I recognized as Angela Webber, who from Bella's descriptions was her best friend, besides that backstabbing Alice Cullen of course.

"Yes," I said as calmly as possible. "Good, because I'm coming with you." she said fiercely, and the other kids shouted out their agreements. I felt tears start to come to my eyes, but I struggled to not show them, not wanting to seem weak in front of all these kids.

"Thank you," I said to them all.

I split up the group into teams, before retrieving the walkie-talkies we'd been using the night before from the house; giving each team one and instruction them to report if they found anything, or if there was an emergency. After everyone was ready, including the men and women (most of them parents themselves) who had volunteered to help, we set out into the woods.

After about twenty minutes of hiking, Gold Team (consisting of Mike Newton, Jessica Stanley, Eric Yorkie and two seniors from the school) reported that they had found Bella's footprints leading into the woods. I quickly told them that I would meet them there and that they were to put the alarm on so that we could find them.

Instantly I heard a ringing/beeping noise to the right, and Alpha Team and I (Angela Webber, deputy Matt, and Tyler Crowly) quickly found the others, who were standing not far from where we had left them. When we were close enough, Mike pointed to the ground in front of which he was kneeling and I looked closer.

Yes, defiantly hers, I thought, I recognize the pattern. "Good work, guys. Now we just have to follow them." I said, and calling in the rest of the teams, we set out, following the trail. I started to get worried; it looked as if she had been staggering as she walked; the footprints weren't going straight, and they were deeply imbedded in the dirt, as if she had been running, but to or from what?

After about half an hour, we reached the place where the footprints ended. Luckily, I was walked ahead of the others, and was able to stop the kids from coming close enough to see. I quickly called Matt forward, and he looked shocked at the carnage.

Blood covered the ground, turning the dirt a dark burgundy; trees were splashed with scarlet, some of them had even been knocked over, some of the smaller ones actually split right in half. But that wasn't what held my attention. What held it were the footprints of someone other than Bella. And there! The imprint of a hand; too big to be my daughter's. My eyes widened at the possibility. There was just the slightest chance…

I quickly moved to there the handprint was, careful not to disturb and of the evidence. Once I was beside it, I leaned down, staring at the place where the fingers had pressed down. Yes! I quickly pulled out my camera and snapped a shot of it.

A fingerprint!

AN: holy crap! Lol I wrote this right after finishing chapter 9! I think I'm going to start chapter 11 now…lol I'll be 3 chapters ahead!

Anyways, 15 reviews for this chap! OR i WON'T put up trhe Partly-hilarius-partly dramatic next chap!

oh yeah, put "Memnoch" in a review (i'm like halfway through "Memnoch The Devil" by Anne Rice(the fifth book in the Vampire Chronicles and the last of her books that we own that i havent read yet. if we dont buy the rest of her books soon, i think i'm going to re-read the Witching Hour...anyways, hope you liked this chap!