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Chapter 11 Zachariah and Strange Savior
My eyes opened slowly and I could feel that they where dry. Lighting flashed and the room I was in became illuminated for a moment. I was in Edward's room, but I saw no Edward in sight. I had apparently cried myself to sleep in his arms after I had woken up from that nightmare.
Glancing over towards the clock I saw that it 2:00am.
"Edward…?" I called.
No reply. Fear washed over me in an instant and swung my feet over the bed, and placed them onto the floor. I gasped and screamed out in pain as something sharp cut into my foot, deep and searing pain shot up from my foot all the way to my head. I fell back onto the bed and gripped my foot, and felt a wet substance beginning to creep over my hands.
I sniffed the air and became nauseated. My stomach lurched forward and then backed up, the scent of my own blood was absolutely sickening. The scent of rust and salt together.
Leaning out, but not letting my feet touch the ground, I flicked on the nightstand lamp and my eyes widened when I saw what was before me. The window had been broken; glass shattered and lay strewn all over the carpet. The window had been broken into from the outside.
Someone was in the house.
And…it surely wasn't someone that was a welcomed guest. I carefully climbed off of the bed, avoiding the broken glass, and hopped on one foot out of the room. My other foot had a piece of glass stuck in it, and the wound was bleeding heavily. I felt very foolish as I hoped on one foot down the hall way, and then down the stairs.
I was amazed that I was able to do this without tripping once.
"Edward…?" I called his name again. No answer, nothing. Had they gone hunting or something in an emergency? Had they all gone after Annette alone…or…had a war broken out against Jacob and his pack of wolves?
Making my way into the living room, I saw that a beautiful vase had been smashed to pieces, more glass covered the ground. That had been Esme's favorite vase, and I knew she would not be happy when she saw it broken.
Suddenly, a large boulder came at me like a train, and slammed me to the ground. I screamed as the monster above me struggled with me as I kicked and screamed. It laughed and nipped at me playfully. Scratching its long nails against my skin and licking at the small trickles of blood that flowed freely.
I continued to scream as I fought. I knew that it was a vampire that was attack me, and I could hear a harsh growl ripping from the vampires chest. As soon as the attack had come, it ended. The vampire was dragged off of me, and looking closer now I saw a leash around its neck, and a leather collar with spikes sticking out.
The vampire was a male, with razor sharp teeth that sparkled, venom dripping from them. His eyes were black and dark. He had a look of absolute hunger and thirst for me. Past his growls as he was dragged away from me by his leash, I heard him speak for the first time.
"Let me at her! Just one bit! Please just one! She's just so…so incredibly irresistible! Mouth watering even!"
A shiver ran up my spin and my eyes widened in horror. A light was suddenly turned on, and I watched as a dark figure dragged the vampire outside by his leash. There where sounds of growling and scratching noises, and then silence.
The dark figure entered again, and was illuminated by light.
He was tall and absolutely gorgeous; his dark brown hair was up in spikes and kept like that by gel. He wore a dark black coat that billowed behind him when he walked, a smile spread across his lips as he gazed at me.
Licking his lips I saw his nostrils flare for a mere second and he breathed out, shutting his eyes and having a peaceful expression on his face.
He smelled my blood. Reaching into his pocket I was surprised when he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Placing the cigarette into his mouth he inhaled and then exhaled as smoke came out of his nose, creating a cloud right in front of my face.
"Sorry about that kid. Guess my old brother got away again on me. I chained him tighter to the tree this time, just incase. No need to worry about him kid. He's a pretty good guy all around, but he gets a little…well…over excited sometimes. Doesn't have very good manors does he?" The man drawled.
I swallowed, unable to speak. He took another cigarette out and handed it to me. I managed to shake my head no and slowly stood. In doing this I found that my foot with the peice of glass imbedded in it did not hurt as much as it had before, and I was able to place part of it onto the ground. I gasped when I saw the small trails of blood running down my arms. The scratches where small and not really bad, but still…
I was bleeding in front of a vampire.
He bit down onto his cigarette, causing it to move around in his mouth. He looked me over and clicked his tongue. Either he was very interested in the taste of my blood, or he was contemplating on when to attack me.
Leaning all of his weight to one side of his body, he stuck one of his hands into the pocket of his coat. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and tapped it, causing red and black ash to fall.
It touched upon my skin and I quickly wiped it off, feeling a burning sensation.
"Oops." He said chuckling.
He kneeled down and I scooted away in fear. He raised an eye brow, seeing my reaction, and taped his cigarette again.
"You got a name kid?" He asked.
"Bella…Bella Swan. I…why are you here? Where's Edward?" I asked. I knew that I was glaring at him, but I didn't really care. Who was he to break into the house uninvited?
"Guess I found out Annette was pulling some shit behind my back. Decided to come and check it out, so, you're the one that killed old Joseph huh?" He asked.
"You're…Annette's friend?" I asked. I scooted farther back, almost touching the stairs now.
"A member of her coven. The names Zachariah if you want to know." He said.
Zachariah stood and dropped his cigarette to the ground, and stamped it with his steal toed boot. I never knew that Annette had her own coven, or anything.
"Are you going to kill me?" I asked timidly.
He looked me over, examining me from top to bottom. He clicked his tongue and licked his lips.
"Were still debating about that stuff kid. Not sure yet." Zachariah replied.
"Debating?" I asked timidly.
"Yeah, you see, Annette is just messing around right now. Making you squirm you know? She said I could do with you what I wanted if I was ever interested." He drawled.
Do with me…what he wanted? Death, perhaps. Zachariah still seemed to be debating on whether he wanted me for himself or not. If he didn't, then Annette would keep on torturing me in my dreams, and creating all of those awful illusions.
"Or Archimedes. He seems to like you a lot kid." Zachariah also said rubbing his chin in thought.
"Archimedes? You mean…your brother…the one that was on the leash?" I asked. A shiver ran up my spine.
"He may not have manors, but he really knows what he likes." He said smiling.
I backed up further, and saw a trail of blood before me from my wounded foot. The cut was deep and I could still feel blood pouring out. Zachariah glanced down at the blood and licked his lips, swallowing.
He slid down to the ground and got onto all fours…a deep growl ripped from his chest as his nostrils flared…eyes wild…hunger…thirst...
"Of course, I don't think Annette or Archimedes would mind much…if I had a bit of a taste…now stay still kid, I don't want to miss…" Zachariah growled. My eyes widened in horror and my arms and legs where shaking like mad.
He leaped at me and I let out a scream as I quickly darted out of the way. I ran, it was all I could think to do. I ran into the dining room and started shoving chairs out in front of me, trying to hit Zachariah. He blocked ever chair that came at him, and broke a few as well. Wood split and shattered onto the ground.
I made a quick dart under the table, hidden by the table cloth. I screamed as Zachariah lifted the table up, and threw it across the room. It went right through the gigantic dinning room window; the sound of glass shattering rang out through the house. Like thousands of bells all going off at once.
Zachariah made a quick reach for me and pulled me up to my feet by my hair. He then threw me across the room and I landed on the floor a couple feet away, I heard a sickening crack and felt a wave of pain rush out through my entire arm. Staggering up to my feet I ran towards the front door, if I could just get out of the house…I could get help…
Zachariah blocked my path.
"You're making this real hard kid. Just stay still, it's so simple!" Zachariah stated. He lunged at me again and this time succeeded! We went flying through the air when Zachariah attacked me, he held onto me as a struggled against his iron like grip.
Zachariah's body slammed down onto Edward's piano. Keys broke and the piano's legs broke under the weight and pressure, causing the musical instrument to collapse. Zachariah and I lay on the broken piano, him on top of me and both of us still struggling against one another. He made many snaps at me with his teeth, desperately wanting my blood.
I wasn't able to block one of his attacks, and his wide open jaw with sparkling razor sharp teeth headed straight for my throat. A strange light suddenly filled the room, it sparkled and glistened, almost glowing. The light washed over Zachariah and I, he backed away shielding his arm over his face.
The surface of his skin was starting to burn! Zachariah made a desperate attempt to get to me again, but the light only grew stronger. It burned into my eyes and I hissed, looking away and shielding my face as well.
"Damnent…le clair au dela de ange!" Zachariah cursed under his breath. He had spoken in a different language, not English. It had sounded European…French perhaps?
Zachariah turned tail and ran out of the house, still shielding his eyes from the bright light. The light began to fade as he left, and now it was merely a dim glow against the darkness. I looked towards the source of the light….and my eyes widened…
I heard the sound of flapping wings…and the tinkle of a bell…I saw two pairs of white wings spread wide…and then flap down…the wind blew as though a bird where taking off, but not your normal sized one. Feathers came floating into the room, and I gazed at them in shock.
Each feather glowed brightly…I held out my hands as one of them landed right into my hands. The feather was warm and it glowed bright like that of a candle. I had been saved, but by what? A bird? The last time I had checked birds feathers didn't glow like that!
Fear washed over me a second time and I gasped.
"Edward!" I screamed his name.
I heard the roar of an engine and watched as the silver Volvo pulled up into the drive way. Immediately, several vampires filed out all having worried looks on there faces. I still had not moved from my spot, lying there on the piano. I was exhausted from fighting with Zachariah, and I was covered in many bruises.
"Bella?!" Edward screamed. He came rushing into the room, his family members all falling in behind him. They gasped at the devastation of there house, the broken window, the broken table, Edward's destroyed piano.
"Bella oh dear god are you alright? What happened? Where's Peter?" Edward asked.
"Peter…?" I questioned.
"We left to go hunting Bella while you where asleep, and Peter stayed behind to watch you. You don't know where he is?" Alice asked.
I shook my head. Suddenly, there was a banging noise coming from inside the coat closet. Carlisle opened the door instinctively and Peter came inching out like a worm. His hands and ankles were bound with chains, and a piece of tape was over his mouth.
"Oh dear god! Peter!" Freya screamed. She ran towards him and pulled the chains off.
"Peter…why couldn't you get free?" I asked. Chains should be no problem for someone like Peter considering his strength. In fact, it should be no problem for anyone in the Cullen family.
"These chains Bella are unbreakable by our kind." Carlisle explained as he began to release Peter. Once Peter was free Freya wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek.
"What happened here?" Freya asked.
"Zachariah came." I simply stated.
"Zachariah?" Edward questioned. His voice broke and he growled slightly.
"He….he said that he was with Annette in her coven. And…there was another vampire…named Archimedes…but he was different then Zachariah. Zachariah attacked me…he was going to kill me…I think…but…" I said trailing off.
I glanced over towards the broken gigantic dining room window, and thought of the bright light that had spilled through it…the pair of wings I had seen…glowing brightly with such beauty…and those feathers glowing bright as well…warm…soft…
"I was saved…by something but I don't know what. I…Zachariah said something in French I think, and ran off." I answered.
"In French? Could you perhaps try and tell us what he said?" Carlisle questioned. He helped me off of the piano and began to bandage my wounds.
Jasper stood a good far distance from me, but Alice, Edward, Peter, Freya, Emmett, and Esme where all at my side. Rosalie stood a couple feet away merely watching, her eyes boring on me. I didn't think that Rosalie hated me; she just disliked me a little.
I thought back hard, trying to remember what Zachariah had said.
"He said it in French; I think…he said…. 'Damnent…le clair au dela de ange!'" I answered quoting Zachariah's words.
"Peter, Freya, can either one of you translate?" Carlisle questioned. He reached into his medicine bag and pulled out a flash light as he shone it into my eyes.
"Um…let's see…Damn…the light…of…of an angel." Peter said slowly translating.
"The light of an angel? Are you sure that's what he said?" Emmett asked skeptically.
"Were the ones that speak French Emmett. I think we know how to translate." Peter said.
More feathers came floating into the room then and everyone looked up at them. They all glowed brightly like the ones before, and began to gently float down to the ground.
"Fascinating…" Carlisle mused.
He reached up and caught one of the feathers as it fell. He rubbed it between his fingers, examining it. The feather glowed in his hands and Edward looked at it to in astonishment.
"I've never seen feathers glow…oh look how pretty then are!" Alice exclaimed excitedly. The other vampires in the room gazed at the feathers as well, touching them and rubbing them between there fingers.
"And there warm…really warm…" Peter said.
Emmett let go of his feather and we all watched as it floating to the floor, but never truly reached. The feather faded away and all that was left where a few sparkles of dust.
"It vanished!" Emmett said. He looked at his hand, and then looked at the spot where he feather had faded away.
"Did you see anything else Bella?" Carlisle asked.
"I'm not sure." I answered. My head was pounding and every part of my body was aching like crazy. What had I seen? Had it been the sun? Looking out the window again I saw that the sun was not visible at all, and night time was still visible.
It hadn't been the sun…
Freya's body shook as she simple stood there sniffing the air. Peter waved his hand in front of her face trying to get her attention.
"Freya? Are you alright?" Peter asked.
"His scent…I…I can smell it." Freya whispered. Her eyes were wide in horror.
Freya didn't answer to anyone that spoke to her, which got us all worried.
"Come on Freya, lets go upstairs for a little while…ok?" Peter said. He led his sister up the stairs; her mind was still deep in thought…her eyes wide…
"Edward…what was she thinking?" Alice asked.
"She was thinking about Adam." Edward answered. Everyone in the room had a sympathetic look upon there faces.
I had fear of Zachariah coming back, or Archimedes, but Edward assured me that they would not since he was here now.
"Don't worry Bella we won't let them lay a finger on you!" Emmett exclaimed smiling big from ear to ear.
I smiled and nodded. Once Carlisle had finished cleaning my wounds Edward took me upstairs. Alice got out a broom and mop to clean up some of the mess that Zachariah had left in his wake, and I asked if I could help. Alice said no and said that she could handle it on her own.
Figures, I had probably been through enough on this day and Alice didn't want me going through any more of it. Edward arrived into his room carrying me and glanced down at the broken glass on the floor, and then at me.
"Zachariah…I think that's how he got into the house." I answered. Edward sighed as he carefully placed me onto the bed. Alice came up minutes later, not paying any attention to us, and began sweeping up the glass.
Edward glanced at the clock and scratched the back of his head.
"Oh man…its 4:00 already." Edward groaned.
Four?! I had woken up at two, and now it was suddenly four?! I had been fighting with Zachariah for over three hours! I snuggled my face into Edward's chest and inhaled his scent…so nice…
I was so incredible exhausted that I didn't want to speak. I didn't want to move either from Edward, or anything. All I wanted to do was sleep…but I knew I couldn't just do that. Annette would probably try and take control of my dreams again…
Edward saw me trying to fight sleep and chuckled.
"If it makes you feel any better Carlisle sent Emmett and Jasper out to go search around the area. Zachariah couldn't have gotten far, so hopefully they can track him down before he actually goes anywhere." Edward said.
"Really?" I asked.
Edward nodded, "And plus, Jacob Black and his pack are in the La Push woods, so if Zachariah so much as crosses paths with them he wont survive an attack." He said.
"And if he doesn't?" I asked.
Edward rubbed his temples and sighed. I ignored him and looked out the window at the sky, the moon was so bright and beautiful as it began to sink down and the sun began to rise.
Edward frowned and looked at me.
"What are you thinking about?" Edward asked.
"About…what saved me from death." I answered.
Edward nodded and looked at the moon with me as well.
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