Author Note: I have no excuses. I'm lazy. And I haven't really been on fanfiction in a while. I has the chapter all written and stuff but … Well I'm lazy. And I procrastinate. I make no promises for when the next update shall be. Hopefully soon but yeh as I already said: I'm lazy.

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The songs for this chapter are Get Down With The Sickness by Disturbed(gosh! it's such a great song … even if it is a bit evil and sadistic. Edward is going mad! O_o) and Savior by Rise Against(It's so ... so awesome! XD rock on! And it fits … I think)

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters mentioned in this story. I do not own any of the songs or bands either. Nor do I own the lyrics. I do not own any brand names in this story. I do not own any movies or books mentioned.


Previously:

Would I be stuck here in this surprisingly dull and empty room forever? I moaned in defeat. I wouldn't be getting out anytime of there soon it seemed so I might as well get used to the idea of living in there 'till the end of my days on earth.

Chapter 11.- Get Down With The Sickness

Madness is the gift,

that has been given to me

Get Down With The Sickness by Disturbed

I closed my eyes and banged my head against the wall I was slumped against. Why? Why? Why?! Why?! Awful things seemed to follow me around and torture me. It seemed that whoever had control over the lives of humanity liked making me suffer.

And by making me suffer they were making other people suffer too. Alice would suffer. Because I let her down. I had promised her, from the day we were adopted into the same family, that I would never leave her. Someone close to her had abandoned her once, and I loathed that person with a passion but now once again someone close to her was abandoning her. Only this time it was me. She was only just starting to heal from being abandoned years ago and now I went and got myself locked up in a box. The other people that would suffer were Mrs. and Dr. Cullen. They would blame themselves for loosing me and making me "run away". They would be in pain. I felt a small pang of guilt for causing them to worry but I tried not to let it get to me, I was still hurt by their comments on my upbringing. Rosalie probably wouldn't care but she might get scolded because Mrs. and Dr. Cullen might think it was her fault I "ran away".

Maybe I would join my parents in that place dead people supposedly went to when they died. Maybe everything would be alright. Maybe this was all just a whacked up dream. Maybe-

I was startled out of my thoughts by a thunderous yowl, it was feral and savage. My eyes popped open in shock and my eyes frantically searched the room for the source of the sound. I rubbed my eyes to be sure I wasn't imagining the dark thin mist that seemed to be appearing in the corner farthest from my position on the wall.

The mist was dark and smoky like a fire's smoke. Even though it looked like it was going to invade the room and engulf me into its darkness, it never left that corner of the room. But it did emitted a very disconcerting smell that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. It smelled like evil—how something could smell evil I had no idea—mixed with some sort of fruit or flower, strawberry or freesia maybe.

The dark mist thickened until it looked like a solid block of moving black ice. In truth I was terrified but I would never admit that a bit of black mist scared me. But the way the mist moved and smelled was just unnerving. I shuddered and crawled as far away from the mist as I could. So I sat there in the corner with my arms wrapped around my knees which I had drawn up to my chest in fear, breathing in and out that strange and unusual smell, waiting for … something to happen.

The mist started to clear revealing a blood red figure. Bella. As the mist started disappearing, more and more of Bella was visible. I noticed her hood was down and she was standing stiffly with her head held high. Her face was a mask of calm and her eyes were closed.

"B-Bella?" I asked in a shaky whisper. I was frightened and things were appearing and disappearing in front of my eyes. I needed someone who could reassure me right now. I needed someone to help me.

Just as I finished saying her name her eyes snapped open and her red eyes focused on mine. What I saw in them made me cower back in fright. They were vicious, ferocious and angry. Infinitely angry. Her big red eyes were burning with a violently vivid red fire.

Her eyes bore into mine and I was helpless, I couldn't tear my eyes away. I felt my eyes widened as the rage in her eyes grew to immeasurable proportions. The phrase "don't look into her eyes" came to mind and I struggled to comply with what the phrase told me to do. At last I tore my eyes away from hers.

I scanned her face, it was still a mask of perfect calm, blank, serene, and so, so peaceful. It was almost believable but there was one thing that didn't add up to her calm façade. Her eyes. Only her eyes betrayed her daunting emotions.

She took a deep breath, probably preparing to speak. I cringed at the thought of what she might say to me about my earlier behavior. Would she sentence me to live in this room or would she would slaughter me.

Bella's voice brought me back from the realm of my musings. "Are you quite done being an idiot?" she snapped at me wrathfully. Her red eyes glared at me coldly.

I gulped loudly. "Y-yes." I stuttered unable to speak clearly with her unnatural gaze burning cold holes in my skull. She was really creeping me out right now.

Her gaze softened a bit and she giggled quietly, her shoulders shook slightly. "Good." she composed her face again and wiped away all trace of her laughter and joy.

My body stiffened as she began walking closer, her red eyes served as a primitive kind of warning and the feeling of imminent danger came back with a flourishing vengeance. It was unsettling. The blow of terror I felt was impressively strong and made me want to hide away from every last thing on this earth.

She stopped about a foot away from me, nearly at arms length, too close for comfort. She gazed down at my cowering form with a superior air about her. "Ask." she ordered in a hard voice.

It startled me. Ask what? I was about to ask her when it hit me. I had questions, obviously, and she was willing to answer them right now. I gulped and cleared my throat trying to salvage what dignity I could while sitting—no, cowering—in a corner.

Okay Edward, choose a question. Any question. They all cost the same. Absolutely free! This is just a limited time offer so be quick. My brain searched all the files and drawers in my conscious and subconscious mind for questions that needed to be asked. But which one should I ask.

After a moment I chose a random question from my head. "What are you?" Hm, good choice! I tried to make my expression indifferent but I couldn't completely hide the anguish or terror her being so near to me was causing.

It was like a giant tsunami of emotions had crashed on Edwardland, all conflicting inside myself, happiness that she was speaking to me, fear for her being so near, sadness at the thought that she wasn't exactly being nice to me right now, regret for being so rude before, anger at her for dragging me into this mess, relief at the thought of being saved.

They warred against their polar opposites and sided with their usual companions. Anger, sadness, fear, etc. sided together. And happiness, relief, etc. also sided together. I felt weak but I held myself together. I would be able to go home soon and then I would melt down into a sick heap of sticky squishy emotions.

Her voice broke me out of my stupor. "I am human obviously." she spoke slowly and her eyes searched my face.

"Are you sure?" She isn't going to get off that easily! I wanted to scoff, human my ass! "you aren't human."

"Damn, what drug are you on?" she put her hands on her hips.

I gaped at her. Me on drugs!? Outrageous! She was the one sniffing up god knows what and getting high in the middle of a school day! "I don't do drugs." I spluttered at her.

She grinned. "Good. Now we have established that falsely accusing someone is bothersome. Have we not?"

I grimaced but grudgingly nodded. She did have a point but still … She couldn't be human!

"I know what you are thinking. You're being skeptical. How irritating. But I am a human. I bleed. I run. I eat. I use the restrooms. And wow! You know what? I even stand on two legs! Amazing ain't I?" she said sarcastically. She smirked at me and seemed to be resisting doing something.

I looked at her suspiciously. "Then why are your eyes red?" I shrank back a little as her gorgeous red eyes penetrated my own boring green ones. Is that envy I see? I wanted to slap my mind's voice, he was getting irritating. Shut up!

"I already told you. When you start to believe, you start to change." she stated in a monotonously robotic voice.

I studied her face. It was calm, just like before, but now her eyes were calm too. The perfect cliché picture of peace and serenity. Strange things were happening and she was acting like a bipolar emotional mess, much like me but worse in some sick demented way.

"Why?" I asked. People never changed when they discover Santa doesn't exist. Why would this change me or anyone else?

She sighed. "Because Edward that's how it is. Deal with it." she rolled her eyes. "You've changed. Your eyes aren't green anymore." she stated.

My eyes widened. WHAT? "WHAT?" hm … no filter. My eyes weren't green anymore!? What the fuck? She had to be pulling my leg. "You have to be pulling my leg." Darn it, I still had no filter between my thoughts and spoken words.

She looked confused. "Why would I want to pull your leg?" her head was cocked to the side, a picture of perfect innocence.

I huffed. This girl was impossible! "Okay, okay. Never mind that. What do you mean my eyes aren't green anymore?" I asked.

Bella looked skeptical. "What I meant by: your eyes aren't green anymore. Is: your eyes aren't green anymore!" her hands flew up in obvious annoyance and she rolled her eyes.

I groaned. How, lord, how could anyone deal with this girl?! "Can you please, please be serious? Please?" I begged. This was just too much to take in and with her acting like a ditz it would be even more difficult.

She looked sympathetic for a moment. "Fine." she pouted. "Here." she produced a small shiny black rectangular flat box out of thin air and held it out for me to take.

I almost had the urge to rub my eyes like all those silly cartoon characters, but I refrained because I knew she would just laugh at me. So I opted to just staring at the little flat thing warily. "What is it?" I leaned forward a bit to get a better view.

She sighed heavily. "It's a mirror. You know the kind you can fold up and carry around with you conveniently." she pointed at her eyes. "It's so you can see what I mean by: your eyes aren't green anymore."

I cautiously took the mirror, I observed it for a moment. What are you afraid it'll try and strangle you? The voice in my head taunted me. It couldn't do any harm to open it, could it? No it couldn't. I shrugged and tugged at the top it until it opened. The mirror was just a mirror. I sighed in relief. Stop being so paranoid Edward, it doesn't suit you.

I glanced up at Bella, she wore a small half smile on her lips and was watching me intently. I looked at her questioningly she just nodded in encouragement. I gulped and looked back down at the small inoffensive mirror.

My hand instinctively angled it up to my face. I gasped at what I saw. What the heck!? My irises were gold! Not yellow but gold, real metallic gold! For once the voice in my head was speechless. There really was nothing to say about this. I mean how do you react when you see that your once green eyes morphed into a 24k gold color, spontaneously.

The eyes in the small mirror stared back at me in astonishment. They didn't look like they were mine. I brought my hand up to my face and placed it under my eye to see if the mirror Edward's hand would do the same. It did.

I was stunned to say the least. "H-how?" I stuttered and looked up at Bella with my wide scared golden eyes.

"I can't explain it to you." she sighed. "But I shall tell you this: in the next days, weeks, months, years, you will be experiencing changes, both physical and mental. When a change occurs you will come to me and only me. Not to Emmett, not to Jasper but to me." she emphasized her point by waving her arms maniacally around her. "Any change that is not visible, like an ability," an ability? "knowledge, or something along those lines cannot be discussed with anyone but me. You cannot talk about with any of the other Bejs except for me. Nor can you talk about any of this with an outsider, in other words, your sisters, brothers, cousins, parents, uncles, aunts, etcetera, etcetera. Only me. Comprende?" her voice was hard and cold and left no place for objections.

I nodded quickly. "What do you mean by ability?" I inquired. Super speed like flash, or something like Superman? I wanna be like the Green Lantern! I almost groaned at myself. Shut up.

"Um, er," she seemed to struggle for words. "Ah. I have an ability you may find interesting. I can sort of control fire, it's like my slave I can make it do whatever I want." her voice was proud and pompous. "See." she held out her hand and suddenly a small flame appeared.

"Oh … kay?" psh, she can only make a small flame. My mind mocked her. Well, it was kind of odd for her to produce just a small flame while she was sounding so arrogant about her ability. "You can do more than that right?" Hm … maybe that's how she started the fire in the fire pit at the clearing. It made sense I guess.

She laughed giddily. "Of course." the little flame in her hand seemed to jump-fall to the floor in front of her.

I stared at it for a moment before four little stubby strands of fire stuck themselves out of the small mass of fire and wiggled, pointing upwards. The mass flipped itself over and stood of the four stubby strands which now seemed more … leg-like, I guessed you could call it.

The mass was entrancing and I couldn't stop watching it as it started to gain shape. By now it looked a bit like a small dog, or a mutant hamster. Shush. I scolded myself. The fire-dog-thing started to wag it's strange stubby tail-like thing. So it was supposed to be a dog.

I gasped as it started running toward me. "Gah!" I yelled, when it jumped and sailed through the air at me, I raised my hands and placed them in front of my face bracing myself for the burn. But it never came instead I felt a small pleasant tingling on my hands. I pulled my hands away from my face warily and looked at the tiny fire figure latched onto my hand. My brain was telling me to let go quickly but I knew it wasn't hurting me. It just tingled.

"It won't hurt you. I can control everything about fire." she seemed a little smug at herself. "Like, the burning, the warmth, and color."

I watched in awe as the little fire dog made a small yippping sound. I twisted my hand around to touch it. It felt … soft? How could fire feel soft? I furrowed my brow in confusion.

Bella distracted me from the creature in my hands for a moment. "Don't think about this too much. It'll just give you a headache." she advised.

I nodded. That did make sense. Sort of. I sometimes got headaches when I started to think too hard about something … like physics or math. But this wasn't physics or math, this was much much more complicated.

I looked back down at the dog thing and started to see it dissipate into nothingness. It was interesting to see how quickly things were appearing and disappearing. My beliefs, Bella, me, the dogs, the forest, my sanity

And the day pressed on like crushing weights

for no man does it ever wait

like memories of dying days

that deafen us like hurricanes

bathed in flames we held the brand

uncurled the fingers in your hand

pressed into the flesh like sand

now do you understand?

Savior by Rise Against


Author Note: -sigh- Did you like it? I really really want a fire-dog-thing. It would be so cool! :D Do you want one? Or maybe a fire cat … or a weasel! XP Up next more questions will be answered and more questions will be raised. Wooo!


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A sudden thought hit me, when I had started glowing and was too caught up in myself Bella had said something about a guard. I decided to ask. "Bella, you said something about a third guard or something like that. What does it mean?"

"Oh, you heard that?" she looked surprised.

I nodded. "Yes."

"Well, you see …"


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