Fallen

by Forbids

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Chapter Eleven

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Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

A/N: Okay, I've totally redone my plot!!! (Making it super-rad) Of course, since I've redone my plot I want to give you guys awesome stories and whatever, so here is the news: I need a beta! If you'd like to beta for this story (and ultimately: me!) please SEND ME A MESSAGE. :D

And thank you reviews, you make everyday a happy day.

(Princess Bride fans make it even better)

Anyway, enjoy the chapter!!! (It's really good)

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Two Days Later:

"You ready, Bella?" Carlisle asked as he held the famed blood vial in his hands. She took a deep breath and let it out. The smell of cleaner and the faint smell of peppermint littered in the Cullen house. She looked at the three pencils she had out and the package of 24 new unsharpened ones in the box, just in case. She had Wuthering Heights right next to her left hand and was supposed to copy it down, word for word.

She was sitting at a desk that looked like it was stolen from a high school. And it probably was. There was no blackboard or clock on the wall.

"Are you ready?" Carlisle repeated, his hand positioned at the cap. She looked at Emmett, Jasper, and Edward at her left, behind, and right, respectively. She had 'Mary Had a Little Lamb' playing in her head as she stopped breathing.

"Bell-"

She nodded her head and bravely opened the first page of Wuthering Heights and started reading and writing. Carlisle, on the other hand, slowly unscrewed the cap as the smell drifted out with every turn to the left. He watched Bella's posture carefully, as it stiffened and as her hand moved faster. He lifted the cap off gently and slowly and let it hover over the glass. He moved it away, farther and farther, until the cap was at his side.

"Begin."

On Bella's side of the room, her senses were on fire. She wasn't breathing, but the smell of human blood would soon come. It would quickly seep into her nostrils and drive her crazy, literally. Her muscles were tight and her body rigid. Only her hands and eyes moved across pages of paper, writing and reading. She took a glance towards everyone in the room. Safety precautions. The strength of a newborn vampire was still too great to risk it, even at six months.

Bella stopped writing and watched as the pencil fell from her hand and looked at Carlisle. Her senses were saying, no! screaming, "FOOD! FOOD!" The internal animal inside of her wriggled and writhed frantically as she beat her down. She stared at it. Tempting, it was so tempting.

She slowly reached down to pick up her pencil and began to write once again, but instead of writing Wuthering Heights, she wrote the words, 'I'm sorry, Carlisle' Then she shoved the desk out of the way and pounced towards the source of everything. Animal instinct had won over.

She wasn't sure how long it took for it to happen, but it did. Carlisle slammed the cap and screwed it back onto the vial. Jasper tackled Bella to the floor and the clash of their two bodies sounded like the crashing of boulders. She attempted to push him up and noticed how easy it was to push him up. Emmett and Edward pulled her up by one of her arms. Jasper had, by this time, already gotten off of her and grabbed her neck, from the behind, in a chokehold. Bella pulled and fought for the blood which was now out of her reach. Carlisle had already walked out of the room and went to a far off destination to return the vial.

"Let me have it!" She screamed as she thrashed, pointlessly. She tried to twist out of their holds, but she couldn't. Soon, the animal instinct started to wear off, she started to sink to the ground as the smell drifted away and Pine Sol came wafting in.

"Bella?" Edward asked, his grip still tight on her arm, "Are you okay?"

Everyone slowly loosened their grip on Bella and she fell to the floor. She took in a deep breath of the cleaning supplier smell. She moved so she was on her hands and knees, basically gasping to try and rid her system of the smell of human blood. She carefully pushed herself up off the floor and stood up on shaky feet. She looked at her three helpers, a silent 'thank you' apparent from the sad smile on her face. She walked to the front of the room and grabbed the dropped stopwatch. Carlisle had stopped it before leaving.

"One minute, forty-seven seconds."

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"Honestly, you were good for almost two minutes! Stop beating yourself up!" Rosalie said from under the hood of her BMW. Her blonde hair was held up, unfashionably, by a cheap drugstore ponytail holder and there was dirt under her nails from scrapping metal from an old car. Bella was helping her make the BMW faster, as if the car needed to go faster.

"You'll loose control numerous times. I can't tell you how many times I did. I still pursued and my goal was to be able to have as many humans at one of my weddings and to not be bothered by any of them. You know what, I did both. A lot," Rosalie stood up from under the hood and shut it, "If you keep your pity party going twenty-four-seven, you'll never achieve anything. Anyway, let's take this baby for a spin." Rosalie gestured towards the BMW convertible.

Rosalie pointed at the door as she slid inside of the car. Bella quickly opened the door and shut it gently, Rosalie's approval was apparent. The leather seats were smooth and Bella could almost feel herself slipping off of them. Rosalie stuck her key in the keyhole and turned the car on, her face turning into an expression of bliss. Bella and Rosalie quickly buckled their seats as Rosalie maneuvered out of the driveway and as soon as they were on the road, she slammed her foot down. Her scream of joy meant she obviously succeeded in making the car much, much faster. She turned the wheel sharply and they got onto the main road, tree flying past in a blur of color.

The freedom Rosalie felt as she pressed the car faster and faster was obviously a lot different than what Bella felt. She was scared even after Rosalie assured her that if the car crashed and even blew up, they would both come out unscratched. Rosalie stayed inside the yellow and white lines, but wasn't afraid to take risks, such as illegal U-turns at one hundred-twenty miles per hour. Soon, Rosalie started joking about Bella's apparent emotion and then they talked about how rainy Forks was.

"There's going to be a huge storm tonight. Might possibly ruin a couple trees and break a couple records." Rosalie said, a smile on her face as she turned the car sharply at a turn.

"And this is good why?" Bella said as she held her hands in her lap, nervously.

"Baseball," Rosalie whispered.

When Rosalie and Bella arrived home, Bella was happy to finally be on safe, Less-Likely-To-Destroy-Her-Essence-ground. As they walked out of the garage, Bella caught sight of the clouds. Dark clouds that looked like they could carry more than just rain.

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A/N: If anyone thinks they know what is going to happen, please don't tell! I'm already writing my next chapter. All it needs to be is finished and beta'd. Anyway, let me say something so this makes sense.

Bella was changed January 18th, 2005 and I wrote about of a week after her change, then we skipped six months so now it's around June 25th, 2005. I had someone PM me confused about the date, hopefully that fixes it up (and it will tie in the plot later)

Thanks for reading and enjoy the rest of the day.