He Makes 'Em Good Girls Go Bad

A Twilight FanFic

12. Visitor

His gleaming teeth were bared, that fierce glint in his eyes was evident, and I was positive I was going to die the same harsh, probably painful death that my parents suffered.

I was about to be murdered by a vampire. Bloodsucker, a leech, perhaps even a parasite, any other horrid name that Embry could come up with.

But those were the panicky thoughts that were racing through my head before I woke up from a terrifying nightmare. But, yet, it still had happened earlier that day.

I groaned, and twisted my neck so that I could check to see if there was any clock nearby. The red numbers said 3:14. I still had a few more hours to sleep, but how was sleep possible when I'd nearly died in my nightmare? It had almost happened yesterday, I think. I couldn't remember a thing from the moment Emmett's teeth were bared, ready to rip out my throat.

I stretched out my arms in front of me, and I soon realized that it was still ghostly dark outside, which made my room even creepier than it already was. I could just barely see the goose-bumps on my arms. When I stretched out my back, and contorted my body in an odd position, I choked when I soon found out that I wasn't the only person in Emily's spare room in the basement.

My hands instinctively (I was doing things lots 'instinctively' lately) up to my throat, and then they dropped down to my sides again. I sat up ram-rod straight, my muscles screamed in agony from sleeping in unthinkable positions all night.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

"Hello, there. You must be ... Shenae." A beautiful, melodic voice sang out to me.

"Yeah? Who are you?" I said, trying to get my voice to sound more confident.

"Me? Oh, you don't need to worry about that, sweetheart," it was definitely a he. His voice was husky, and it drew me in with every word his ivory lips uttered.

He had ash blonde hair, and ivory skin. His red eyes were a luscious scarlet color, different than anything I'd ever imagined a blood-thirsty vampire to look like. Much, much different than anything I'd ever pictured when I read those vampire novels. And, odd enough, the person in front of me was excruciatingly handsome; it actually hurt to look at him.

"I think I do," I protested, letting my curiosity get the best of me.

"Well, if you really must know ... I'm ... Spencer," he tilted his head to the side when he told me his name.

"Why hello, there, Spencer. Do you happen to know what happened to my cousin?" I asked.

"Who would be you're cousin?" He answered innocently; the most merciless expression was present on his face. Spencer moved closer to me, and sat down on the bed. I threw off my blankets and hopped out of the bed. Spencer's facial expressions flickered between astonishment and satisfaction.

"You'd know who I'm talking about. You kidnapped her," I was shocked to hear how brave I sounded, and how quick I assumed that it was Spencer.

"Hm ... I don't know who you mean. Be a little more specific," Spencer said in a creepily seductive voice. Ugh, he's just playing with me.

"Uh, I think you know who I'm talking about."

"Okay, you caught me. I do. Ella? Is that the young girl that I took away from you? Ah, filthy vermin she is ..." Spencer looked up at me from under his eyelashes.

"ELLA IS NOT FILTHY VERMIN! If you lay one hand on her ...!" I got defensive, and instantly started shouting. Then I realized that shouting was a good thing, I needed to have somebody to come and save me. But, I didn't hear anybody thundering down the stairs. Not at the moment. Where was Embry? Why wasn't he here?

"Where's Embry?" I demanded.

"I don't believe I know who you're talking about." Spencer chided.

"Where. Is. My. Embry? What did you do, you filthy leech!" I screamed, and my hand immediately flew up to my mouth. I can't believe I just uttered those words.

"Excuse me? Bad words, sweetheart," Spencer smiled that heartbreaking smile at me.

"... Take me to Embry, wherever you have him, bloodsucker," I could get used to calling them that. I held out my hands, as if ready to be handcuffed.

I felt hands close gently around my wrists, and a soft voice murmuring in my ear, "I'm afraid it's not that easy, hun. That's what Embry called you, didn't he?"

Spencer struck a chord there. I winced.

"Yes," I whispered back. When he leaned away, I saw how breathtakingly beautiful he was. And, his eyes were a gorgeous emerald green, and then ... gold. But, I thought they were red...

"Hey, what's up with you're eyes?" I snapped.

Spencer looked embarrassed for once. "They ... change colors," he whimpered, and looked away. I felt instant pity for him. Hm, this gave me a sudden deadly but clever idea.

"Oh, sorry ... I didn't know you were sensitive about that fact ..." I apologized.

Spencer the Vampire gazed at me with a new interest. His pale skin glowed ivory in the moon's glare through my window, and his now blue eyes glinted. His hands gently formed mangled handcuffs around my wrists again. "I'll take you to you're Embry, now." His voice was very husky, almost as husky as Embry's.

"Okay, wait ... so you do have Embry?"

"Yes ... it wasn't easy kidnapping him, unlike Ella ... quite a group effort on our part, I'll say ..."

"You ... kidnapped him?" I squeaked, and Spencer started dragging me off the bed.

"Yes ..." he said again. "Not too long ago. We took out you're 'guards' real easily though.

"Wait a second, my guards?" I demanded, my voice rising immensely.

"Yes, your little Embry .. well, I wouldn't exactly call him little." Spencer smiled, and it knocked the breath out of me. I tried to resist against him, but it wasn't working out as well as I'd nearly thought it would.

"Do you want to see Embry or not?" Spencer looked more than a little irritated, his voice shaking.

"I do, just; I need some answers from you first."

"I already gave you them," Spencer glanced at me, but never caught my gaze.

"No, you didn't!"

"I gave you some!" He was sounding like a nine-year old now.

"Not enough – just take me to where you have Ella, I need to help her."

"That would be cheating then."

"But, but you just said – you'd take me to Embry! Why can't I see Ella!?"

"What did I just say? That would be cheating. What would be the point of this, if I took you to her right now?"

"The point of it would be ... oh, you're right ... But still!"

"See?"

"Spencer! Where... is... my... cousin?" I took him by the shoulders, and started shaking him.

"I'm sorry, if I could tell you where Ella was hidden, I would, but I can't Shenae, I can't!" Spencer put his hands on mine, and leaned forward.

"What are you doing, Spencer?" My voice was shaky

"Do you remember you're accident a long time ago?"

"What? My accident ...?"

"Yes, Shenae. Your accident." Spencer leaned in closer, and I could feel his breath on my neck.

"Wait, how do you know about this?"

"Your mom and dad told me before they died ... they never told you?"

"Psht, I guess not."

Spencer took a deep breath in, and then exhaled slowly. I counted to 60 until he started talking again. "Can you, stand still, for one second ... I've never done this before ..."

"Um, okay ..." I stood as still as possible, not sure what he was trying to do. Was he going to feed on me? But, he said he'd never done this before, I'm pretty sure that Spencer has fed on people before...

Spencer placed his hand on my jaw, and inched closer to me. He leaned close enough that his face was merely centimeters away from my face, and his breath caught. Then, Spencer pressed his lips gently to mine, and I reacted by pulling away frantically.

"What. Are. You. Doing??" I panted.

"Shenae, I'm in love with you. I have been ever since you came back ... and I've waited all this time, but you were with him."

"... What?"

"I love you, Shenae." It sounded false and weird coming from a person other than Embry.

"That can't be true, because I have no memory of you."

"You don't right now, but if I could only put those memories back into your head, then you would. You used to love me, too."

"Excuse me?"

"When you lived in Brazil, you used to love me."

"— I have ... never lived in Brazil!"

"You did, along with when you were in Leeds, England, and Cairn, Egypt. Hun, you've lived pretty much everywhere in the world."

"I've only lived in Tennessee, my entire life."

"No you haven't."

"And, what makes you so sure of that?"

"Because, Shenae, I'm apart of another world that you aren't even aware of."

"Does it consist of vampires and werewolves? Then I know what you're talking about."

"And shape shifters and witches?" Spencer asked.

"Um, no ..?"

"That's because you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm part of the Night World, and you are too. At least, you and your sister are."

"OH MY GOD, I don't have a sister."

"Yes, Ella."

"No, Ella is my cousin."

"This is one of the things that you don't know about. But, first, let's get out of here ... before they come back."

"Who does? No, let me stay!"

"Your 'guards'." Spencer snapped.

"Please, let me stay."

"No, let's go. I'll explain the Night World to you."

"I don't want to know about the Night World, or that Ella is really my sister, or whatever the hell happened in my life that I don't know about! I'm happy where I am, Spencer, and if you could leave me where I am ..."

"No, I've already wasted the last millennia waiting for you, Shenae; I'm not going to waste another one. I've found you."