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Author's Note: I'M SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN AWHILE! I was so focused on completing my other fanfic, The Lost Girl, so I kinda got sidetracked! Plus I had major writer's block—which is when you can't think of anything good to happen in your story, for those of you who don't know what that means. Sorry about the OOCness for Aro and stuff, figured it was about time I had a main antagonist in here! Thanks for reading and reviewing and enjoy! lol Eryn finally gets her revenge!
Just so you all know, I like to have songs at the end of or during important parts in my stories, as you have seen in The Lost Girl, and so just in case that bothers you, too bad. :D
With love, Jacob-emmetluvr X3
ShaSha's P.O.V
Today was doomsday. Today was the end of the world as we know it. There was only five hours left until the fateful Masquerade Ball and only five hours left until all hell would break loose. The last time I looked at the clock it had been four thirty. I had been dreaming about Paul and Alex Meraz (A/N: Guy who plays Paul in New Moon X3) giving me massages and fanning me with ridiculously oversized leaves. I was currently sprawled on top of Paul while he fed me grapes and Alex continued fanning me when I heard something equivalent to an alarm go off.
Paul and Alex disappeared and I grumbled loudly and reached for my alarm clock. I hit the button that would normally shut it up but it didn't do anything, this time, and the alarm continued to go off. I moaned even louder and completely rolled over, jamming a pillow over my head. It was only moments later that I realized that instead of my brain banging against my head via my headache it was another pillow slamming against my pillow. I muffled my own shouts and flipped around, tearing the offensive pillow off of my face and looking up to see Eryn standing over me, guiltily holding a pillow, propped ready for battle, and grinning maliciously down at me.
"WAKE UP! WE ONLY HAVE FOUR HOURS LEFT UNTIL ITS VAMPIRE-ASS-KICKING TIME!" She was screaming and she continued to mercilessly beat me (A/N: ShaSha thought she had five hours left since it was four-thirty when she last looked at the clock but this is taking place an hour later XD sorry for the confusion). I grabbed my pillow and stood up on the bed as well, beating back all of her attacks and getting in a few hits of my own.
"ARE YOU CRAZY!? I WAS HAVING A NICE DREAM ABOUT PAUL AND HE WAS FEEDING ME GRAPES!" I shouted and sent a few hard hits her way. She was wearing her reading glasses and I all but wiped them off her face as I sent her a swift blow to the face.
"SUCKS TO BE YOU! IT TOOK ME A WHOLE HOUR TO GET YOU UP! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG YOU TAKE TO GET READY!?" She shouted back and wacked me across the head a couple of times, causing me to lose my balance. I tumbled down backwards, taking all of the blankets and Eryn with me, and we collapsed into a heap onto the floor. If I hadn't landed on my pillow and blankets, I would probably be screaming from the soreness in my shoulder. Just then Mel decided to walk by and she peeked into the room, which was now a train wreck of blankets, girls, and feathers.
"Hey when you two decide to mature enough, clean up this mess and come and eat. I set up a hair appointment for all of us at six forty-five. ShaSha you'd better be ready by then, or else." She said and disappeared into the hallway. I untangled myself from Eryn's limbs and the blankets mighty wrath and looked at my digital clock, which I thought had been going off but in reality it had been Eryn's annoying voice trying to get me up for an hour.
It was five-thirty. The dance started at ten. It, indeed, took me a long time to get ready but this was a little ridiculous. Then again, I somehow managed to sleep until five o'clock, which is impossible for some people (like Blake, hint hint, nudge nudge).
After much complaining and grumbling, we finally managed to get my room back to normal and we quickly headed downstairs. Pancakes and sausages awaited me at the table and I happily devoured them all as everyone calmly tended to their business around the kitchen. Mel was flipping over some more pancakes and Blake was busy reading the paper, occasionally taking a sip from her cappuccino (in a few short years that will be replaced with black coffee). Eryn sat opposite me and read her book while she somehow managed to eat at the same time.
You wouldn't have known we were all ready to throw our lives away for the ones we loved in the next few short hours. But the thing is, we weren't planning on dying. I'd heard from Paul that vampires were ridiculously strong and fast, and that they could snap a human's spine in half in an instant. They were downright deadly creatures, and yet here we are, preparing for battle at some big dance. We weren't quite sure about how we were going to get rid of him, the vampire named Aro, but we really weren't sure of anything anymore.
That's life, I guess.
"ShaSha you go get ready and we'll head out. I've also made an appointment for you to get a check-up at the hospital. We can't be too careful if that vampire damaged something in your shoulder." Mel said.
I snorted, not really excited to go see the doctor. "What are you my mother?"
"Well I guess I have to be if you still sleep in until the afternoon and have pillow fights with your friends." She said, smiling. I rolled my eyes and got ready, brushing my teeth and fixing up my hair into a simple pony-tail, and slipping on some jeans and a cool fuzzy long-sleeved shirt. It was maroon.
As we all filed out of the house and piled into Blake's white convertible my stomach started growling again.
"Hey Blake, can we get something to eat on our way home?"
*exasperated sigh*
A Little While Later
"Please can we get something to eat?" I pleaded with Blake. She was being as stubborn as she could be.
"No."
"Why not?" I whined.
"ShaSha you cost me more money in a week than it costs Emily to buy food for a pack of starving werewolves!"
"I can't help it! I'm so hungry all the time!"
"You can't eat now, anyway, you have a doctor's appointment, remember?"
"Can I have something afterwards?"
"Sigh We'll see."
"YAY~!"
I skipped behind them all the way back to Blake's convertible as we exited the hair salon. Our hair was perfect! My hair was put back into a very pretty bun, but instead of one big ball of hair in the back it was three pretty bundles of hair that were designed to look like roses (A/N: My hair stylist did that to me once because she was bored XD). It used up about a hundred bobby-pins but I didn't care. I looked really good! Mel's hair was down but it was all twisty at the bottom and she looked like some fifties beauty queen. Her orange hair had a clean shine to it and it looked incredibly silky. Blake's hair was put back into one big braid that constantly rested on her shoulder and she looked incredibly cute. If I didn't know any better I'd say she was a full Native American! Eryn's usually curly hair had been straightened and trimmed, so now it curled around her cheeks in a cool way. All our make-up had been done and now that were all dolled up, all that was left was to put on our dresses.
"First things first. Let's get ShaSha's shoulder checked out." Mel reminded us as we all squealed about how good we all looked. The Hospital was somewhere in Forks, where a vampire coven was said to have lived. I believed vampires existed, but it was hard to picture a big group of them living together.
After about ten minutes we finally pulled into the hospital's parking lot and we walked together inside, feeling like models walking on a runway stage. Mel approached the receptionists' desk and a woman with blonde hair and a lot of cleavage looked up from her computer. She looked Mel up and down.
"Can I help you with something?" She asked with a voice full of distain.
"We're here with an appointment with Dr. Cullen." Mel replied, ignoring the woman's tone of voice. The woman checked her clipboard and said,
"He'll be with you in a few minutes; he's busy with another patient." The woman sniffed and went back to her computer, ignoring Mel and making it clear that their conversation was over. Mel frowned at the woman and went to sit back down by us. I whispered something into her ear, shamelessly calling her a bitch, and Eryn and Blake snickered.
As I looked around, waiting for this mysterious Dr. Cullen, I noticed all of the nurses walking around were all extremely young and extremely skanky. They all looked like something out of a soap opera for they were all wearing heavy makeup and tight uniforms that seemed to make them think they looked good, in some universe their empty-headed brains were living in. I wondered what made them think they all looked so good. I wondered if maybe they were just all really conceded or if they were trying to prove something to each other. As I sat, wondering, a man walked down the hall, escorting a pregnant woman, and looked around the waiting area. He checked his clipboard.
"Shawnetta Wilson?" I looked away from the skanky nurses, who all stopped too look and gawk at the man calling my name. He had slick blonde hair and an overall sexy appeal. His face was perfectly structured and I pictured all of the nurses swooning over him. Now I knew why they all looked like they did.
"The doctor will see you now." He said smoothly. My jaw dropped, as did the rest of the girls', and I stood up cautiously and walked over to him. We disappeared out of sight and deeper into the hospital we went. My heart pounding the whole way to the room which seemed to be at the very back of the hospital. I watched him closely, memorizing his every moment. Something didn't seem right with him but it also seemed familiar. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as we entered the room.
"Sit down, please." He told me. I had been standing and staring at him in the doorway. I jumped.
"Oh, sure." I said and sat down, bravely returning his amber gaze. Amber…
I'd realized what was off about him.
"So, what seems to be the matter Ms…Shawentta?" The handsome doctor picked up his clipboard and smiled at me. I stared at him. Then I thought of something.
"Well Doc, I was just walking back to my car from the mall—there is a very important dance coming up so it was top priority I get my shopping done before then—and I just happened to bump into someone by accident." I said smoothly. He looked up at me, after writing some stuff down on his clipboard.
"Did you hit them hard or trip or fall or anything?" He asked kindly. This was kind of hard to say since he was being so nice to me. No, ShaSha! Don't give in! He's only being nice to you because you smell good to him! You smell like mashed potatoes to him…and turkey, with lots of stuffing and gravy. Mmm, I'm hungry. No focus! This is a life and death situation, stupid!
"Well the person I ran into pretty much put me in a choke hold and probably dislocated my shoulder so I was wondering if maybe you could take a look at it. The weirdo had a pretty good grip on me." I said. He looked genuinely surprised. Probably just a good actor.
"Did you call the police?"
"No."
"What? Why not!?" He said, his pretty eyes wide.
"Well during the whole ordeal there was something bothering me at the back of my mind and one word popped into my brain when I saw that he had red eyes." I said. Dr. Cullen was looking at me with a serious expression. He seemed to have an idea of what I was going to say. He asked anyway.
"And what would that be?"
"Vampire."
Our smiles had turned into hard smirks. He stayed on the far side of his office, well away from me, but I watched as his serious expression turned thoughtful and maybe even a bit playful.
"You think I'm one too?" He asked.
"Yes." I said without hesitation. He smirked, looking at me as if I were being childish. I however, wasn't fooled. "I know you're a vampire. You're absolutely beautiful in every way possible. Your speech is perfect and you even smell good ("Why thank you."). The man that attacked me had the same general characteristics as you and the only difference is that he had red eyes. You have tawny. Why is that?"
He took a deep breath, although I wasn't sure if he really needed it or not. Paul told me that vampires didn't need air to breathe and that they were pretty much zombies except everyone they talked to or came into contact with thought they were absolutely gorgeous. "You probably know all about us, seeing as you noticed so much in just one chance meeting. You also reek of dog so I'm assuming you are an imprint."
I blinked at him.
"What's an imprint?"
He blinked back at me.
"You don't know?"
"Should I?" Dr. Cullen's eyes widened comically and I almost laughed.
"Um…no, you shouldn't. Forget I said that. Anyway, I'm not going to hurt you. That vampire you met had red-eyes because he drank human blood. My eyes are like this because unlike normal vampires, I don't drink blood—well, not human blood anyway. I prefer the lifestyle of animal blood. It's kind of like…becoming a vegetarian." He chuckled to himself, as if remembering an inside joke. Then he composed himself and started towards me.
"Now, let's have a look at that shoulder of yours." One instant he was on the other side of the room and the next he was at my side, inspecting my shoulder, which now just had a nasty bruise on it, not giving me a chance to protest. This was insane! The same creature that had just attacked me was now inspecting my wound and was probably going to heal it. Oh fate, how cruel thee! I winced as he poked it in different spots and put different kinds of pressure on it.
"Nothing seems to be broken or dislocated. I can give you some ointments to put on it to prevent from swelling but the rest will be up to you. Just avoid using that arm too much and put some ice on it for about fifteen minutes every day. Then you should be fine. I'd also go easy on the make-up tonight. Cover up can sometimes be unhealthy for a wound like this." He said. I gave him a funny look.
"I have three daughters. I don't think any of them would want to be caught dead with a big black bruise on their shoulder when going to a dance." He informed me. I laughed. That made sense. He didn't look gay to me.
"I think you'll be alright. If you feel any more pain than normal don't be afraid to let me know. I won't bite." He added with a breathtaking smile and I had to smile back. Then a thought struck me.
"Are you from the family of vampires that lives in Forks?" I asked.
"Yes. I take it you know the pack of werewolves that lives in La Push?" He replied.
"Oh yeah, you bet! They're going to the dance with us too."
"Oh? Who are you going with?"
"Oh…um, Paul…he's um…my friend…" I stuttered, wondering how much I should really be telling him. He was the enemy, after all. To my surprise, he laughed at me!
"It's alright, I understand." He told me.
"How many are there in your coven?"
"Well, there's eight of us. Don't worry, the wolves know we exist and we have a treaty with them, so you don't have to worry about us fighting with them any time soon. We're a relatively peaceful family." He smiled.
Relatively peaceful, huh? I thought as I made my way towards the door.
"Thanks Dr. Cullen."
"Please, call me Carlisle."
"Thank you Carlisle."
"No problem, Ms. Shawnetta."
"Please. It's ShaSha." He smiled and I was about to leave when he suddenly asked:
"ShaSha, did you catch the name of the vampire that attacked you at all?" He called after me. I stopped and looked at him.
"Yeah. He said his name was Aro." I said.
The last thing I remember was seeing his shocked and confused face before I ran back into the lobby and greeted my friends with a smile. Within seconds we were in Blake's white convertible and speeding off towards the house, during which I hastily explained to them all that I'd learned during my visit with Carlisle Cullen.
Later that Night
Blake's P.O.V.
The school looked normal as we pulled up. The dance was being held in the gym, which meant that we had a little walking to do. Seth had insisted that it wasn't necessary that we rented a limousine and that we should just let our dates bring us there instead.
"Our dresses will get all dirty if we do that! I've seen their cars—there's no way we're going there like that!" Mel had said while I was on the phone with him. Just then Aunt Cathy had walked into the room and simply tossed us a bundle of money.
"Go rent a limousine or something, then." She'd said and walked out to go to work. She was so awesome! ShaSha also insisted that it would be more fun to surprise the guys with our dresses. That won me over and I promptly told Seth that we would meet them there. It really wasn't necessary, since now we had to walk the rest of the way, but the people that did see us come out of the limo were dumbstruck and that was nice.
Our dresses flowed behind us and we tipped the limo driver and headed towards the gymnasium, heels clicking the whole way. The guys and their dates who did see us were stunned and their jaws hit the pavement, boys and girls alike. ShaSha winked at them while the rest of us laughed at their dumbfounded expressions. I couldn't wait to see Seth's reaction. We were almost to the gym, not minding that we looked just like supermodels, when I felt a pair of warm arms wrap around me and I turned around to see Seth's handsome face smiling down at me.
"You look amazing." He whispered and kissed me on the lips. I shooed him away.
"You're messing up my makeup." I said. I looked at the mask he was holding in his hand. It looked like a bird. It was gold (A/N: How ironic). I looked over him and checked out everyone else.
Mel was giggling with Jacob, who was holding a white mask. Embry was running his hand through Eryn's hair and she was blushing and burying her face in his chest in embarrassment. His mask was dark green. Paul was kissing ShaSha all over her face and whispering loving comments in her ear(I tried not to make a face and I almost threw my shoe at them) and she was trying to push him away, grinning like a maniac the whole time. Paul's mask was black. Despite the happy mood, the girls and I knew this could be the last time we would ever see our dates. I looked at Seth's happy face and I went against my shy judgment and kissed him passionately on the lips. We broke apart and he was grinning ear to ear, looking like his face could split in half. He looked thrilled.
"What was that for?" He asked. I just shook my head and I pulled away from him. I tried to hide the sadness in my eyes. Instead, I turned and linked arms with my friends. All of them looked equally sad but determined—especially ShaSha. Tonight she would get revenge along with the rest of us.
"You girls ready to kick some butt?" I asked them, despite the odd looks our dates were giving us.
"Let's bring La Push a storm they've never seen before!" ShaSha semi-shouted with a determined expression. The rest of us rolled our eyes.
"You are so cheesy." Mel commented.
"Who the hell cares? Let's just go in there and show them what we're made of!" Eryn piped up, annoyed. We had just been standing there and we were kind of blocking the doorway.
We all apologized and opened up the doors into the gym, and walked in.