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Chapter14 The End

I found myself not being able to tell if it was night, or day. My head was aching so much and the pounding in my ears would not stop. My entire body felt freezing cold, and when I rose my hand up I found a thick fog slipping through my fingers.

I was lying on the wet ground that was covered in a thick fog. Standing weakly and stumbling slightly I took a look at my surroundings. Nothing but darkness, the wet ground, and fog. My mind went crazy attempting to piece together what had accord previously in the last couple of hours.

My mind clicked, and I fell back down to the ground. The wet earth scraped up against my knee and left a grass stain in my jeans.

They had found me…but how? How had it been possible that Zachariah and Annette had found me? Hadn't Peter been using his powers to throw off the tracking skills of either one of them?

Had his concentration broken or something?

"Miss me kid?" A voice drawled.

I looked up and gasped seeing Zachariah looming over me. A cigarette hung in his mouth and he took it out, blowing smoke out through his nostrils. He ran his long fingers through his gelled dark brown hair, and studied my face intently.

"Want to know something funny kid? That boy Peter, he may be able to throw off the skills and concentration of a tracker, but….he can only use his powers on one tracker. Not two." Zachariah explained.

My body shook in horror. That was how they had been able to find me. Of course, I would never blame Peter for what was happening.

"I had lots of fun kid, messing with your head." Zachariah stated grinning.

"What?" I spat. I could hear the coldness in my voice but did not care.

Zachariah chuckled as he kneeled down in front of me, and blew a smoke ring from his cigarette right into my face. I coughed and looked away, my lungs and eyes burning. I placed a hand over my mouth trying not to choke to death from smoke inhalation.

He simply chuckled more, and placed his index finger right onto the center of my forehead.

"Did you think it was all Annette that was creating those hellish nightmares and illusions for you? Nope. I still had a big part in this game too kid." Zachariah said.

He stood back up and walked away from me, tapping his cigarette and letting the burning and smoldering ashes land onto the ground. He then turned around back towards me and studied my face long and hard.

"Annette wanted to be the one to slaughter you off easy, and didn't want Victoria getting in the way. So, she went and killed her off. Didn't know that did you?" Zachariah asked.

"No I knew that." I replied. I had known all along that Annette had killed Victoria.

Zachariah leaned up against a near by tree that suddenly appeared and tilted his head back looking up towards the sky.

"Problem is…she won't be able to now. I got sick and tired of being her little companion. And, I can find a better use for you then just your blood sweetie." Zachariah said. A smirked played upon his lips as he dropped his cigarette to the ground, stepping on it with his boot.

His words sent my entire body freezing over down to the bone. I watched as smoke from the cigarette billowed up from under his boot and rose into the air before fading away completely. He began striding towards me, his eyes locked within mine and my entire body shook as I began scooting away.

"I followed all of her orders, Annette's, and didn't complain at all. But as I did this, I noticed that she was just taking her sweet little time to come after you. I suppose though that this would be understandable considering that fact that your boyfriend and his family are always protecting you. However, I do things differently. I suggested that we just go in and attack going after you, but she said no. She kept on walking around in the shadows, giving you nightmares and creating illusions along with my help of course. Just to scare the crap out of you I suppose. And what do you know; it looks as though it's worked." He stated.

I blinked and felt my lips tremble as I scooted away further. My finger scraped up against the ground beneath me and I winced. Stupid Bella. My finger had scraped against a sharp rock in the ground, and I could feel the warm and sticky liquid seeping from the small cut. I could smell it and was feeling nauseated already. My stomach twisted and squirmed.

Zachariah sniffed the air and licked his lips. He kept on striding towards me now, but seemed to be walking at a slightly faster pace. His eyes turned pitch black, rimmed slightly with red.

Thirst.

"I wasn't really interested in you from the start. Your blood of course smells…delectable, but, I found that it was something else that attracted me to you. You in general I suppose it was. And then I knew that Annette could surely never get her hands on you. All she would be doing was killing you, and then I would not get to have my fun." He said chuckling.

My eyes widened in horror and I realized what he meant. He was not only attracted to my blood, but my body as well.

"Edward…what a strange character he his. Personally I don't think he deserves you at all. Your body at least. Don't worry though I will not kill you once this is over with." He said assuring me.

His body sunk down into an all too familiar crouched position, and his upper lip pulled back revealing for my horrified eyes to see a clear row of razor sharp fangs that sparkled. A deep growl rumbled from his chest, of a long awaited lust and desire.

He pounced and I screamed. Grabbing my wrists tightly in his cold hands, he pinned my arms up above my head. My legs kicked around, thrashing widely to escape, but he locked his legs around mine, straddling me.

He brought his nose against the flesh on my shoulder and inhaled deeply smiling. My body shook as he kissed my neck with his cold lips.

It wasn't like when Edward kissed me though. Zachariah's cold lips against my warm skin terrified the living hell out of me. Zachariah smiled as he removed his arms from my wrists. My arms…I couldn't move them! They stayed in that position over my head! I screamed suddenly feeling a sharp burning sensation on my stomach, and arched my back hissing behind my teeth.

A single tear ran down my cheek. Zachariah pressed the burning end of his cigarette against my skin, and watched a deep burn mark form. He had burned the flesh on my stomach with his cigarette. He then began drawing on my arms with the cigarette as I screamed in pain, the fire burning and smoldering my flesh, eating at it and laughing at my misery.

By the time he was finished, nearly ever inch of my body was covered in small burn marks. Even my lips where burned and I feared that they would melt together shut and I would never speak again. But with the next wave of pain that took me over, I opened my mouth and screamed.

Zachariah dug his nails into the flesh on my thigh, and watched as blood flowed downward freely in small ripples. He licked it up with his tongue and looked up at me, his dark black eyes sparkled.

"I wonder…if Edward or anyone else will be able to recognize you when where finished." Zachariah mused.

He snapped his fingers.

Edward suddenly appeared a few feet away and I looked at him in horror. There he stood my Greek god like boyfriend. His face was poker and he looked at me, shaking his head. He then turned around and walked away with out a word.

"Edward wait! Edward!" I yelled.

Even though my body ached from being burned, I found my body able to move again. I stood and chased after him, and surprisingly I reached him. I grabbed his hand and felt its coldness in mine. Suddenly, Edward disappeared the minute I touched his hand.

I held his cotton white dress shirt in my hand. It was all that was left of him…

"Pity." Zachariah said sighing. He came up from behind me and snaked his arms around my waist. I tried to pull away but his strength was too great for me to escape so easily.

I bowed my head and looked at the ground, that was now oddly covered with snow and the fog had disappeared. I looked back at Zachariah with pure hatred in my eyes and felt my eyes sting at the corners with hot tears.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"Hhhmm…well I suppose you could call this a dream. Or just an illusion which ever you prefer kid. But, dream or illusion it doesn't really matter does it?"

He pressed his lips close to my ear, and snuggled his nose into my hair inhaling my scent deeply.

"I…control…everything."

I fought out of his steal tight grip, and surprisingly he let me go. I whirled around, unable to take any more of his speech, and raised a hand to slap him across the face not caring about what the outcome might be.

He grabbed my wrist and held it tightly in his hand. His dark eyes sparkled and a small smile played upon his lips.

"That wasn't very smart sweetie." He warned.

I glared at him.

A low growl ripped from his chest and echoed in the air. He lifted me up by my wrist and threw me far off until I landed onto the ground face down.

An intense pain stung in my torso and a sharp scream escaped my lips as Zachariah kicked me. I heard the sound of something cracking and bent my head down in pain. Hot tears streamed down cheeks and I looked up to my attacker. He reached down and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, raising me up to his level and punched me hard into the face.

I fell back down to the ground, screaming, and placed a hand over my mouth. I felt a warm liquid cover my hand, and I tasted blood in my mouth. Removing my hand I saw that it was drenched in blood, and some of it began to seep out of the corners of my mouth. I was beginning to feel nauseated and my stomach churned threatening to vomit my last meal.

Zachariah began striding towards me, and I made a desperate attempt at crawling away. But I screamed again and placed a hand over my torso. Surely there was something broken and it prevented me from moving. He lifted me up into the air by my neck, and pressed my body up against a near by tree.

"You have two choices kid. Only two." Zachariah stated.

I nodded and felt the blood running out of my mouth along with drool. My hair was tangled now and covered with grass and dirt. My lip was swollen and I could no longer feel anything really.

Edward…Edward please…

"I can keep beating you up, and give you back to your boyfriend alive. If you live, that is. Or you can give me what I crave…what I desire…" He stated.

He began kissing my neck and I looked away my body trembling like crazy, hot tears still streaming down my cheeks.

"N-no…" I sputtered as blood continued to pool from my mouth.

Zachariah raised his head and brought his cool lips to mine. I kicked my leg out and slammed my foot right into his stomach. He didn't seem to notice as he kept kissing me, licking up the warm blood that flowed from my mouth.

I kept on jerking my head away, but he kept placing me back right into his tight grip.

Finally, he dropped me to the ground.

I screamed as the injury to my torso escalated and I felt it shoot out through my entire body. Zachariah looked at me in pure disgust and shook his head. Reaching into his coat he pulled out a gun and placed a single bullet into it.

"Sorry kid…but you're just not what I'm looking for. Stay still and I'll put you out of your misery. I'd just hate it if Edward came and saw you like this…close to death…" He said as a smile played upon his lips.

His pointed the gun dead blank at me….and there was not an once of emotion in his face.

I looked up towards the sky and saw snow falling…I could hear the sounds of someone yelling far off. My entire head began to throb in agonizing pain and I placed to hands over it screaming. I felt like my entire head was submerged underneath dark water and couldn't come up. It was like having a head ache, but worse…so much worse.

Finger resting over the trigger…my mind spun and darkness began to cloud my mind. I heard a shot go off…the pain in my head continued and began getting worse, I thrashed my body around, arching my back and whimpering, pleading desperately for the pain to end. I could barley hear anything around me, but it sounded as though someone was walking away and then near me.

I could hear foot steps crunching against the ground, snapping leaves and twigs. My finger nails dug deep into the ground as the pain continued. Suddenly, the pain seemed to move downward and my neck was aching…throbbing…

And the next moment, I was in hell.

Fire…

I could feel it engulfing ever inch of my body now…like knifes stabbing me…this had to be hell right? I looked around for Edward but did not see him…

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out but down my chin from the corners of my mouth.

I could still speak with my mind though…

Edward…Edward please…

Edward…

Cold arms scooped me up as I twitched and squirmed. A cold hand attempted to rest against my cheek but I shoved it away. It was just an illusion and I was sick of seeing them. Sick and tired of seeing something that really wasn't there….

Edward wasn't here and no one else was. He had gotten side tracked some how and I had passed away in my dreams. He would find my body though…I knew…and oh how heart stricken he would be to see me laying there…my body cold and dead…covered in numerous injuries and bruises…blood running from my mouth…

"Bella…" I heard someone call my name.

I screamed and shoved the person away as it attempted to hold me with out breaking me. I kept feeling coldness against my flesh, but then in another second I felt burning fire and once again I was screaming.

I would never wake up…

That's the way it was going to be, and I had to face facts and accept it. I didn't know anything anymore.

Dream, reality, and illusion…it was as if nothing existed anymore. I began to think that perhaps I had reached a point of insanity maybe? That, three years ago when Tyler had hit me with his car on accident, I had suffered a terrible brain injury and gone insane? Taken to the hospital for the mentally insane perhaps?

Had I lost it…or was this all real?

I didn't know…

And the worst part was….I didn't want to know.

Edward Anthony Mason Cullen…what if he had never really existed at all? Marking my self as insane would be logical though I suppose. Vampires didn't exist. Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Carlisle, Rosalie, and Esme…all of them never really exist?

The worst part was thinking that…Edward had never existed. That beautiful boy that I had grown to love so much. His ice cold skin, his beautiful smile, his protective ways and being the pure gentle men that he was. Two topaz eyes that dazzled me and could hold my gaze for centuries while his musical laughter rang in my ears.

Never existing…never kissing me…touching me…holding me…

I began to cry as another wave of pain washed over me, fire, burning away at my flesh and somewhat laughing at me as this was being done.

My mind drifted then and I suddenly went off into a deep sleep. I was terrified, however, to wake up. What if when I woke up…I discovered a truth that I didn't want to know? Then again, I was in so much pain now that I assumed I was long dead and would never wake up.

And that was just fine with me…I was too terrified to wake up and find out the truth. Even if it was just my mind going nuts and jumping to conclusions.

Still…Edward…never existing…

I could feel the dark hole in my stomach opening up, and the wound ripped apart at the sides…my chest ached incredibly and the pain was unbearable….my lungs and heart felt as though they where swelling up, getting bigger by the second and filling up my entire body and chest…drowning deeply under the dark waters of the ocean…suffocating…

Has Bella truly gone insane? Edward…the Cullen's…everything never existing?

I hope all of you have been paying attention to the story. Annette has the ability to create illusions and control people's dreams right? She had been giving Bella horrible nightmares and illusions, terrifying her and luring her away from sleep. If you where Bella, that would surely get to you after a while wouldn't it? Make you question things that stood before you?

And, because Edward and his entire family are vampires, Bella starts questioning things a lot deeper. Now, everything has built up to this very moment, this climax if you will. She thinks that she might be insane, truly insane.

I hope you, my readers, understood what I just said.

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