He Makes 'Em Good Girls Go Bad

A Twilight FanFic

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"Okay, stop screwing around, Spencer. Tell me some truth," I demanded as I stumbled out of my vacant house. Spencer had me by the arm, and was towing me along urgently. It felt like he was gonna rip my arm out by the socket. "And, could you loosen up on my arm?"

He was dragging me out the plate glass door, and into the back porch ... and a flood of beautiful memories flashed before my eyes. It was the same moon that neatly shadowed above Embry and me, the same pitch black night and the bright stars ... Tequila in the pasture beside us. I almost started crying just remembering the strong memories.

I wanted to break Spencer's neck for planting one on me, and for telling me a bunch of lies and bullshit that he probably doesn't even believe. 'Night World' my ass.

"I am not screwing around with you, Shenae. I'm dead serious. I come from the Night World, not the phony world that your shape-shifter comes from," Spencer snarled.

"His world is every bit as real as you're made up one is," I snapped back.

"I'm warning you, hunny, don't piss off a vampire. Serious consequences follow."

I groaned loudly, but I took his words seriously. If I wanted to live to see Embry, I might as well not make him mad. I really did want to see Embry again.

"Sorry... Is this really all ... true?" I asked solemnly, staring at the ground.

"Yes, it is. Do you want to know the rest or not?"

"Of course I do! If Ella is really my sister... and what happened to me that you consider my 'accident' ... then please continue, Spencer."

"Alrighty—," he cleared his throat, and then began. "I come from the Night World. This is a secret conspiracy that includes vampires, like myself, werewolves of the real kind, shape-shifters like," he grumbled this part, "your Embry, and witches. One of the biggest rules of the Night World is for humans to be unsuspecting of us, and to never know about us. To communicate without being noticed, we spray paint flowers on doors and wear special rings with the flower of our race, so other Night people know who you are. The second rule of the Night World is to never fall in love with a human. I've broken both rules," he smiled angelically at me, never losing his intense focus on my face.

I suddenly got very uncomfortable. I wanted Embry.

We were standing on the lush grass, beside Tequila's pasture, but Tequila was nowhere in sight. I didn't even want to know where he was, considering the possible stuff that may have happened to him. Tears welled up in my eyes once again, and I blinked them away furiously.

Spencer noticed. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing... continue, please." I mumbled, wiping my eyes on the sleeve of my pyjama shirt.

"No, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"Spencer, please! Keep going! Don't worry about me," I sniffled.

"Okay, okay ... So, now you know about the Night World.

"Somebody created me without even knowing what they were really doing. Must've been some new vampire, or out of control lamia vampire. Oh, by the way, a lamia vampire is a born vampire. Whatever ... anyways, they bit me, and some of their blood got into me. So, here I am. That's how I was created."

"You exchange blood to become a vampire? In the Night World, I mean?"

"Yup. Got a problem with it?" He was being unnaturally rude to me now. Good. Maybe he'd realize that I'm not so great in a few.

"No, why would I?"

"I don't know ..."

"Stop getting off-topic and finish your god-damn story, Spencer."

"You've been reincarnated dozens of times over, Shenae. I don't know how it works, but you keep coming back. And once you've found you're truest love, you'll die once and for all. Never to come back again. I met you in you're very first life, which I'm not going to go into detail for, because there is way too many to count. But, once I met you, I fell in love with you, and never fell out of it. You loved me too, for a time, and I kept coming back, hoping you'd love me again.

"And, the funny thing is ... you're going to laugh when you hear this ... I killed you every time I got near you. That's why you keep coming back, because I keep killing you before you love me again."

"That's not funny."

"Just wait, you'll start laughing."

I waited several long moments. "Am I laughing, Spencer? Does it fricken look like I am laughing?' Why would I laugh at you killing me before I had the chance to love somebody else? Dude, you're sick." I shook my head.

"But, you see, I haven't killed you yet! Now we can be together!"

I narrowed my eyes and huffed. "In case you haven't noticed, Spencer, I don't want to love you. I am going to live another life without finding my true other half because of you.. I'm never going to love you, Spencer. Get it through you're thick skull."

Awkwardly, he began talking again, not until after he turned his blue-eyed gaze to the ground. Could vampires cry? I don't think they can, but if he could cry, he might have been sobbing by now. He just needed the tears, because he was making the moaning sounds perfectly.

"I thought it would be like that ..."

"You knew it would be like this," I scowled. "Now tell me the rest. Ella's my sister?"

"I don't want to talk anymore. You know too much as it is, I only told you about the Night World because I thought we might live in it together."

I ignored his last comment. Suddenly, the pieces clicked into place like a jigsaw puzzle, I knew what this hush-hush secret was. I can't believe I hadn't realized it before. What my "accident" was and why Spencer was so involved with my life before. It all made sense now.

I sank down to my knees on the grass.

Spencer had tried to kill me. In this life.

And, that's why I didn't remember anything from the moment he had tried.

I had to get him to tell me the rest. But how? He was depressed as it is, what could I do that would make him tell me more about it? Nothing, that's right. Chances are, he probably wouldn't respond to my flirting techniques like he had before...

I'd have to try my luck.

"Spencer! What happened to me? What happened to me when I was seven years old?" I asked, my voice quavering with realization.

"Why? Did you have an epiphany?"

"Sort of, please tell me what you know!" I knew my eyes were pleading him.

He sighed, closed his ever-changing eyes, and then kneeled down beside me. "Yes, Shenae, I did try to kill you. You and Embry ... that shape-shifter of yours, you were together then. As kids, like, as far as being together as kids can go...

"You've got the Tennessee accent; you've always lived in Forks though. Ella is actually you're sister, but you're actual parents died 16 years ago of unknown causes. You lived with you're aunt and uncle, when Ella was just four. She remembers it, but you don't, so that's why they said that Lindsay and your uncle were you're biological parents. Why?" He folded his hands around mine as he spoke. "Because you didn't remember anything of your life before that."

"I found you with Embry, holding hands and when he kissed you on the lips at the side of the road, I lost it. I was going to kill him, but I missed terribly and got you instead."

My eyes widened in horror, then narrowed at him in a second. My leg swung out from underneath me and kicked him in the shins. He fell backwards, yowling in agony (did I kick him that hard?) and I stood up, pounding my foot against his rock hard chest. "You did what?"

"You'd rather it was you, than him?" He asked incredulously.

"Of course! Spencer, how could you even think differently? Embry is the one for me," I was just as surprised as he was once the words escaped my mouth. How could I be so sure?

I knew he was the one because I had that instinctual gut feeling about Embry. Everything about him screamed perfect.

"I knew it. I shouldn't bother you anymore," Spencer groaned. "Could you, you know, ease up on the pressure?" I knew he was talking about my foot.

I didn't know he would give in so easily. I was still extremely wary of what could possibly happen in the two seconds that it would take me to lift my foot off his chest. Did I trust him?

I did ease up, and Spencer inhaled and exhaled slowly. In the mere several seconds that Spencer was free, he lightly sprang to his feet and had my arms clamped tightly behind my back, wrenching my shoulders. He could've snapped my leg like a twig if he wanted to, but I guess he had something else planned, and didn't want to deal with a broken leg (?).

I was scared to even think of what he could have in store for me, or Embry. I shuddered what I could, what with my arms pinned behind me.

"Now, if you cooperate throughout, neither you or Embry will be hurt. Severely," Spencer has to tack on the last part, perhaps trying to get into my head that there was going to be tortured minds tonight, and his voice was sly, sleazy. Ick. A very good reason for why I would never fall in love with this sick, sadistic vampire. Ever.

"You're sick." I spat.

Spencer moved his hands swiftly, which twisted my arms into an unbelievable knot, and it resulted in unbearable pain.

I cried out in agony. "OW! You monster! What the hell—!"

"Ah-ah-ah," he cautioned in his same disgusting voice. "Don't push me, sweetheart."

"I'll push you however far I want, you stupid parasite. Just leave Embry alone!" I screamed at him.

"That might be a bit difficult," he said.

"How? Just let him be! Do whatever you want to me, just ... please, please do not hurt him!" I started bawling, and there was no way I could control the salty tears from overflowing and spilling. No way.

I continued my hopeless, maybe endless pleading. "Please, Spencer, if you have a shred of compassion in you, don't hurt him.. I think I'm in love with him."

Spencer did the unthinkable. He released me, but he threw me, hard into the cold ground. I fell onto my hands and knees, and without thinking about it, I started crawling away, sobbing uncontrollably. I knew he would get me again, and probably hurt me, but if he stayed away from Embry...

Then the pain would be worth it. As long as Embry remained okay.

I risked looking back at Spencer, since I heard no footsteps following me. Then again, he was so light on his feet, I wouldn't hear him. He could be behind me this very instant, or in front of me, whichever.

The livid expression that masked his face told me that I had made the biggest mistake of my life, by saying that I was in love with Embry. There was no way to know if Embry was safe now, because I had just blurted out the stupidest thing ever, his safety was completely diminished now. I had ruined everything that might've happened to me and Embry in the future. I highly doubt that anything between us would go that far, but if it did, it wouldn't happen.

Spencer said something completely different. "If its Embry's safety that you're worried about, think again, hun—," I winced at that, "—just think about how he's gonna feel when we're all over each other, huh? You want him to be safe? Then you're going to have to cooperate with me!" He shouted at me, each word an ice cold knife being thrust into my heart. Embry would suffer for what I had done, for what I had untruthfully blurted out to Spencer. How cruel. Of me.

I deserved to suffer, so I would. Spencer could do whatever he wanted, regardless of how morbid and heart-wrenching it is. Poor Embry was I could think about.

EMBRY CALL

"LET ME OUT OF HERE, YOU STUPID CUNT!" I shouted as loud as I could at the malicious vampire standing before me. I yanked on the iron bars as hard as I could, and shook the cement door. It didn't budge. No shock there.

I had been trapped in this bloody cold cell for three days now. Three effing days. I had no clue where Shenae was, or what that bloodsucker had done to her, but what I would do to him once I found out what condition she was in... He definitely won't live to see the next millennia.

All I wanted right now was Shenae to be here, lying in my arms, and us underneath the stars, like that night...

"Sorry, darling, but not until... Spencer!" she squealed and dropped down from her perch lithely. "Where have you been?" She seemed unabashed from hopping down from the splintering rafters.

"Mercilessly dragging this ... girl by the hair ... I couldn't convince her." I heard a strangely deep monotone of a voice, almost like a bass guitar echo through the chamber. Their husky soprano voices bounced off the stone walls, and thrummed loud and clear in my ears. It did not nearly hurt as bad as worrying about Shenae. Not nearly as much.

My stomach twisted when I saw his clean, long ash blonde hair and his red eyes. Great, another human-eating leech.

Then I saw Shenae, and he was gripping her tightly by the wrist. I flinched slightly just at the thought of ripping his throat out, even if he was only holding onto her arm. I remembered him just as clearly as I did ten years ago, when he first tried to kill us. The fag could attempt it once and semi-succeed, but he could die trying once again.

Shenae was still as beautiful as ever, even when her face was smeared with dirt and her mahogany hair was encrusted with mud and leaves and pine needles. What did this loser drag her through? An entire forest? He must've, but he never will again once I'm through with him. Dude, I need a hobby, other than coming up with mental death threats in my head. Wait never mind.

Nobody ever thought that I would fall for somebody so deeply and love them as much as I do Shenae. Not even Jacob, my best friend and practically brother. He'd gone through my thoughts and heard about how I felt for her, and it nearly knocked him off his feet. That's the power of imprinting. You can't resist that level of adoration or commitment to that one person.

Shenae searched hungrily around the room, her eyes a dull, colorless grey ... it was like they virtually changed colors right before my eyes. They used to be a vibrant green, and now the color was drained out of them, like the leech had sucked the life out of her already. I wouldn't doubt it if he couldn't control himself, she did smell good, in a non-carnivorous way. She continued to look around the room until she found purchase, me. Her eyes lit up, turning back to the emerald green they were, literally. "Embry," she mouthed, her thin pink lips barely moving, I could hear her perfectly.

She gently tugged herself free from him, and he simply continued to talk to Madison, perfect. She limped slightly to the iron bars that I was trapped behind. "Embry," she said with a little more strength in her voice. Her creamy pale hand reached through the cell, and caressed my face. Shenae's hands were so cold, but I barely realized it. A burst of joy and anguish exploded through my veins like electricity, as I was glad that she was alive, but mad that I couldn't have been there to save her.

"Are you okay, baby?" I asked her quietly, hoping they wouldn't hear me, that way we could buy more time.

This time, my hands reached through the bars, and I touched her face. I could feel her heart skitter and then go back to its normal thump-thump, thump-thump when I called her 'baby'. If we made it through this, I'd have to call her that more often, just because of how happy it made her. She flushed a faint pink, and smiled blindingly at me.

"It feels like forever, since I last saw you," she whispered.

"I know, three long days in this cell," I glanced at the two vamps, and then at the empty space in my cement chamber.

"Three? Really?" Her forehead puckered and she looked deep in thought for a moment. "It seems like only one, for me," she croaked at once. Her thin voice was raspy; obviously her throat was hurting her. Shenae looked so confused, puzzled.

"How is your throat?" I almost whimpered to her. Weird, because it seems that Shenae would be the one whimpering now.

"It feels like someone's scrubbed it with sandpaper, the roughest grit--."

The leech interrupted us.

"The only reason it seems like one day to you, Shenae, is because my dear, Madison here was enchanting you into sleeping longer. It bought us more time to get you're guards under control." He smiled angelically again, except it had a puke-inducing twist to it.

He came up behind her and locked his arms with hers. She didn't even fight; she just accepted it with a sad defiance in her eyes. I could taste the foulness in the air on my tongue, and smell it too. I could also taste her fear, and anxiety, she was anticipating what was gonna happen to us next. Her face was that readable.

With a sharp movement of his arms, she was on the ground, moaning in pain.

She must've been defending herself, defending us, to deserve that. I totally missed her antics. Or, maybe she hadn't moved at all. The leech could be some magician like Edward and read minds, who knew.

That was it.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! Why are you doing this to her?" I shouted at him, pounding at the bars again.

"I'm not – I'm doing this to you! If you hadn't come along, she would've fallen for me! Me! Now, you're going to pay for it," he hissed.

He was right – by even putting his hands on her was pissing me off, big time. The more he touched her, the more I wanted to rip his head off, tear off every limb, piece by piece, burning it in front of his eyes, so there was no way he would piece himself back together again. Just like Humpty Dumpty, it would be the end of him, with the snap of my fingers.

He yanked her shorts off with a quick tug, and I immediately knew what was on his mind. It was going to scar me for life, and he will regret his actions immensely.