Title: Cut the Ropes

Author: LazyWerewolf

Disclaimer: See chapter 11

A/N: School is a bitch. So is going back to the five day school week. So updates back to a week... Sorry. I know I hate waiting for updates... So. Alice is no longer human. I suppose I could leave an explanation... But you know, that's boring. I was thinking of maybe leaving a small Alice POV diary of sorts, but then decided against it, unless you guys think differently.

If you guys don't mind, drop me a review down there. It helps me know what you think, and also gives a hell of a lot of encouragement. As usual, sorry for the bad grammar and spelling and stuff. Also, please shrink the size of the browser down so it looks like I actually wrote something :P

I know this chapter is way out of whack. Crackville to the max... But at the same time its not a crackfic... Don't worry, Emmett and Alice and friends will find Bella soon, just to get that out of the way :D

See you at teh bahtom.

Eden

The night crawled by achingly slowly. I had been plagued with insomnia as a child, growing up, and at Forks. However, I mastered slowing my heartbeat and controlling my breathing long ago, so I could pass off as sleeping even when wide awake. I knew Fuckward spied on me, but I didn't bother stopping him. I liked him too much.

Look at me now.

I had been sideways on a hammock, trying to coax myself into sleep. After a while, the fake sleeping didn't convince me. I had wandered outside, taking in the cold desert night.

The moon shone brightly on the campsite below. It illuminated everything, causing the sand and tents to glow. It was beautiful. Just a month ago, this same light lit up London. This same light lit up Forks, Phoenix, and south Cali. I swear, the moon was stalking me.

I sauntered over to the pee pee wall, trying to jump over as many nighttime messes as possible. Honestly, they should really scrub that thing clean or something. It smells like shit. The sand was unusually squishy under my feet, but I tried to ignore that as I silently trudged on.

The open desert stood before me. It was achingly empty, with no trace of anything. It was just a flat plane in all directions. I silently wondered to myself if I could make it, walking down the small sand trail that led to the moon sand patch.

I sat down on the unusually hard sand of the training area.

If I had food and water, which I don't, I could go twenty, maybe thirty miles in a day. That is, assuming exposure won't kill me. Or those water demon things don't come after me. I'm in the middle of Saudi Arabia, so I probably can't find cities that aren't hostile. More time hiking in the desert. Maybe I can get to a friendly country nearby. World Geography has taught me nothing. I believe Israel is safe... Or I could go south into Dubai. Either way I still have no way to contact anyone. I have Fucktard's cell, but no way in hell I'm calling him. I don't remember anyone's number except my dad's and Fuckwards... Damn. Mission impossible. I would get caught by the po-po, or the other doggies. Not a good option. But still.

I sat there for a while, contemplating my options. I could stay here and pretend everything was okay, which it wasn't. Even though these people were friendly and like me, I didn't like it here. Nobody knew my back story, so I was pretty much alone in my situation. I could wait until Alice could come find me... But come on, it's been like what, three days? If Emmett is as good of a tracker as everyone says he is, they should have found me within hours. Maybe they think I'm dead. I could buy that. I could also try and follow my tracks and head to London, but I have no supplies to make the journey. I would probably die, kill someone, or phase and kill everything. But I didn't want to stay, I knew that much.

You know what? Fuck the consequences.

I nearly sprinted back to my tent and grabbed the pillowcase. I tore out the feathers of the down pillow before grabbing more canvas from the actual hammock. With my inhuman strength, canvas material, and a pillowcase, I fashioned a backpack to hold some bare essentials.

Looking around the tent, I found that there wasn't much to work with. I could probably make a waterskin out of some leather or something, but there was none of that here.

I had to think fast. I needed to grab food, water and tools.

First on the list: Water. I gathered the two water bottles that were scattered on the floor. Over at the sink, I filled them to the brim. I knew this wasn't enough, but if Bear Grylls has taught me something it's that there's water everywhere.

Second: Food. I guess I could raid the canteen. Maybe take that cooler that we had yesterday. I would take some food when I got a plan to go to the canteen.

Third: A knife, matches and probably twine or rope. Those could all be found in the canteen too. Except the twine. I could find that in here. I looked around, trying to find some rope. In the middle of the tents supports, there were several strands of rope of different lengths. I could take those, but then the tent would collapse. But then a glint caught my eye. Along the length of the tents edges, there was one huge rope keeping the edges balanced. I untangled the cord from its bonds to the canvas. After around a dozen knots, I had myself a ridiculously large amount of rope. Mission accomplished.

After packing the water and rope in the bag, I parted the tent folds and slowly tiptoed across the sand. The moon was on my side, lighting the backs of the tents and betraying no signs of motion. Just the sand and canvas rustling against the cold desert wind.

After a minute or so I found my way around the maze of tents and was met with the large canteen tent. I slowly slipped beneath the canvas, going at a pace that was too slow for comfort. But I knew it was necessary to remain quiet. Most werewolves probably don't wake up during the night because of the whole shifting thing, I'm guessing... But still, better safe than sorry.

Wow, that's not ironic in the least.

I scurried over to the back of the pots and pans that littered the cooking area. Knife... Knife... Knife... Knife... Knife! I found an unusually large hunting knife. Nearby was a carcass of some poor coyote or dingo or whatever. Now I know what the meat was. The sheath was a few feet away. It was big enough to scare a nineteen year old werewolf but not big enough to rip a hole through its backpack. Perfect, deadly and way badass. My kind of weapon.

I still needed matches and some other supplies. Matches were easy; I found those under the pots. Not exactly smart keeping an entire box of matches under a stove, but hey, I wasn't complaining. The other supplies were a bit harder to get, mainly because I had no idea what the other supplies could be. I'm sorry, I'm impossibly slow. Okay. I had food, water, knife, rope, matches... I could use some iodine tablets or a lighter or something. I guess iodine tablets are next.

The whole kitchen was turned upside down in search of the elusive little critters, until I finally found them. Why the fuck are they in a bag already? This is a fucking escape bag for God's sake... Wait. I parted the canvas sack and found many of the same things I had put in my own knapsack. Knife, rope, food, water, matches... What the hell? I can't have this person following me. I ripped up the sack and poured its contents into my own. Now I was double prepared.

I exited through the back of the tent. The night still covered my tracks extremely well. Wait... My tracks! I looked around the tent. Sure enough, there was a long trail of size nine footsteps.

God damn everything.

Wait.

Bella has idea.

Ducking my head, I went into the abyss of sand. It was just like swimming, if not exactly like swimming, only I could breathe. Taking some doggy paddles toward the trail, I stuck a hand out into the cold and rearranged the particles. I did this along the remainder of the trail and went back to my original position near the back of the tent. No one had heard me. Massive ego boost right there.

The sand wrapped itself around my ankles as I sunk into the sand again. This was the only way I wasn't gonna leave footprints. Leave it to Bella to leave a whole trail of her own drool on her escape trip. It was more comfortable down here, definitely warmer than up there. I could still see the almost full moon.

Kicking the sand water slowly, I found that I had travelled a safe distance away from the camp. In fact, I had reached an almost mountainlike range of sand dunes.

Unusually high sand dunes, but fuck it, it's Saudi Arabia. What the fuck do I expect?

I sat down on one to admire the moon. There was some sort of connection I had between this big floating rock. I don't know. I guess it's just pretty tonight. It took up at least half the sky. I figure I must be a superhero to get this high. Just cause I'm a were. I'm a superwere. Fuck the world. Bring it on bitch. I can take anything you throw at me.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Except that.

I take it back.

UNCLE, DAMNIT! FUCKING UNCLE!

I think my life is out to get me. Just as the moon reached its zenith at the top of the sky, something starts stirring the monsters in the sand out to get me. The sand shifted, and creeped up my legs and covered my arms. The dune was trying to eat me. I squirmed, but that only agitated the sand even more, causing entire ropes of it to pull me down into the sand.

More sand levitated itself onto me, trying to pull me down into the dune as I struggled. I was very, very threatened. Apparently my body found out about this, sending white hot spikes of heat down my spine and spread down to my limbs. That, along with the hands trying to pull me further down into the sand drove me mad. The heat was unbearable. My bones were twisting and cracking under and above the demon sand. The human side of me struggled against the sand, pedaling fruitlessly against the ropes, but it was no use. I tried to keep myself afloat as the change attacked my bones and muscles simultaneously. The sand was creeping into my ears and suffocating me slowly. I am going to die. Flailing my arms, I tried to get above the sand level. I couldn't breathe, and the change and my movement weren't helping the cause. Sand trickled down my throat as I tried to take a breath. I coughed wildly. The sand was drowning me.

I gave up trying to get out. It clearly wasn't going to let me. Instead, I ducked under the blanket of sand, trying to swim through it like I did before. Sinking even further into the sand water, I nearly shrieked when I came face to face with a man made of sand. An actual sand demon. Just my luck.

If he could scream, he would be louder than a banshee. His mouth was gaping open, in a soundless shriek. The man thing swung his arms violently at me, nearly ripping my face off. Anger. This bastard needs to be put in his place. I took a swing at him, my punch going straight through his head. The man was knocked backwards. However, he quickly recovered, scratching and swinging his arms toward me. I tried to backpedal, but failed because his left hand caught hold of my arm. He jerked his hand to the side and kneed me in the face, knocking me out cold.

My eyes burst open. I was in a lake of sand, eons away from the surface. Sand man was nowhere to be seen. I was floating. I could faintly remember being in this situation before. Oh, poolside bullies. I never expected you to haunt me past third grade.

"Mmph!" Bubbles floated up from my mouth and to the air level as I did a grunt of pain. I looked around in the sand. No man. Ripped up remnants of clothes clung to my body but my hair floated out in all directions. I probably looked like I just got in one of those freak gravity machines.

The sand mummy thing dissolved into sand and just disappeared. And before I got a chance to punch his balls through his skull. The sand swirled around me, and I figured it was time to move. The sun hung low in the sky, but was luckily still up. I lazily floated toward the surface, taking a deep breath when I reached the air.

I sighed. Air. Sweet, delicious air. The sand behaved like water under me as I rolled onto my back, floating in the soft particles. The sun was on one side of the sky, illuminating it with the glimmer of a sunrise, and the moon was on the other, simply hanging low in the sky. It was truly beautiful. Either that or I'm just an idiot who's easily impressed by things. Clear blue skies, cloudless horizon, and a beautiful sunrise. Life has its moments.

Finally my head hit the shore of the sand ocean, hair mixing with sand. I pulled myself up onto the dirt, spreading my limbs out on the macabre shore. Man, I was sore as fuck.

Pulling myself up on my haunches, I looked at the lake of sand I had been drowning in a few hours ago. Damn. It was no different than the rest of the sand and water surrounding it. It almost looked like I was never there. It was hidden, due to the other little sand beaches and lakes of water.

Wait. What?

I lifted myself up and looked around. My jaw would have fallen off my face if it was possible. My knees grew weak and I felt the most fear I had ever felt in my lifetime.

There were so many.

For miles around, there were puddles of demon water and more sand dunes covering them in. I could shoo away one, and maybe kill one with help- but what about a dozen? A hundred? A thousand? The valley of death spread out for miles away. Something inside me clicked.

Warning. Warning. You're a total dumbass.

I stumbled backwards and nearly tripped before finally realizing the magnitude of shit I was buried in. I turned around, seeing nothing. No camp, no backpack, no trail... Only mini lakes of demons and more demon sand dunes. How the fuck was I supposed to get out of here?

I plopped myself back down on the sand. Ugh. Coherent thought. Where the hell would I go? No option going back to camp. I guess I could swim until I found a city. That would always be good. But what's gonna happen when they see me?

Fuck it, I'm a werewolf.

I sunk under the sand again, steering clear of the cocooned sand monsters and the puddles of demon water. The sand embryos were see through, and each of the hell breeders held one sand man. Under each dune lay a sand man egg, the people inside twitching and moving. It was terrifying, seeing so many of the hell bringers in one place. And there were a whole lot. As far as the eye could see. Damnit, I'm up for a fight if I surface.

I still couldn't find a city or town, but pretty soon the miles of sand babies were dwindling. In fact, after a while they tapered off to maybe one every dozen piles of sand. I guessed it was safe to surface.

I poked the tip of my head up over the air line. Nothing. I let my eyes slip past the air line. Nothing still. I took my entire head out of the sand. Nothing.

Forcing my elbows past the air line, I lifted my torso up and out of the sand. It was still clear, and as I lifted my body out of the sand, I caught sight of something very beautiful.

I always wondered what they meant by "Hanging Gardens". This, however was a slightly more literal term.

Imagine a huge copper bowl with a forest inside it, being levitated by a continuous fountain of sand. I never would have thought such a thing was possible. I was apparently on a ridge and before me was the feat of construction, but the area beckoned to me, called to me in a way nothing ever had before, except for one thing. Little Miss I-was-never-human reciprocated this feeling within me. But that wasn't the point. The point was that I need to get on that thing. But how the hell was I supposed to do that? The thing was over one hundred feet in the air. Well, what I could do is...

I ducked my head under the sand for what seemed like thousandth time today to put my plans into action. I didn't need to swim far; I only swam three feet before my fingers poked through the surface. Sand violently scraped against them, causing me to jerk them back. I swam upwards until my head collided with something hard.

What the fuck is this? Copper?

The metal was cold to the touch. Sure enough, if I looked down, I could see the cyclone of sand levitating this monstrosity upwards. I was pretty high up. This was what I wanted. I slowly crawled across the copper surface, nearing the edge of the sand fountains range. Soon, the sand thinned so much that if I took another push forward, I would fall. I prepared myself for the moment of glory.

I poised myself to frog jump upside down. Pulling back on my haunches, I burst forward and pushed off the copper surface. I was in the air.

I used my hands to gain some momentum as I reached for the edge of the copper bowl lifting the garden up.

Just a bit more, a bit more...

My fingers grazed the edge of the copper surface. I mentally rejoiced. But the joy turned to despair as the hold I once had on the edge slipped.

Fuck.

Suddenly the wind began blowing. Sand blew in a different direction. The wind blew so hard, in fact, that it pushed me closer to the edge of the copper plate, just enough so that I could get a hold with my right hand. Then it suddenly stopped, and left no trace of it's ever being there. I still had my hold on the plate, though, and I was grateful for that much.

My left arm flew wildly as I struggled to get my other hand up. The rims of the bowl cut into the flesh of my right hand, causing it to bleed. I bit my lip, trying to hold back a scream. I still struggled to get a handhold, but finally I managed to hook the fingers of my left hand onto the copper plate. I hastily pulled myself up, Prince of Persia rolling onto the grass.

Wow.

This was the Garden of Eden. I sat up on my elbows, taking in the scenery. I have no words for how beautiful it was. There was everything I would ever want; a vast forest visible beyond the small flower garden, and if I looked hard enough I could see the makings of a beach. Someone decided that maybe I had enough of life's shit, and that I deserved a break. I could stay here forever.

The place that I was in seemed to be the garden part. There were small, organized rows of varieties of flowers I had never seen before, each magnificently colorful. Along each of the rectangular flower beds were little rivers, probably for irrigation. The entire thing seemed self sufficient. There was sun, water and the soil was good. I would know, because I was burying my cut up hand in it now.

What? My hands hurt. The flesh sealed together after a minute or two, leaving behind a slight sting. It did, however, leave a prominent scar. Hmm. I never scar. Whatever. Time to corrupt heaven.

After I got up, I noticed that my shoes were gone. Not that it mattered much, because the grass felt soft. The flowers were beautiful, but what caught my attention was the vast forest that surrounded the gardens. It was beautiful. Massive evergreen pine trees spread out over a huge, slightly mountainous landscape. It was similar to Forks, but the thing was that this place was completely untouched. It was pristine, no human involvement. The trees seemed healthier, and the grass glowed below my feet as I stepped toward it.

Something was nagging at me not to go further, but I didn't care. Everything was just so perfect. Like maybe karma was sick of fucking with me and decided to give me a break in my own personal heaven. This feeling just wouldn't go away though. Like maybe time passed by quicker here. Well, time does fly when you're having fun.

The forest within was indeed very massive. Everywhere you looked, all you saw were towering pine trees. The climate was brisk enough, not searing hot or freezing cold. It wasn't windy or anything, it was just comfortable. An occasional breeze ruffled my hair or t-shirt. Perfect.

After about fifteen minutes of continuous walking, I came upon something so beautiful it was unimaginable.

The trees leaves were a bright, cyan blue. It was fluorescent too. It looked out of place. The tree kind of resembled a live Joshua tree, beautifully sculpted by something. The other trees in the surrounding area were fine, though, so whatever made this thing go crooked certainly wasn't natural. Maybe it was that bird perched on the branches. The bird was, if there's no other word for it, angelic. Its feathers resembled something out of a renaissance painting. The face was hidden, but it was an ivory color. It was really beautiful.

I approached the tree with utmost care. The bird didn't seem threatened or startled by me at all. In fact, it was kind of examining me. No. It was analyzing me. The bird followed every movement of my body with its eyes. It had odd color eyes. They were a cross between a honey and a brass. I carefully inched my way toward the tree, but the bird wouldn't budge.

I was already touching the tree when the bird jumped from its branch and perched closer to me. This bird has the biggest pair ever. I lifted my hand and touched the leaves of the Joshua tree. They were like silk, except they changed colors when I touched them. The leaves reacted to my hand, darkening a shade before returning to their cyan hue. The bird was still watching me. Biofluorescence, I believe it was called. I pulled a leaf from its stem. It immediately lost color, turning to a muddy brown instead of its beautiful cyan. However, when I put it back on the tree, it turned back to normal.

"Shoo," I shook my hands toward the bird and it flew off. Immediately, the tree turned from its bright cyan hue to a dull brown. The bird flew off onto another tree. "No, wait, come back you bloody pigeon!" I followed the bird as it flew from tree to tree, avoiding my lunges. It flew just out of my reach, taunting me. I was panting just as it reached the gardens. It kept flying and flying and flying, and it just would not stop. "Come back, stupid bird! You killed the tree!" I sprinted after it, my bare feet crushing half of the flower beds. I was almost catching up to it.

Almost, almost...

"Gotcha!" I lunged for it one last time, catching one of its tail feathers. I jerked downward and tried to grab it, but it flew out of my reach. I was expecting to hit ground. I was wrong.

That was a big mistake. Freefalling was not fun.

The wind pulled my face back and I writhed around in space. How fast is terminal velocity for a werewolf holding a tail feather? "FUCK YOU, BIRD!" Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea. My heart hit the roof of my mouth as I fell, trying not to dislocate anything. I was higher up than I remember; what seemed to be fifty feet could have probably been five hundred. My heart was pounding at a mile a minute. I felt as though any minute, I could have a stroke or a heart attack because of it. And then, I landed.

But it didn't hurt at all.

In fact, I just landed. Not on my feet, of course. Clumsy Bella doesn't have that much coordination. But it didn't hurt either. I just got a mouthful of sand. I lifted myself up to look for the bird.

"What the fuck?" The big copper bowl was nowhere to be seen. How the hell could something so big just disappear? It was just desert again! There was no trace of its existence.

I immediately got up, ruffling my shirt to shake off the sand. I was still barefoot, but at least it wasn't hot. I guess it should be, because the sun loomed over the sparkling desert. I looked around. If you looked hard enough, there was a small town bustling with activity in the distance. I guess I should probably go, seeing as I have nowhere else to be.

The sand sunk under my feet as I walked on. I had time to think; the town was a few minutes away. Alice Brandon-Cullen-Hale is not human. What the hell? How could she have been not human, and then turned vampire? That just doesn't make sense. Is there such thing as half creatures? Fuckward said that Rosalie was all doom and gloom because she couldn't have a baby... So no, half breeds can't exist. Was she a Quileute? No, because the vampire that bit her would have noticed the smell... Could she be one of us? No. She would have been a human. What else could she be? There's not much besides this... What did Daniel say about different species? Sirens, archangels... Those are the only two left...

Sirens are fish people... Archangels are from paintings. She is neither part fish nor does she have wings. I don't understand.

The buzzing of the town reached my overly sensitive ears. The people were stirring upon seeing my pale skin, but most of them didn't seem too bothered. They actually ignored me for the most part, returning to their usual business and turning their backs to me. I didn't feel out of place barefoot, because the little children and almost all of the adults wore no shoes, or some TOMS. The entire town was actually larger than I expected. There were buildings ranging from large to very small but they all shared the same basic details. Very traditional, with some chips and dents the years placed. I walked further into the city, passing merchants yelling to me in Arabic and small children playing with playground toys. At one point the sand faded to cobblestone brick, letting me know I was closer to the city center. The entire place mixed traditional scenarios and new technology very well, because I passed a few ATMs before reaching the centre of the city.

There was a large ornate fountain in the center of the town square. Nobody seemed to notice me. In fact, if they did, they might even send me a smile or a wave, in which case I would respond with the same. Occasionally, though, a few would try to get out of their way because of me. The fountain was relatively solitary, with only a few people sitting on its edges. Their grey auras flickered around. No familiars to be seen.

I plopped myself down on the edge of the fountain, letting the sun heat my hair and the sprinkle of water cool my back. I was alone. Again. But this time, I wasn't a liability. I could fend for myself. Not that it mattered. I still had no communication, food or anything. My main goal was to find my way back to Alice. And Emmett, Rose, Embry and Jazz. But really mostly Alice. I'm not gonna lie to myself.

A male voice spoke up from my side. "Excuse me, miss? I'm afraid your shirt is soaked through," it said. I looked down. Shit. I'm never wearing grey again.

I looked in the direction of the voice. A man of about twenty stood in front of me. He was wearing a plain black sweatshirt and canvas pants, along with a rudimentary pair of sandals. I looked up at his face. No doubt he was very handsome, his features were perfect; flawless even. His short hair was in natural curls, with a few sticking out to the sides. But what caught my attention were his eyes. They were a bright yellow color. Just like mine.

I spoke up. "You're one of us, aren't you?" He didn't look surprised at all. As a matter of fact, he looked very calm in face of my accusation.

"Yes. My name is Alexander. Here, some people are starting to stare," he said. He took off his sweatshirt and handed it to me. I quickly put it on, regretting my decision to wear the uniform grey tank top. Damn my limited wardrobe.

"What do you want? Why are you so far from camp?" I probed.

He shrugged, and held out his hand. "I could ask the same of you. We need to talk. I'm here on my own, not on behalf of Daniel."

I pondered what to do. I might as well; I don't have anything to lose. If Emmett and Alice and friends hadn't found me yet, I was probably dead to them. And I definitely don't want to o back to camp. I took his hand and said, "How do you know Daniel?"

He led me along the cobblestone path toward a more secluded section of the town. His left hand pulled his collar down, revealing a scar similar to mine. "He is my creator as well."

The two of us walked down an alleyway. "However my... Ability let me know I wouldn't live if I stayed where I was. I ran away. I know you're wondering what that ability is. I can see the definite future," he said as we walked through a doorway into a small, cramped apartment like structure. There were clay pots everywhere on the stone shelves, and the stove and other appliances were relatively primitive. The only thing that was out of place was the shiny chrome refrigerator, but even it seemed worn down due to the sand. Alexander gestured to a wooden chair, so I sat down.

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked. He got up and gathered something out of a pot, and ghosted around the kitchen, grabbing different items.

"I saw you become trapped in the garden. I thought you were condemned to death, but my gift said differently. We have limited time, because the pack will be looking for you. Ask questions."

He walked over with a delicious smelling plate of whatever, which he gestured to eat. I picked up the leaves by hand, manners be damned.

"Why are people avoiding me?"

"Long ago this town was vampire feeding ground for an Egyptian coven. However, our kind drove them out and in turned saved the people here. Throughout the generations, people still remained grateful."

"What was that thing I walked into?" I asked between bites.

He sat down across from me, his long legs positioned out under the table. "That thing... We call it the Garden of Eden. We don't really know what it is, but we have a clue. We think that when fate doesn't know what to do with you, it sends you there. If legends are true, it's where those who deserve it earn their place in Heaven."

I stopped chewing for a moment. "Who's 'we'?"

"Anyone who chose to leave."

"You mean there are more?"

"Yes. It is a rare occurrence, because the garden seldom appears to any."

"Why me?"

"I don't know. But my gift says that you're very important. You do know why Daniel came to get you, right?"

I shook my head.

"Because you were being hunted. By vampires. More specifically, by the Volturi."

I dropped my food and blanched. That name was familiar. In fact, that name had caused more than one of my troubles.

"Why?"

"You were in London, if what Daniel told me is correct. Volterra is only a few countries away, in Italy. If the Volturi caught word of your mere existence, they would come looking for us. In other words, genocide number two," he explained. I'm a target for the world's most powerful coven of vampires. Karma is out to get me. "When you crashed into that building, it was on the news. Huge explosion blows up London bank office. It gathered too much attention. The Volturi would have found you in days."

I swallowed. "Daniel told you all this?"

"Yes, but he does not know of this meeting. He must not know. Daniel is thirsty for revenge against the Volturi. He believes that their entire meaning, their existence, must be eradicated. He wants to use the Hanging Gardens as a weapon. Later you will meet the Alpha of the pack. His name is Zeus, he is a very dangerous man and you must comply with whatever he says. Say yes, no matter what his offer is. He can make your life hell on earth if you refuse. You have twenty minutes before a man named David finds you. I will give you this," he handed me a pair of keys. "These are the keys to a motorcycle down the alley. Take it and go. You have never been here. You don't know my name. Go, but if you ever wander out of camp you need to return."

He shooed me out the door and shut it behind me. I wandered down the alleyway. What the fuck just happened? My life should be a movie. The Hanging Gardens of Eden. What the fuck. And then this fortune-teller saying that pretty much the whole world was out to get me. The adventures of Bella in Marijuanaland. I must be on LSD or something. Seriously? In less than a month, I find the existence of werewolves, not to mention get bitten by one, move to London, get mistaken for a terrorist and get kidnapped by a cloning werewolf and a fortune-telling werewolf. Damnit.

The bike down the alley wasn't anything special, and resembled a cop bike but without the police decals and siren. It looked pretty run down, average. Won't bring attention. I mounted it, and put the keys in the ignition. It started up below me. I sped forward, entering a street with several cars and other bikes as well. I took the little bike down a turn, and was surprised at how well it maneuvered. It was actually pretty fun. I rode the bike for a few more turns down streets, delighting in its mechanics and acceleration. I was having so much fun that I almost didn't notice a tall, tan boy in my way.

I put on the brakes hastily to avoic hitting him. "Hey, what's your deal!" He shoved the bike before almost moving on. But he turned back. "Bella?"

Shit.

"Dave?"

David ran over to the side of the bike, stopping it in mid traffic. I had to do a sort of illegal park on the side of the road to get out of the middle. "Bella! We've been looking everywhere for you!"

"Bella!" A voice from behind me perked up, and suddenly I felt something land on my back.

"Hey Emi..." Emily snuggled into my hair and held onto my back, using me as a perch. David looked frustrated, probably from my being gone.

"Bella, where were you?" The dreaded question. How the hell was I supposed to explain getting attacked by a sand demon, finding the Garden of Eden and finding a man named Alexander who happens to have premonitions?

"Um, I couldn't sleep, so I went exploring..." And that is how it's done.

"Why didn't you warn one of us?"

"It was a spontaneous decision..."

Emily looked up from her place in my hair. "Dave, leave her alone! She didn't do anything wrong!" she said.

David sighed, looking defeated. Whipped. "Either way, we have to get back. It's almost six. We have to get to camp before... Everyone changes..." He frowned. It was apparently a touchy subject.

"Bella, what's with the bike?" Emily asked, pointing to the little motorcycle.

"I found it, with the key in the ignition. It wasn't anyone's, so I took it." They bought my vague explanation, but instead if making me leave it, David picked it up with inhuman ease and loaded it into the back of a truck. He opened the doors and gestured to enter. Emily ran toward the door, and I had to follow her. Where else could I go?

The door shut behind me and I seated myself in the backseat. Emily and David were riding up in front, the bike was in the back and I was in the backseat. David started up the loud engine on the truck, and drove past the pedestrians onto a dirt path.

The rest of the ride was pretty quiet. I didn't say anything, and the radio was never turned on. Occasionally, Emily would ask David when we were going to get there, to which he would respond "soon". Once we were out of the city, David had the truck go down a higher path. The desert zoomed around us. Nothing was out of place; the desert was flat and dry. No demon sand creatures and no Garden of Eden. Damnit. I could have gone down this road and saved myself all that trouble. Now I know how to escape the camp in case I can't sleep again. Why was I here in the first place?

Oh. Right. But that's not the point anymore. I'm dead to them. They're not looking for me. They don't give a damn about me anymore.

The tips of canvas tents came into view about fifteen minutes later. I didn't think about much during, just how the desert seemed endless. Emily turned around in her seat and gestured for me to exit. I did as she said, and exited the car. We were parked right outside the tents, with the food tent only a few meters away from us. Emily grasped my hand and took her spot on my arm again. David led the two of us into the middle of the camp; however, the entire place was deserted. There were none of us around.

David turned around to explain. "Born werewolves... They shift during the full moon, plus whenever they want to. They are significantly more powerful than bitten ones, like us, and they are also much larger. What they do is they hold large communal 'shiftings' right before the full moon, so nobody can get out of place. The full moon drives them insane; it causes them to lose their humanity. But when they willingly shift, they have their conscience. We have to stay here, while Daniel and the others get back from the shifting. It's gonna be 'till morning."

Wait... Damnit, what the fuck!

"So, Daniel didn't mean to bite me? It was just the full moon and his stupid hormones? Damnit, I'M A FUCKING ACCIDENT?"

I put my hands in my hair and tried to squeeze some sense into my head. If it weren't for stupid hormones, you would still be in London, with Rosalie, Emmett and Embry. But at the same time, if it weren't for stupid hormones, I would have never sensed Alice in the city. But still, I could still be human! I didn't want this!

David stepped forward with his hands up. Emily squeezed my hand, trying to calm me down. "Bella, most of us are accidents. I'm an accident. Dave's an accident. Nobody chooses to give you this life," Emily said from her place in my arm. Her voice calmed me down, so I kneeled down to hug her. She hugged back, and David sat a few feet away, trying not to disturb us.

But she was born, how could she be an acciden—Oh."Thanks, Emi. I won't bring it up again." The little girl left her place and smiled. Little mini Alice. Well, mini-er Alice.

David said something about there being food, and led me to the food tent. There were less people, certainly, but the few who were left had a sort of aura to them. They all had little cores of black within their grey auras. David's collar aura tensed up, but Emily's remained free.

I finally got to the front of the line, and grabbed my food to go sit with David and Emily. But something grabbed my arm. I turned around to see a man in his fifties staring back.

The politically correct word to describe this man was 'beefy'. He had a beard that consumed his whole chin, with a sort of zebra stripe in the middle. His face was worn with age, and so were his hands. He put a hand out to greet me. I grabbed it, wondering what he would want with me.

He spoke with a very thick Arabic accent, and he said, "My name is Zeus. I am the leader of this pack, and I would very much like to have a word with you."

I turned back to Emily and David, who were obviously trying hard not to eavesdrop. Alexander was right. He was the Alpha, how could I say no? "Um... Sure..." He wore a smile on his worn down features. Zeus gestured to an empty table. The two of us sat down before he began to speak again.

"I have asked for your audience because I sense there is a problem. You have an odd scent on you; I am here to say that relations with vampires are not permitted here."

Nother A/N: The Adventures of Bella in LSD-land. Yay! A whole lot just happened. Bella found the garden of eden, which isn't really the garden of eden, but... Did you catch the symbolism with the bird right there? Did ya? Alex plays a huge part in the story... He's the only good guy actually... :D so. Was that too much? Yeah. Yeah it was... I'm writing this as I go along XD bahahaha. Drop a review down there. Love it? Hate it? Want to punch me in the face? No, you don't :P so see you next week, I guess. Its been really hard writing, for some reason. I don't know why. I guess its just with everything going on right now. So, main antagonists: Everyone. Protagonist: Bella Swan. Remember that.

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The Lazy Werewolf