Heyy… don't shoot me please(: I am sorry for not updating in well over two months. I haven't had ANY ideas what to write since this story is winding down and I am almost completely out of ideas for it. I'm also too lazy to update regularly. My birthday was on October 23rd so I am officially 15 years old(finally). However, enough about me here's the chapter. P.S. In the last chapter I ever so smartly made Bella say it was 11:43 pm which means she called the shelter around midnight… yeah just pretend it said AM!
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BPOV
Since Emmett and Alice wouldn't be waking up for a long while, I was home free to go pick up my new friend from the animal shelter but not until his home was properly taken care of. After getting off the phone with the receptionist, I went outside to prepare the shed outside for my newcomer. The shed had previously been empty, being the squatting spot for mice and other small animals when the nights grew cold.
The walls were stained with water and mildew while the windows were so thick with grime that the sunlight outside barely penetrated the glass. Some sections of the roof had caved in and spider webs covered every nook and cranny. Clearly, the first order of business was to clean up this mess. I could literally see the spongy masses of mold spreading along the seals of the windows.
I went back to the house to grab paper towels, bleach, and other various high power-cleaning tools, took them out to the shed, and placed them in a relatively clean patch of floor. I had to go back to my house to get my I-pod and I-home since I clearly could not do this work without having some music to listen to.
Getting to work, I played 'Chelsea Smile' by Bring Me the Horizon and let Olli Sykes scream me into oblivion as I started to scrub the filthy floor. On my hands and knees, I soon had the concrete cleaned and my knees were covered with bleach.
I decided to replace the windows since the sealant that bonded it to the wall was cracking and it looked like it would not hold up against the rain and wind. Instead of driving to Port Angles to buy one from Wal-Mart or Home-Depot, I used my… magic to put a nice new window in. I sighed satisfied when the entire space was filled with warm light so I threw the window open and let in the fresh air as well as let the bleach stank out.
The walls were also replaced the same way as the windows and then hand-painted a deep crimson red which also turned me quite red after I leaned against the wet paint unthinkingly. The dilapidated French doors that had a large hole gaping in the middle were torn off their hinges and replaced with a thick oak Dutch door. I painted it a bright pristine white to offset the crimson of the interior and exterior walls.
I added an iron hay manger to the corner and a three-by-four water trough with a faucet right above it which I then turned on to fill the trough with fresh water. I scanned the area to see anything I may have missed and seeing there was nothing else to be done, I spread straw all across the floor so that all the cement was covered by about two inches of it.
After that was finished, I took a deep, satisfied breath through my nose, hoping to smell nothing but fresh air and straw, and almost choked at the rank smell pervading my poor nostrils. It wasn't the bleach or other chemicals I had used it was the La Push werewolves who had decided to finally pay me a visits after several months.
I jogged over to the Dutch doors and opened the top so that I could propel myself over the bottom where I hit the ground running to the front of the house until I reached Sam and the other guys. I jumped into the over-heated arms of Sam and hugged him as strongly as I could without hurting him- even shortly. I knew he would heal quickly but I hated knowing that I could cause him some pain.
"Where have you been? Do you know how long it's been since I've seen you guys?" I demanded answers half-jokingly after releasing Sam and landing back on my feet. I looked deep into the russet skinned faces of the boys I felt I hadn't seen in a much longer time than it had actually been. Sam, Jared, Paul, Quil, and Embry. My boys.
Tension was in their shoulders, making them stiff and rigid. I got worried and my previous joyful smile was completely wiped from my face. "What is it?" I asked, dreading the answer far more than I should have. Edward could not be hurt; I would have known or seen it with or without anyone making any decisions since I was keeping such close tabs on him.
Sam took a deep breath before answering me, his voice deep and rumbling, "You bit a human. Moreover, he is making the transformation in your house this very minute. Who was he?" realization hit me with such force that the breath I held in my lungs escaped audibly out of my mouth with a swift gust. I backed up to the porch where I collapsed onto the steps, the boys following me but still standing in their close formation.
"He's a very close friend of mine and he was shot in the chest and would have died. I couldn't have let him die Sam. His girlfriend is carrying his children and even if he won't be able to be near them for a while, I had to let him be able to see his babies. You understand Sam, don't you?" I looked up from my hands to Sam, begging him to understand.
Although we had a good relationship, the treaty still stated I had to bring up the changing of anyone with Sam who was the Alpha and would ultimately make the decision. If he said no they would go upstairs and kill Emmett before he became a threat if they foresaw him as one. If not they would trust me to keep him in check and prevent any casualties at his hands.
After a moment of conferring with the others Sam turned back to me, "We do understand Bella, completely. As long as you aren't practicing unreasonable changing of humans it is fine, however…" he paused and sniffed the air quietly, "I do believe I smell another human undergoing the transformation as well. A female?" I had nearly forgotten about Alice and quickly explained her as well.
"She is also an extremely close friend of mine who was also shot." Sam was scowling as I told him this while the other boys looked deeply disturbed. I waited silently as they stood, processing the short explanation, I gave them.
"Why would they be assaulted?" Jared asked breaking the awkward silence with me waiting for them to reply with something. Anything that would assure me they had were comfortable with the decision I had so quickly made, leaving no room for a discussion or meeting of any kind before action was taken.
"I don't know, they are such good people, not mean to anyone. The only thing I thought it could be was the parents of the girlfriend because they were angry with the boy for impregnating their daughter. They were rather controlling and forced her to do some extracurricular activities she wouldn't have started on her own. She told me they thought getting pregnant ruined her life and she now has no chance for accomplishing anything in life." I explained, toying with my fingers, looking at the blooming flowerbeds that wrapped around the house.
"I am sorry to hear this Bella, however it seems as though you have this situation under control so we will take our leave now that we are assured everything is well. When the boy and girl wake please don't let them out of your sight and take them hunting quickly, we all don't want any deaths. Also don't hesitate to call for help if anyone gets a little…" he glanced around and then up at the house in the general area of where Emmett and Alice were then, "out of hand." his eyes met mine with a small smile.
I rolled my eyes and smiled as I got up from my crouch on the porch to hug each of the smelly, over-heated dogs. They waved goodbye and took off towards the surrounding trees where they morphed into their other forms, the sound of their jean shorts tearing being the telltale sign.
The smell of them lingered around me so I went back around to the back to get my music and then shut the door to the shed. I returned to my house, I-home in hand, and ran up to check on Emmett and Alice. They were well enough so I brought my dock to the bathroom with me and plugged it into the wall, turning on 'Check Yes Juliet' and starting my shower.
I stripped of my paint, bleach soiled clothes, and tossed them on the toilet lid where they landed and nearly fell to the side but I caught them in time. I turned back to the mirror, grabbed a hairbrush, and started singing, naked, into the handle along with the music. I opened the shower curtain and stepped underneath the spray.
The water was so warm against my cold skin so I decided to fill up the tub and turn the jets on, creating a steaming hot tub in my bathroom. I washed my hair as I sat on the seat in the tub and then just sat in the relaxing hot water, letting it heat my body. The song switched to "Diamonds Aren't Forever" which I sang along with also, perfect imitating the screaming.
It wasn't hard to scream as Ollie does, being what I am clearly makes that an easy task. Once I finished I drained the water and then rinsed the remaining suds off myself then finally got out and wrapped a soft white towel around my chest. I paused my I-pod and turned the bathroom fan on since the mirror had fogged up and steam had formed a thick cloud on the ceiling.
Still wrapped in my towel and my soaked hair plastered to my neck and back, I went into my bedroom and dropped my towel, grabbing a pair of skimpy blue knickers and putting them on. After that, I put on a matching blue bra and set off on a hunt for clothes I could wear to the animal shelter.
Since it was warm outside I decided on a pair of denim patched raw hem shorts and a plain white v-neck tee shirt with a patch of black stars on the bottom left corner. On my feet, I wore black flip-flops. Once I got to the bathroom and my hair was blow dried thoroughly I curled it then shook it out slightly, giving it a relaxed look.
Then I applied light mascara, eyeliner, and lip balm so they didn't appear too shiny and full, bringing me more attention than I would surely already get. Satisfied with my appearance, I left the house but not until after placing a protective barrier around the property; nothing would get in or out or they would be zapped.
I decided that my Veyron would not be able to pull the trailer I would need to bring my new pet home so I had to 'acquire' a large pickup truck with a trailer already hitched to the back of it. It was a huge vehicle and I almost had to jump to get into the drivers seat with was a few feet off the ground.
As soon as the engine was chugging, I was off to the shelter, the empty trailer rattling behind me furthering my already bubbling excitement at what I was on my way to retrieve. I hadn't had any pets besides Chase in my life so the prospect of this new one was enough to excite me.
The shelter was easy to find, as it was in town in clear view from the highway so within ten minutes I was parked in the near empty lot with my keys in one hand and my license and registration in the other. I opened the door and the tinkling of a wind chime alerted the female receptionist who was flipping through a Dogs Weekly magazine.
"Good afternoon deary, how may I be of service?" she greeted me with a charming high-pitched British accent as she put the magazine down on the desk and adjusted her glasses that were perched on the end of her nose so that they were in front of her eyes, allowing her to see me better. Her eyes widened at something she saw in my appearance, or perhaps it was just me myself.
"Yes I spoke with someone on the phone earlier about adopting today." I answered her, interrupting her goggling. She smiled tightly yet warmly at me, stretching her thin lips across her face. She was a slight, frail looking old woman, with wild silver hair that poked out from the bun she wound at the nape of her neck.
She fiddled around with papers on her desk until she found a purple sticky note and examined it carefully before responding back to me, "Ah yes, Mary spoke with you. She says to bring you around to stall 18," the woman looked confused and a bit frightened, "Why would you want to do that?" she demanded, indignant at the instructions she had been given by the other receptionist, Mary.
I gave her a hard look before responding, "Because I am interested in this one, I want him." she cocked her eyebrow and pursed her lips before shrugging and taking a ring of keys off the hook on the wall and opening a door I guessed led to the kennels. She motioned for me to follow her so I pushed the swinging half door open and hurried after her as she disappeared around the corner.
There was barking and meowing coming from other closed doors but the woman did nothing; clearly, she was used to this as it was the norm for animal shelters. We continued deeper down the hallway until we reached a section that had three walls, opening to the outside with metal doors tucked to the side for when the days were cold and wet.
I took a deep breath through my nose, taking in the sweet smell of hay, oats, and horses. Because that's what I was here for: a rescued horse. Mary told me he was probably abused and then abandoned since he was so skittish and rather angry with anyone that came near him unless they had food.
We passed several empty stalls: 1, 2, 3, 4... All the way down to the only occupied one: stall number 18 where the peaceful sounds of the stallion crunching on alfalfa and taking deep gulps of water from his trough. The peaceful scene was broken as soon as the woman banged on the door, "This is 'im!" and the dulcet tone of her voice set the poor creature off.
The door rattled as his hooves connected with the wood and his terrified eyes flashed between the metal bars near the top of the door. Through them, I could see him rear up, striking his front legs out and tossing his head, blowing hard through his nose, stirring the dust in the air that caught the dull light from the light overhead.
The woman shouted, terrified and all but threw the keys at me in her haste to run back to the door, tripping and stumbling over her feet until she slammed the door shut. I scoffed at the silly old woman and turned back to the spooked horse to which I sent a wave of calm that stopped the banging immediately.
I peeked through the metal bars again, seeing his eyelids had drooped and his sides were heaving while a thin coat of sweat covered his slim frame. And oh was he beautiful. He was a delicate looking thing yet he stood rather high at the withers at least two inches taller than my head. His mane and tale were a silky cream while his coat was a solid chocolate brown.
His neck arched with the lethargy his recent fit left him in and along with the calm I influenced him with it looked like he was ready to take a nap. I picked the keys up off the floor, completely silent, and unlocked the stall door, opening just enough for me to slip through.
His sides had stopped heaving like they were before so I reached out with my mind and took hold of it, keeping him calm so that I could whisper reassurances to him and get him accustomed to me. I told him I was a friend, which sounds silly, but I know he was understanding because the entire time I was stroking his neck, patting and scratching it, he had his head turned, watching me with the awareness of any human.
And he was somewhat able to tell stuff through his thoughts, not verbally mind you but he was able to show me pictures and was able to let me know where it hurt. Like the rock that had been in his shoe ever since he got to the shelter which was what made him so angry. I used my finger to pop the little bitch out and once it was gone, the horse's entire body shifted.
His muscles relaxed and his head drooped with relief as he stomped his foot on the ground, glad to be rid of the terrible thing. I looked him over for other ailments and saw his mane and tail were both in dire need of a good clipping as they were matted with sticks and burrs. His coat was lacking the luster it should have had so he needed lots of vitamins, a good wash, and a nice brushing.
I stopped petting him, which was met by a whinny of protest, stepped out of the stall find a halter, lead, and then returned to the stall to resume patting his neck. I put the red halter over his head after letting him sniff it and secured it underneath his throat and then latched the lead to the clip under his chin and led him out of the depressing stall.
The only sound was the clopping of his shoes against the cement and him occasionally blowing air through his nose and nodding his head, shaking the lead as we walked into the sunshine to the trailer hitched up to the back of my truck. I dropped the ramp, guided him into the trailer, and tied the lead rope to the ring at the opposite end of the trailer.
I left the trailer and secured the ramp then latched it shut, making sure there would be no possible way for him to somehow kick the door open. After that, I returned to the office where the woman was sitting huffing and fanning herself with the dog magazine, she was reading earlier. "All set." I announced when I opened the door.
She jumped a bit and propelled herself out of her seat at a speed I didn't think a woman her age could achieve. Then again, she did run out of the barn rather fast. "You're alive!" she cried grasping my shoulders and shaking me a bit. I wriggled out of her grasp before she tried to kiss me or something and straightened my shirt.
"Yes I am." no need to tell her a kick in the head from a horse wouldn't even faze me. "I just came to fill out the adoption papers and pay the fee." her eyes bugged out and her jaw slacked. It was rather humorous which made me giggle at her bewildered expression.
"Adopt? Adopt that… beast?" she got the papers anyway, probably glad to be rid of the animal. If only she knew that was pain from a stupid little rock, lodged in his foot which would make anyone or thing mad. I wanted to tell her off, tell her he was sweet in the few minutes I had spent with him after I removed his source of "beastness".
"Sign these out. There'll be no fee for this one ma'am." I took the papers and filled them out faster than anyone should have been able to but she wasn't paying attention so my arm flew down the pages, filling in all the information; some true others false. I gave it back to the stunned lady and moments later, I got my certificate of adoption, fresh from the printer.
With instructions to take him to the veterinary office to get his shots and a thorough exam, I left the place and returned to the truck and set off home. The journey was quick as I was thinking of names for my horse the whole way there. I decided to discuss it later either with Edward or Emmett and Alice, just as soon as they woke up.
When I got home I drove onto my perfectly manicured green lawn and parked in the backyard, next to the beautiful mini barn. I unlocked the latch and dropped the ramp with a dull thud onto the grass and climbed into the trailer and slowly approached Mr. Horse from behind; nothing spooks a horse more than something coming at them from behind.
I untied the rope from the ring and tugged lightly on it, leading him out of the trailer and down the ramp to the barn. I opened both top and bottom doors since clearly horses don't know how to stoop down to get under a low entrance. Once I had him in there I unclipped the lead and tossed it over a hook and shut the doors, staying with him until he was adjusted.
He sniffed around a bit and finally found his food and buried his nose on the manger, chewing quietly and swishing his mangy tail. And since I clearly wasn't going to wait to take him to a farrier or veterinarian to nurse him to full health I used a nifty little thing called my power to clean his coat, mane, and tail. After that any illnesses he had were eradicated as well as all the immunizations he would need were put into his system.
All while he ate, completely oblivious to what would have cost probably a minimum of one thousand dollars, would have taken a much longer time, and probably would have been a lot more painful. His shoes looked relatively new looking but I still replaced them with a new set, just in case my judgment wasn't as impeccable as it usually is.
He seemed comfortable with his new surroundings so, after installing a salt lick, I left the barn and shut only the bottom door in order to have some air circulation. I would have to put in a heater for the cold seasons since I probably shouldn't bring him inside the house. However knowing myself I knew he would be a frequent visitor of the Laroche household.
Thinking that name, as I walked into the house, brought a pang to my chest. More than it should have. It was just a name wasn't it? The name I myself had carried ever since the day I was found, heartbroken and newly changed by the woman I had so hoped would be my replacement mother for the one I never had as a child.
'Stop it!' I thought bitterly at myself, 'There is no use wallowing over that woman and what she did to you, she brought nothing but pain.' I agreed with inner-monologue, nodding at no one. I walked up the stairs, thinking of the memories I had of me walking down these stairs to be greeted by the traitor on my way to school. She really had pulled off her façade of the perfect mother so agonizingly well.
She never let any evidence of her double life reach us, her family. Always kept her thoughts innocent, probably never even thinking about her despicable acts her and Aro had so cruelly come up with, all in the antics to use me and my horrid powers. They made me ashamed to be so heavily endowed with such a great gift.
I never misused them for evil so why was I punished the way I was? Why did life have to be so cruel as to take my brothers and second father away in the cruelest of sequences? They were never meant to die either, them getting changed into vampires is proof of that; no one becomes a vampire unless their maker had a belief that they deserved to live, that they had some light in them that deserved to live. No one was changed for fun.
Edward was one of those accidents where all the blood wasn't drained and the venom spread therefore turning people that were never supposed to be vampires. But that was a small percentage of the vampire population, the rest were either created as mates or because their creator saw potential in them as an immortal.
I got up to my vacant room, my only company the furniture that would never provide me with any comfort, they were all just objects in my room. Just like everything in the world. People, unless you cared about them, were all just things in your life. There for a while and then they get either thrown away or they leave, either way the ones who aren't that special to you will eventually leave your life.
There is the chapter! I am SO terribly sorry for the delay of the posting of this. My frikkin mom put the batteries in the keyboard the wrong way so I couldn't type and I actually finished the majority of this chapter in like 2 hours. Happy early Thanksgiving! I would love to get 260 reviews! So that is on 8! I KNOW we can do it. Whoever gives me the 8th will get a SPECIAL excerpt of this super sweet story I'm writing called 'Flower Girl'. Bye!