This story is for my cat who had to be put to sleep last year.
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Thank you to those who reply as guest reviewers. I wish I could reply personally but :(
I should be sleeping while writing (and proof reading) most of this, so sorry if it's in Egyptian hieroglyphs or something.
Do vampires go to Hell?
I hope so. I don't see how they couldn't.
Their red and orange eyes glare at me, so I glare back as best I can. Esperanza and Dan keep pushing my back. I wonder if members of the Uley pack have already started being vamp-lovers. Then I guess it's only fair since some of the Black pack have started hating the vampires...
You didn't hear that from me, agreed!?
A roar comes from somewhere, I don't really know where. It sounds close, wolffish, but also bearish.
It's when I choke on the next roar that I realise it come from me.
Well that's normal...
Vampire roars come from inside the house, but there's the sound of something smashing after a smaller female member of the Cullen's disappear from my view and the roars stop short.
I stop another roar in my chest, holding my breath against the roar and the stench.
A final, hard push from Esperanza or Dan sends me falling onto my knees at the end of the steps leading into the house. I also lose my breath and actually choke on the stench for a moment. It's a blur after that, but I'm aware of strong and harsh hands on my upper arms before I'm dumped heavily on a medical table. I rub my upper arms and stop myself from rubbing my butt, while glaring at the vampires around me.
I jump down from the table, "A simple 'Hello, welcome to your painful torture and death' wouldn't been less frightening, thanks." Oh, it burns!
A deep chuckle from a huge vampire starts before I'm finished and I centre my glare on him. "Calm it, Shorty." He says and raises his hands. Like it makes him any less scary.
"Emmett." The one I guess to be the leader warns the bigger one. He turns to me, once Emmett takes a step back, with what I suppose could be a gentle smile. "My name is Carlisle," Yeah, he's the leader. "You have no reason to be afraid." I snort. Carlisle looks to one of the other Cullen's.
"She's like Bella, I can only hear some parts of her thoughts." Mind reader. Edmund? Edgar? Ed..? "Edward." He answers with a half smile. I glare and huff, crossing my arms.
"Nessie, you have no need to fear us. We want to help you-"
"Vanessa." I interrupt Carlisle. "Only people I like can call me Nessie, and since we're mortal enemies and all, I think that immediately excuses you from being liked by me."
"Very well, Vanessa. We simply want to help you, in preparation for becoming a wolf." I snort, but he continues. "I understand that your cousin, Samuel, recently phased for the first time. It's also come to my attention that your mother has gone away to find work elsewhere, correct?" I notice Edward turn his head in surprise towards Carlisle. As if he didn't know, or something. I nod in answer, wanting to get to the point. "Is it also correct that your mother chose to leave you with Jacob Black?" Edward snarls at the mention of Uncle Jacob, so I snarl back. We glare at each other until he eventually looks away.
I won out on a glare contest with a vampire! Aw, yeah!
"Don't celebrate too much. It's annoying." Edward mumbles.
I snarl again and turn back to Carlisle. "Yeah, I'm living with my uncle Jacob. My dad has his dog ugly twins and wife to look after, so he couldn't find time for his first born." I shrug. "So I went to live with my imprint." I shrug, again. Wait, why'd I just tell them all that?
"Jasper, she noticed." Edward mumbles. It probably wasn't meant for me to hear, but I can't help having awesome senses. "Your imprint?"
I start to answer, but Carlisle coughs unnecessarily, just to get attention. "Thank you, now," He suddenly looks like a businessman about to reveal some great breakthrough, or whatever businessmen do... He looks professional, I think, is what I mean.
I hate being dumb.
Edward chuckles. I glare. This is all seeming very repetitive now.
"...because of all that we've decided that you shall be taken into our care." Wait, what? I've missed like a whole conversation! "It's been agreed with the Clearwater Pack-"
"Clearwater Pack? There isn't a Clearwater Pack! Just the Black Pack and the Uley-soon-to-be-Lahote Pack." I state matter-of-factly. I think... What does that even mean?
"Did I say Clearwater Pack? Oh, I meant Black. I cleared things up with Seth Clearwater as communicator, I must have been confused for a minute there." He smiles, but it's more forced than before.
"Pin her!"
"What?" The question is barely out my mouth before I'm being pinned down and a cloth clamped against my mouth and nose. I fight and fight, but I end up blacking out anyway.