My blood runs cold,
my memories have just been sold.
My angel is the centerfold.
-theenvylover
Just Another Bella and Daughter Story
I could feel my blood as rushed out of my neck. Fredrik's cool breath stayed steady as he literally sucked the life out of me. My limbs lost their blood causing my heart to pump faster. I choked on my breath, struggling to breathe in, Carlisle noticed.
"Fredrik, stop," he ordered. Fredrik let out what sounded like a menacing growl. "Emmett get in here; he's had too much human blood. I can't fight him off." The door slammed open and Fredrik was forced off of me. A sharp pain appeared on the other side of my neck. Whoever this was wasn't Fredrik. My heart gave up trying to deliver blood and started to slow down.
"Jasper!" a voice called. The second person was forced off of me, leaving a second gash in my neck. It the venom didn't settle soon I was going to die from blood loss. The thought didn't scare me as much as I thought it would. Maybe dying gave me a sense of acceptance. I closed my eyes and waited for my heart to stop.
I was lifted suddenly and carried somewhere else. The person who held me sat me down on a bed and wrapped my neck. They talked fast and I had to struggle to understand them.
"She lost too much blood," a man's voice said. I named the voice Carlisle even though I couldn't tell if it was him or not. "It will take at least a week if the venom even circulates."
"What if she had more venom?" a girls' voice asked. I figured that it was Alice's. "If you can just bite long enough to leave venom but not long enough to taste the blood." She picked up my arm and drew a line along the bottom, leaving a cold trail. "Maybe we can manually push the venom through the veins."
"It's worth a shot," Carlisle said. "Edward, could you help us? Grab a leg."
Oh. Great. I owe my life to Edward.
A voice started laughing and I figured it was Edward. The voices asked angrily what was wrong with him, to which he replied, "She still doesn't like me."
My arms were lifted and suddenly I felt the sharp pains of all of their teeth sink in at once. I winced as they moved on to the next place they were going to bite.
The pattern continued until I had six bites on each of my arms, ten on my left leg, and the original two on the sides of my neck. Carlisle hurriedly wrapped my limbs to stop the bleeding as Edward started on my right leg and Alice slowly pressed on the bandage; trying to get the venom to flow. When Edward and Carlisle finished they started to help Alice push the venom through my body. Suddenly a fire started on my left arm and I smiled. It hurt like a bitch; burning away at my flesh, at my tissue, and at my bones, but I was happy that I wasn't going to die.
"She's smiling," Alice said in horror. "Is she okay?"
"She's smiling because she hurts," Edward told her for me. "It's working."
I clenched my teeth and balled my fists as the fire started on my neck and on my other limbs. The burn ate away at my insides, tearing my muscles apart and slowly rebuilding them. The venom ripped at my tissues; separating the layers before destroying them only to repair the layers and fuse them back together. I clenched my hands even tighter until I felt liquid between my fingers.
"Cut her nails," Alice ordered. One by one my nails were trimmed until I couldn't feel them when I clenched my fists. I nodded a thank you, trying my hardest not to scream my heart out.
"You can scream if you want," Edward told me. "We won't think any less of you."
I wanted to scream so badly but I knew that Fredrik would blame himself. I decided that if I could then I would try my hardest to tough it out without too much of a fuss. My whole body was on fire. Everywhere my skin felt like it was tearing up only to mold itself back together. I had exactly one second between when the tissue reformed itself until it broke apart again. I destroyed my teeth when I wanted to scream but stayed silent. My neck veins extended every time, causing those tissues to hurt more. I breathed through my nose to avoid accidentally wailing. I opened my eyes to concentrate on something else only to shut them quickly at a new pain.
How long has it been? I thought as I winced.
"Twelve minutes," Edward answered.
Four thousand, three hundred and eight minutes left I calculated. I winced again after I figured it out. I focused on math as the fire kept spreading. Two hundred, fifty-eight thousand, four hundred and eighty seconds left.
"How many milliseconds?" Edward asked.
Twenty-five million, eight hundred and forty-eight thousand.
"How do you spell 'masochist'?" he asked.
M-a-s-o-c-h-i-s-t. I'm not a masochist; I just don't like watching other people suffer. I tensed as a new round of fire passed through my body. Speaking of watching other people suffer; what are you still doing here?
"Would you rather be alone?"
No, I wouldn't. Where's Fredrik?
Edward hesitated before answering.
"He's in a different room. He didn't want to be in here since you still smell like blood. He's afraid that he might try to kill you again."
I tensed as the fire started to spread to my middle. Tell him that it isn't his fault.
"Lying won't help."
It's not a lie.
"Whose fault is it then? The person who attacked or the person who laid there helplessly?"
The person who asked to be attacked and didn't do anything when she was being attacked. I struggled to keep my train of thought. It's hard to think when you're body is being torn apart molecule by molecule.
"This isn't your fault. There's no way you could've done anything to fight him off, there's no way you could've stopped him."
I could've said something, but I didn't want to. I wanted Fredrik to have my blood. He has restrained himself for eleven years now; that's longer than you could handle being with my mom. I felt like he deserved some kind of reward.
"You can't offer your life to him like a gold sticker. You are a living, breathing person who deserves more than this."
I held my breath.
"What are you doing?" he asked
I can't be a living, breathing person if I'm not breathing. I decided that I'm not going to breathe. Maybe then you can give me to Fredrik.
"Carlisle!" he exclaimed.
"What is it?" Carlisle asked hurriedly.
"She's not breathing."
"Why isn't she breathing?" he asked, less worried. I guess he could tell that I was physically able to breathe but I was mentally unwilling.
"Because I called her a living, breathing person and she doesn't like it when I'm right."
I wailed silently when the venom started to tear at my nerves. I clutched my legs to my body and held them as tightly as I could. Hundreds of nerves tore themselves apart and reformed forcing me to scream with my mouth closed. I hoped that wherever Fredrik was he couldn't hear me. I started to breathe through my nose again as the nerves in my arms ripped to pieces. The outer tissue was just starting to finish on my legs which meant that those nerves would start soon.
"Is there anything I can do?" Carlisle asked.
You know what sounds good right now? I winced and screamed silently. Morphine sounds incredibly tempting.
"No morphine," Edward answered.
You're not making it easier to like you. Actually, I'm wobbling on the line of hate.
A surge of pain from my legs told me that it was time for my nerves to go through hell. I held on to them tighter, holding my body in a close resemblance to a ball.
Day Two
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Fredrik stayed with me on the second day.
The blood had dried enough to where he was able to tolerate it. He held me in his arms as my bones started to crack and reform themselves. The cracks were surprisingly easy to cope with. They started at my left wrist and crawled slowly to my elbow. I was still going through the last of the leg muscle renovation which was the second most painful next to the nerves. When the cracks successfully reached my elbow the bone shattered. I screamed through my closed mouth and ground teeth. When the bone had shattered it had sent the pieces through the surrounding tissue. Those pieces, in turn, fought flesh to return to where they just were.
Fredrik strengthened his hold on me which actually made me feel a little better. I longed for his cold body against the fire. I laid my head on his shoulder with my forehead touching his neck.
Jasper came into the room when the cracks started on my right arm.
"I told you I would do whatever I could and, well, I plan to." He sat on the bad next to Fredrik. "If you don't mind…" Fredrik carefully handed me to Jasper who cradled me like Fredrik had. I noticed that his eyes were a light red.
He forced a smile before he sighed and closed his eyes. "Are you staying?" he asked. Fredrik nodded. Jasper wrapped his arms around me and suddenly the pain eased. It wasn't gone completely but it was much more manageable. When the cracks in my right arm finally broke I jumped a little at the sound.
Jasper and Fredrik both screamed out in pain.
It didn't take me long to realize what was happening; Jasper was channeling my pain through his body and Fredrik was bearing through the left-overs.
"Stop it!" I exclaimed. "You can't do this to yourselves!" I tried to push away from Jasper but he wouldn't budge. His arms stayed securely where they were.
"It's okay," Fredrik forced out. "It just caught us by surprise. The person who changed me knocked me out first so I've never been conscience during the process." He grabbed his arm. "Next time I see her I'll thank her before I kill her."
"You don't have to do this!" I tried to pull away again but failed.
"We want to," Jasper stated quietly. "We almost killed you, so it's the least we can do."
I looked back into their eyes; both were red. When a vampire has red eyes it means that they drink human blood. Fredrik's words replayed in my head.
"'Almost killing me' was the point. Now, I'm dying just like I wanted and you're the ones who are suffering." The other bone on my left arm snapped and I winced. The guys both tensed without screaming. "Don't make me watch you suffer for me."
"Just think of it as an eternity of birthday gifts," Jasper said through his teeth.
"Somebody stop Jasper," I called out.
"Let him them do it," Edward said from outside the door. "They feel really bad."
"Carlisle?" I asked.
"Yes?" he asked from outside the door.
"I changed my mind about the visitors."
The other bone on my right arm shattered and I winced with the guys. The cracks started to form on my legs and fingers.
Day Three
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My left arm numbed and I wondered if it was finished. The last of the tissues were ripping on my right arm and legs. Even though I wouldn't admit it out loud I was really glad that Jasper helped me. I thought I was incredibly selfish for thinking so, so I didn't bring it up. Instead of feeling every single layer rip apart it felt like a knife slowly making its way through my skin. It still hurt but it was nothing compared to the first day.
About an hour later my other limbs were done and my middle was finishing up. That was when the venom found its way to my head.
We all screamed when it hit; even with Jasper's powers the pain was worse than anything else. I grabbed my skull in a futile effort to ease the pain. Jasper seized my arms and pulled them away from my throbbing skull, keeping them behind my back.
"You can't grab your head until it's finished," he said through his teeth. "You can break your skull."
I pulled my arms out of his grip surprisingly easily and held my head again. The venom began cracking my skull and I tried to hold it together. Fredrik and Jasper both groaned in pain. I realized that I would be able to get away from Jasper now. I took a deep breath and forced Jasper's arms off of me. I ran out of the room but collapsed in the living room. Without Jasper and Fredrik to shoulder the pain the fire burned hotter in my skull. I kneeled on the floor and set my head on the smooth wood. My arms clutched the back of my neck so I wouldn't snap my head.
The cracks on my skull were deeper than the ones on the rest of my bones so they hurt a lot more. Each little crack made me wince in pain. I still didn't want to scream so I kept my mouth shut and teeth clenched.
I heard voices but I couldn't actually make out what they were saying. Somebody tried to pick me up but I kicked them and shortly after something hit the wall. I moved my hands from the back of my neck to my legs where I could get a strong hold without crushing my skull.
When another crack started I tensed in pain. The motion made my legs break again and I welcomed the distraction from my head. I focused on the pain my legs held as they slowly started to reform the bone. It made it easier to cope with my head.
When the bones on my legs healed I broke them again. The second time didn't hurt as much so I quickly took my feet and snapped them too. The feet took longer to heal but I was happy with the distraction.
I heard more voices as they grabbed my limbs. I threw them off easily; kicking the two at my feet and throwing the ones at my arms. Jasper came up from behind me and grabbed me. As soon as he touched the pain eased and I collapsed in his arms.
My conscience mind told me to throw him away, to get myself out of his range so nobody else would suffer, but my body wouldn't listen. It wouldn't dare give up this slight moment of relative peace when everybody was willing. The last crack crawled down my skull and I secured myself for what was about to come. Finally, the skull shattered, receiving a chorus of screams from the room. Each piece found its way back to where it was and started to mold together. When my skull was finished Jasper whispered, "That was the hardest part, it gets better from here."
He was right, but not by much.
The venom made its way past my skull and into my brain where it burned. I struggled to remember things as it toyed with my memory. One minute I could list all of the past presidents' birth places but five minutes later I forgot what I was doing there. I had a particularly hard time trying to remember my name but I don't think I ever forgot Fredrik's.
"Fredrik," I asked. "Who are these people?"
"Your family," he forced out as he held his head.
"Why are we holding our heads?" I asked as I looked around the room. My eyes stopped on a bronze-haired man. When I saw him I automatically knew I didn't like him. "Why don't I like you?" I asked the man. The rest of the people in the room smiled.
Another surge of pain revealed things I didn't remember; my name, my birthday, the name of the man who ruined my mother's life. I grabbed my head with everybody else.
"That's why we're holding our heads," I concluded. "That hurt."
Some Hours Later
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"I think you're done," Jasper said as he released me.
My whole body felt numb. I tried to stand up but fell back in slow motion. Well, I thought it was slow motion, because I actually had enough time to get my hands under my body before it hit the floor. I pushed up and flung myself the other way but Fredrik caught me this time.
"Are you okay?" he asked cautiously. I smiled before I reached up and kissed him deeply. His lips weren't as cold as they were but he tasted every bit as sweet as I remembered, maybe even sweeter. I was going to like this. He kept one of his hands on the small of my back and the other on the back of my head; pulling me closer.
A forced cough from the other side of the room made me suddenly aware of my surroundings. "So, I take that as a 'yes'," Fredrik said. I smiled up at him.
I was tackled by the rest of the family; excluding Carlisle and Edward. There was a mixture of 'Thank God it's over's and 'You look amazing's and 'Now we can get you back for that little stunt you pulled at school's coming from every direction. I was surprised that I was able to hear and understand them all. I looked to Fredrik for help but he just laughed at me. I mouthed 'I will get you for this' but he just shrugged it off and started to laugh again.
When I turned back to the excited group something caught my eye. It was a strange hole in the wall that was rather Emmett-shaped.
"Thought doors were over-rated?" I asked him. He glared back at me as the others laughed.
"You kicked him through that when you decided that the easy way out wasn't fun," Jasper stated.
"Whoops."
"So, how do you feel?" Rosalie asked.
"Good," I answered. I wasn't much of a detail person. "Strong."
Everybody looked at the hole and back at me. "I would think so…" Alice muttered.
"So, what do you think your power is?" Emmett asked excitedly. I looked at my hands and my arms; I don't know what I was looking for but all I found was extremely white skin.
"I have no idea," I answered happily. "I'm open for suggestions."
"Well, you're incredibly sarcastic," Rosalie wondered out loud. "I'm not sure what good that would be…"
"Maybe it's the opposite of Fredrik's," Jasper suggested. "You've always acted older than your age."
"How does it work?" I asked Fredrik.
"Just think about how you looked," he shrugged. "I've been doing it for so long it's second-nature. I actually don't remember how I did it the first time."
"You're a lot of help," I laughed.
"See? Maybe her power is sarcasm," Rosalie laughed.
I wondered how I would look if I was older. I figured that I would look more or less like my mom so I just thought of her. After a few seconds of trying that I decided that it wouldn't work unless I knew exactly what I looked like. Instead of trying to figure out the future I thought back to the past.
As soon as I did I shrunk.
I looked back up at the surprised vampires who all stared back at me, trying to figure out what just happened.
"Wow. Wasn't expecting that," Fredrik laughed as he appeared next to me at my height. "I think you've spent so much time around me I kinda wore off on you." He smiled smugly. "At least you won't have to be in the same classes as your parents…"
Mom touched me to undo what I had just done to myself. As soon as she did I grew along with Fredrik. Fredrik looked at us wide-eyed.
"I didn't do that," he stated. He lifted up our hands. "I think you did."
Alice set her hand on my shoulder and I zoned out.
I saw my wedding like a movie in front of my eyes. Everything was incredibly over the top which was expected when you let Alice and Rosalie plan it. Fredrik looked amazing in his tuxedo.
I snapped back to reality and smiled.
"You don't need to overdue the wedding Alice," I stated. She laughed.
"Well, aren't you the little power-absorber," Emmett laughed. "Explains the hole."
"But it doesn't explain why she shrunk the first time," Carlisle stated. "Fredrik wasn't touching her."
"Maybe she doesn't have to touch the person," Mom figured.
"No, she'd be screaming by now," Edward answered smugly. "Especially with all of these thoughts."
I fought my way past the crowd and hesitantly touched him.
I wonder if she really is stronger than me. That was Emmett.
What should we do for the wedding? Alice said she had it covered but I still want to…Rosalie.
The wedding's going to be amazing! (scenes from wedding) Alice.
I don't care about the wedding; I'm looking forward to the honeymoon. I know you can hear this, just know that I'm still up for Vegas. Fredrik smiled at me.
(scenes from new wedding in Vegas)
Now she will be so happy. Esme.
(scenes of Alice beating Fredrik.) I'll just wait until he's alone. Alice again.
But how? You weren't touching Fredrik but you somehow… Is that another part of your power? Carlisle asked as he looked at me.
You owe me big. Jasper stated. Holy. Crap. You owe me.
Everybody's voices crowded my mind at the same time but I refused to let Edward beat me. I casually lifted my finger off of him. "That was… interesting."
"What did you hear?" Alice asked nervously.
"Everything, all at once, so; please don't kill my fiancée."
She turned to the side and grumbled something I couldn't understand before turning back and smiling at me.
"We need to get you some new clothes," she said. "I, uh, don't think your shirts will fit any more…" I looked down and found something I wasn't expecting.
Well, two somethings.
"Shirts sounds good," I answered. "I…uh, grew…"
Right on cue Emmett punched Fredrik in the face.
i hate I tried to upload this at least twelve hours ago but it wouldn't let me.
-grumble-grumble-
well,
i'll anounce who won in the next chapter.
right now it is 3:12 and i can't think too clearly.
this is a long chapter.
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-theenvylover