Bring Me to Life
By: KellyCRocker59
Chapter Eight: Destruction
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I found Jake wondering in anxiety around the store, my mind swimming with everything that Simon had said.
"Hey, Jake, what's wrong?" I asked.
He turned to me in shock and took one massive stride toward me before grabbing me in his arms. I gasped slightly for air, not knowing what was going on.
"Bella, oh thank God you're alright. I was just looking on the computer when you're scent suddenly disappeared. I tried for several minutes to sniff you out, but it was just gone. I was afraid something had happened. Where were you?" He asked in relief, setting me down.
"I was just over in the mythology section. But there was this guy and..."
I tell Jake everything, including Simon saying that there was going to be an attack tonight...
Jake looked puzzled and thoughtful. We had sat down at the Starbucks that was connected to the bookstore, getting two Frappucinnos.
"This man, Simon...I think that we can trust him, but I don't know for how long."
"What do you mean?" I asked, taking a sip of my Frappucinno.
"I think that, for now, he will help us. However, when the harpies are gone, I don't know if he will still be so friendly. What he said about raping people's minds, it horrifies me."
I nodded.
"But he is so powerful. He could give us a living chance against these monsters. The way he was talking about them made it sound like there are tons of them." I said.
"We had better head back to the apartment. I don't want taking any chances after he said that there was supposed to be another attack tonight." Jake said, standing.
"But will we be safe there?" I asked, not standing. All of this gave me such a sense of helplessness.
"I...don't know. But no matter where we are, Bella, you don't have to worry. I'll protect you." He whispered.
We returned to the apartment, Jake carrying me quickly up the stairs instead of taking the stairs. When we got in the room, he flipped on the TV. The news was on, a bright sign in the corner of the screen that read 'Emergency'. We sat down on the couch, my eyes glued to the television.
"The lists of deaths last night has just increased. Ten new victims have been confirmed." The reporter said, a list of names appearing on the screen.
Jake gripped my hand tightly in his, and the fear of everything that was occurring hit me. I just stared at the names. Those people were the unlucky ones. They didn't have anyone to protect them. I watched but didn't see the newscast as it played out, sitting there for an unknown length of time.
Finally, the end credits flickered out, and Jacob turned the TV off, getting up and turning on the stereo, putting in a CD called 'Infinity on High' by Fall out Boy. The CD started playing at Jacob went over to the kitchen, pulling out two cups and grabbing a bottle from the fridge that looked like a gasoline can.
He returned to sit beside me, the song in the background blaring out the same lyrics over and over again: 'Me and you, sitting in a honeymoon, if I woke up next to you…' Jake poured some of the liquid from the bottle into the two cups; it was a shade of light blue, and I took a sip of it as soon as he handed it to me, my throat dry from not drinking any real liquid for a while.
It tasted very potent and good, causing my eyes to open wide as it shot a blast of energy through me.
"It's called Jolt. It is supposed to have 220 jolts of caffeine in every bottle. I thought you could use a wake up call." He said with a smile, taking a sip of his.
I nodded.
"Thanks, Jake." I said, setting my head on his shoulder.
We sat there, both lightly sipping our drinks, my mind tired but my mind fully awake as I continued to drink the Jolt.
"Are you okay, Bella? I know that, with those…creatures attacking and killing your friend that you must be in a poor state." He said, and I could hear the concern coated in every word.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I mean, after you get raped, nothing seems as bad." I whispered, remembering the feel of my own blood trickling down my body and the boy having sex with me, the whore.
"Bella, I'm so sorry. That was all my fault. I should of gone with you. I should have…"
But I pressed my finger to his lips as he tried to finish his sentence.
"Jake, it wasn't your fault. I didn't take into consideration that it was late at night and we are in New York City. I just had a lapse of judgement. But it was really their fault. They killed four innocent people before they got to me, and deserved the death penalty. I just wish that you hadn't…" I trailed off, not wanting to think about what Jake had done to them when he had found me.
"I'm not sorry for doing that, Bella. They deserved it." He said, and turned on the TV, changing the channel to 'DVD'.
"Are you a fan of "Grey's Anatomy?'" He asked, walking over to the drawer under the television and pulling out a DVD set labeled 'Grey's Anatomy: Season One.'
I shrugged.
"I've never watched it before. It…sounds good, though."
He smiled.
"Good. It's one of my top three favorite shows."
He put it in and I watched the screen flicker to life as he walked over and turned off the stereo. It came up to the title screen and he sat down beside me, pressing the start button on the remote. The first episode started, and I leaned against Jake's shoulder, watching the show.
It was getting near to dark when the last episode ended, my full attention on the TV. I had been quickly drawn into the lives of the doctors, watching them perform surgeries, as well as watching their sex lives playing out alongside. It was a funny show, too, and I laughed often with Jacob. I sighed in content as it ended. It was a very good show.
However, the phone rang. It was sitting right beside me, so I picked it up.
"Hello, Black residence." I said.
"The attack will begin in exactly one hour. Tell your boyfriend to cover the walls of his bedroom in Neosporin. Stay in that room during the attack, and you will be fine." The voice of Simon Bunch said from the other side of the phone, hanging up when he was done.
"Who was it?" Jacob asked as I set the phone down.
"It was Simon. The attack is in exactly one hour. He said to coat the walls of the bedroom in Neosporin and to stay in there during the attack. He said we'll be fine if we do that."
Jake nodded, getting up and hurrying over to the speaker.
"I need as many bottles of Neosporin as you can get me, right now. Send them up by the dumbwaiter."
Soon, a bell rang and Jake opened a small hatch, pulling the rope and pulling twenty small bottles of Neosporin out of the small box that came up from the lower floor. He hurried to the bedroom, and I sat on the couch, watching the title screen flicker on repeat as he went to work.
I had no thoughts as I sat there; only fear. Nearly half an hour later Jacob appeared, grabbing the stereo and taking it into the room. I got up and walked over to the room, looking at the walls that had the substance layered over their surface. The trash can near the bed was filled with the empty bottles of Neosporin, and I watched Jake plug in the stereo, rushing out of the room only to come back with several CDs, closing the Neosporin-covered door behind him.
He set them down, pulling out the 'Infinity on High' CD and pulling out 'The Dutchess' by Fergie. He played it, and the music started. I sat down on the bed, and Jake sat beside me. He looked over at the window and pulled the shades closed, leaving the room dark. However, he turned on the lamp and it immediately came to life, lighting the room with a faint glow.
Jacob finally turned to me and pulled me against him, grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around us. He pressed him lips against mine, and I returned it, leaning against him. I didn't even realize what I was doing as my fingers went to his shirt, pulling at it.
He lifted his arms and our lips parted only shortly before they returned as I threw his shirt to the floor. His hands went to my own shirt, and I let him pull it off, gasping as his fingers undid my bra. He touched my breasts gently, and I moaned, undoing his jeans and pulling them down, his feet working to kick them off.
"B-Bella, do you want to keep going? I…are you sure about this?" He asked, and I touched his cheek gently.
He looked so innocent as he looked down at me. He was a virgin, and I felt so horrible that I couldn't give myself to him as he was going to do for me.
"Yes." I whispered, and he smiled, undoing my jeans as well.
I kicked them off, and this left us in our underwear. I slowly pulled off his, his manhood ready for me. He gasped as I felt his sensitive organ, a blush spreading over his cheeks as I kissed his lips gently. He reached down and pulled off my underwear, leaving us both naked.
I found myself on top of him, and he flipped us over so that he was on top, and he looked at me again to make sure that I was ready. I nodded, and he slowly slid forward, his shaft sliding into my womanhood, deeply thrusting into me. I moaned out his name and arched against him, gripping his shoulders.
This was so different from all the times I had had sex with men when I was a prostitute. It was intimate, like an extension of our love. He began slowly thrusting in and out of me, groaning out my own name, and I wrapped my legs around his, pushing him further and further in.
The heated moments of our lovemaking flew by, our bodies wet with sweat. Finally, we climaxed together. I screamed out his name and he groaned out mine, holding me as he collapsed to the side of me so he wouldn't crush me, holding me close. We laid there as the songs continued on the CD, my mind finally registering the words as a slow song played.
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We cause this trinity now to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
I gripped Jacob tightly, listening to the words. It was what I had felt two years ago as I drove away from Forks, and it was the biggest mistake that I had ever made.
"I love you, Jacob." I whispered into his neck, and he held me even closer.
"I love you too, Bella." He said.
Suddenly, however, screeches sounded around the room. I gasped, realizing that the harpies were just outside this room. Jacob held me close, gripping me against his bare chest. I buried my head in his shoulder, listening to the song that came from the stereo.
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
First class, up in the sky
Champagne, living the life
Livin my life in the fast lane
I won't change, got me
Glamorous
I tried to focus on the lyrics, not letting my mind wander to the sounds of the beasts as their claws scraped along the buildings and walls around us. Jake didn't ever loosen his grip on me, reaching around only briefly to wrap the blanket around us.
"Jake…" I whispered.
"It's going to be okay, Bella. I promise."
The time went by so slowly. My hands lay on his chest as I closed my eyes, trying to sleep. I thought about how I had watched Marlina die, and how I had seen all of those dead bodies. I could almost feel the darkness around me. Then, just I laid there, I suddenly felt the rage rush once again into my head, pounding against the walls.
I screamed, and Jake gripped me tightly. I knew that he was calling for me, but I couldn't hear him. The rage was exponentially more powerful than it had been before; it was like the harpies were swarming around my mind, rushing in and clawing at the walls. I gripped Jacob's arms so tightly that I could feel the blood trickling down my fingers.
"Jacob! Jacob, help me, please! HELP ME!" I screamed over and over, and I could feel him trying everything he could to help me, but it was useless.
I tried to fight back, forcing the walls of my mind higher, thicker, and more powerful. I tried to send a rush of power to it, but it didn't help. They just kept attacking, never stopping. I felt as though the pulling toward the edge of a mountain, trying to pull me into oblivion.
I could feel wetness on my face, but I didn't know what it was. I screamed louder than ever, forcing the beasts back with every force of energy I could manage. Then, it was over. I collapsed, limp against Jacob, gasping for air. He held me tight, and I looked up at him. I was shocked to see tears dripping down his cheeks, his eyes locked on me.
"I-I thought you were dead. You just kept screaming, and, and I didn't know what to do. I'm so glad you're okay." He gasped, gripping me against him.
I then realized that the screeching had stopped.
"Jake, are they gone?" I asked.
He nodded.
"You screamed like that for hours. And then you screamed really loudly, and they were gone." He said.
"Hours?" I asked.
He nodded. It had seemed like a long time, but hours? I had never imagined…
"Bella, we probably need to see how everything is outside," He said, "You can stay here, if you want to."
I shook my head.
"No, I'm coming." I said.
We got dressed, Jake only bothering to put on sweats. I pulled on a hoodie and a pair of sweats. Jake opened the door, and we walked out. However, there wasn't much to walk to. The door on the other end was gone. All that rested where the door was-the hallway, building, everything-was gone.