A/N Alright people, I'm skipping the party because it's no different from the original. This starts in the middle of the break-up scene in the woods.
Disclaimer: most characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, I'm just adding a few things and messing with the plot.
"You don't, want me?" I asked. Not sure if I really heard him right.
"No." He said, his voice, and face clear of all emotion.
"That's not true." The voice in my head told me. "Think of all the times he's told you he loves you."
That was true, I couldn't even keep track of how many times he's told those same words, holding me in his arms at night, every kiss, caress, and why would he risk everything to save my life from James; NO is wasn't true.
"Why are you lying to me?" I muttered, know full well he could hear me.
"I'm not." He said in that same, lifeless tone.
I looked right into his eyes and, by some, unexplained way, I could tell he was breaking down inside. I asked him why he protected me in the past if he didn't love me.
"I was fascinated back then, but now you are completely boring to me."
I kept the same look that said I didn't believe him.
I admit, I had selfish reasons for him to stay, but I can't bring myself to regret it.
Flashback- two nights ago:
The shivering simply refused stop: I felt like I was trapped in the same waters the victims of the Titanic suffered. The main difference was, I can't die from it, and I just lay in my bed, under three or four layers of down blankets shaking like of madman.
"Why isn't Edward with me?" I thought. "Why isn't Carlisle here for that matter. Maybe, just maybe, he had the answer, being the doctor."
But they weren't, no matter how much I wished they were.
End of Flashback
The shaking stopped the next morning, but then, when I stepped outside, onto the bare earth, my vision became very blurry, and when I took my shoes off, I could much clearer, or rather, like a blind person would see the shadows of everything around them.
I'm afraid, to put everything in the simplest of terms, and I thought that, if I had he and his family, I could get through all of these bizarre changes, but if they're leaving, even if Edward was lying about not loving me-
"Edward, please," I looked deep into his eyes, "don't do this. I need you." Call me needy and desperate, but I didn't care anymore.
"You have Charlie, and Renee and Phil." He said.
"But, I can't tell them." I said, sobbing and trembling now.
"Bella, whatever these changes are, I'm sure they will pass, and when they do, can you promise me just one more thing?"
I nodded, unable to find my voice in the sobs in my throat.
"Don't do anything reckless, for your parents sake." He said. "And I'll promise something to you in return; this is the last time you'll ever see me. I won't come back, and you can go with your life, without any interference from me. It will be as if I never existed, I promise you that."
I didn't, and couldn't let myself believe it.
"I still don't believe that you don't love me." I muttered, my eyes filled with tears, my head hanging down.
From that spot, I saw his hands clench up, like they did when we first met.
"Good bye." He said, his voice strained, and I knew I was right. I felt him place a light kiss on my forehead. And when I looked up again:
He was gone.
A/N Okay, talk about a little lame, but what ever.
To extend this chap to at least over one thousand, I'm going to write what happens to Bella in her house that night.
Warning: Very graphic deaths coming, and yes, you guys can say how much you hate me in the reviews later.
Later that night:
I wasn't sure how many hours it was since I last saw Edward, but being away this long, felt like forever.
I still didn't believe what Edward had told me; somewhere, deep inside me is a voice that says, "He will come back." And a big part of my wants to believe it, but in the present time, he's gone, and that means I have to deal with these changes on my own.
I was walking, or rather stumbling through the black forest, back to my house; Charlie would be home by now, and probably worried too, so I had to hurry as best I could without tripping over my own feet, as if that were possible for the most accident-prone klutz in this town.
As I came close enough that I could see the outline of the house, I could feel a very eerie presence somewhere around me. I paused for a second, and squinted my eyes in the darkness to see if I could find anything: Nothing. But when I turned around, I heard a sudden whoosh of wind pass me, something I only heard when Edward ran pass-
"Edward?" I screamed into the darkness. Was he back? Did he come back as I faintly believed he would?
No answer.
"Edward?" I tried again.
Nothing.
"You are kidding yourself." My voice in my mind said. "He wouldn't be crawling back this soon give it month or so for him to see how miserable he is without you."
I hated the idea of Edward miserable and having to wait so long, but if I had to wait, with Charlie to lean on, I could do it.
I continued to stagger back to my house, but when I opened the door, and before I turned on the light, I felt something ice cold pull my arms behind my back and ram me into the wall front-first.
"Don't…make a sound." A whispering, menace-sounding voice said in my ear.
I just nodded thinking that, whoever it was, was going to rape me, or something.
"Now, now, Riley." An all-too-familiar voice said.
"Vi-Victoria?" I stuttered.
Something rock-hard, which I was guessing had been Riley's hand, swiped me in the back of my head.
"I told you, to NOT MAKE A SOUND!"
"Riley, as much as I love how you are hurting Bella, let me be the one to torture her." Victoria said.
I felt Riley's hands release me, but were instantly replaced by Victoria's: I flinched as her claw-like hands digging into my flesh so hard, I thought she was going to pierce the skin.
"I can't what 'til your dear Edward and his family suffer the same pain I did." She laughed.
It clicked then: James. She wanted Edward to suffer losing me like she did when she lost James. But Edward left, and though I didn't believe it, he doesn't love me, and he wouldn't care.
"Hate to disappoint you." I said, my voice still shaky. "But Edward probably wouldn't even care." I heard two sets of growls, but I kept going. "He said that he doesn't love me anymore, so killing me would be pointless."
Victoria pulled me away from the wall and put her hand over my throat and tightened it. "It doesn't matter if it is pointless, you made me suffer, and if your precious vampire beau doesn't care, then I'll just make this into a game."
I couldn't find it in myself to form a coherent response, while feeling the fear of what she, and Riley were going to me, shoot through every fiber in my body.
"Riley take Bella here to the kitchen, to her little surprise."
Oh no. And I was definitely right about that. When we reached the kitchen and the light was switched on, set in three corners of the room were Charlie, Renee, and Phil. All three of them bound and gagged. All I could do in Riley's arms was stare in horror and wonder what they were going to do to my family, and if they were going to kill them, I some how had to convince Victoria to let them go.
"Like what you see?" Victoria and Riley said in unison.
I didn't move; my nor my gaze, and all I could see when my parents looked back at me with their tear-filled eyes were three things: The same fear that echoed in mine, disbelief, probably because they knew they were going to die, and something else; apologies maybe? Why would they be sorry for what's happening to them, it's my entire fault. It's my fault Edward and his family left and it's my fault that my parents are going die.
"Now, let's see, what's the best way to torture all of you?" Victoria said. She looks up and down my body, and then finally land on my neck: Ah, that's perfect, once you're changed, you will every human in this room, and I can tell deep down, that it's tearing you up inside, that Edward doesn't love you anymore, and just left you in the woods, ALL ALONE." She emphasized the last two words, no doubt to try and break me further, but I knew she was wrong.
"Then, just change me already." I knew it was pointless to fight Victoria, whether she had Riley or not. But I would try my hardest, not kill my family.
"Oh, will do." Victoria said, sauntering over to me and placing her hands on my jaw. "Riley, you take her left, I'll take her right."
I felt Riley nod behind me, and force my head back to expose my jugulars. I took one more look at my parents, saying sorry, for all the lies I told them, and what might happen later. Their tear-filled eyes showed fear, and confusion. God I wish I could tell them everything. Just after thought, I felt Victoria's and Riley's teeth pierce through my skin.
I squeezed my eyes shot, waiting for the intense agony I was going to be in for three days. But after a few minutes: Nothing: no excruciating pain, nor hint of change vampire-wise inside me.
"What the hell?" Could this be caused by the changes happening to me lately? If it is, why isn't the venom streaming through my body? And if it's not streaming, where is it-
Without any warning, I regurgitated over the floor; in it was probably the venom. I couldn't really tell, but I was betting they could.
A hard fist came into contact with my gut. "Why didn't that work?" Victoria growled.
I shook my head, telling her I had no idea.
"No matter." She purred, her voice calm then. "I have another plan." She reached into one of the drawers and pulled out two large steak knives.
"Riley, take this." She said, handing him one of the knives. "If her mommy or daddies make a sound, any sound at all, cut her in any way you want."
He nodded.
She made the first move: she grabbed Charlie by the arm, surprisingly without ripping it off, and stabbed the knife in his shoulder.
I could faintly hear a yelp from him, and in that matter, Riley took his knife and jabbed it right over my navel. I bit my tongue so hard as to not my a single sound, I was fighting so hard that I was trembling, and I was too shocked by these events that I didn't care that blood was dripping onto the floor.
Victoria rushed over to me in a blurry run, trying to make me gasp or something, but I held my tongue. When she noticed, she threw her hand back and punched me right under my ribs. I screamed at the impact.
I heard Charlie and Renee mumble something under their gags. I could barely make it out, but it sounded like, "Stop hurting our baby."
Victoria went back to them, "Well, since you begged;" She paused; "NO." and she continued to stab them to death.
Although this was terrifying to watch, I couldn't help but wonder how the hell they are doing all this without showing the least amount of struggle not to drink the blood all over the floor. I mean, my blood was so sweet, that Edward almost killed me on my first day at Fork's High School, and why didn't they go into the frenzy before?"
I looked over at Phil and I realized Victoria hadn't touched him.
"Victoria?" Riley asked.
She looked up from what she was doing.
"What about him?" He said, pointing to Phil. He must have followed my gaze.
"Thanks, for reminding me Riley." She grabbed Phil, and lifted her knife up, but stopped mid-way, her face pondering. She dropped the knife, ripped Phil's shirt off, and leaned over him. "Riley, put Bella down." He threw me on to the floor. "Step on her legs." He did, and just like when James did it, the bones broke. The rush of pain, caused an ear-splitting scream from my lips so loud I swear the Quileute Reservation could hear me.
"SHUT UP!" Riley shouted, kicked me in the gut (which now had ten or fifteen cuts/stab-wounds over it) then, with his knife slashed through the bites on my neck and carved multiple Xs on my arms.
He went over to Victoria and leaned over Phil as well. I couldn't see what they were doing, but I could hear what they were doing: There was ripping sound, similar to the shirt being ripped off, but his shirt was already-
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." Screamed Phil.
Then, I heard a tearing sound, like the threads of some hard material was being snapped apart. But after that: Complete silence I waited for a few beats, but still, I didn't anything.
I craned my neck as best I could to see what was happening now: I eyes first landed on Charlie and Renee, their bodies covered in blood, lying in an askew pile. Their frames were still, meaning that they weren't breathing. But their eyes; both of their eyes remained opened, however, unlike before, this time their eyes held no emotion; nothing, but complete emptiness.
I let the waterfall of tears fall from my eyes, wishing that God would kill me now; my parents, my safe-havens to deal with the Cullens departure, are dead. What is there left for me? I can't stay here, because of this memory; My friends were a moot point, I can't tell them vampires killed my parents, maybe I could tell them they were killed by Manson Family knock-offs or something. But still, with my luck, all of my friends, or the majority of them anyway would end up like my parents.
Riley grabbed my head and forced me to look at him. He stomped his foot on my toes. I could hear the cracks of the bones breaking under the skin. I opened my mouth to scream, but before I could make a sound, Riley shoved a white rubber tube into my mouth and down my throat.
What the hell?
"Bella?" Victoria said menacingly.
I looked at her; She was standing at the other end of the tube, holding a glass in her hand- it contained a red liquid in it, and some pinkish blotches mixed in with the red. "If you won't die by my hands or Riley's, and the deaths of your parents didn't work; maybe drinking the blood and hearts of them will cause you to commit the act on yourself."
I had no idea what she meant by that at first, but it clicked into place as I looked at the three dead bodies that were my parents: the layers of skin that covered where their hearts go were cut open, or more like scooped open, and if that means that those blotches in the liquid are pieces of their hearts and the liquid that surrounded them, was their BLOOD.
I was so horrified as she started pouring the stuff down my throat, that I couldn't pay enough attention to the smell of the blood to make me nauseous. I closed my eyes and hoped to God that this would end in the next five minutes at most.
When the contents stopped pouring into my throat, I opened my eyes to find the kitchen empty, except for the three dead bodies in the far corner of the room. I couldn't lift myself up because of my broken legs, so I just laid there, wishing I was dead myself, but God didn't grant me that luxury.
Hours later
I was still in my spot on the kitchen floor, staring at my parents, and my face covered in layers upon layers of tears. I could smell their bodies rotting, I'm pretty sure the neighbors could smell it.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. Came a sound at the front door.
"Bella?" Angela called.
"Hey Bella, open the door, we got your homework." Ben said.
I didn't move.
I heard the door open.
"BEL-ugh, what is that smell?" Ben asked, walking toward the kitchen.
When they reached the opening to the kitchen, I heard two very distinct gasps and thuds as the textbooks hit the floor.
I didn't hear another word from them, only the sounds of the button of a cell phone.
"Bella, we are going to help-"
The rest of her words faded into a silence as my vision turned fuzzy, why after hours? I don't know, but it is happening.
I stared at everything my eyes could reach: Angela, now right over me, Ben holding his phone to his ear, and finally, my parents; laying in a pile in the spots their lives were taken away from them.
And it was no one's fault but my own. Not Edward, or anyone in his family, I can't imagine placing the blame on anyone but me.
Everything started to go black in that moment, and I was glad: I had killed my own family, I should be dead, and so as the darkness swallowed me up, I welcomed it with open arms.
Like I said, you can say how muck you hate me, but it is part of the story, it will get better.
P.s, don't expect anything new until next month because I'm going away to London/Edinburgh in a week for the Fringe Festival, and can't bring my lab top.
