OHYEAHIHAVEASTORY.
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I have the whole rough story written out already, so hopefully I can edit and put out a chapter a day for spring break. So be nice to me. lD
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No P O V"The Erasers have completed the mission." One whitecoat said. He was short and his face was pug-like, and such face looked bored.
"Excellent." The Director said, smiling. "It was much, much easier then I expected."
The rest off the whitecoats around the table looked confused. Maybe it was at the words she spoke, or maybe that she had smiled. She never smiled.
"Why would have it been difficult?" Jeb Batchelder asked with a perfect poker face.
"This girl"- The Director pointed to a picture of an average looking high-school-aged girl with brown eyes and hair- "has very… unusual protectors.
The rest of the whitecoats still looked confused.
The Director sighed. "I guess it is time to announce the discovery of a mythical creature from your nightmares. They exist around us today."
The power point slide show behind her turn to show seven beautiful faces with golden eyes. Five of them looked teenager aged, and the other two were young adults, maybe thirty or so.
"These creatures." The Director continued. "Are vampires."
There were several gasps around the table. Jeb kept his face composed, but his eyes widened the smallest bit.
"When did we create… vampires?" a female whitecoat said, clearing her throat. She did not believe this one bit.
"We did not. Pictured here are the Cullens, one of two vampire covens that feed off of animals instead of humans."
"Impossible!" one whitecoat gasped.
The Director's eye narrowed. "Do you dare call me a liar?"
"N-no!" She struggled the word, desperate to regain her calm, which didn't work. At all.
"Anyway, as I was saying, Isabella Swan actually married one of these vampires." The power point zoomed into the picture of the bronze haired boy's picture. "She does know of them being vampires actually. And the coven is interested in her. There might be something interesting about her…
Silence.
"I'm actually counting on that. It would be a benefactor our more extended research. If she is normal, which I doubt, she will go into our avian hybrid research."
"What if the coven wants her back? Surely they our strong her out lupine hybrids." Jeb questioned, careful not to say the word vampire. No one, besides the Director herself, believed in the existence of these creatures. But they would all roll with her game.
The Director frowned. "Surely not. I do not think the vampires will mind. I'm sure she is just a human play-toy to them."
No one dared to say anything.
"Isabella will be arriving in approximately one hour. Jeb, you will fly there soon." And Jab nodded grimly.
"And," she continued. "If the coven agrees to help us in the by-half plan, we will surely take over easier then we would have before.
More silence.
"Now. Lets talk about the flock of avian hybrids that escaped four years ago."
B P O VI think I fell asleep in the helicopter. Or they drugged me. Probably the latter. I don't know. They just seemed to be kind of 'people'.
By the time I opened my eyes we were descending. I was sore all over. I could just imagine the pain of walking out of the helicopter. Ugh.
I could see the sun rising. I tried to look out, to try to see where we were. One of the things hit me in the stomach so I wouldn't look. It knocked the breath out of me.
I laid my cheek against the cold metal of the floor of the helicopter. They had removed the black hood while I was sleeping, and they now put it over my head again. I felt the helicopter hit the ground. It made me sick to think about how far we must have gone throughout the night. I wondered what Edward told Charlie. I was very slightly comforted that my new family was probably coming here now.
Then it hit me.
Alice could not the pack of my werewolf friends because they were like half-breeds. I wasn't quite exactly sure what these things, were, but these things were like that, too. Not human, Not normal.
She might not be able to see me now.
I heard myself gasp, and I wanted to curl up into a ball and cry until my throat was raw.
I would not give them that pleasure of watching me fall to pieces.
They pushed my out of the helicopter, and like I had guessed, I ached even more, it took a lot of effort to keep walking. Of course, it didn't help that I couldn't see. The wolf guys led me to where ever I was going. After ten minutes or so, I was thinking of complaining on how much longer it would take, when they suddenly let me go and roughly look the cover of my head.
I was shocked by what I saw.
I was expecting I would find myself in a cave or something, but it looked like I was in a… science lab. The kind of lab a neat freak would use. Several people (they looked like humans, but I could never be sure anymore) with lab coats on were walking around, some were looking intently at me taking notes and whispering to each other, and some were just stalking from one hall to the other. There were so many people, so many things, that it made me dizzy.
"Dr. Batchelder will see you soon." One of them said to me slowly. They talked like there was something mentally wrong with me.
Which may have been true.
"Woo. Joy." Whoever Dr. Batchelder was. The scientist was flushed with anger and glared at me.
It was ridiculously funny.
I decided being rude and sarcastic was the only way to get anything done around here. I was almost looking forward to it. I glanced around, took a look at my surroundings in more detail.
Oh, God.
There were kids, half my age… in cages. The cages were in rows, and stacks on top of each other neatly, ironically enough. Some were pressed into the bars of the cages, staring at me with wide, fearful eyes. Others looked… dead. Something out of a horror movie. One in particular had only on eye with tuffs of what looked like tabby cat fur.
The sign on his cage said "UNVIABLE."
I swallowed really hard.
One scientist, a big hulking, highly unattractive guy with a unibrow like a fluffy caterpillar, grabbed me roughly by the top of my arm and dragged me through the rows.
I tried not to look at the kids in the cages, but I accidentally did sometimes. I learned that all of these kids were younger then I was, and that a ratio of nine out of ten said "UNVIABLE".
"Here." The guy said (I noticed he had a gorilla-like voice and made a mental note of that for future reference). He pointed to a cage.
A dog cage.
"Are you on meds?" I asked seriously.
He practically threw me into the cage, and put on an overly complicated lock I knew I could never pick.
I sighed, and pulled my knees up to my chest. The cage was small, and the way I was sitting now, the back of my head was hitting the top of the cage. I could just move me elbows an inch out. I was really feeling claustrophobic. I looked at my… neighbors (For a lack of a better word) one across from me was a little girl who looked like she should be in kindergarten with pretty golden curls and blue eyes. She was looking intently at me, like Edward did when he was trying to guess what I was thinking about at the time…
Think of him made my eyes prick up; I tensed up, practicing thinking of nothing. After a bit, I accomplished it. Knowing I could made me feel a bit better.
The little girl was still looking at me.
"What?" I demanded.
"Nothing." She said. "I'm Angel." She said, smiling at me. I could certainly see how she had gotten that name.
"Bella." I replied. I couldn't help but to smile in response.
"You're a lot older then everyone else." She said, cocking her head to one side. It proved my theory that not long did I not belong here, I didn't fit in.
"Yeah." I sighed
"So what are you?"
I blinked in surprise? "Huh?"
"I mean… what are you? Are you a bird kid?" She smiled again, almost hopeful.
"I don't… understand." I frowned. It unnerved me to be admitting this to a little girl.
"Oh, did you just come here?"
"Come here? As in dragged from my car, into a helicopter with some wolf guys, and into this… what ever this is?"
"Yeah that counts."
"Then yeah."
"By the way, those wolfy guys are Erasers, you're at the School. We call these geeky guys Whitecoats And I'm a bird kid."
Before I could let this sink it, she pulled out something from behind her back, although they only went a few inches. It took me a slow second to realize they were wings.
I gaped at her, unable to say anything.
"So… you know about… this place?"
Her face darkened a little bit. "Yes."
"Could you give me some answers?" I asked, trying to be polite in my eagerness, sort of succeeding.
She hesitated, then nodded, "Umm… sure, I don't know that much, though."
"Who is Dr-" I started, but then was cut of by a pair of legs between Angel and myself.
"I was having a conversation." I frowned. "It would be nice if you could uh, move." I heard Angel's giggles and felt a flush of happiness. I had honestly forgotten what the feeling felt like for a moment.
"Come. Now." A deep voice commanded. I remembered what Angel called these guys. Whitecoats. Totally fit, with the white coats and all.
"Yes sir!" I said, perfectly aware this Whitecoat was a girl with a very manly voice. In revenge, I think she somewhat dragged me on purpose.
She dragged me into a lab with test tubes, lots of confusing wires and tentative looking Whitecoats.
Which, of course, I was totally expecting.
"Uh, hello, we will ask you some question, okay?" One of them said with a heavy accent.
"Whatever." I sighed.
"Have you finished High school?"
"Yeah."
"Were you in any extracurricular activities, like sports?"
I snorted. "I can't walk with out tripping over something. I'd get killed playing sports."
This was not the answer they were hoping for, some wrote on their notepads and whispered to each other. It made me feel like an experiment.
Which, I think noticed then, I was an experiment to them. That really made me uncomfortable, but I was just concentrating on keeping my face blank. A good poker face was a must here. I wasn't very good at it back home. But this different scenario called for it.
"And you are married."
What? How did they know all of this stuff? Did I have more stalkers then I had originally thought?
"Yeah."
"Is there anything… er, different about your husband? Anything unusual?"
I felt myself go into complete lock down, I focused on just keeping my face blank and a bit confused looking.
"Besides actually cooking better then I do? No." I growled.
"Are you-"
"I'm done with this Q&A session, thank you very much." I said, crossing my arms over my chest. The Whitecoats frowned at me, I'm sure they weren't expecting me to be so uncooperative.
Well, that was too bad for them, you kidnap me, and you get all of me. Stubbornness and all.
"Batchelder will be here very soon." One of the told me, smiling. "Would you like something to eat?"
"No."
She looked a bit surprised at my blunt answer. "Very well then." She said.
Around me, there was a flutter of activity, and I was just… confused. An Eraser jabbed me in the back with a gun and I flinched, knowing that death could only be a twitch of a finger away. He pushed me into a wall so he could tie my hands together, and my ankles.
I might have been able to hop away if there weren't so many people watching me, like they expected something to happen. They probably would have shot me if I said sneezed.
They put me in a chair, and an Eraser sat on either side of me, which screwed up my plan to escape to lord knows where. I looked out the window, and it was just sand on sand with a tumbleweed or two thrown in.
Like I would survive that.
After a few minutes of watching the Whitecoats talk and observe me (which is a nice way of saying 'Stare at me like a circus freak') they stopped talking, and looked at another Whitecoat who was coming.
"Dr. Batchelder." They all murmured, this guy was obviously a higher-up then they were.
"Hello, Isabella." He smiled at me. "Bella."
It took me a slow second to notice he called me 'Bella', like he actually knew me. My hands clenched into fists behind my back. He didn't deserve to call me that. He deserved to have needles stuck in his eyes.
For a split second I noticed how much I had changed in last… not even twenty-four hours. A few days ago, I wouldn't have been so sarcastic, or have such violent thoughts; I was a totally new person.
It kind of freaked me out.
"Could you come with me please?" He said. He motioned to the Erasers, and they grudgingly cut of the ropes off of my wrists and ankles. I rubbed my hands together; they felt all tingly. One of them poked me in the back of the neck with the gun again, and pushed me to him.
"My name is Dr. Batchelder. But you can call me Jeb."
"Okay, Jeb." I spat. "Give me some answers."
He smiled, looking a little… sad? "Yes, I think you need some answers." He walked into a room that was attached to the hall, and beckoned me forward. I hesitated for a second, and then sighed. This was going to be the only way to get any answers.
He shut the door after me. The small room looked like an office, I sat in the most comfortable looking chair, and literally sank into it.
"I want some explanations." I said finally.
"Ah, I know. Ask away."
I was a little taken aback by this; I thought he was going to be difficult.
"Why me?" I frowned at the table. I could smell the hot chocolate; it heated my face.
"Well, the Director thought that because of your… in laws, there might be something about you that we didn't not know, something that she might interest in.
I choked a little. Did they know about…?
I guess my thoughts were very evident on my face.
"Yes, we do know about the Cullens, and vampires…" he trailed off, waiting for me to object.
I took a deep breath.
"I don't know what you are talking about." I said finally.
He smiled at me. "You don't have to lie. The truth is already out there. Every scientist here knows about them. Lying will do you no good."
I felt my breathing accelerate.
No, no, no, no…"But that is not what's important." Jab said. "You have your own destiny, you are stronger then you have realized. Your destiny is entwined with others, you are going to help save the world."
There was a long moment of silence, and then I started laugh so hard that I couldn't breathe.
"That's… a … good one… Oh god!" I couldn't stop.
Jeb frowned at me. "This is serious. The world is in jeopardy. All you have to do is survive now."
By then, I could somewhat control my hysterics. "Okay, you believe that."
His eye narrowed. "If you survive this, you will see your family again."
That completely derailed me, and the pain of it took my breath away. "If?"
He nodded. "You will be transported to New York, and hopefully you will survive the surgery… no one else your age has, though."
"So I'm going to die?" My voice was calm, a farce compared to the pain inside.
"No. I will make sure you do not."
Like I could trust him.
"I hate all of you." I told him finally. I felt he should know.
"I know."
"I'm so sorry, Angel. Really." She was sniffling.
When I had gotten back to my cage, Angel was gone, it had really freaked me out, but she came back with a stiff upper lip.
"I just can't believe it, Jeb…"
I didn't know what to say. "At least you will get out of this." I sighed, putting my chin on my knees. "I'll be stuck wherever they take me, he said New York, so I guess that will be fun." I growled, mostly to myself.
"You'll get out, Bella. I know you will." She smiled at me, I felt an aching pain for her, a whole side of her face was swollen and black and purple, and she looked so tired.
We talked for a while. Every so often, a Whitecoat would come and drag another person out of their cage; we both felt the same sympathy for them.
It was true, I felt awful, but I also felt the smallest bit of relief. I didn't want them to come and pick off Ange or me. Especially her, she had already gone through so much before I arrived.
She told me about her family, not their names, but that they flew, and that Jeb had helped them escape four years ago. They thought he had died, and now he was one of /them/. I really could see how it brought so much distress to her.
But she was also lucky, her family was coming to get her now; mine would have already been here, if it weren't for the holes in Alice's vision.
If I went to New York, it would be impossible for me to ever get back.
The sense of dread was terrible, knowing that there was no escape, that I would probably never see Edward again, it was just to much for me to handle.
But Jeb had not even told me what the 'surgery' would do to me. If it was so terrible, why did they keep doing it to people?
Oh, right. They were /scientists/.
When I asked about her life in more details, he would stiffen and tell me she couldn't say. I related, understood. I made sure to tell her that it was fine, that I did the same things, told the same lies...
I liked to think that we had a lot in common.
Our time together was short lived, though. A whitecoat took me out of my cage, and Angel watched me go with such a sad look on her face, if these Erasers didn't have guns, I would have tried to go back.
I didn't have a lot of time to be miserable and alone, either. Someone picked up my dog crate and loaded it on a cart with some other kids, no one them talked, they just looked frightened.
We all got loaded on what looked like a private jet; it would have been cool to go in….
If we weren't in the back of it, loaded up like luggage.
The flight it self was boring, one of the whitecoats was stuck with us, and looked incredibly pissed that he had to. He gave us all water and food, which I desperately needed.
I don't think I needed something, anything to do more then that moment.
My thoughts wandered to Angel, hoping she was okay, hoping she was safe…
But even that got old. Eventually the humming of the plane was soothing, and I didn't take me long to fall asleep.
I dreamt of absolutely nothing.
I woke up when the jet landed chaotically on the earth. My head slammed into the top of the cage. Ouch. It took them half an hour to actually getting to unloading the 'cargo'.
I took in a deep breath.
Here we go.
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