Chapter 7 wound up being longer than I expected... Probably because of the apple-thing. Omigosh, no, I actually am not a stoner, pot head, or anything else than could affect my mental health. I just thought it'd be funny. Anyway, it's kind of a bad time for Scottie to be going through another one of these stages. Why? I'm not telling; you have to read - DUH. Gah, loser. p

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If anyone can figure it out, send me a review with what it is and your name, and I'll put you in the story as a "guest starring" type thing. I love these kinds of things. 3

Oh. eBay isn't mine. It belongs to some faggot who thought that a yard sale just wasn't good enough.

Atreyu - Demonology and Heartache: "I know what it's like when memories make you wince and love letters read like obituarties and photo albums are books of the dead. I need no more reminders. I'll forget the past and lay it to rest."

Chapter Eight-- Reunion

We sat there on my bed far what felt like a long time. I was thinking about why it was written in my fate to become this creature, and without a doubt, Edward was listening. I searched my heart, pouring what little bit of it was left into my head so that, if I'd missed something, I could find it. I thought of everything: the pain of being thrown around that night, the thoughts running through my head as I watched Raab fight the vampire, the fear, the feeling of having all of my blood frozen in my veins when I was bitten... and the empty, hollow feeling I felt the following day, when I laid in my bed the entire day, never moving a muscle. I remembered how I'd been scared everytime I looked in the mirror. The paranoia, the nightmares... the tears, the prayers... the day I gave up... the final day with dad...

Everything.

A quarter of my heart floated around in my head. Everything that I felt that night, and thus, everything I wanted so badly to forget, was just floating on the surface of my mind. That was all I had left to think about.

Half of it was still with my dad. I at least owed him that much.

The final quarter was trapped behind my sternum, empty, slowly blackening. I wasn't quite sure what to do with it. I figured I'd just let it rot there... I couldn't think of anything better. I'd have gladly sold it on eBay, if I thought anyone could fix it up and send it back. But I highly doubted it. In my opinion, it was beyond repair... like Michael Jackson's face.

Suddenly Edward jumped to his feet and the hair on my neck stood straight up. I wasn't sure what was going on; everything after that was pretty much a blur - besides the fact I couldn't see jack shhh... crap.

Edward grabbed my wrist and whispered, "We have to get out of here..."

I had the feeling that he understood more than I did, but I knew we were in danger. He led me quickly down the stairs and we were almost to the door when a loud growl caused Edward to spin me around and push me in front of him, and we began running. I slammed into a wall as I heard Edward fumbling with a door handle.

"Dammit!" He cursed. I figured we were at the back door, considering it was a difficult door to open. Before we could begin running again, I felt myself thrown to the floor as Edward let a loud growl rip through his throat. I heard the couch flip over as I watched the white oval jump up and then dash forward. It came back towards me and I felt Edward grab my wrist again. He made a mad dash for the front door, then pulled me in front of him. I heard the threatening roars come again as I was separated from Edward again. I suddenly had a violent headache and, to my delight, my eyesight began to fade back in. The white oval slowly became Edward, who was crouching infront of me across from another figure. I blinked a few times, each increasing my ability to see again. When my eyesight was back, I could see thousands of times better than I had been able to before. But when I realized who our attacker was, I wished I were still blind.

Crouched in front of Edward was a vampire that I knew all-too-well.

He noticed I was staring at him and said, "Oh, so lovely... You've turned out so much more... exquisite... than I could have hoped for."

Edward growled at him, staying close to me.

"Why do you look at me in such a hateful way? You don't remember me?" He teased.

I felt my blood trying to heat.

"Why, tis I, your good friend Malikai. We met a few months back, don't you remember?"

I got to my feet slowly and took a step forward subconsciencely.

"You, Raab, and I, we all had such a lovely time." He laughed. "You keep such interesting company..." Malikai looked at Edward.

"Stay back, Scottie." Edward ordered, but I couldn't stop myself.

It's HIM...It's HIS fault I'm this thing...It's his fault... it's all his fault...I...I'll kill him...I'll make him wish he had never attempted to turn me into his personal chew toy. I'll show him just how much I've changed...I'll kill him...He'll be wishing he were dead before I even get close to killing him...he'll beg for mercy the way I had...I'll kill him...

"SCOTTIE!" Edward's roar didn't reach me.

I reached for my ring and slid it off my finger.

No! You're not ready for this yet!! Edward's voice echoed in my head. I was shocked that I could hear his thoughts, but I wouldn't allow myself to deviate. I felt my blood turn hot as my anger rose. Then, my bones felt as though they we under a vicegrip.

Malikai laughed. "YES!!" He shouted. "TURN, you flithy bitch! TURN!"

"NO!" Edward growled at me. Put the ring back on, Scottie! Please! Do it for me!

I felt a tinge of guilt, but it didn't register in my mind. I felt a low growl rise up through my chest. I allowed it to come through, and the kitchen and living room windows shattered. It was nothing like that of Edward's or Malikai's. Where their's thundered or boomed, mine was like a sonic boom. Malikai laughed again, enjoying the show.

Scottie, PLEASE! I'm begging you! Put the ring back on!

I felt the pressure on my bones tighten.

YOU'RE GOING TO KILL YOURSELF!!

The bones in my right forearm shattered. I dropped the ring, and fell to my knees in pain.

Malikai burst into a fit of excited, maniacal laughter as Edward roared and jumped at him.

I fell onto my side, the rest of my bones beginning to go under more pressure. I watched as Edward and Malikai fought, but not for long. The pain knocked me out cold. The last thing I remembered was seeing four pairs of feet run past me toward Edward and Malikai.

I awoke hours later, to see a ceiling. I felt something cold under me, but didn't care to find out what it was; I was too busy scolding myself mentally. I recalled what had happened, but wasn't quite sure of my whereabouts. Someone leaned over me and said, "Hey, you're awake." It took me a minute to think about it, but I finally realized it was Alice.

"How's your arm?" She asked.

"Uhh..." I was hoarse.

"Your right arm."

I looked down at my arm, which was rested on my diaphragm. "Okay..." I responded. Although it was still incredibly sore, I could move it, which was all I really cared about. I wiggled my fingers, then noticed my ring was on my left hand. I carefully replaced it on my right hand. I had this weird thing for not being able to stand having a ring on any finger but my right middle. I looked around half-heartedly, guessing that I was at the Cullens' house. But... where was Edward? I began to raise up in a fit of panic, but was pulled back down. I thought it was because I didn't have enough strength, so I tried one more time. Once again, I was pulled back down. I looked up and to the right to see that I was obviously lying on a black leather couch. I tried to roll onto my right side and looked up towards the arm of the couch. Before the arm of the couch even came into my view, I realized that the cold thing that had been next to me was none other than Edward himself.

"Oh my God, you're ALIVE!" I tried to shout.

He smiled, surpressing a laugh. "Sorry, what was that?" He teased.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Don't start on my voice." I was angry that I was hoarse; it made my voice sound funky.

"Did I SAY, 'hey your voice is weird'? NO."

"That doesn't mean you weren't implying it."

He shook his head. "So how are you feeling?"

"Okay, I guess..."

"That's good news... Scottie..."

I knew what was coming.

"You could have killed yourself. What you did was extremely wreckless and irresponsible. You should have thought before putting your actions into play. You should have LISTENED to me, Scottie. You're not ready to go into a change like that yet. It's like you said, you haven't even made the full change yet. Do you have any idea what could have happened to you? You only got lucky because Alice and the others showed up. Had Jasper, Rosalie, and Emmett not been there to help me distract Malikai, and had Alice not been there to get you, I'd have lost you. I couldn't fight him off AND protect you. But we managed to scare him off, and Alice brought you back here."

I thought I might fall back to sleep in the midst of his lecture. "You're like Vivian."

"What? After all that I just said to you, all you can do is compare me to your mother?"

I yawned, and it created a little whine-sound at the end. It made him laugh.

"I'm trying to be irritated with you."

"I guess it's not working."

He paused then said, "I guess not."

I sat up and looked around. I wasn't surprised at how sore I felt. My entire body ached down in the bones, and I was afraid if I moved too suddenly, I would fall apart. I stood up and looked down at him, still lying on the couch.

"Edward, I'm sorry. I just wasn't thinking. I hate Malikai with an immense passion, and the only thought running through my head was - well, you heard, of course. And that's all I could concentrate on. The only thing I could think of to do was allow myself to get furious enough that he couldn't possibly stop me. Now that I think of it, it WAS stupid and wreckless. I don't know what I was thinking when trying to convince myself that I could kill him then and there. It won't happen again... until I'm ready."

He was silent, as was I. I stood there, thinking, until I began to get a headache. JUST what I needed...NOT.

"Edward..." I rubbed my eyes with irritation. "I think I'm-"

"I know." He cut me off. He got off the couch and said, "Lie down; I'm going to go down stairs for a minute, and then I'll be back."

"But-"

"Lie down."

I did as I was instructed and sat on the couch as he left the room. A few moments later, my headache became worse, so I lied down and closed my eyes, hearing my heartbeat pound in my ears.

Atreyu - Five Vicodin Chased With A Shot Of Clarity: "I'm sorry, I don't think it's going to be okay this time. My heart has skipped it's final beat, it's beating me down on the floor. That must mean that the pills are working."