Chapter 8 – Get Gone
This is definitely my favorite chapter so far so I hope you like it. Translations- at the bottom…they're not vital to the story b/c Bella doesn't know what they're saying either, but they are there for you…and answer the question pleeeeeassse DISCLAIMER – I DON'T OWN ANYTHINGHow many times do I have to say to get away, get gone. Go and flip your shit past another girls door. I don't want to hear anything from you anymore.
Why are you here?
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FLASHBACK .
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Focus, no need to do anything rash Bella…I am in complete control…Think of what happened to you…I immediately straightened up.
Soon everything will be over. You can handle a few more minutes. You have enough respect not to ruin someones life the way yours has been destroyed.
I quickened my pace slightly, and raised my head forcing on a slight smile. Hours around humans, tantalizing blood filled humans…
That's disgusting Bella, my concsience said, scolding me. I was starting to get delirious, becoming schizophrenic from constant battles inside my mind.
I frowned looking down while pursing my lips to make sure absolutely no smells whatsoever made it through. I hurried through the exit after making it through the metal detectors quickly due to no baggage. A young man in his early twenties, with an olive complexion, dark hair and eyes held open the door for me. He gave me a small smile, sympathizing…
(one) Deve essere stancato. Guarda l'americano. Probabilmente il malessere da fuso orario. Ragazza povera.… Spending all of my focus on trying not to attack anyone had left me strained trying to block out everyones thoughts. I took some consolation out of the fact that most were speaking a different language and I couldn't understand them anyway. My self control was the only defense these naïve and defenseless humans had.
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PRESENT TIME
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"You're not staying here Bella."
"Who the hell are you to say what I can and cannot do?!"
You got your shot on me and and I'm letting you get away with a lot. So stop trying to control me because I do know whats good for me…
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…FLASHBACK…
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Not being able to say 'thank you', I just nodded my head and sprinted out the door at the fastest reasonable pace for a human.
Crowds and crowds of people were surrounding me. Blocking my view of the street. Your life is at risk if you don't move your ass lady! Of course she couldn't hear my internal curse at her, she just kept waddling along.
Frustrated beyond my limits of control, I closed my eyes. I hadn't had blood or sleep in over two weeks. A headache was throbbing in the back of my head. Dry sobs were climbing up my throat. The inability to cry made me want to cry even more. Another build up of sobs were making me choke.
NO. I couldn't open my mouth.
I covered my mouth with one hand and shoved. Curses came at me from all sides. My chokes escaped my mouth. I inhaled the smallest amount of air through my nose. I dropped to my knees convulsing. It was like there were two people inside of me trying to split apart. A monster yearning to kill every person in the vicinity, and the still human part of me denying my natural food source.
A group of people surrounding me all bent down to see what was wrong with me. Although I couldn't understand what they were saying I recognized the pictures in their minds as the security guard near the baggage claim. Repeating that I was fine over and over, getting up I just tried to find a way to escape.
Someone touched me on the shoulder, speaking in a calming tone. The warmth from their touch made me freeze. Chills went down my spine. Venom was about to pool out of my mouth. My legs bent to a crouched position.
With a single drop of venom escaping from my lips, I turned my head slowly to the victim.
With his eyes wide he took a step back. A picture of a monster invaded his thoughts. It had eyes that were black and glaring. Its features were fierce and predatory. The top lip had receded, almost as if the thing was growling, showing glistening white perfect teeth. Then realization hit me like a brick wall.
That was no monster.
That was me.
…PRESENT…
…TIME…
He was silent.
"You have no right. You have less than any right when it comes to what I do."
How can I deal with this, if he wont get with this? Will I ever get away? He wont admit to being wrong. Well it's easy because there's nothing to figure out;
I just gotta get him out.
Its time the truth was out that he dont give a shit about me.
"Don't feel you have an obligation to protect me because of what you've done," I said barely above a whisper. "I'll be gone soon, so from this moment on consider any connection between me and you, or your family…broken."
He dropped to his knees, cradling his head in his hands.
I turned around saying, "Please proceed."
…FLASH…
…BACK…
I'm repulsive.
I looked down to the ground. The faster I get out of here, the faster it will be over.
The overly helpful man was still staring at me with wide eyes filled with fear. His hand was halfway retracted from when I flinched at his touch.
I gave him a remorseful look. I sprinted to the taxis, not caring if anyone noticed how fast I was going.
"VOLTERRA," I screamed to the driver as I rolled down the window.
(two)"Essere matto. Gela fuori," the driver mumbled.
I didn't care what he thought. If he didn't want to die, then that window was coming down even if it was freezing outside. I don't notice the tempurature, and he'll get to live.
37 minutes and 48 seconds later…
I jumped out of the car and was ready to start sprinting again when the driver began to shout.
Shit. I forgot about money.
"Umm…," I started out. I had no idea what to do. I had no money. Nothing in my wallet but the credit card the Cullens had given to me. Not that I would use it, but it was for American dollars only.
(three)"Lei sa quanto gas costa? Lei non può camminare appena lontano. Ho una famiglia per nutrire."
I was beginning to feel dizzy. I didn't have time for this. It felt like there was a jackhammer attacking my head from the inside, trying break it's way out. My legs started to tremble.
A cold hand steadied me.
"We can't have any trouble in the city now can we," the vampire said. He handed the driver a stack of Suisse Francs and took my elbow leading me around the square and into an alley. He opened a pothole in the ground.
"Jump."
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"Well this is quite interesting," Aro said to me with a sickly sweet smile.
I stared across from me, to the said vampire with translucent skin. He seemed to be ecstatic with every syllable I spoke, with his happiness building. Because of what, I don't know.
His mind was hiding it from me.
He was overjoyed especially at my morbid request.
It unnerved me, and I was disgusted.
But that would not change my decision. This was my choice and I would not back down no matter how demented this man was.
I glared daggers, daring him to deny me.
He unnecessarily began to open his mouth to speak, to tell me his ultimatum, but he was interrupted when an all too familiar growl erupted from the large oak doors behind me…
…PRESENT…
…TIME…
"Well, what I was about to say was that…we really don't do that sort of thing here Bella. May I call you Bella?"
I nodded my head, not having enough coherency to speak because of the pain that had enveloped me.
"I mean…suicidal vampires? I don't think I've ever heard of such a thing," he said while looking around. All of his bodyguards and servants nodded in assent. All except Marcus, who was still staring curiously at Edwards still form.
How many times can it escalate till it elevates to a place I can't breathe? I thought as my body shook at the effort it took to respond.
"Well I don't see what the past has to do with my request now," I choked out. "Surely you can make an exception." My voice shook with effort to hold back the sobs.
"Bella what's wrong?"
Edward got up from the ground and made a move towards me.
"Just fucking go Edward," I whispered. "I've done what I could for you. I know what's best for me. There is no benefit to staying here." How can I deal with this, if he wont get with this?
I held up my hand to keep him from moving closer.
"Aro, if you continue to deride me then I will feel obliged to up and go. If you do not follow through with my request then I will be forced to cause harm and violence to this city which you have protected and had rule over for so long."
I wobbled. The entire room was silent. Well, at least externally.
What did she just say?
She will not get away with that.
The Volturi will execute her for sure.
Ill
idealize, then realize that its no
Sacrifice, because the price is
paid, and
Theres nothing left to grieve
Edward growled from behind me.
I collapsed.
I never hit the ground.
(A/N)-
So thanks goes to Rain4915 who always gives the best ideas and reads over the story and everything else she does…
So far questions have been pretty generic and square so…something more interesting today
When you first meet someone, what's something that physically immediately repels you from them?
For me, it's probably greasy or dandruff hair. I mean when I see people with non hygienal hair I just say to myself, "you need some h and s for that shit…seriously"
Or orange streaky make up. (Shudders) I'm thinking of this girl I used to sit behind in English, just the entire package. I had to stare at the back of her head for an entire semester, and her hair…nasty ass gross janky shit right there. Then there was her face that had sweat orange streaks in it all the time when it was hot out. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH. I'm sorry about ranting but this girl was just a total bitch too and she just was a digusting being. So was her mom. Cabon copies of eachother. Ugh. Okay I'm done.
TRANSLATIONS-1. She must be tired. Looks American. Must be jet lag, poor girl.
2. Crazy lady. It's freezing out.
3. Do you know how much gas costs? You can't just walk away. I have a family to feed.