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Chapter 9- Sorry Don't Cut It. Not One Bit.
"I still don't get how the hell you, Nixon Elizabeth Harrison, are changing your name once again!" Hunter joked from the steering wheel. Nixon was planning to change her name to Nixie, since all of us had some how taken into calling her that a show we had in New York, our second stop in the tour.
"What can I say? I'm such a special individual." Nixon retorted with.
"Sure, Nix. Sure. As in Special Ed." Hunter said back. Always the smartass and comedian.
Nixon just threw a pillow at him. Wow. He really is coordinated. Didn't even flinch when Nixon threw it at him. And he caught it too. Amazing.
"Are we almost there yet, Hunter? We need some Tylenol for Jared here. Elliot downed the last ones when we were over in Salt Lake City." I said, groaning. Jared had been pissed off the whole day, complaining about how we had "no damn Tylenol" and how our "bitch asses always downed them down when we had hangovers".
Since Elliot was currently practicing in our mini practice room, and Nixon and Hunter were in front trying to get us to our last stop before Seattle, I was stuck being with Jared. And, damn, he was a very annoying hung over dumbass.
"Don't worry Iz, we're almost at Sacramento. Then we'll head straight to Seattle. Besides, tell Jared he needs to shut his hooligan ass up!" Hunter yelled out, laughing. I started laughing too, as did Nixon.
As soon as we had hit Washington D.C, he started drinking with us. He even almost got a tattoo when we were all tipsy when we were in Miami. I swear, if it weren't for his parents calling just as we were going into the tattoo parlor, he would have a fairy on a flower on his ass right now.
Just then Elliot took the time to come out of the practice room.
"What's so funny?" He asked, putting his lucky guitar pick around his neck. Nixon, or shall I say Nixie, had given it to him while we were in Phoenix, Arizona. I had wandered off for a while, and they had gone shopping. She bought him the pick, and gave it to him. By the time I came back from visiting my old house, he had pronounced it lucky.
"Oh, well our very own hooligan is hung over from being in L.A last night. I'm actually about to go back there to shut him up." Nixon said, sighing. I swear they've fought after each stop. Kind of funny yet annoying now, to tell you the truth. I got caught in the middle of one of their little fights once. Let's just say that Jared might not be able to have any kids now.
"Shut up!" Jared growled out from under his covers. Why, when we had tinted windows, I'll never know. I mean, no sunlight can get in.
"You know what Jared? I have a muzzle! Ok! I will muzzle your ass, god dammit!" Nixon growled back.
I sighed. Nixon bought the muzzle back over in Texas, when we had to shut Jared the hell up. I really hope she won't have to again. He nearly bit her arm off, making Elliot very mad.
"Whatever." was all he said. Good. We really don't need another Jared vs. Nixon fight.
"We're here, my little pirates." Hunter said, grinning, as he opened the bus door to reveal Sacramento, shielded in darkness.
"No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.
It's your turn, so take a seat we're settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt, so much?
I can't decide
You have made it harder just to go on
And why, all the possibilities where I was wrong
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.
'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try holding onto silly things, I never learn.
Oh why, all the possibilities I'm sure you've heard.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating. (beating)
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
Hey, make your way to me, to me.
And I'll always be just so inviting.
If I ever start to think straight,
This heart will start a riot in me,
Let's start, start, hey!
Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh why do we like to hurt so much?
That's what you get when you let your heart win!
Whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
Now I can't trust myself with anything but this,
And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa."
(That's What You Get by Paramore)
"Thank you Sacramento! Want another?" I breathed into the mic. The rush, the feeling, the music. It made me jumpy. As Hunter would say, I was so jumpy, kind of twitchy, and so exhilarated when I preformed I seemed like a junkie craving a joint. It always made wonder if you could be addicted to performing or something.
The crowd screamed back. Jesus. I didn't know we were so known. I mean, everywhere we went the crowds always seemed eager. Like they wanted more every time.
"Well... I don't know…" I said, teasing them. They hooted back.
"Well.. I guess we could." I said, faking exasperated. We started joking around with the crowd during our performances.
Elliot, Hunter, and Nixon started working their magic. Now all I had to do was direct it. (Falling Away by Jupiter Rising)
"Izzy/ Hunter, Both
"Cant you see that its more than a picture
More life than the oldest scripture
Man I tell you this life may miss ya
Play a role and it still may diss ya
For the obvious never felt closer
Till the day that you said its ova
My exposure became your closure
Woke you up like a fresh cup of Folgers
I like it any way
Anyway
I do it anyway
Uh huh
There's really nothing that I really can say
yeah
I'm always on the line
On the line
I'm always on the grind
On the grind
I'm always drifting away yeah
I'm feeling like I'm falling away
yeah
I'm feeling like I'm falling away
People stop and stare but I don't really care
Cuz I'm not really here and you're not really there, there
I'm feeling like I'm falling away
yeah
I'm feeling like I'm falling away
People stop and stare but I don't really care
Cuz I'm not really here and you're not really there, there
I might seem to flicker like a fire light unexpected
Rescue mission from my dark side
Sense swelling up inside realize my open eyes
Higher and higher I am the elevator girl
I'm feeling like I'm falling away
yeah
I'm feeling like I'm falling away
Away
People stop and stare but I don't really care
Cuz I'm not really here and you're not really there, there
On the up and up and the way I go
Bringing the deposit won't stop no more
Never afraid to fully play the game
And I'm bringing down the house and I'm collecting
Greener grass on the other side cutting in pressure can't break my stride
This life is everything this is my anthem
When I close my eyes it still looks the same to me
Shooting high in the sky catching the twilight burning to my memory
I don't care
I don't mind
But its okay
And its alright
I don't care
I don't lie
And it's okay
Ooh
I don't care
I don't mind
But it's ok
and its alright
I don't care
and I don't lie
Oooh
I'm feeling like I'm falling away
yeah
I'm feeling like I'm falling away
People stop and stare but I don't really care
Cuz I'm not really here and you're not really there, there
I'm feeling like I'm falling away
Yeah
I'm feeling like I'm falling away
People stop and stare but I don't really care
Cuz I'm not really here and you're not really there, there"
We stopped. The crowd dazed, by the looks of it. Like a spell was set on them. The song we had played was different from the ones we usually played. Suddenly, they started clapping and shouting. We all bowed.
Hours passed. We left the club, Breaking Dawn, at 5 AM, after some other performances. The sun was peeking out at us, only a little, though. Darkness was still around us. Though, I could've sworn I saw Hunter sort of, sparkle. I shook it off though. Must be some trick of the sun, or just me being tired.
We passed by a pond. The pond was calm, no ripples. I looked down at it. It was like looking in a mirror. Nixon and I were walking next to each, arms crossed. She had on a red blouse, black skinny jeans, and some flats. (Picture on Profile) I had on a black and maroon pencil dress, with some fishnet tights. (Picture on Profile) The guys were out of the range to see in the pond however.
We walked to our bus, where we parked at a gas station. We filled the tank up, and got some food. We had stocked up in Tylenol when we first reached Sacramento. I was driving this time, along with Elliot.
I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep. Not when I was so close to the place that I had ran away from about a year ago. It was September 12, the day before my birthday. Hopefully, all of my Forks High classmates had already gone to college. I had calculated that we would be there on my birthday, at around 1 in the morning. I sighed. Back to the place that I had left. The place that held memories of my old life.
"So, my favorite pirate in the world, are you ready to go?" Hunter, said, sitting in the passengers seat.
"Where's El?" I asked him.
"He sort of crashed with Nixie on the couch."
"Figures."
"Don't worry. We'll prank him later."
"Awesome. Well, lets get this show on the road."
I grimaced, and started driving. Forks, be ready. Izzy Swan is coming.
"Damn it all. How the hell can I not find the perfect coffee at 12 in the morning?" I yelled.
"Happy birthday Iz. Also, just dump it if it's that shitty." Nixon piped up, tugging on her sleeve.
Hunter had insisted that we stop for a "celebration breakfast". Really we just got coffee and a doughnut ,except for Hunter. He never really ate.
"I guess" was all I said as I drank the revolting concoction the diner called coffee.
"Come on! Time to hit the road, my fellow E=Mc2-ers!" Jared yelled. I swear, if Elliot gives him any more Smarties, I'm going to pummel his ass.
"E=Mc2? They're here! Oh my God!!!" I heard someone shout. Shit.
"Run." I said. We all got up and made a run for it. We made it to the bus. I accelerated, and soon we were on the highway.
"Nice, going you asswipe. Could you have shouted that any louder?" Nixon said, smacking Jared in the head. Damn Smarties always made him loony.
I laughed softly as I drove. We weren't that far from Washington. That's when I saw something move, across the road fast as hell.
"Holy shit!" I yelled, swerving as not to hit whatever the hell that was.
Amazingly, I swerved just right, so none of us got hurt. Although Jared was complaining about how he got carpet burn. Whatever. That's when I saw what I nearly hit. I should say who I hit.
Victoria.
I screamed. She looked as ferocious as I remember. Lioness like stance, along with the death glare. What did she want?
That's when I realized. James. Edward. Her. She wanted revenge. I just knew it.
She stepped toward the bus. I stayed in my seat, paralyzed by fear.
"IZ! WHAT THE HELL?" I heard Hunter yell.
"Hide. Now." I croaked out. Hunter came out, followed by everyone else. I heard everyone but Hunter gasp. Hunter just looked at Victoria. What the hell!? He should be scared shitless. I know I was.
Just then, Victoria chose to pick the bus up. She threw us into the forest.
The world shook around me. I heard Nixie yell, as well as Elliot. I was too scared to yell. I let out a squeal.
We hit the ground hard as hell. I heard the windshield crack. A piece of the bus hit me in the head, and my leg was pinned between the seat, and the now crushed front of the bus. I think my arm was broken as well. I heard Elliot (or was it Jared?) let out a cry. I turned my neck and head around. Oh my god. Nixon.
Nixon was unconscious, a pool of blood around her. Her arm and leg looked broken. Elliot was next to her, crying silently. His arm looked broken as well, and his leg had a gash. Jared was also unconscious, and his arm had a gash.
I looked at Hunter. He was standing up, unharmed. What the fuck? That's when I saw his eyes. Pitch black. His appearance was different as well. His skin paler. His eyes black. He looked inhumanely beautiful. I mean he was cute. But now, he looked like Edward. Beautiful beyond words.
That's when I realized something. He didn't seem as surprised when I told him about Edward. He was never out in the sunlight. He rarely slept. He was always graceful and coordinated. He never did eat. When he did, he always ate by himself, always out.
Good God. He's a vampire.
Then I saw the issue. The blood. Oh shit. Then Victoria came , right in front of me. She grinned, and spoke in a high, beautiful voice I would've never have thought she would have.
"Little Bella. Where's your Edward now?" She said, taunting me, somehow ignoring the blood.
"Gone, you loony bitch." I answered back. I was not going to give in to her. No way.
"Hunter come here now. Please get away from the blood. You'll be tempted." I said, sounding calm as shit. Damn. Got to be mellow.
I saw Hunter look at me. His expression changed from hungry, angry, mortified, then angry again. He ran over at vampire speed, and tackled Victoria down. But before he made it, she stabbed me in the chest with her fingernails.
My breathing seized. I knew Elliot had collapsed, as how I heard him breathing evenly. I felt my breathing get shallow, and slower. I felt amazingly calm. Maybe this is what it comes to, I thought. I had my months of happiness. Maybe that happiness wasn't meant for me for all my life.
I smelled smoke. No. Hunter. Jesus. If she killed him, I swear, I'm going to commit suicide before she gets the pleasure to kill me first. I felt my breaths get slower. My vision bleared.
"Good bye you guys. I love you all. I'm sorry." I whispered as I felt darkness sweep me away. But, I saw Hunter coming before my eyelids closed. I smiled. He could save them. He could protect them. I didn't give them their death sentence.
"Izzy? Izzy!" I heard Hunter yell. I slowly drifted, the voice becoming fainter. Then, I felt a cold hand on my head. I felt someone's breathe on my neck. Then, the pain began. Someone bit me. Hunter. He's turning me. He's saving me, I thought. His mouth was gone from my neck within a minute. I heard his footsteps as he made his way around the bus.
The icy, cruel alert I had from the pain jolted me. I opened my eyes, to see Hunter. He had blood on his teeth and around his mouth. He must've bitten the others, I thought. I knew he didn't get that much blood from me.
I shouted. The pain was unbearable. Like being in a fire.
I heard Hunter say, "I'm sorry."
I screwed my eyes together. The pain was too much. I heard the others yell as well.
This must be the price of immortality. It feels like fire is running through me. Ironic really. Fire will be the only thing able to destroy me if I make it through the change, were my last thoughts before I blacked out.
OK!! The last chapter before the epilogue of Musical Closure! WOO HOO!! Now, vote if you haven't ok? The poll closes on the 26th. I'll get the sequel up most likely Friday or Saturday. At the latest next Monday. I'll probably get the epilogue in Monday or Wednesday. Ill post the poll on the Eddie vs Hunter poll on the 26th after I close the other one! THANKS!! I love you guys! WTYL!! (write to yall later)
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