DISCLAIMER: Yet again, don't own Twilight. . . . . . It owns me
A/N – Well, thanks to SOMEONE *cough cough* Heather *cough cough* you have this chapter way earlier than I was intending. So, enjoy x
Chapter 5
Carlisles POV
"What?!?. . . Bella, what are you talking about?" Was this how I had recognised the girl? Bella looked bewildered .
"I. . . . . . . Seth! I have to tell Seth." All of a sudden, Bella disappeared. I stared at Edward, hoping for an answer.
"I don't know" He said, replying to my unspoken question "She had her shield up." I wondered whether we should go after her, but Edward shook his head. "she'll come back when she's ready, there's no point in arguing with her when there's something she has to do." I sighed, then considered what to do next.
"We should probably take her back to the house" I looked down again at the young girl I was holding. She could only be seventeen or eighteen, barely even Bellas age. "I'm going to have a lot of explaining to do. . . ."
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We got back to the house within a few minutes. It took me longer than Edward as I was carrying the girl.
By the time we were inside the front door, everyone, including Renesmee who was sleeping in Esmes arms, was crowding round us, listening to the rare sound of the girls speeding heart, going at the rate of a mouses. I realised that everyone was staring at me, waiting for an explanation. But Rose broke the silence. "Carlisle. . . . . How could you. . .do that, again?" She didn't wait for an answer, she just ran behind me and out of the house. Emmett sighed and strode out behind me as well, away to calm her down probably.
I bowed my head, not wanting to look into my wives eyes, knowing what I would see there; confusion, shock, and most likely betrayal. Hadn't I promised I wouldn't do this to another human ever again?
I ran up the stairs, carrying the lifeless girl with me, before going into Esme and I's bedroom and laying her carefully on the king sized bed. She looked so peaceful, lying there, her small fringe hanging slightly over one side of her face. But of course, the way she looked was deceiving. She would be in agony. Right now, she was probably wishing, praying for death. At least death wouldn't hurt as badly. Nothing could compare to the pain she was in right now. . .
Ionas POV
I couldn't breathe. All I could feel was pain in my head. Then I remember what had happened. Sam. I heard someone talking in the background. It sounded like ". . . Isn't going to make it, Dr." Doctor? Where was I. In hospital? Oh. I managed to pull my eyes open, and was shocked at what I saw. It was one of them. It was easy to tell. The pale skin, the cold hand lying on my neck, checking my pulse, and of course, he was breath-taking and beautiful. He was a vampire. I remember Seths friend, Bella, was her name? Yes, Bella. This must have been one of her. . . relatives. The man had said I wasn't going to make it. Could I do that to Seth? Surely, this doctor could do something. . . I remembered Bellas second name. Cullen. He was a Cullen. Had I seen him when we had dropped Jacob off the other week?
"Do it! Dr Cullen, change me, quick!" I couldn't believe I'd said that! Well, whispered was closer to what I'd done. I could barely hear my own voice, but, going by the expression on the vampires face, he had heard every word. Would I rather die, or become one of them? What would Seth want me to do? Die? Leaving him alone, or become a. . a. . I could barely think the word. A vampire. Would he still love me if I were immortal? I would always love him. No matter what I was.
Those were my last human thoughts.
* * *
The next thing I felt was a piercing pain at the top of my neck. I choked back the scream that should have erupted from my body. The cold breeze told me that I was outside. There was still something cold attached to my neck. I felt sick. No. Worse than sick. I felt dead. Was I dead? No. I couldn't be. Death was supposed to be peaceful. This was torture. Then the pressure on my neck was gone, and the pain eased for a moment. . . NO! This was worse. Much worse. How was that possible? Could the pain be worse? Well, I couldn't imagine it getting any worse now.
I was wrong. Very wrong. The pain slowly but surely got worse, it was like fire. It was like I was being barbecued. Every part of my body being burned until I felt I was about to disintegrate into nothingness. But no. The pain just kept coming. And coming. Why had I asked for this? Why had I wanted to live so much? Was it really worth this? Was anything worth this? Then an image popped into my head, it was hard to concentrate on anything except the pain, but I managed. It was Seths face in my head. I immediately knew that it was worth this. Anything was worth it if it meant seeing his face again. I would keep fighting. I would endure this pain. Even if it took a week, a month. I would endure it, to see Seth smile again. A song came into my head just then, if I wasn't being strangled by the firey bullets in my body, I might have laughed. I had heard it a few days ago, in the car. It had just seemed like a catchy tune when I heard it, but the lyrics seemed significant now. They made sense.
"Anything that's worth having is sure enough worth fighting for. Quitting's out of the question when it gets tough, gotta fight some more." * I don't own Fight for this Love, either *
So I kept going, for Seth.
Bellas POV:
I stared down at the girl in Carlisles arms. Iona. I felt ill. For the first time since I had changed, I felt ill. SETH! Oh no! What was going to happen?!? I realised that both Edward and Carlisle were staring at me. "I. . . . . . . Seth! I have to tell Seth." I spluttered, barely managing to speak. I ran off, into the forest behind the hospital, knowing the way to La Push easily.
I was there in minutes, and I had hoped that the Quillette elders wouldn't mind a vampire on their land under the given situation. I should have know though, that there would be wolves on patrol, and they would smell me. And, just my luck, it had to be Paul on patrol. He slammed into me, as hard as a rock, squashing me to the ground. "PAUL! Move!" I screamed. He got off of me slowly, probably just to annoy me, and stared at me with vicious eyes, as if to say that I wasn't welcome. Not that I didn't already know that. He nudged me, slightly more gently than before, backwards, towards the border line which separated Forks from the reservation. Separating vampires from werewolves.
"No, Paul." I growled, "This is important. Don't worry. I won't be long I-" Before I could finish, Paul rammed into me again, growling. I crouched into the fighting position, ready to fight if I had to get through, but before I had time, another giant wolf leapt onto Paul, tackling him. It was Jacob, I was sure. He looked up at me, and tilted his head to the side, as if he was giving me permission to cross the line. I nodded back to him and started sprinting towards the Clearwaters' house. While I was running, my mind drifted. I wondered if Louise, Pauls imprintee, knew that he was still as vicious and rough as he had always been. Louise was a nice girl, and you could tell that Paul loved her, with all his heart. I remember Jake telling me about when Paul had first imprinted on her, the way he used to fantasize in his thoughts about her. . . .
Soon, I was at their house but then I realised the time. No-one would be awake.i had to wait until morning.
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(After Seth has returned from talking to Sam, Bella returned to the Clearwaters' house)
I leapt up through the side window, hoping it was Seths. It wasn't. I was in Leahs bedroom, and she was sitting doing her nails. She turned around and jumped when she saw me. Then rolled her eyes, and went back to painting her nails, muttering to herself, something along the lines of ". . Thought I smelled something bad. . ."
"Leah, please, is Seth around, I need to talk to him, now." I sounded desperate, and in truth, I was.
"Yeah, he's in his room, but he already knows. You're wasting your breath." that was a shock. Who had told him that She was going to be a. . .an immortal?
"I'm going anyway." I said, stubbornly. I never knew why Leah had disliked me so much.
"Thought you might," she said, while sighing. "The door second on the left. Don't be surprised if he won't talk though. He hasn't talked all day."
I ran across the landing, finding the correct door, and knocking quietly. There was no answer but I went in anyway, expecting that Seth just wasn't answering his door. "Seth? Seth, it's me, Bella. Are you okay?" I asked in a weak voice. Seth looked up, and his eyes were rimmed with red, showing that he had been crying.
"people always ask that. Do I look okay to you? And why are you here Bella? To tell me that everything will be fine? Well they won't! And they never will be, because she's DEAD!" He began sobbing again, and I went over and sat beside him.
"Seth, you can't think of it like that. She's not really dead, she'll still be the same. . . ." I was trying to soothe him, but he stared at me, as if I was talking nonsense.
"Bella, what are you on about? She's gone. Forever. She died at the hospital. She isn't coming back." I realised then, that I had misunderstood Leah. I had thought she'd meant that Seth knew that Iona was a vampire. No, Seth thought that she was dead. I guess that's what Carlisle had told everyone. How stupid of me. Of course he couldn't have known.
"Seth, no! You're wrong-" but he interrupted me before I could finish.
"Bella, if this is some way of trying to make me feel better by saying that she's still alive, then it isn't working. Drop it, okay?!?"
"But Seth! She's. . . Look, it's a long story, and some of it I don't know, but well, Carlisle, he changed her. Do you know what I'm saying?" I asked, desperately not wanting to say out loud that she would be a vampire in two days. He stared at me, his mouth hanging slightly open.
"You mean. . . .She's a. . . . . Vampire?"
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Cliffhanger, anyone? Well, That's not bad for a few hours work! Anyway, thanks a bunch to Louise, for all of her spelling help LOL, u rock sweetie, and, um, yeah, im not thanking you heather, because u just wanna be Billys Imprintee LOL, no.
