I do not own anything Twilight; I just like playing with Ms. Meyer's characters. They are a fun bunch! I don't own any of the referenced music, art, literature, or such. They belong to their respective creators and I appreciate them and their ability to enhance my writing.

Songs

Mother by Wumpscut

Disintegration by the Cure

Nine while Nine by the Sisters of Mercy

Beneath the Skin by Collide

Mine Eyes by Switchblade Symphony

Chapter 9

BPOV

I pulled into the driveway and sat in the truck in silence. Edward is a vampire, not just any vampire though, a vegetarian vampire that is the man in my dreams and apparently I am his mate. I let out a heavy sigh and closed my eyes; I had so much that I needed to think about. I needed a release; I needed to do something to clear my head because this was so much to take in. When I opened my eyes I saw my path and a smile crept slowly across my face. I got out of the truck and ran into the house and down into my room. I grabbed my large dark purple duffle bag. I started throwing things into it: water bottles, my iPod that Phil bought me, my speakers, a couple of grey towels, my sketchbook, my art box, and my quilt that Nana Swan made me when I was ten.

I changed into a pair of black jean shorts & my black "Within Temptation: The Unforgiving" t-shirt. I really need to get the latest book, they are freakin' epic! I thought to myself. I went into the bathroom and proceeded to put my hair in pig tails. Smiling, I grabbed my bag, ran out the door, and walked to the trail that leads into the woods behind our home. Yes, I had no shoes on but I loved the feel of the earth under my feet. I had followed these trails so much when I was a kid visiting Charlie; I know them like the back of my hand. The deeper I go, practically skipping, towards my destination.

When I was about twelve I realized I wasn't like other girls. Oh, we shared some of the basic traits. I liked to dress up in a beautiful dress and accessories are a must, but for them it was bright colors of yellows, oranges and whites. Me, give me a rich reds, vibrant greens, deep purple or royal blue paired with black or grey tones and I am a happy girl. They liked poofy, I was not a poofy girl! I liked my corsets, tank tops, pleather and leather, jeans ripped in just the right areas…I was the other extreme!

My accessories hold more of a darker side in that I have crosses, skulls, dragons, and other things that the other girls would not use unless it was Halloween. And don't get me started on how they feel about my hair, but I love it! I come to a little "fork in the road". If I go left I go to a little meadow, full of beautiful wild flowers and the sun would shine brightly on my face. While that is usually a great place to be alone, and I could very well vent there, I am not looking for bright and sunny. So I take the path to the right, the "path less taken" if you will. What is at the end? Ever been to a hidden cemetery? One that is weathered by time and has a history all its own, but no one knew about it?

That is what is at the end of my path. There is sun, but it is mostly filtered through the trees. I looked around at my favorite place. Some of the stones are missing tops, eroded away by weather and time. However, some look as if they have only been there a few years, you can tell how the materials to honor their loved ones improved over time.

My favorite spot is a weathered wood and metal bench that looks like it could fall apart any moment. It was made by a man who mourned his wife who died of Cholera; it says so on the bench in the metal. I reached in and placed my speakers and iPod on the bench. I took my quilt and spread it on the ground, careful not to place it on or disturb any of the plots. These are my old friends; they listened to me when I would come here and complain about my mother and father fighting. They never judged me, they never made criticisms, and they let me figure out the answers on my own.

I know people do not see the beauty in a cemetery, and I can understand to some people how it might look morbid that this is one of my favorite places. But really, when you think about it, we do all we can to honor the loved ones who we bury in them. We bring flowers we knew they would love; we create elaborate headstones or place them in beautiful tombs so that they are worshiped as much in death as they were in life. We have people working at the cemeteries mowing the grounds and ridding the weeds so they are kept beautiful, and for whom? Who are we doing this for? The dead? Honestly, I don't think they care. Until I came to this hidden cemetery, the grass and weeds grew and there were no flowers. We, as a human race, take it upon ourselves to make sure that the beauty is preserved, so why can't I, a simple girl, go there and take in its beauty and appreciate what is here?

That does not make me morbid, that does not make me creepy; that makes me aesthetic. I grabbed my sketchbook and my art box, I pressed play on my iPod and the slow tempo of "Mother" comes over the speakers. Swaying my body I closed my eyes and took in the tempo, letting the music wash over me, waiting for the image to come into my mind. I shouldn't have been surprised, not at all by what appears in my mind, HIM!

I slowly crawled onto my stomach on the quilt, flipped open my sketchpad and opened my art box. I grabned my charcoal stick and began my vision. He is sitting there against a tree, much like when he was reclining on the couch in the club, but this time he is sitting on the ground. One of his long legs is bent at the knee while the other is stretched out in front of him. He is barefoot, no shirt, only wearing those damn tight pants from this morning. His chin is slightly raised, but as I start on his eyes, I shiver. I see him looking at me with the same dark desire he had in the club, all predator. Whether he is stalking me for my blood or for my body, I am not sure.

I continued to work, my mind needing to purge him, my body willing to help. After what seemed like a good half hour I sat up and looked at my work, and I sighed heavily. He is so beautiful, so ethereal; I tracec around his face with a clean finger so not to smudge my work. I unknowingly made his eyes green; it is the only color on the pad. Why had I done that? I shrugged my shoulders and reached into my bag and grabbed a bottle of water. Suddenly I was quite thirsty. "Mine Eyes" by Switchblade Symphony came on and I closed my eyes again. I began to sway and the image of a shirtless Edward joined me in my mind. We moved together, fire moving along my body from every point of contact with his. I didn't want to open my eyes, so I continued to move with the vision and lose myself in the release.

EPOV

I had just finished burying my kill under a large boulder when I smelled her. She was here in my woods and not too far away at that.

How had I not smelled her before now? I mused to myself, but then I thought, I was caught up in the hunt and the thirst to pick it up. But if you were thirsty, shouldn't you have smelled her and been drawn there? Then it hits me, maybe she wasn't there when I first started. Maybe she just got into the woods. I followed her scent and was surprised when I heard music. Was Bella out here listening to music? Interesting!

I wasn't prepared for what I saw, but then I am finding that I don't know what to expect from my little gothic princess. She was concentrating heavily on a sketch as she lay on blanket in a CEMETARY! I didn't think anyone else knew about this place but me! This was Alice's family plot! In fact, the bench next to her headstone is one that Japer made in order to come and sit and talk to Alice when she died of Cholera. The townsfolk wouldn't let us bury her in town because she was "sickly" and it might cause others visiting their families to get the same way. It was a long time between reincarnations for Alice, and until we saw the special "light" we didn't know where she would turn up next. So, Jasper made that bench so he could "talk" to Alice until she was born again.

I pulled myself from my musing and watched Bella. She was so focused, moving her body and hands in all directions. She grabbed various utensils and would only stop for a few seconds to contemplate what to do next, and then she was a flash of movement as she worked on her project. I saw her sit back and gasped. It seemed that whatever she was working on had her transfixed. She was touching the picture with gently, loving strokes; this was a personal piece. I heard the melody of "Mine Eyes" begin and Bella stood and began moving with the music. I watched her sensual movements, pulling her from one spot to another. She was poetry!

I imagined it was my body moving with hers, moving together as one piece. Our bodies sliding together, bending and swirling around. My hands moving over her, her hands exploring me and before I knew what I was doing I was running. No, I wasn't running to her, I was running from her. I know, it sounds stupid and I should be there now with her enjoying the moment…but I promised her space.

Jasper was right, I am soo fucked! But I don't want to fuck this up, so I was running. Back to my home, back to my family, back to Alice. I needed to talk to her; I needed to find out what I could do, what I needed to do, to make Bella happy.

I jumped up to my window balcony on the second floor and walked into my room. It was dark and I could smell incense coming from Alice's room. My little witchy sister was up to something, but I was not sure what. I dropped my duster onto my couch and made my way out of the room. I turned left towards Alice's and noticed a blue light coming from under the door.

Ooh, Witchy-poo has got a spell goin'! Wonder if I can come in!

"NO!" Japer's mind yells out. I turn to find him standing at the top of the stairs. "I was just coming to get you, bro. Can we talk for a moment?"

I nodded yes and walked towards him, Jasper looked nervous, but his mind didn't reveal anything. I started to get nervous too and knew it was from Jasper. He has the gift to detect and project any emotion he wants to, sometimes he does it accidentally and we all are consumed with a very deep passionate need to do various things. Once, he was so pissed off at a teacher in Alabama that tried to tell him that General Lee did something that Jasper knew he didn't. Jasper was one of General Lee's right hand men, he knew A LOT about what the man did and didn't do. However, he couldn't tell the teacher that, so he got pissed and accidentally projected it out. Fourteen students were put on probation because there was fighting. They were in Jasper's class and when they got out of the class, one minor thing pushed them over the edges and they began fighting or damaging property. Three couples actually broke up because of arguments.

Now, he was making me nervous and I had to stop and pinch the bridge of my nose. "Dude, you know I care about you, but if you don't stop, I am going to hurt you!" He looked at me for a moment and then shook his head, I felt the tension leave and could look at him again. "Trust me, with all that is going on with Bella right now, I don't need you projecting on me and making things worse! Let's go to the music room and we can talk. I need to release!"

Jasper agreed and we walked down to the basement where the music room was. I went over and sat by my guitar, my Apocalypse. Yes, my guitar had a name. Yes, it was named after destruction. In my defense though when Jasper, Carlisle, and a friend of ours named James, play…we decimate!

"What's on your mind that I can't see, Jazzy?" I ask as I start tuning Apocalypse.

"She wants it this time," Jazz stated nervously. I didn't look at him and I kept fiddling with my tuning.

"Well, it was you last time, so I guess it would be her turn." I looked up at him as I felt another wave of nervousness wash over me. You could see it in his eyes, this time was different. "What is it, bro? Why so worried?"

Jazz sighed heavily and sat down next to his drums, then looked at me. "The thing is, I want it too." he growled and hit the snare, letting the loud noise resonate in the room.

I furrowed my brows at him, again, this is great! Why would he be upset? "I am afraid you lost me again. If you both want it this time, what is the hold up?"

He looked me in the eye. "Because how are we going to make it work if there are two newborns? We would all have to split up so we could effectively keep them both under control…."

"You think the four of us can't handle the Pixie? Sure she is wiry, but I think…."

"You didn't hear me! Damn, for a mind reader you are terrible with hearing things OUTSIDE your mind," he growled. I felt the frustration come off of him, he began to speak slowly and annunciate everything, "LISTEN TO ME! Pixie has seen two newborns. One is herself, the other is…"

I could only stare at him. Two newborns…he said two newborns! One was Alice, which meant the other could be….

"FINALLY! Sherlock found all the clues!" Jazz barked out a laugh.

"She saw B-bella?" I asked. If I could sweat I would be drenched right now. Jasper nodded his head and I felt a shiver run through me. Bella wanted to be changed, she would be changed, and so did Alice.

"Do you see now?" He ran his hands through his hair and closed his eyes. "We are all so strong, and maybe if it was one, we could handle it. But both of them? What the hell could we do?"

I looked at him and thought out loud for a moment. "Well, they both want this, at least Bella will and Alice has already decided. We would need a place in which they could roam and not hurt anyone…."

A smile crept upon my face, the thought hit me like a ton of bricks and I snapped my head over to look at Jazz. He furrowed his brows and then started to smile too. "That is BRILLIANT! I should have seen that!"

I laughed. "Safety in numbers and what better sources of help then women who have already been through this…correct?"

"Yes!" Excitement rippled off of Jasper and coated me, I revelled in it. "A vast, cold wasteland that they can hunt and learn, but close enough to humans so they can acclimate…damn, boy! You are a genius!"

I smiled and leaned back, closed my eyes and realized that maybe the future for a little Goth boy could happen. Just maybe!

A/N: Let me know what you think. I have been expanding my music to other artists and have found some that just call to me and this story! :) If you have any suggestions of artists to listen to, I would LOVE to hear from you!