Chapter 14 – I ain't Gulliver

Bella POV

My senses began coming back in small waves. First came sense, I could feel I wasn't on the cold ground anymore but on a soft bed. Then came smell, I wasn't in a forest but I could smell water lilies and laundry detergent. Sight refused to come yet but taste did come back, my lips were coated not by my favorite strawberry chapstick but I could taste something sweeter. Blood. Hearing came after and I could hear muffled voices but were too far away to be able to pick words. Finally sight came and I saw I was in a lilac colored room that was sickenly girly.

I leaned on my elbows and slowly lifted the rose silk sheet that covered me. I was clad in my black underwear with a large bandage covering my chest above my left breast. I lifted it slightly to see that the wound I remembered getting from the guy at the Band Wars was healed but still red. Touching my neck I felt no wound from Mikael's sword.

I knew it was all a dream!

I stood up from the comfy bed slowly; I stretched and looked around for clothes. On a chase long by the foot of the bed was a soft white blouse. it was thin, well worn and given to me by Rebekah.

So it wasn't a dream?

Wincing a little I put it on and saw it once again covered me until mid-thigh. Since it was long enough I decided against putting more clothes on and went in search of the voices.

Walking down a long corridor I found stairs and descended those letting the voices guide me in a set of double, large doors. Above them was a large portrait featuring three people.

The one on the left was a brunette man with ice blue eyes in some sort of grey uniform, his eyes dancing with mirth and one corner of his lips raised in a smirk.

One the right was a younger man in a suit. this one had brown hair and emerald green eyes. He looked as of the weight of the world sat on his shoulders with haunted eyes and a polite 'say cheese' smile.

Between them stood a younger girl. This one had the same pale skin as the men, long wavy auburn hair and deep brown eyes. Her dress was deep blue and made her look unable to breath the way her breasts were pushed up. Her eyes were haunted as if she was expecting tragedy to hit, like the man on the right, but her lips were raised in one corner in a smirk, identical to the man on the left.

On the bottom it said 'Damon, Lorelai, Stefan Salvatore. 1863'

"Well, Edward did say I have an old soul. Guess neither knew how old exactly"

I muttered recognizing myself in the painting. However the strong smell of vampires in the room had be pushing the doors open and stepping in the room. Every seat was occupied by people and two more were fighting like school kids in the middle of the room.

"You had no right to keep it a secret"

One of them growled attacking again. the other one tried to fight back but the first looked more dangerous, almost lethal as he fought. I made myself comfortable in a large armchair in blue velvet that no one sat at.

Is there any popcorn around?

"Its not her! I met her when she was a kid!"

"I don't care! You still should have told me"

The raven haired one snapped and snapping a leg off the wooden side table plunged it into the brunette's chest.

Ouch! That must have hurt.

The brunette one took the table leg off his chest and bitchslapped the raven haired one, jumping on his back. the two kept of fighting cursing each other in English and a language that resembled the Spanish I was taking at school, probably Italian.

Hearing the song Edward had written me, (yeah, sentimental I know but no one else ever wrote me a song!) I began looking around for my cell phone. The fighting was still on when I located my little phone. it was in the hands of a preteen boy that watched the fight disinterested. Clearing my throat I extended a hand to take it. the boy turned to look at me, his hazel eyes widening before he pummeled his little body towards me sending us both backwards tot he plush armchair I occupied before.

"Henrik?"

I gasped. the kid, that looked far cleaner with his black hair combed and cut, was the same as my 'dances with the wolves' dream, smiled brightly refusing to unwrap himself from my waist.

"Here, I kept it charged"

He said sweetly in a take-an-apple-ms-teacher-lady kind of way

"uh uh"

I muttered trying to hold on the little shred of sanity I had and answer the phone. the vampire wwe was still on however so pulling a Charlie I put two fingers in my mouth and whistled loudly breaking the fight as every head in the room turned to me.

"Back to your corners boys and quiet!"

I demanded and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Bella! Where the hell have you been? I've been calling every hour, what happened at the band wars?"

Charlie kept firing question after question. What do I tell him? Obviously the 'someone staked me and I got transported about a thousand years in the past where I pitched in the idea of vampire creation but I may have just dreamt it all and by the way I'm a vampire' answer was wrong.

or was it?

"I'm fine dad; my cell ran out of battery yesterday"

"What was that stunt at the wars? your mother is going crazy!"

"Well Charlie, when you deal with vampires, you're bound to stumble upon van helsing"

I had a light bulb moment. to my relief, he took is as a joke, to my surprise, he laughed along

"Good one! However you need to calm down your mother. She's ready to hop on a plane and come get you and you know the doctor said she should take it easy"

"You told mom about the band wars? Why can't you keep your mouth shut around her?"

I exclaimed.

"yeah, yeah, call your mother"

He chuckled and hang up the phone. I shook my head at my father.

"Can I help you?"

I asked feeling strangely self conscious, and for the first time I looked at the people in the room. The two guys fighting were the guys from the painting and the rest were Frieda's siblings and Lexi.

The raven haired guy zoomed in on me as our eyes connected and knelt in front of me looking at me as if I were a ghost. well, judging from the painting, I can't really fault him!

"Lore?"

he whispered raising a hand to touch my cheek

"Bella"

I replied letting him touch me. he didn't' seem to hear me as he pulled down the left sleeve exposing my left shoulder

"HEY!"

I shouted swatting him on the side of the head. he looked remorseful then

"Sorry, I had to see for myself"

he whispered so quietly I almost didn't hear him. his thumb was touching softly a small birthmark on my left shoulder that looked a lot like a hickey and served as a background for my tattoo. I pulled my sleeve back up and shook the guy a little as he was lost in space

"you ok?"

"I'm always okay"

he attempted to snarl but didn't exactly work as his eyes turned misty. the more I moved the more henrik wrapped around me. I pushed his hands off gently yet forcefully

"Did your mother have you with a constrictor boa?"

I whined

"No with a werewolf"

He said smartly. I rolled my eyes

"How long have you preparing this one kid?"

"about a thousand years"

He chuckled finally letting me go. I shook my head chuckling.

"I wasn't dreaming, was I?"

"I'm sorry child but no"

Esther herself in a nice modern makeover replied from a seat across the large room. I nodded biting my lip when a thought came to me

"Why did you kill me?"

"You killed her?"

Raven guy shouted and Mikael grabbed a fire poke from the fireplace and held it up to my neck turning purple.

How original!

"You know, Mike, there is something to be said about long staffs. Are you trying to make up for something?"

I snarled looking at his crotch penitently. The room broke to crazy laughter with Esther leading them.

"she is Lorelai"

Raven guy behind me exclaimed making everyone laugh harder.