Fuil 'o mo chuislean Chapter 12, a twilight fanfic

Fuil 'o mo chuislean

Twilight characters and universe are not mine, but the original characters, storyline and wording are mine.

Sorry for the cliffhanger. But I kinda liked it. Lol.

Oh what should I do I'm just a little baby,

What if the lights go out and maybe,

And then the wind just starts to moan,

Outside the door, he followed me home.

Shivaree - Goodnight moon

Chapter 12

Bella POV

I had always thought I'd feel fear in the face of my death. But as I watched the enormous vampire in front of me become overwhelmed by the scent of my blood a profound calm washed over me. It was all somehow OK. It would be quick, and it would over, and it would be done. No more running, no more hiding, no more sleeping on the ground or having to beg strangers for food. I came to grips in that moment with not how close to rock bottom I had come, but with the fact that I had reached it and prostrated myself upon its jagged bedrock.

I could even feel it beneath my palms as I struggled to push myself to stand up, doing so only after falling on my ass a time or two. I closed my eyes briefly, sending a silent goodbye to my family, before walking slowly to stand in front of my captor. I could see the tremors that wracked his massive frame, and that preternaturally calm part of brain that had bidden my feet to bring me closer now observed the fine bones in his large hands with detached fascination. At six and a half feet he was over a foot taller than I, proportionate, and currently looking very much like a statue.

Apart from the growling. That was very unstatuelike. It rolled continually from his chest and I fought the urge to place my palm flat against his sternum to measure its intensity.

"Just do it." His eyes popped open, wide black pupils consuming the red irises. "Get it over with."

His hands jerked momentarily at his sides and I saw my own calm invade his body, travelling from top to bottom, stilling him, everything but his eyes, which roved over my face and then the skin of my neck. I scooped my hair away from my shoulders with fingers that should have been trembling but that felt confident. There was a sensuality to the way he zeroed in on the pulse there at the base of my throat, a romance in the way one large hand reached up to bend me to him as his mouth descended.

I felt like a dancer, one of those fine ladies in swirling silks who traced patterns on the ballroom floor with dainty feet, dipped by her partner as the music reached a crescendo. He dipped me. The bastard dipped me and I felt cool, soft lips trace along the throbbing vein in my neck. But there was no music, only the harsh tickle of my heart against my ribs as I felt sharp teeth. It hurt more than I had imagined it would, and I felt the burn as a small amount of his venom made contact with the open wound.

And then he stopped.

"No. No, ye dinnae tell me what to do and when to do it." He'd withdrawn his teeth from my flesh slowly, causing me to wince, and now stood gripping both my upper arms in his hands. There was resentment in his eyes now, and I watched as the pupils shrunk, allowing the red around them to grow.

"What do ye think ye're doing?" He shook me so hard my teeth rattled and my fright reappeared with a vengeance. "Ye think ye can dictate to me? Ye are my prisoner, my human, my singer."

"Well…well you're my kidnapper, my captor, my murderer and I'll tell you what to do if I DAMN WELL FEEL LIKE IT!" I screamed at him, anger replacing fear and shocking me out of my silence quite effectively. "You know what. I've had it up to here with you. Oh, I think I'll kill you now. Oh, no I won't. Make up your goddamn mind!"

"Who do ye think ye're talking to ye pig-swiving slattern?" he snarled, giving me an extra shake for good measure.

"Did you…did you just call me a pig-fucking slut?" My mouth hung open at the sheer audacity. Not only had he kidnapped me and brought me to the ass end of the country, but he had the cheek to insult my life choices, such as they weren't.

"Weel..no." He let go of me and scratched one ear awkwardly, which was amusing given the circumstances. "A slattern is no exactly a…what you said. It's more someone who doesnae care owermuch to wash themselves or their dwelling."

"Oh. Oh that's just perfect. There was a shower on the train. A beautiful hot, wet shower. With soap. And shampoo. And bodywash. So if I currently smell like a pigsty it's because I'M IN ONE." He growled as I insulted his castle. Well, who wouldn't? "And whose goddamn fault is it that I'm not able to take advantage of that nice hot shower do you think? Hmm? Because it certainly wasn't my idea."

"How in the name of God did I ever think this was a good idea?" He seemed to be talking to himself. Until he looked somewhere in midair and exclaimed with a great deal of frustration. "I know verra well she smells nice! Ye dinnae have to tell me that. Again." That could mean only one thing.

"Is he talking to you? Cuch? Is he talking to you? Let me talk to him." With a great deal more bravery than I currently felt I strode up to him and rapped my knuckles on the side of his head; I couldn't reach the top of it. "Cuch! Get out here! This guy is a complete and utter ASSBASKET! Come out here and talk to me damni-"

I was cut off short as Alistair grabbed my fist in one of his and lent very close to my face. I was impressed that he managed not to crush every bone in my hand if I'm being honest here.

"It doesnae work like that. He can hear you but he is not coming out to play. Now you listen here, little human. Ye are in my home, and ye can like it, or not, it's not going to change anything. I've had about enough of your mouth so for the love of all that's holy just SHUT. UP." He stalked over to the large wooden door before filching something out of the leather bag hung around his waist and throwing two objects on the floor at my feet.

"What am I supposed to do with these?" I asked indignantly, picking up a stone and a piece of metal.

"Ye start a fire," he said, looking at me as if I were stupid. Well, more stupid. He shook his head at my confusion and left the room, slamming the door behind him, which I thought probably accounted for the large cracks that stretched along its surface. He'd had anger issues for a while then.

"Singer indeed." I grouched. "If I was your singer you wouldn't have been able to stop." I raised my voice, knowing he'd still be able to hear me even through the door. "I'm tasty damnit!"

I shuffled over to the fireplace and did my best to lay some pieces of wood in a way that I thought might catch light. The stone and piece of metal were likely a flint and iron, I thought, so I looked around for something I could use as tinder. There wasn't anything suitable in the sparsely furnished room so I tore a strip from the bottom of my t-shirt, separating and fluffing the fibres as best I could.

My fingers were scratched and blistered by the time I managed to get a spark to catch the tinder, and bleeding by the time I got one to catch it at the right angle so I could coax it into a small flame. But I did manage it, and the overwhelming sense of accomplishment that I felt at that small victory was worth any amount of blisters and splinters in my hands.

I was cold, and lost, and captive. I smelled bad and my stomach was empty and my hair was feeling distinctly greasy, but I had made fire. I had triumphed over those stupid pieces of rock and metal and created something to keep me warm.

I watched as tiny flames became bigger ones, eating along the edges of the pieces of wood in the grate. Resting my chin on my knees I stretched my hands out to absorb the warmth the fire was throwing off. It was a strange sensation after being cold for so long but I welcomed it. The rest of me was still freezing, however, and with a little distaste I pulled the rug from the floor, some sort of animal hide that I thought might be wolf, and wrapped it around my shoulders.

I felt with careful fingers along the edges of the wound on my neck. The edges had knitted together and left twin bands of scar tissue in an obvious bite pattern. There must have been at least a little venom in his bite or they wouldn't have closed up at all yet, let alone this quickly. Still, they were very tender and made me shiver to touch them, strange spikes of not-pain arcing through my body, so I resolved to leave them be. Bundled up like a caveman, I allowed myself to doze in the warmth of the fire and fur.

I hadn't been expecting him to return for some time so it made me jump when the door opened with a bang. I noticed his eyes go to the fire and he made some grunt of approval or surprise before dropping a dead rabbit and a small knife in front of me.

"Eat." OK, Captain Monosyllabic. Does this thing come with instructions because my food normally comes in chunks, not still wearing its winter coat. I kept my mouth shut, however, and simply watched him walk back out and slam the door again.

I won't go into detail. Hell I don't want to remember the details. Suffice it to say it was a good half an hour before I had a much more naked rabbit cooking on a thin skewer over the fire. Along with a good sized of my innocence that was never coming back again. I don't know what his logic was in feeding me, unless it would mean I tasted better by the time he ate me, but neither my stomach nor my sense of smell were complaining.

By the time the sky outside the slit of a window in the stone wall was lightening well into late morning, the skewer over the fire was empty and my stomach was full. I pulled the fur over my head and allowed myself to finally fall asleep. I hoped I wouldn't dream.

Emmett POV

It was a sober looking party that disembarked the jet when it touched down in London, England. We spoke mostly in glances and touches, no-one wanting to talk about what we now knew, and what it meant.

I clasped Rose to me tightly, not wanting her out of reach for even a moment as it became more and more likely with every passing second that my sister was lost to us.

"Let's find a lounge," said Carlisle despondently. "We still have to wait for Edward's plane to land."

Esme slipped her arm through his and we fell naturally in step behind the two of them as they led the way to the building that housed the arrivals lounges and customs. We wouldn't be going through customs without Edward, so would find a quiet corner to sit in until then.

"Jazz," I whispered, catching his attention. "Is Alice OK?" She hadn't spoken a word for the last hour and seemed to be unaware of everyone around her.

"Yeah," he answered, hugging her to him and kissing the top of her head. "She's lost in her visions. There are too many outcomes at the moment. And most of them end with us all dead."

"I don't like those odds, brother. None of us will give Bella up without a fight, but there has to be a way to get her back and not lose any of the family doing it."

"If anyone can find that way, Alice can. It just takes a lot of juice to sort through so many possible futures without descending into chaos. Even a vampire mind can get overloaded given enough information. But I'm hoping that when Edward gets here we'll be able to make some choices that will narrow down the outcomes for her." Jazz pushed his mate ahead of him slightly as we entered the building.

"That would be a relief," I said as we shuffled through crowds to a relatively people-free corner of the lounge. "This is such a shitstorm. I can't help but feel like there must be a silver lining in here somewhere. We just have to find it."

"That's my guy," said Rose, lifting her eyes to mine. "Always looking for the happy ending."

Yup. Especially when we play Thai massage parlo-"

"Not now, babe." I accepted her swift pinch with equanimity. I'd kinda deserved that.

It took a lot to keep ourselves from drawing attention while we waited for my brother. Everyone was so on edge that we were fidgeting more than even humans would. We probably all looked strung out on something. That shit needed to be kept in check. Don't need to get questioned before we even officially gain entry into the country. Finally, The doors opened and Edward appeared.

He didn't look well.

He made his way over to us as quickly as he could, but there was obviously something wrong. The way he clutched his jacket over his chest and his expression gave the impression of barely suppressed discomfort or pain. This was far from the cool, collected individual I'd known since I came into this existence. He sat down opposite Carlisle and nodded to the rest of us.

"Carlisle. There's something…I think I'm sick." I felt Jasper's small blast of alarm before he managed to rein it in. He looked at me apologetically. No worried, bro; I'm feeling the same.

"What's wrong, son?" asked Carlisle, the worry on his face deepening.

"I think…I think I'm…sick?" The questioning tone at the end of his sentence was telling, and unsurprising. Vampires didn't get sick, but he certainly looked it.

"Can you make it through customs, Edward?" asked Esme. "We can go somewhere and figure out what's wrong, but I think we're attracting attention already."

Edward nodded and we all rose to make our way to the security area. It was peremptory but still some things did have to be checked thoroughly, like our passports and luggage. Money could buy a lot, but secret entry into the country would have forced us to land somewhere far less convenient. Less convenient if Bella had been able to continue her journey, that is. As it was, we were stuck at one end of this big island and she at the other. This was not optimal.

"He's in pain," whispered Jasper as Edward was cleared through customs ahead of us.

"He was fine when he was on the screen viewer talking to me and Rose. Although he did make a crack about something he ate not agreeing with him."

"That's unusual in itself," pondered my brother.

"Tell me about it, man; Edward never makes jokes."

"Emmett-"

"I'm sorry. I can't help it. It's my nature to turn every situation into comedy. I can't turn it off any more than you can turn off feeling people's emotions." I threw my hands up in surrender, not wanting to be on the receiving end of his usual concoction of nausea and diarrhoea that he saved for when any of us particularly displeased him. He wouldn't hurt family, but he had no problem making us feel like shit.

"I know. It's fine. Just, just try, OK?" I nodded. "What I meant was, if that were true, it's unusual. There's nothing that I know of that one of us could eat that could in any way harm us."

"What about wolf blood? The Forks wolves, I mean. Aren't they poisonous to us?"

"No, other way around. Our bite is lethal to them, but to us they taste bad and nothing else."

"Maybe he's pregnant. OKOK! No more jokes, I gotit." I rubbed Rosie's arm as she chuckled into my side. At least one of us found this amusing. There sure was jack shit else to laugh about currently.

Carlisle had acquired the largest suites in the nearby hotel, all three penthouses, and we filed into the elevator. We entered the first one off the elevator and Edward made it as far as the living room before collapsing on one of the sofas as Jasper shut the door behind us.

"Jesus. Dude. What happened to you?" I was thoroughly concerned now. Seeing my brother like this almost made feel guilty for making him the butt of my jokes all these years. Almost.

"I don't know, Emmett. I started feeling a little off while I was talking to you guys on screen and it just got worse and worse after that. There's this throbbing pain and it just won't go away."

"Where is the pain, Edward?" asked Carlisle, ever the doctor. He eased Edward over onto his back and propped him up with cushions. Even he seemed at a loss as to what to do; vampires just didn't get sick.

"In my chest. It started as a little ache but it's so strong now it's hard to breathe. I know I don't need to but still, it's freaking me out a little. Or a lot," he added as he saw my raised eyebrow. I nodded. Edward never used slang like 'freaked out', so the fact that he was meant that it applied in its most extreme definition.

"Your chest?" Carlisle perked up at that information. "Tell me, son, does it...is it a pressure or more like a vacuum? Is it a pushing or pulling sensation, like someone is stepping on your chest or trying to lift you up by it?"

"It's pulling. Definitely pulling. And it got stronger the closer I got. Carlisle, you don't think it's the-" Edward looked alarmed.

"Mating pull? Yes, yes I think it might be. But you've never felt it before, have you? All the time you were with Bella, did you feel it before, even a little?" Edward thought long before answering, his drifting gaze showing that he was looking inward, sifting through memories.

"No," he said confidently. "No, never. I felt love, I felt comfort, and adoration, and friendship. I felt sick from head to toe when she was in danger but I never, ever felt this before."

"Carlisle?" Rosie piped up, leaning out of my embrace towards our father. "What does that mean?"

Carlisle looked at Edward and then at the rest of us in turn, his mind visibly ticking over. He didn't seem to like the conclusions to which those thoughts brought him.

"I think," he said slowly. "I think it means that we may have to face the possibility that Alistair has changed Bella."

"What?!" exclaimed Edward, trying to raise himself up, but the crippling pain obviously held him down fairly securely. "Carlisle no. No he couldn't. He wouldn't. Would he? We don't even know why he was chasing her other than our assumptions about her scent being appealing. Why would he change her?"

"I couldn't presume as to his motives, Edward," Carlisle said, trying to remain calm, and to calm my brother. "But it's the only thing that makes sense at this point. If you've never felt the mating pull before, but you do now, and strongly at that, what else could it mean but that she is now one of us?"

"What about physical maturity, Carlisle?" Esme looked at him questioningly. "Perhaps the mating pull wasn't there because Bella wasn't physically mature while she and Edward were together. And has physically been too far away for either of them to feel it since then?"

"It's a slight possibility at best, my love. She was mature long belong she fled Forks and saw Edward at least half a dozen times. I would have thought that this would have occurred during that time."

"You're right." Esme looked glum. It didn't make sense that this would happen unless Bella had been turned.

"I need to go to her, Carlisle, whether she is one of our species or not she is still a part of this family. I need to know if she is OK. And, if she is not, I need to do everything in my power to right that."

"Edward, you are in no state to fight anyone, especially Alistair."

"But it will get better will it not? The pain, as we travel north? The closer I get to her the more it will lessen, if it is indeed the mating pull that I'm feeling." Carlisle nodded reluctantly.

"Bro, if that's the best option, then that's what we'll do." I shifted forward to pat his hand. We rarely showed physical affection but I needed him to know that I was with him, that we were with him.

"No. No that won't work." Alice's voice floated back from the window at which she had stood silently during the entire conversation, Jasper hovering nearby. She turned to look at the rest of us and walked purposefully to the centre of the group. "If we all go, we all die. Edward has to go, and Carlisle should. Esme won't let Carlisle go without her. And Jasper, you should go."

"What about me and Rose, Alice?" I asked, not liking where this was heading.

"Emmett, if you are there, too, Alistair will be overwhelmed. It's too many male vampires. He will attack...and we will lose."

"So where the hell am I supposed to go?"

Alice looked at all of us and sighed. Obviously she didn't like her answer any more than I was going to.

"Italy."

OK I have some work to get on with so next one won't be for at least a day or two yet. Hope you're enjoying these new faster updates as much as I am, though.