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Immortal: Chapter 1

by ~bellacullen124

Something was unreal. That was all I knew. Everything was colored too vibrantly while at the same time being extremely dull. I had never seen so much red and that was the part that scared me about the dream. Despite the fact that I knew exactly where I was, I knew that everything was wrong. The walls had never been a bright, bloody red before and neither had the carpet, nor the bed, nor the trees outside the window. It wasnt just that everything was red but everything seemed to be oozing the color. Bleeding it. I reached across the gigantic bed that I had always thought was superfluous, my hands frantically grasping for the comfort from the stone body that I knew was lying next to me, was always next to me. He had to be there. My hand bumped against his cold skin and I pulled myself over to him, mentally begging him to wrap my arms around him. I needed him more than anything, especially in that moment. But he was strangely rigid against me, almost as though he didnt even feel me there next to him, clinging to him. Edward? I whispered, worry flooding my voice. I sat up, staring at him. His red eyes stared past me, unseeing and unblinking. He didnt seem to be breathing either but somehow I knew he was alive, just unwilling to move at the current moment. But more was wrong than just this though. He, too, was covered in the awful red that surrounded me. And there was something splattered against the bedspread, red still but darker. Almost likelikedried blood. I looked around the room, frantic. Thats when I saw her, lying on the bed where I had been just moments ago. Her normally pale skin had an even more ghostly pallor to it and she was covered in blood. There was a frantic look on her sweet, heart-shaped face and her brown, thick hair was in a wild mass around her. Her body was in a weird position, her arms and legs tossed out at weird angles as though she had just fought for her life, and failed. Her neck was ripped up, the skin bloody and destroyed. And her eyes they were the most unnerving of all. Unseeing and unblinking, just like the mans next to me, but also glossed over. Dead. The girl was me. *** There was nothing left for me to do but scream. I screamed like not like I had just seen a ghost, but like I had just learned I was one. I sat straight up in the bed and hurtled myself out of it, ripping the gold comforter off of me. Edward woke with a start but I had locked myself in the bathroom before he could say anything. I was going to be sick. I had been dead. That dream had felt more real than most things that happened to me when I was awake and I had been dead. Not just dead but murdered. And murdered at Edwards hand.

I dry heaved into the toilet, partial thankful that I didnt really unload my stomach into the porcelain bowl. I pushed myself off the ground on shaking legs and stared in the mirror, my worry-wrinkled forehead covered in beads of sweat. I was awake now and everything was back to normal. I didnt see any red around me except for Edwards red toothbrush which he had left lying by the sink. Someone pounded on the door. Bella? Bella, are you alright? Edward yelled. Bella, open the door. Please. I leaned over the sink, trying to keep myself under control. The dream had been so terrifying, so real. Edward had killed me, ripped out my throat and drank my blood. I had been dead. Tears welled in my eyes and a sob escaped my throat. So help me god, Isabella Cullen, let me in, Edward called through the door. I reached over and twisted the doorknob quickly so that it would unlock as I sank to the ground. Edward flew into the tiny bathroom. He stood frozen, puzzled, as he assessed the situation me, on the ground, covered in sweat and freaked out, on the verge of tears. Oh, Bella, Bella, Edward cooed, sitting down and scooping me into his warm arms. Warm? Wait a minute. In my dream, he had been cold, almost as cold as death but not. And that was something I had accepted in the dream, been used to. And his eyes had been red, not because everything in my dream had been red but because they just were red. Another thing I had accepted as if it were normal for someone to have red eyes. I pulled back and stared into Edwards emerald green eyes, not sure what to make of how my dream was now mixing with reality. Bella, love, Edward said soothingly, kissing my perspiration-covered forehead. Whats wrong? Justjust a dream, I said with a tiny sob. Must have been one hell of a dream, Edward said, smiling his crooked smile. I simply shuddered in his arms, too freaked out to do anything else. Want to tell me about it? Edward asked, pulling me in tighter to him and kissing me, his lips moving against mine. You...you I died, I said, deciding last second not to tell him that he was the reason I had been dead. You know I will never let anything happen to you, Edward said. Of course, I whispered. Now, lets get back to bed. You dont want to be tired for your finals tomorrow.

I groaned, momentarily forgetting my terrifying nightmare in replace for being terrified at the prospect of my finals I had tomorrow. The last grades I would get before going off to college. Of course, Edward would pass. I was pretty sure he was hiding from me the fact that he was a certifiable genius. I, on the other hand was, not. You know, Esme will be disappointed, Edward said with a chuckle as I snuggled into his arms. I thought for a second we were going to be able to tell her you had morning sickness. Your mother knows that were only eighteen, right? I said. That we havent even graduated high school? That doesnt mean she cant hope for a grandchild, Edward said. Now, sleep, my love. And no more nightmares? I nodded. Little did I know that the nightmares were soon going to become reality.

Immortal: Chapter 2
by ~bellacullen124

Chapter 2 High school. A jail-sentence that I was almost done with. I was ready to start jumping up and down as I walked into Forks High School that day, the last day of school before graduation to take the last high school test I would even need to take. Despite the fact that I was still exhausted from waking up at two in the morning from an awful nightmare and the fact that I had tossed and turned all night, I was quite elated and only half of it had to do with my perfect Edward walking beside me, his hand in mine. People still stared at us as we walked by, scandalous looks on their faces like we had broken some sort of small-town, unwritten rule. Thou shalt not get married until after you graduate, unless you have knocked up your girlfriend. Youd think that after three months of us being married, people would stop looking at us like that but, alas, no. I was pretty sure that some people were still waiting for me to start showing even though I had made it utterly clear to one of my closest friends, Jessica, that I had married Edward for no other reason than the fact that I loved Edward with all my being. And of course, knowing Jessica, she had told the whole school. Obviously, that had been my goal by telling her, but still some people did not believe me. I mean, sure, it was a little odd that we went and eloped just hours after Edward and his family moved back from their move to LA when Esme, my mother-in-law, decided that she liked the small-town life so much better. And, sure, Edward had broken up with me before the move but that was just because he didnt want me to have to deal with a longdistance relationship which, truth be told, I would not have been able to handle. Still, we were both distraught for those six long months that we were apart and he proposed to me the second he got back. I wanted to be with Edward forever so I didnt care how old we were. Plus, with Edwards insane morals which, admittedly, I shared had been another deciding factor, though only a small part of it. So we had gone and gotten married, taking only his sister and my best friend Alice with us. And, ok, Charlie hadnt been so happy about it, but we were both eighteen so he couldnt exactly do anything about it. Edward and I parted at my classroom, his lips brushing softly against mine. The whispers and silent gawks that we got would have made you think that we had started fornicating in the middle of the hall. While I would be the first to admit that we were somewhat of an oddity for the little town of Forks, Washington, I really wished people would get over it. I slid into my seat in class, praising God that it was the last time I would be forced to sit in this seat. Alice sat at the desk next to me, bouncing up and down in her usual, hyper way. Her short, black spikes bounced up and down slightly around her pale face. Jessica turned around in the seat in front of me, her big, frizzy mass of curls all over the place, already ready to give me the latest gossip. Angela was silent as always sitting on my other side, but she had a sweet smile for me as always. You and my brother are quite sickening sometimes, you know? Alice said jokingly.

Because you and Jasper arent enough to make someone with the strongest of stomachs vomit every single time he comes down to visit for the weekend, I said. Were no worse than Emmett and Rosalie, Alice whined. Theyre the worst. I smiled. Alice and Emmett were both Edwards adopted siblings, taken in when they were young by Carlisle and Esme. The Hale twins, Rosalie and Jasper, were dating Emmett and Alice respectively. Emmett and Rosalie, both having graduated last year, were like the older siblings I never had Rosalie the snobbish sister and Emmett the huge teddy bear of a brother. They were both going to Washington State along with Jasper, who came down to visit Alice almost every weekend. I groaned and put my head down on my desk, all of the sudden attacked with a roaring headache. Are you ok? Angela asked softly. Im fine, I told her at the same time as Jessica basically screamed, Are you prego?! Heads turned our way, all glaring at me disapprovingly. I fiddled with the gigantic ring on my finger, a hand-me-down from Edwards birth mother. Of course that would be the first assumption Jessica would make. I shook my head. Just tired though thats the same thing Edward thought when I almost barfed into the toilet at two this the morning Are you sure it wasnt morning sickness? Alice asked eagerly. She wanted me pregnant almost as much as Esme did. Do you people still not get that Im only eighteen? I said. Between you and Esme well, its enough to make we want to get pregnant just so you guys stop bothering me. And Im sure it wasnt. I just had a really bad dream. Must have been, Jessica said. If its a girl, name it after me, ok? I groaned again, thankful that the teacher had just came in the room and was passing out tests, telling us all to be quiet or else we would all get zeros. Only, he didnt say it quite that kindly. All the teachers were as anxious for school to be over as we were. I was almost excited to take the test just because it had ended our overly awkward conversation. It wasnt until after my final test, five hours later, that I thought about the dream again. That was because I saw her as I stepped out into the cold air outside, icy rain hitting me in the face like cold daggers. My heart almost stopped when I saw her there. She was just a few yards away from me, standing still in the middle of a jostling crowd of high school students, excited that the year was finally over. She seemed unfazed by them, just staring at me. Her skin was a pale white that wasnt natural, a deathly pallor hanging over it. Her eyes were bright red and piercing, angry but creepily happy at the same time. Her dark, chocolate hair hung down to her waist, over the black gothic,

sleeveless dress. In her arms was a something wrapped in a blood red blanket. She was beautiful, a beautiful that I could never be. But she was me. Despite how gorgeous she was, she was me. There was something evil about her though, that chilled me. And her neck just like the me in the dream I had last night, her neck was torn out and destroyed, bloody and wrecked. I took a few steps closer and realized that there was a baby in her arms, wrapped in the blanket. Alice, I said, tugging on my sister-in-laws arm. Alice, do you Before I could finish my question, though, the girl me, if thats even possible smirked at me and disappeared. Just like that, she was gone. My blood turned cold. Yes, Bella? Alice said, sounding slightly worried. The expression on my face must have been horrible. Whats wrong? N-nothing, I whispered, scared my voice would crack with fear if I talked any louder. Lets just go. Something was seriously wrong with me

Immortal: Chapter 3
by ~bellacullen124

There was blood. Everything was red again and there was more blood than I had ever seen, ever imagined possible. More blood than the goriest horror movie could ever hope to accomplish having. But that wasnt the strange part. The blood wasnt the part that scared me, but the fact that I wasnt repulsed and nauseated by the blood was what got to me. I was relishing in the fact that there was so much blood that I was basically swimming in it, deeply breathing in the heady, rusty smell as though it was the most amazing smelling thing ever. Thats what scared me more than anything. They stood across from me, their dark hoods pulled down over their faces. Black caped billowed around each of them, making it appear as though the whole group was being swallowed by a black cloud of smoke. And they were murmuring something, their voice joined together in a low, buzzing throng of sound. There voices joined together until I couldnt understand what they were saying, but I knew they were talking to me, telling me sinister, awful things that I didnt want to hear. I started running. That was that there was left to do. Run away from the people in the capes, from the blood. And thats what I did I ran until I tripped over something sprawled across the rough floor. I picked myself up immediately, scurrying around to see what exactly had tripped me. It was a body A dead body It was my Edward. I screamed. The broken, dead body of the man I loved was lying in front of me, bloody and destroyed. The life was gone from his eyes and his skin had that awful color that you only see bodies get when theyre totally drained of blood. And I realized that the blood all the blood was his. And it was all over me. On my hands, on my mouth, in my mouth sweet and delectable. I had killed him. I had killed Edward. *** Bella, wake up! Wake up! I sat up and found myself staring into the green eyes of my angel. He was alive. He was ok and alive! A sob caught in my throat and I threw myself into his waiting arms, wailing. The dreams had been coming for the last few nights, ever since the first. They were always the same everything red and covered in blood but always different. They were getting worse, darker. Tonight had been the first night that I was the monster in my dreams.

Love, Edward whispered into my hair, what has been up with you? With these nightmares? Please tell me Emmett hasnt been forcing you to watch horror movies these past few days. I know he tries to guilt trip you, saying you never get to see him and that itd be good brother-sister bonding, but you know how you get I smiled at this momentarily, thinking of how much Edwards older brother loved scaring me out of my mind, but that smile quickly turned into a sob. I wished I had a reason for these terrifyingly real dreams. I wished I could say they were horror-movie induced nightmares. I wished I could say that I believed I wasnt going crazy. Somethings wrong with me, Edward, I said, my voice cracking. Seriously wrong. I think Im going insane. Nothings wrong with you love, Edward said softly, his lips brushing against my forehead. Besides, weve always known you were somewhat insane. Thats nothing new. Ha ha, I laughed bitterly, honestly peeved that he wasnt taking this seriously. Dont worry, though, love. I could hear the smile in Edwards voice and knew another jibe was coming. If it gets too bad well, you know Carlisle has a padded room in the basement just for times like this. He keeps plenty of spare straightjackets down there. Im sure we can steal one for you. Youre hilarious, Edward, I told him but it had worked. I was smiling, quickly forgetting my awful dream. Arent I? Edward smiled my favorite crooked smile at me before he pressed his lips against mine. Our kiss quickly grew passionate and lets just say we got into it a little more than we should have at three am on a Monday morning, even if the only thing we were going to have to do that day was graduate.

Immortal: Chapter 4
by ~bellacullen124

Chapter 4 It wasnt until later that afternoon that it really sunk in that we were graduating in just a few short hours. Also, that it was really weird that we had a graduation on a Monday night. It was just slightly strange. Alice held me captive in her bathroom all day, putting painstakingly thorough effort into choosing what I was going to wear under the putrid yellow graduation gown and doing my hair and make up. And while, yes, even I could admit that Alice did a pretty good job on my face, being her Barbie doll wasnt exactly my first choice of how to spend my day, especially after so much sleepless nights and the pounding headache I had. Bella, hold still! Alice whined as she curled yet another tendril of my hair. It seemed like she was curling my hair strand by strand just so that it would take forever. Youre going to make me burn your hair off! Are you almost done? I asked for the umpteenth time. I knew I was being obnoxious and annoying but I honestly could care less how I looked. I didnt need to look good, especially today. Today was a liberation from the death camp they call high school. People never look good when theyre being liberated. Alice sprayed one last thing onto my hair with a flourish and turned off the curling iron. Youd think I was shoving bamboo under your finger nails, she said and we both shuddered at that thought. Well, youre done. Alice really had found a way to make me look pretty. I stared into the mirror wishing I was one of those girls who naturally this pretty without layers of foundation and eyeliner on their faces. Now, this is how you should have looked on your wedding day, Alice said. She would eternally be disgusted by the fact that I had worn sweat pants to elope with Edward. Edward was waiting for me downstairs. He took my hand as I plowed down the steps, carefully helping me balance so that I didnt fall in the stilettos Alice had had to basically strangle me into. Edward kissed me carefully on the lips. Watch the lipstick, Alice hissed from behind me. Edward chuckled but ignored her. Ive missed you today. I blame Alice, I said with a smile. The next few hours were a blur. The school gym was filled with people. Charlie, my father, was sitting in the back. He waved at me when he saw me walk into the smelling gym. I blushed slightly as I waved back, feeling bad for how little time I had spent with him since I

had gotten married. I was going to have to make sure to change that before Edward and I went off to college in the fall. We were ushered into a line in alphabetical order by the teachers. I was towards the front, behind Edward and Alice, bearing my new last name proudly. People gave me looks, obviously thinking about how I should be towards the back of the line with the Ss instead. Edward smiled back at me reassuringly as music played and the valevictorian (the only person in the entire school with a GPA higher than my Edwards) said his speech. Then, Principal Greer started calling out names and the line sauntered forward slowly. Edward CullenAlice CullenIsabella Swa-Cullen, he finished, stuttering over my name. I reached for his hand with one of my own and my diploma with the other, smiling out to the crowd as I started to make my way off stage. My heart really did stop this time. There, sitting in the front row, was me. Everything started to haze over and all I could see were the blinding lights that were aimed at me and her. She was smirking at me, her red eyes bearing into me like daggers. Her neck was still bloody and some of that blood was now dripping all over her neck that was exposed through her low-cut dress. The contrast of blood against her pale, white skin was awful and morbid. She looked down at the baby in her arms briefly and then back up at me to smile a big, toothy, evil grin at me. Bella? Mr. Greer asked and only then did I realize that I had stopped moving. Are you ok? I nodded and hurried off the stage. I looked back at the bleachers and she was still there. She was playing with the baby and sneaking looks at me. No one else seemed to notice the girl with the baby who looked exactly like me. I would think they were ignoring her except for the fact that she was drenched in blood. Everyone else got their diplomas and we stood in a group, throwing our graduation caps into the air as Mr. Greer announced that we were done with high school. Forever. I kind of added the ecstatic forever on my own but I could tell everyone else was thinking the same thing. I managed to throw my cap half-heartedly but it came back down quickly. Edward excitedly lifted me off the ground and spun me through the air, kissing me. Everyone was talking and laughing and hugging and kissing. I tried not to think about how I was going crazy as I was attacked with hugs. Angela and Jessica both told me to make sure that we kept in touch. Esme and Carlisle, Edwards adopted parents who both had modelworthy looks, pulled the two of us into a group hug. Im expecting grandchildren soon, Esme whispered in my ear and I rolled my eyes. Emmett nearly broke my back with his hug while Rosalie glared at me. Jasper shook my hand in his typical, overly formal way and then went to kiss Alice passionately. Finally, there was Charlie. Even though neither of us were all that comfortable with displays of affection, I hugged my dad hard.

Ive missed you, Bells, he told me. Ive missed you, too, dad, I said, tears in my eyes. Im going to make sure to come over more often. Dinner tomorrow? Edward can cook. Charlie took my bribe and smiled. Believe it or not, Edward could make almost anything and it would taste delicious. He watched way too much of the cooking channel as a kid. Sounds good, Bells, Charlie said. Ive gotta go keep the streets of Forks safe now, though. Is it ok if I miss the party? Ugh, the party, I groaned. I wouldnt force anyone to have to be part of that. Ok. Charlie looked relieved, like he almost thought I was going to insist that he come to Alices superfluous graduation party. She had invited basically the whole town to the Cullens big, white mansion. Love you, Bella. Charlie kissed the top of my head and then left. I had a moment to myself as no one was coming up to hug me or tell me to keep in touch or ask me about my plans for the summer. It was nice. Until someone tapped me on the shoulder. I spun around, expecting it to be Mike or Eric or Tyler, just a few of the towns boys who thought I was irresistible for some reason (I mean, really? How could I be irresistible? It just made no sense). Instead, I found myself staring in a mirror. Only, it wasnt a mirror. It was the girl that had been sitting in the front row, the girl that looked like a more gothic, bloody me. She smiled at me. This couldnt be real. I had to be imagining it. No one else noticed her. If they had, they would have been freaking out over all the blood there was around her. And thats how I knew I wasnt imagining it. The blood I could smell all the blood on her. Rust and salt. It was think in the air around her, around us. The room spun as I got nauseous. Typically, it was because of blood that I got sick but this time I knew this wasnt it. I was about to barf because of the fact that there was something truly evil about the girl, the girl who was me. She lifted a finger to her lips as though to tell me to be quiet and the baby in her arms let out an unearthly wail. The next thing I knew, I was in the bathroom over a toilet, Alice holding my hair for me as I threw up. When I was down, I sat on the cold tile of the bathroom, leaning against the walls of the stall. Are you ok? Alice asked me, blatantly worried. Yeah. Of course, I said. Are you absolutely positive youre not pregnant? Gah, not this again! I shouted. Im not pregnant, ok?

Wouldnt it just be worth it to check? I mean, pregnancy tests dont cost that much. Itd just be to confirm youre not or that you are. Im not pregnant! Bella, are you ok in there? Edwards voice came through the door. Are you ok? Alice asked me with a probing gaze. Yeah, Ill be fine, I said. I just I just need a minute. Go tell Edward Ill be right out. Alice gave me one more long look before shaking her head and leaving. I head her say something to Edward outside the door and two of them walked away. Once she was gone, I totally let myself melt down. I mean, I was literally on the ground of the bathroom, trying not to break into hysterical tears because that would be hard to hide. I could seem to get enough air in my lungs and I was completely scared out of my mind. What the hell was wrong with me? Was I really going crazy? Was I going schizophrenic or something like that dude in that movie A Beautiful Mind? But then again, what was that whole thing about the fact that people dont know when theyre going crazy? Was that true? Was this real then? Had I all of the sudden been transported into some B-rated horror movie that used a couple too many bottles of fake blood and symbolic metaphors? And if so, what did this all mean? I was seeing a ghost of myself for crying out loud! What could that possibly mean was coming? There were so many questions and no answers. And the biggest question of all, despite what the answers were to all the others, was why me?

Immortal: Chapter 5
by ~bellacullen124

Chapter 5 My sanity quickly deterorated over the next week. If my dreams and the mirage of myself werent enough to drive me crazy, I was. I was going crazy trying to hide the fact that I was seeing things that shouldnt be there and having dreams that were so real that I was nearly positive they were. And the worst part was that it would take me hours after the dream to finally separate them from reality. I wouldnt be able to accept the fact that Edward had green eyes and was human, couldnt realize that I wasnt a monster. I tried to avoid sleep but theres only so long you can go without your body taking over. And the dreams would come no matter what. The girl was always there now. I was basically stalking myself. Now, that had to be a new one. She was always following me, sometimes in different rooms where I could barely see her and sometimes right on my heel. She never said anything though she sometimes laughed while she was playing with the baby. She was always smiling, though it was a cruel, sharp, smirking smile. Everything smelled like blood around me. The baby would cry constantly but it was even worse when it giggled. There was something truly wrong about the baby. Scratch that. There was something seriously screwed up with this whole freaking situation. Edward was watching me like a hawk. He noticed how weird I was being and every time he left me I almost expected him to come back with Carlisle, who would have a shot of sedative. I would wake up in a padded room with a shrink leaning over me. And I would have welcomed that with open arms but I knew the girl would still be able to follow me to any psycho ward they put me in. She would follow me. There was no doubt about that. It wasnt until a week after graduation that I finally snapped though. Edward and I were over at Charlies again. We had finished dinner and Charlie had put on a game which Edward and him were really into. I just sat there in Edwards arms on the couch, as far away from the unseen girl on the other end. I was the only one that noticed the blood dripping onto Charlies clean, white couch. Edward and my father were cheering about something that just happened on the screen when the girl stood up and walked to the other side of the room. I watched her carefully as she balanced her baby in one arm and dipped her finger into to the blood on her neck, smearing it around. She looked back and smiled at me, almost like she was making sure I was watching. Then, she started writing on Charlies wall with her own blood. Youre times up. Nightmares are a bitch and now theyre real. And then she disappeared. The words were still there, though, glistening red and thick and dripping. I have to go, I said, standing up quickly. My heart was beating quickly and my stomach was in sickening knots. What was wrong with me? And was this real or all in my head? I

almost preferred that I was going crazy because it had finally jumped over the cliff into way too horror movie-ish. It was just a matter of time before someone ended up with a dead corpse on their hands. And I had a feeling that someone was me. I just wasnt sure who was going to be dead. Bella, wait, Edward said, reaching out for my hand but I was already in the hall, pulling on a jacket. The game isnt even over, though, Bells, my dad said. I just I have to get out of here, I said. You can stay and watch the game, Edward. Dont even dont worry about me. But I have the keys, Edward said, puzzled. I said dont worry about it! I was out the door and into the freezing rain. It felt slightly nice though. I really wished Edward would follow me as I booked it across the street and towards the forest. Then again, I also really wanted him to come after me because I was scared out my mind. Not just by the girl but by my own actions as well. I had no idea what I was doing. It was almost as though I was possessed as I headed into the forest. Of course, Edward followed me into the dark, this time succeeding in catching me. He grabbed my wrist and spun me around before we were even deep enough into the woods for Charlies house to be invisible. Are you out of your damn mind, Bella? he asked me sternly. Its the middle of the night. Why the hell would you go gallivanting into the woods? What has been wrong with you lately? Nothing, Edward, I snapped, talking through my teeth. Let. Me. Go. Just because Im married to you, that doesnt give you any reason to yell at me. Youre going to end up killed by a wild animal or something, Edward said. I think that gives me a right. Im trying to protect the only thing that matters to me in life. Is that such a crime? If you knew exactly what was going on with me, you wouldnt love me, Edward, I said, tears stinging at my eyes. What are you talking about? Dont tell me this is about you going crazy. Those dreams mean nothing. Its not just the dreams, Edward! Ive been seeing things as well. Ive been seeing me. A ghost me, I said slowly, annunciating everything slowly so that it sunk in. She just wrote something on Charlies wall in her own freaking blood! I am going crazy, Edward! I was sobbing. Edward pulled me into his arms and ran his hands through my long, brown hair, comforting me.

Theres got to be some logical explanation, love, he said. There has to be. But there isnt, Edward, I cried. What the hell could possibly explain this? Oh, Bella. Its ok. Its ok. I lifted my face so that I was looking into his green eyes. Edward, I But I never got to finish my thought. I dont even remember what I was going to say. If I had thought the first time I had one of the horrid nightmares was when my life suddenly did a one-eighty onto an awful path, I had been wrong. That moment in the woods was really when it all came collapsing down. The last week and a half had just been a prelude to the real horror. A horrible growl echoed around us. It was beastly but strangely feline but also human at the same time. A dark figure came bolting out of the trees behind us, knocking down a few smaller ones with the sheer force it possessed. It was coming right towards us and Edward threw me to the ground, putting himself in its path. It rammed into him and the two of them slammed into a tree. I screamed as I saw it bite Edwards neck, as the smell of blood was everywhere. Screaming and shouting with all I had, I jumped onto the monsters back. It was like I was in one of my nightmares. Everything swarmed with red as I smelled Edwards blood and as the monster tried to kill him. I slammed my fist against the things neck with all my might, trying to find that spot where it will kill someone if you hit it hard enough because you disconnect the brain stem or something. I didnt really pay that well of attention in Biology but I knew it should kill him. The thing roared and tossed me to the ground. My head hit the hard dirt and my neck snapped back. Everything went black and when I came to a few minutes later, the thing was gone and I was covered in something wet and sticky. There was an annoying, wailing sound piercing through the air and my head hurt. I heaved myself up and saw the body lying next to me. Thats when it hit me. The sticky stuff was blood and it wasnt my own. Edward? Edward! I shrieked. The body groaned, moving slightly. Bella? He sounded so weak. Edward, I sobbed. Bella. I saw Edwards eyes roll back into his head and I knew he wasnt moving anymore. I started screaming, crying out for help while I clutched, shaking him and begging him to come back to avail. I always thought it was ridiculous in movies when the heroine cries for her dead lover to come back even though theyre obviously dead and they wont come back. I thought it was just stupid because it wasnt going to help. But there I was, doing the exact same thing over the body of my husband.

Then, hands were grabbing me and pulling me away from Edward. I kicked and screamed until I realized it was paramedics. The sirens. An ambulance. The next few minutes were a blur as I was loaded onto a stretcher along with Edwards body. The paramedics did what they could but it was no use. We were driving to the hospital, the sirens screeching, as I heard someone call the death of my husband. His life was over. And so was mine.

Immortal: Chapter 6
by ~bellacullen124

Chapter 6 Edward was dead. Edward was dead. Edward was dead. That was all I could think of as I sat in the hard plastic chairs in the waiting room of the hospital. Edward was dead. I had already been checked out and given the ok but they had asked me to wait around for my family to come pick me up. Edward was dead. And I needed to identify the body one last time. Edward was dead. I should have been dead too. I should have been lying in a black back on a table next to my Edward. There was nothing left in life for me so why couldnt that monster have killed me as well? Would that have been so much to have asked for? Mrs. Cullen? He was dead. He was dead. I would never see him smile again or him tell me that he loved me. He was gone. He had died in my arms. Mrs. Cullen? Maybe I should have just gone and jumped off a cliff and gotten it over with. That was all that was left for me. Death. Ms. Swan? My head snapped up and I finally noticed the doctor sitting next to me, calling my name that I still wasnt used to. Was it fair that I was widowed so soon after getting married that I wasnt used to my new name? Any other time, the doctor would have been hansom I suppose, but right then he looked like a demon bearing more bad news. Mrs. Cullen, the doctor continued now that he had gotten my attention. I must talk to you about something. Did you and your He paused for a minute and cleared his throat. Have you and your husband had unprotected sex lately? I blushed. What was he asking me? No, Doctor, I said. Edward and I are I mean, we were always very careful. A sob caught in my throat making my voice crack as I realized I was going to have to change the tense of everything now now, that Edward was dead. Are you sure? The doctor gazed at me intensely. I have reason to believe that you are pregnant from when I was checking you out. Would you mind taking a test? Is this some kind of cruel joke, doctor? I snapped, tears welling at my eyes. My husband just died. He died! I cant be pregnant.

I know this is hard for you which is why I didnt check further on my suspicions before asking you but I insist you take a test, the doctor said. Its for the babys safety as well as your own. How did doctors learn to be so cruel and detached? I cried just watching movies where people died. How could this doctor sit here and act like the most horrible thing in my life was the fact that I might be pregnant when in reality my husband just died? There is no baby, I hissed. Im not pregnant. Now, please, will you leave me alone? Mrs. Cullen, I must Bella! I turned and saw Esme and Alice coming across the room, their arms already wide open and tears on their faces. I collapsed into them and we all sobbed. Sobbed for the loss of a son, a brother, a friend, a husband. Hes dead, Esme, I wailed. How can he be dead? He was fine a few hours ago and now hes dead. I cant live without him. We just stood there and cried for a while. What else is there to do when the world loses someone like Edward? Theres nothing that compare to that. I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest and thrown on the ground. Mrs. Cullen? a different doctor from earlier said, coming up behind us. Which one? Esme asked. Bella? the doctor said. Thats me, I whispered breathlessly, trying to wipe tears from my face. Mrs. Cullen, we need you to come and identify your husbands body one last time, he told me. I nodded and looked back at Esme. Do you want to come with me? If you dont mind, Id prefer remembering my son the way he was, Esme said, giving me another tight hug. Will you be ok? I bit my lip and nodded against, tears pricking at my eyes. He was dead. Edward was dead. My life was dead. Each step was an effort. I wanted to curl up in a ball and just give up. What was going to be the point of life anymore? I was widowed at eighteen. My one and only love was dead. Lifes pointless without love and I was never going to be able to love or be loved again. I clutched my arms against my chest as though I was holding myself together, holding the sobs in so that I didnt scare the poor doctor that had the unpleasant task of leading me to the morgue. The door to the morgue opened and a man walked out, sweeping past me. For a moment, his

eyes caught mine and I could have sworn his irises were a bloody red color. Relief washed over me. This was another one of my oddly-realistic dreams. It wasnt real. Edward wasnt dead. Any moment, I would wake up and hed be there, ready to kiss my forehead and tell me it wasnt real. But I wasnt waking up. The doctor was still holding the door to the morgue open and giving me a pitiful look. My eyes were still stinging with unshed tears that I was trying to hold in and my chest was threatening to rip open. It was like a horror movie inside the room. The room was dark and everything was washed in red light. There was a blue cloth over what was obviously a body that was laid on a table in front of me. There were a bunch of plates with awful, sharp tools. A silver bowl with I dont even know what was laying across the room. My knees weakened under me and I could feel the doctor placed a hand under my elbow to steady me as another morgue attendant pulled back the sheet over the bodys face. I turned away to look at the doctor, who nodded towards the body. I looked and there was Edward. The blood had been cleaned off of him and now he just looked like wax figure laying on the table. Thats him, I gasped through the lump in my throat. I wondering if I could be fast enough to grab one of the sharp, dangerous items sitting next to me and stab through an artery before the doctor could stop me. Then again, a hospital wasnt really the best place to attempt suicide. Theyd be able to fix me up before I managed to bleed to death. Thats Edward. The doctor nodded. Ill give you a moment if you want it. I just nodded. The doctor went to the other side of the room and started talking to the attendant in a hushed voice. My knees gave out and I found myself sobbing into Edwards chest. He was cold but that didnt matter. All I could think about was how this was the last time Id ever be able to touch him, dead or not. Sure, thered be the funeral but this was truly the last time. I reached up and wiped some of his bronze hair out of his face. He looked almost peaceful. Even in death, he still looked perfect, like an angel. And now he was dead. I leaned down and kissed his cold, still lips one last time. Edwards eyes shot open and he gasped, a shocked look on his face. I thought for a moment I was imagining things, like the one guys red eyes. Then I realized that Edwards green eyes were staring into mine and he was trying to sit up. I could feel his heart racing in his chest from where my hand arm was resting on him and he was really alive. Edward? I asked. Bella, he gasped. And then the doctor was across the room, shooting something into the IV that was still hanging over Edward. The attendant grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the room while I struggled against him, reaching out for Edward. The attendant shoved me out of the room and stood guard in front of the door. The doctor came out moments later, a shifty look in his eyes. Hes alive, I gasped. Hes alive. Get him out of the morgue. Hes alive!

No, Bella, hes not, the doctor told me. And youll do well to forget about this. He is, I said. He was breathing and his heart was beating and and and he said my name. No, that was er, that was a natural reflex that sometimes happens, the doctor said, his dark eyes flashing red. This time I knew I wasnt seeing things. Hes dead, Bella. Dont get any ideas because hes not coming back. Now, good day. The doctor strode down the hall. My breath caught in my throat and the sobs came again. I sank down to the floor, leaning against the wall for support. Edward was alive. He had to be. HE HAD SAID MY NAME! He was alive. No, he couldnt be. I had seen him die. He had been dead for three hours now. People could be brought back to life after just a few minutes, but not a few hours. It was impossible. The doctor was right. I had to forget about it. The only meaningful thing in my life was gone.

Immortal: Chapter 7
by ~bellacullen124

Chapter 7 What do you mean closed casket? The funerals tomorrowwhy werent we informed of this sooner? Esme was barking into the phone, trying to figure out the final arrangements for the funeral. No, noyes, I understand.yes, thank you. Goodbye. She hung up the phone and started to sob, something we had all been doing way too much in the past few days. Tears stinging at my eyes, I went over and sat on her lap, wrapping my arms around her neck, something I always did with my mom when she was sad. Esme was enough like a second mother to me that this wasnt weird at all. She sobbed into my shoulder and I tried to hold in my tears, keeping them for a different time. Whats going on with the funeral? I asked softly after she was done crying. It its going to be a closed casket now, Esme said, mopping up tears with the palm of her hand. They say the mortician told me that the damage down to Ed Edwards f-face was irreparable. Something we dont need to see, they said. And I was rather hoping well, in need really, of closure. I need to know that hes not going to walk through the door again, smiling and saying its another joke that him and Emmett played. Im sure you need the same thing. I nodded, keeping quiet about what I had encountered in the hospital. Though I knew I was going crazy and that I couldnt trust myself anymore, I needed to know he was dead more than anything. I had to be sure or else this whole thing would hurt even more. And damage to Edwards face? That was something I didnt remember at all. Edwards face had been absolutely fine, nothing wrong at all. There was something exceedingly fishy about this whole situation, whether I was going crazy or not. I was just sure Id be long gone before Id have to bury any of my children, especially Edward, Esme said, her voice thick as though she was trying to hold back more sobs. And if anyone, I thought it would be Emmett because he can be so stupid and reckless. Not that that means Im playing favorites I dont want any of my children dead. And then she was sobbing again. This time I allowed myself to cry as well. I wish it was me, I said with a sniffle. That would have been so much easier on everyone. Dont even think that, Bella, Esme snapped. Youre just as much one of my children now. It would have been the same pain. And just imagine how awful that would have been for Edward. He really did love you, Bella, more than Ive ever seen him love anything before. You were his life. And he was mine. Really, Esme, how am I supposed to live like this? I truly cannot live without him.

When death occurs, weve all got to find a way to keep living, Esme said. But none of us will ever truly be the same. Thats what death does. It rips out a part of you along with person it took. The real strength is found those who can survive the death of the ones you love. Please, Bella, I cant lose another one of my children. I nodded as Alice called, Bella! I have something for you! Her voice had her usual cheerfulness but there was a note in it that let me know it was forced. Still, her forced happiness was the only thing keeping everyone else in the house from going crazy and keeping me from going off the deep end that I was already close enough to. I stood up and walked into the hall, Alice prancing towards me with a paper grocery bag in her hands. She pressed it into my hands and gave me a smile. Please, was all she said. I opened the back and peered in. What I saw made my blood boil and my eyes prick even more. Dammit, Alice, no! No! I screeched at her, throwing the box back at her. Im not frickin pregnant! Bella, just check, Alice said. Edward would want you to find out at least, for your safety and the hypothetical babys as well. If youre so sure youre right, you have nothing to worry about. Just check. Alice, Im already eighteen and a widow, I yelled. I dont want to add single mother to that list! I cant! Im not pregnant! Just keep the test at least, Alice begged. Just think about it. Please. I shook my head but clutched the bag with the pregnancy test tighter to my chest. Id keep it to make her happy, but I wouldnt use it. I didnt need to. I wasnt pregnant. Ok, Alice, I said, heading upstairs. It wasnt until I was upstairs until I allowed myself to start crying again. Despite everything I had been telling everyone, I wasnt sure I wasnt pregnant. I was late, even more emotional than normal, and having morning sickness. But I couldnt let my worst fear be confirmed. I really couldnt be a single mother. If my husband had abandoned me, it would be different. Edward didnt abandon me, though. He had died. Or been kidnapped. I wasnt really sure which yet. Was it too much to hope that Edward was still alive? That the doctor had been lying? Or that I wasnt hallucinating? Which was most likely the case. I mean, I had been seeing things a lot recently a whole lot more than I should have been. So there really was no chance that the whole thing in the morgue had been real. I had been imagining things, wistful thinking brought on by the fact that I didnt want to be a widow at eighteen and lose the only thing in my life I had ever truly loved. And what if Edward was alive? What then? What was going on? Why would anyone want to

fake his death and kidnap him? It just didnt make sense. Edward didnt have any enemies except for a few of the insecure boys from school who were sure they were in love with me, but even they wouldnt do something like this. The fact that I was even considering that he was alive proved I was crazy. I really did need to be locked up.

Immortal: Chapter 8
by ~bellacullen124

Chapter 8 Bella. My Bella. Isabella. Cold air wafted across my cheek and I shivered, rolling over and clutching the comforter closer to me. He couldnt be here. He wasnt here. Bella. I was imagining things again. Yes, thats all it was. A realistic dream brought on by wistful thinking. There was no way he could be there. Then again, it was a nice hallucination, much better than any of the other ones Ive had. Maybe if I ignored it, he would stay. At least, that was my reasoning at the time. Cold fingertips brushed against my face. My love, wake up. I sat up and my heart almost stopped as I realized there was an angel sitting across from me. There was no other explanation for how he was here or why he looked like he did. Despite how dark it was, I could see how much he had changed. His eyes shone though they were no longer the emerald color I loved. They were a steely black, but the edges were a bloody red. Though he had always been pale, his skin was now a cold pearly white. There were dark circles under his eyes yet he was more gorgeous than ever before. I threw myself into his arms before I could stop myself, locking my lips onto his. If this was a hallucination or a dream or anything of the sort, I never wanted it to end. I had Edward back in my arms. Oh, if only it was real. Edward pushed me away after a second but didnt let go of me. His body was so cold against mine but it left me feeling on fire instead of freezing. Love, Ive missed you too more than you can imagine but now is not the time for that, he said. Theyre coming for you, Bella. They want you. You have to make sure you dont listen to them. They want you to think Im dead but youve got to listen to me. Im alive, Bella. Theyre going to want to make you think this isnt real and that Im dead but you have to know that it is real. Im here. Im alive and you cant let anyone make you think any different. He was grasping my arms tightly, his hands easily wrapping all the way around them. I cried out in pain as I realized just how hard he was holding me. When he realized that he was nearly breaking my arms, he let go of me and went to the other side of the room. I followed him quickly, clambering awkwardly out of the bed in my typical klutzy way. Edward, please tell me whats going on, I said. Im so confused. Why do they want me to think youre dead? Who are they?

Ive already said too much, he told me, his eyes dark and cold. I love you, Bella, and Im still alive. Dont forget either of those things. Dont let anyone convince you any different. Then, after he planted last hard kiss on my mouth that left my lips tingling, he climbed out the open window and disappeared into the darkness. I stood and stared out the window for a while, just crying because there was nothing else left to do. Bella? Bella! Edward! I cried. Bella, wake up! I bolted awake. Edward was calling my name again. Much to my disappointment, I found Alice sitting on the end of my bed instead. Oh, Alice! He was here! Edward was here. Hes alive! Bella, Alice whispered, looking shocked. Oh, Bella, it was just a dream. As her words sunk in, I started to cry again, adding wetness to my cheeks that I had already tear-stained in my sleep. Phantom pain was shooting through my arms from where there should have been hand-shaped bruises but that I now knew did not exist. How I wished they existed. Oh, Bella, please dont cry, Alice said, her eyes wide. Please, not yet. Today is going to be hard enough as it is. Please or else Im going to And then she was sobbing as well. Thats when I remembered. The funeral. It was today. That explained Alices dreary black outfit and her makeup-less face. I pulled the tiny, crying girl into my arms and just hugged her. I was being totally selfish about this whole situation and I hadnt even stopped to consider how much Edwards death had effected Alice. She had known him so much longer than I had, having grown up with him. I hadnt even thought about her, especially since she was always acting happy still. Obviously, it was all an act to keep the rest of us from melting down even more. Edward didnt deserve this, Alice cried. He was one of the greatest people Ive ever met. He didnt deserve to die this young. I wish it were me, I said for the second time in two days, crying also. I really, really did wish it were me. Dont say that, Bella, Alice snapped. I just lost my brother. I cant even imagine losing my best friend as well. She got up and wiped her eyes. Now you should get ready. Were leaving in thirty minutes. With one last loud sniff, she left the room. I got up, not even bothering to look in a mirror as I pulled on the black clothes I had laid out the night before and tugged my massive frizz of hair

into a ponytail. I no longer had anyone to look good for so I no longer cared if I looked good. Besides, I was going to my husbands funeral. No one was going to say anything about how I looked if they had one ounce of decency. It was time to go bury my husband, the husband I wasnt even sure was dead. Then again, that might have been the schizophrenia that I was sure I was producing talking.

Immortal: Chapter 9
by ~bellacullen124

I headed downstairs to find my family waiting. Esme had her arm wrapped around Carlisles waist, Carlisle who looked like he hadnt slept since Edward had died a week ago. Jasper was there, diligently holding Alices hand while she stared blankly out into space. Emmett was sitting alone on the couch, looking rather distraught for obvious reasons, and I wondered where Rosalie was. And then there were my parents, Charlie and Renee, talking in hushed voices in a corner. Renee, who had met Edward only twice, looked especially worried. They both stopped their conversation when they noticed me at the bottom of the stairs. The whole atmosphere of the room made me want to start crying again. Oh, Bella! Renee cried, rushing over to hug me. I clung to my mom tightly, not able to believe that I hadnt seen her in six months. Im so sorry I cant believe oh my god! Yeah, mom, I said, yet another lump in my throat. Same here. Ready? I heard Rosalie say sadly as she walked into the room. I pulled away from my mom to see the perfect blond go over to Emmett, her blood red lipstick freshly applied. We got to the church way too quickly and had to stand outside the building, greeting people, thanking them for being there in our time of need, saying Edward would have appreciated them being here, yada-yada. I couldnt bear to see everyones sadness about Edward dying and the pity in there eyes for me, the eighteen year old widowed girl. I watched as the hearse pulled around the back of the church, its tinted windows perfectly reflecting our sad expressions as it drove passed us. I had a strange impulse that I couldnt refuse and I tapped Alice on the arm. Im going to the bathroom. Ill be right back. I walked through the church to the back, standing behind a glass window. I watched the hearse park by the dumpsters. The doctor who had been with me in the morgue hopped out of the back, now dressed as a mortician. He and a few other men pulled a sleek black coffin out of the long car. Three of them, the doctor included, looked quite alike with pale skin and dark circles under their eyes. The third was scrawny and looked excessively nervous. Now was my last chance to figure out whether or not Edward was alive. Open the coffin, I ordered, stepping outside and into view. The nervous man jumped, nearly dropping his corner of the coffin, but the three other men remained perfectly composed and unsurprised, as though they were expecting me. We cant do that, Mrs. Cullen, the doctor/mortician/God-knows-what told me. Yes, you can, I said firmly. So open the coffin.

Mrs. Cullen, we really cant, the doctor said, his eyes flashing red. His voice sounded even but I could tell he was getting annoyed. The damage to your husbands face was irreparable. Thats not something youll want to see. God damn it, I screamed. What the hell is going on? Ive seen his body. There was nothing wrong with his face! Now open that freaking coffin! Mrs. Cullen, please dont make me have to call the police. Thats not something youre husband would want at his funeral. At the mention of the police, the fourth man let out a tiny squeak. He had already been sweating bullets and his arms were strained under the weight of Edwards casket, unlike the three other men who were having no problem holding it up. He dropped his corner and it hit the ground, the lid popping open. The doctor closed it quickly, but I had long enough to see the body inside. The body was not Edwards. My husband was alive!

Immortal: Chapter 10
by ~bellacullen124

Chapter 10 I was running through the forest, my bare feet pounding against the rough ground. My heels were dangling from my hand, swinging back and forth and beating against my leg. I was soaking wet, my hair clinging limply to my face. My black skirt was uncomfortably wet against my legs and my feet were numb and blistered and cut, covered in mud. I had been running for a few hours now, ever since I had seen that the body in the coffin was not my Edwards. No, thats was wrong. I had actually gone into the bathroom first and lifted up the sleeves of my shirt, checking my arms for bruises. And sure enough, there were two hand-shaped bruises wrapping around my upper arms, even more proof that Edward really had been there this morning. It wasnt a dream and it wasnt me going crazy. He really had been there! And then, after seeing the bruises, I had started running. I didnt know where I was or even really what I was doing. I was just running away, away from the funeral that was dead set on burying what was supposedly my alive husbands body but wasnt really his body. If there was ever a more messed up sentence, I cannot think of one. Of course, no one knew he was alive but me. But I couldnt have just stayed there while everyone mourned Edward. How could I mourn him when I was too ecstatic over figuring out he was still alive? I couldnt act sad and I couldnt tell anyone what I was so happy because they would think I was mentally unstable with grief. How are you so sure youre not crazy? A little, doubting voice in the back of my head asked. So what if it wasnt his body? How do you know youre not imagining the bruises as well? How does any of this mean hes alive? No! He was alive and I knew it. I had seen him wake up in the morgue. I had seen the body in the coffin wasnt his. The bruises really were there. I wasnt imagining any of this. He had been in my room that morning for heavens sake! Hadnt he? Had I really accepted all this as reality and not insanity? That I wasnt going crazy or schizophrenic? Because what if that voice was right? What if the bruises werent there? What if I had just thought the body in the coffin wasnt his? And even if Edward was alive, how did that explain everything else? The dreams? The girl who was me? Neither of those made any sense or even seemed to have a connection with Edward. Maybe Edward was alive but I was still going crazy in other senses of it. But I wasnt going crazy! I just knew I wasnt! I could tell that there was an at least somewhat understandable explanation for all of this and that Edwards death was connected with the dreams and visions I was having. Besides, isnt there that whole thing about crazy people never knowing theyre gong crazy? I was showing symptoms of schizophrenia and I accepted that I was but that wasnt it. I wasnt crazy! I pushed myself faster, my legs screaming in protest. I couldnt feel my feet except how cold

they were. It felt almost like they werent there, like they had been hacked off and I was running on the stumps that were left. It was the weirdest feeling ever. I looked around. The trees here were familiar. I knew where I was. Just a few seconds later, I broke out of the dense forest and into a clearing where a huge white house stood. My home. Alices yellow Porsche sat in the driveway next to Carlisles Mercedes. Everyone was home and I knew I was going to get chewed out the second I walked into the door. Everyone was probably going to be frantic with worry about where I went. And if not worried, at least ravenously mad that I had disappeared from my own husbands funeral. I was quite scared to go into the house, especially with how much of a mess I must have looked like. Soaking wet, my feet bloody along with numerous scratches all over my face and arms. Everyone was going to be so mad that I had gone off and ran myself half to death so soon after losing Edward. I walked through the door to find everyone converged in the family room, waiting for me. Renee and Esme were crying, Charlie was pacing, Alice was staring off into space again, and Emmett was cracking his knuckles nervously. They all looked up at me with looks of pure horror as they took in my bloodied, dripping wet look. Bella! Renee cried. Where have you been? Esme asked worriedly. Holy crap, Bells, Charlie said. Hey, everyone, I said in a defeated voice, taking a step into the room. The world spun around me, everything blurring. A buzzing sound filled the room, overtaking me. I wavered on my numb feet and found the ground rushing towards me. Emmetts strong arms caught me but everything remained spinning. My stomach heaved with nausea and I leaned over Emmett, throwing up the contents of my stomach onto the ground. Carlisle! I heard Alice screeched through the buzzing though everything was strangely muted. Carlisle, come quick! We need help! Emmett laid me on the couch and the room started to come back into focus. I chuckled slightly. Its just vertigo, guys, I said. Calm down. Of course, no one calmed down when I proceeded to throw up again. It just riled everyone up again. Charlie was yelling at me, asking me if I knew what I had put everyone through in the last few hours. Esme was crying and asking if I was suicidal now, crying over the fact that she didnt want to lose another one of her children. Emmett was cussing and for once no one was reprimanding him. Renee was sobbing even harder and Alice was hurrying to get a mop. Whats going on? Carlisle asked, coming into the room looking frazzled. Oh my god, Bella. Thank God youre back. Alice, get a bunch of wet towels and bandages. Emmett, please go get my bag. Everyone please clear out for a few minutes.

Carlisle, Im fine, I said weakly, a wave of fatigue sweeping over me. Emmett came back into the room, carrying Carlisles black bag. Carlisle opened it, pulling out a thermometer and a stethoscope. He shoved the thermometer into my mouth, nearly making me choke on it. Carlisle, really, I mumbled through the metal stick in my mouth. Im fine. Bella, you have a fever and I doubt youre going to be able to walk on your feet for a week at the least, Carlisle said, obviously scolding me. What were you thinking running around for hours like that with no shoes? And youve ran yourself half to death. What the hell were you thinking? Now, I know youre not one of my own children, but you have become like my own and I cannot believe your stupidity. Especially after Edward just died, I would have thought you had a little more sense than traipsing through the woods like that. But Edward wasnt dead! I wanted to scream at them that my husband was alive and well. Ok, maybe not well seeing as how he was in my bedroom the night before telling me that they were coming for me, but still. Also, could my life have been any more horror movie-ish at the moment? Carlisle I started. And youre refusal to take a god damn pregnancy test is just ridiculous, Carlisle cut me off, fuming. I get that you dont want to be pregnant none of you want that for you either given the circumstances but if you are, we cant change that now since Im pretty sure youre going to have to kill Esme and Alice and Rosalie, too, before any of them will let you get an abortion. If you are pregnant, we need to know so that we can get you on the right vitamins and health plan. I think youre pregnant as well and we need to know. I felt my face harden. I bet Alice and Esme and maybe even the first doctor from the hospital when Edward died had put him up to this. And now I was pissed off that they were all ganging up on me. So I lied. Im not pregnant, I said firmly. How do you know? Carlisle asked, raising in an eyebrow. You cant know until we give you a test. Yes, I can, I said. My period it came this morning. Im not pregnant. Oh Carlisle said. Well, I guess youre not then. Yeah, I said sadly, tears filling my eyes. Truth was, even now that I knew my husband was still alive, I didnt want to be pregnant. I couldnt deal with that right now. Maybe later in life, once I found out what exactly had happened to Edward and had gotten him back, I could, but my life was looking more like a horror movie right now and thats not a good thing to bring a child into. The pregnant chicks always have it the worst in horror movies and now my life was one.

Immortal: Chapter 11
by ~bellacullen124

Chapter 11 After a week in bed as all the cuts on my feet healed, Carlisle finally allowed me to put on shoes and get out of the house. The only place I really wanted to go was the grocery store. I was craving the weirdest things and Alice had also decided we needed to have a girls night. That meant me and Alice and a bunch of junk food and a chick flick. I walked down the aisles, throwing whatever looked good into my cart. And that seemed to be everything. Frozen pizza with just about every topping that Digornos offered, a big bag of milky ways, bagels and cereal and Poptarts, a bag of those cherries where you have to stain your fingers purple and spit out the seeds to eat, string cheese, jelly beans, triple chocolate fudge ice cream, whip cream that I really wanted to eat straight from the bottle, and just about anything else you could imagine. I double checked the list Alice had given me, realizing that I had gotten nearly everything plus a bunch more. The only thing left was a quickly scrawled word at the bottom. Tampons. I gritted my teeth, thinking I should just give Alice the jumbo box that was sitting on the top of my toilet at home, unopened for the last few weeks. I resisted doing the math as I made my way to the tampon aisle, not really wanting to know how late I was. Thats what scared me. I had never been late before. Now it had been roughly two months since my last period, a month late. I threw a big box in the cart without even checking the brand or anything. I headed to the checkout but the little corner at the end of aisle stopped me. Condoms hung in little boxes from the rack, most with overwhelming and just plain weird extra uses other than protection. Edward and I had never been daring enough to try out any of the more peculiar ones than the ones that were just to keep you from getting pregnant. Underneath them, though, were the pregnancy tests. I slid one of the boxes off the rack and held it my hands, my fingers shaking slightly. Maybe everyone was right. Maybe it was time to take the test, just to see. Can you believe that Isabella Swan? someone asked from the aisle behind me, her snooty voice carrying far. Oh, sorry, Cullen. Cullen my ass, another voice said. Sure didnt act like it. Didnt even show up for her own husbands funeral. Stupid, gossiping old women. I couldnt name the voices exactly but I did recognize them. The women in the towns of Forks had nothing better to do but gossip and with good reason, I guess, since theres not much you can do in a town as small as Forks. And while I knew people had good reason to be saying things because I wasnt at Edwards funeral, it didnt give them any right to be saying I wasnt a Cullen. I wanted to keep walking and stop listening, maybe walk passed the women so that theyd be more careful what they said where and around who next time, but I couldnt move. I wanted to hear what else they had to say. I

needed to know what everyone was thinking of crazy old me. Shes a black widow, thats all she is, the first voice said. Who else would get married at eighteen if they werent pregnant if it wasnt for money? Oh, but rumor is shes pregnant now. Bet thats something she wasnt counting on when she married him for her money. Do you reckon she knew she was pregnant when she killed him or that she found out after shed done it? Murder, really? You think she murdered the poor guy? I mean, I know she only married him for his familys money, but does she really look like a killer? Do they ever look like killers? I once knew a guy who murdered his whole family in an outrage and he looked like nothing more than a scrawny high school mathlete with hornrimmed glasses and even pocket protectors. Yet he went and hacked up his wife and three kids. It dont matter what they look like. A girl like Bella could do something like that if she really wanted money that bad. Shes got that entire family eating out of her hand and Im sure theyd be willing to give her any amount she asks for, no matter what its for. Theyll never even stop to think that maybe the circumstance under which Edward died were fishy, that she could have easily killed him. Wow, youve put a lot of thought into this. Well, I dont like that girl. My grandson was infatuated with her for the last few years and yet she never gave him the time of day except to mooch off of him. Took his friends and even a job at my sons store. Mikey even once said that she was only with Edward for his money. And, boy, was he ever right. I dont like her one bit. A store attendant walked passed my aisle, her bleached hair in a fried ponytail atop her head and her wrinkled eyes over-made with blue eye shadow. Do you need any help, honey? Tears stinging my eyes, I shook my head. She looked from welling eyes to the aisle I was standing at to the pregnancy test still clenched in my white-knuckled hands and mistook the reason for my tears. She made little tut-ing noises with her tongue and gave me a pitying glance. Just remember, deary, abortion is never a solution, she said and went on her way. I threw the pregnancy test back on the rack, a lump in my throat nearly suffocating me, and hurried through the self checkout so that I wouldnt have to deal with any more pitying glares from people who knew who I was or worried glances from people who didnt know but could assume from the fact that my eyes were filled with tears and my face was permanently tearstained. Once I was out in my car with the heater blasted, I allowed myself to cry. Edward was alive but that didnt mean anything at the moment if people thought I had only married him because I wanted his money. What if my family was having the same doubts? What if everyone was thinking I never cared about Edward? THAT I KILLED HIM? Why the hell

did people have such a freaking problem with me? Did they not understand that I and the whole Cullen family were going through a hard enough time without there gossiping and sniping? Why couldnt I just have Edward back in my arms so I didnt have to deal with all this crap alone?

Immortal: Chapter 12
by ~bellacullen124

Chapter 12 Alice, you know I loved your brother, right? I asked. Alice and I were sprawled the floor of my bedroom, surrounded by pillows and blankets and junk food scattered haphazardly on the carpet. I had my head on my sisters flat stomach as she messed with my hair. The dulcet tones of Tom Hank and Meg Ryan played in the background. Why would you ask a thing like that, Bella? Alice asked. Of course I know you loved him. I dont think Ive ever seen anyone love anything as much as you loved Edward, except maybe how much he loved you. People are thinking I married him just for your guys money, I said, my voice sorrowful. Some are even thinking I that I killed him. Alice sat up, propping herself up her elbows. Her abs tightened under my head and for a moment, despite all the emotional pain I was in, I allowed myself one moment to be a teenager, to be jealous of how perfect another girl was compared to me, who was gaining weight like none other. I guess it was the stress from the supposed death of my husband. Stress always made me gain weight. Bella, we know you had nothing to do with his death, Alice snapped and I sat up, scooting away from her ever so slightly. I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. His death was an accident and you cant keep blaming yourself no matter what other people say. The old women in this town have major issues and murder is the only rumor they havent exhausted. I bet it was grandma Newton, right? And we wonder where Mike gets hisshall we say charm. That old gasbag is responsible for half the divorces in this town. Alice No, Bella. You should know better than anyone else how much the people in this town gossip. We really need to get a movie theater built so that people have something better to do. Im sure youre not the first person who couldnt bear to go to her husbands funeral and you wont be the last. The lump that seemed forever implanted in my throat grew again and I turned towards the TV, watching the movie intently for a minute before I remembered that it was a romance movie. Romance movies were just way too hard to watch any more, knowing I was in a horror. I turned away from it, tears in my eyes. Talk about something else, I told Alice. Er.You know, Emmett proposed to Rose just last week, right before.well, yeah, now he doesnt want to tell anyone. Alice started out fumbling for what to stay and then she started babbling, unable to stop. He doesnt think that anyone will care. He barely even cares right

now that Rose said yes. I guess it was kind of spur of the moment. He didnt even know he was doing it until after he had asked her. Well, thats Emmett, I guess. Im the only one hes told because he doesnt want to make Esme feel worse or you feel more lonely than you already do. He thinks youll be mad about it even though Ive told him over and over you wont be. This family is going through such a hard spot right now. I still cant believe hes gone I clenched my eyes shut tightly. No matter what, all conversation seemed to go in circles since Edward had died. We tried to get things to go in any other direction but we always seemed to go back to the same thing: Edward and the fact that he wasnt coming back. I scrambled for words, trying to get things moving away from him again. Emmett finally popped the question and hes not telling any of us? A wedding is just what we need right now. Esme would love to plan it. It would get everyones minds of everything else for a couple minutes. Thats what I told him, too. Well, they better hurry up and get married. Im sure Esme still wants those grandchildren. Especially now that I cant have them, I added as an afterthought. I still think youre pregnant. You really should take that test. I kept quiet about the fact that I was holding a pregnancy test in my hands earlier that day, thinking the same exact thing. The idea of what kind of life my kid would have without a father made it too hard to even think about the possibility of my being pregnant. Sure, I was sure Edward was alive, but he was kind of still MIA and I wasnt exactly sure how to find him and get him back, especially since no one would believe me if I told them Edward was alive. I was trying to accept the fact that I might be a widow forever even if my husband wasnt dead. Im not. I scrambled again for a change of subjects. So, when do you think Jaspers going to ask you? Soon, Alice said, a wistful look on her face. It quickly became doubtful. Maybe. I hope, at least. Have you and Jasper you knowdone it? I blushed at my vulgar question. Geez, Bella, for someone who lost her virginity a while ago and has had sex quite a few times, youre still rather prude, Alice laughed. Of course we have. Weve been dating for nearly three years. Youre going to make a great mother someday, I told her. Just like you would have made a great aunt to whatever children I could have had. Theres still a chance youll have kids, you know. Youre only eighteen. There are some people who get married after being widowed when theyre eighty. You still could have kids. Im never going to fall in love again.

She laughed slightly but it was somewhat hard. Isnt that what they all say? I mean it, Alice. I didnt want to fall in love again, couldnt, not while I was unsure about whether or not Edward was still alive. I dont think I can fall in love again. Edward was my soul mate, no matter how corny that sounds. I dont believe in soul mates, Alice huffed, sounding oddly bitter compared to the girl I knew who was always happy. I momentarily recalled hearing about how Alice had loved another guy before she met Jasper, a guy she had started dating in eighth grade and she had fallen in love with him. Most likely she had thought he was her soul mate. Though no one liked to talk about it, I knew that he had broken her heart a year later and that had been one of the familys reasons for moving to Forks. Soul mates seemed like the last thing someone like Alice would be skeptical about but after something like that, I could understand it. Everyone has one, I said, feeling like being profound. Theres someone out there for everyone whos perfect just for them. Its just a matter of finding them. Some people wont ever find theirs for some reason and will settle for someone almost as good, but I found mine. And I lost him. You cant ever love again after losing your soul mate. Bella, I understand that but you cant be alone for the rest of your life just because the guy you loved died way too early, Alice said, taking on the persona of Dr. Phil. I mean, if Jazzy died, it would take me quite a few years to get over it and Id never stop loving him or anything, but that doesnt mean I wouldnt fall in love again. Id know he wouldnt want me to be alone forever and hed want me to be happy. And I know Edward would agree with me. Hed want the same for you. Just because I wont fall in love with again doesnt mean I cant be happy. And I wont be alone. I paused for a moment. I mean, I have you. Not what I meant, Bella. I mean more along the lines of someone who will sleep with you. Alice wrinkled her tiny nose. And, no offense, I wouldnt even ever make out with you. Yeah, I got that. I was just kidding. But I dont want anyone else. You wont be saying that in a few years when you find someone else. But I can understand for now not wanting to even think about loving anyone else. I wrinkled my nose. Maybe now was as good of time as ever to tell her. I couldnt keep this to myself any longer without exploding. If I didnt tell someone soon, I was sure that I was going to be running through the streets shouting that my husband was alive at the top of my lungs just so that I wouldnt have to keep it to myself for another minute. And all that wouldnt accomplish anything except getting me locked in a padded room. Alice, can I be totally honest with you? Of course, Bella. Always. And you promise not to think Im completely insane?

No more than usual. Edwards alive, Alice. As soon as I said the words I had been so desperate to say, I wanted to stuff them back into my mouth and keep myself from ever saying them again. The silence that echoed between us was deafening and both of us wanted to break it but knew we couldnt because then the air around us would splinter into a million different pieces. Eventually, Alice managed to find a way to say the words she was choking on. Bellado you know how crazy you sound? Hes dead and none of us like that fact at all but we have to accept it. We have to learn how to live without him. I was trying, I swear to god I was, but, Alice, in the coffin on the day of his funeral the body in the coffin wasnt his, I said. I saw it and it wasnt his. Alice looked confused, like she wanted to believe me but also thought she needed to go get Carlisle to put me in a straightjacket. Ok, so even if the body in the casket wasnt his, which Im not saying it wasnt, how does that mean hes alive? When I went to identify the body, he woke up. He was alive. And that morning before the funeral, he was in my room, Alice! He was in my room and was talking to me! He was there! Edwards still alive. This is absolutely insane, Bella, Alice sputtered. I get that you dont want him to be dead. None of us do! Do you have any clue how much this is hurting me as well? Do you get whats it like to wake up and realize that the brother who tormented me at breakfast for eighteen years isnt going to be there to torment me? That hes never going to get to torment me again because hes dead? You at least know how to live without him. Youve done it before. Ive never lived without having two brothers and I have no idea how the hell Im going to figure out how to live with only one. And, Bella, goddammit, youre not making this any easier by claiming hes still alive. I shrank even further away from Alice, feeling the rift between us widening even more. I had never seen the girl I had grown to love as my sister this angry. Id never really seen her angry at all. So the fact that she had just exploded at me like that shocked me. After this, I didnt think that there was any possibility to fix the hole that was between us now. I knew it as she stood up and grabbed her blanket off the floor of my room. God, Bella, maybe Gasbag Newton was right about something, she hissed. Youre being quite a black widow. Youre sucking off this familys grief and not helping us heal at all. Youre just making it worse. Youre the most frickin selfish person. Edwards dead, Bella. Accept it and grow up. Stop acting like a middle school, pubescent girl who cant get over a broken heart. Stop denying it and let us all find a way to move on with our lives. Alice hurried to get out of the room, tripping over blankets and pillows. Shit, shit, shit. She whirled on me again, fire burning in her eyes. And from any of us know about what happened that night, this is your fault, Bella. Youre the reasons hes dead. Then she left and left me to do the only thing I seemed to be good at doing anymore. She was right and I had known it all along but hearing someone I knew and trusted like a sister say it

really dug it home. If Edward was dead, which I wasnt even sure of anymore, it was my fault because I had stupidly run into the forest at night, which ended with him getting attacked. And if he wasnt, we were still in whatever this whole sticky situation was because of me. And so I just sat there and cried while the girl from my imagination reappeared for the first time since Edward had died. She sat there on my bed with her baby and just laughed while I sobbed.

Immortal: Chapter 13
by ~bellacullen124

Chapter 13 When youre going crazy, or even just think youre going crazy, youre perception of reality gets so messed up to the point where youre basically screwed. You can no longer tell whats real from whats in your head. Pretty soon, you start to doubt your whole life, everything that happened to you. Why didnt you start to see things sooner? Or have you always been crazy and the things youve been seeing werent as obvious? If thats the case, what if everything in your life had been fake? What if you imagined everything that had ever happened to you really never happened? Or what if all the people you loved didnt really exist? Just wondering all this was enough to make me lose my mind and I knew I was coming really close to that. So when I opened my eyes after trying to rub something out of them and found myself in a cemetery instead of in front of my washing machine, I wasnt exactly sure what to make out it. The sun seemed to have set in the two minutes I was in the laundry room and now it was dark as a moonless night out. The rain poured down heavily but I was already soaked to the bone, still dressed in the thin flannel pajamas I had been dead set in wearing for the next week or until they started to admit an undeniable odor that I would no longer be able to blame on Emmett. My hands scrambled against the ground, digging up the dirt of the fresh made grave. I didnt even need to look at the headstone to know where I was. I just knew that I had no memory of getting there and no memory of starting to dig yet there I was, standing in a six-foot hole and covered in mud. My fingernails were ripped and bloody and I was pretty positive that a couple seemed to be missing altogether. My hands were too numb with cold to feel the pain though but my whole body ached, my muscles sore and fatigued. I had just dug up Edwards grave by myself and I was pretty sure, given how messed up they looked, that I had done it with my bare hands alone. Under normal circumstances, I would have freaked out if I had suddenly found myself in a cemetery in the middle of the night with more than half a day missing from my memory. But, then again, these were not normal circumstances. Under normal circumstances, I would not have been a half-crazy widow in a cemetery in the middle of the night with no recollection of digging a hole that was nearly a foot taller than I was. Since it was not normal circumstances, I did not freak out but instead continued to clear away the last couple inches of lose, muddy dirt, desperate to get into my husbands coffin. Though I did not remember getting there, I knew why I had come. I had to see the body in the coffin, make sure that I hadnt simple imagined that the body wasnt his. Adrenalin and grief rushed through my body as my hands finally uncovered something solid. They dont often have people digging up graves in movies and in TV shows, but whenever they do, they dont show quite the truth. Then again, do they ever depict the actual truth in Hollywood? But back to my point. They show people digging up a grave and finding a coffin sitting there in perfect condition, not muddied at all, just waiting to be opened for whatever reason. Well, they dont ever show that its a little bit harder than that. Nowadays, not only do you bury the body in a coffin, you also put the coffin in a cement box. I dont even know

what the point to that is. Why do you need to give a body even more protection when its going to compose eventually no matter what you put around it? When its always just a matter of time? Anyway, basically what Im trying to say here, it was going to be impossible to get to Edwards coffin without a sledgehammer. I scrambled around the grave, the tall walls closing in on me. I had to find leverage, any way to get to the coffin that was under me, separated from me by less than a foot of solid concrete. My hand brushed against something and I couldnt help but laugh out bitterly at the irony of it. There was a sledgehammer right by me. I had somehow thought to bring one along when I hadnt even brought a shovel. I picked the sledgehammer up and started to break through the cement, my aching muscles fueled by the fact that I had to get into the coffin, I needed proof. I needed to know that he actually was alive. I needed to know that I wasnt crazy! The sledgehammer hit the cement, breaking through it and I continued to hack away until I had a broken away enough to open the top of the coffin. I reached up and slid the sledgehammer out of the hole. My hands were no longer just trembling from the cold and fatigue but now from fear as well. I kneeled down and wrapped my hands around the edge of the coffin, fumbling with the latch. No matter what I found inside this coffin, it wasnt going to be good. If it was in fact not Edwards body, I wasnt even sure what I was going to do because, regardless, it was a dead body that had been in the ground a few weeks now. But if it was Edwards body, it would prove that I was after all going crazy and I was wrong about Edward being alive. Both of the scenarios were terrifying and made my knees go weak. I swung open the coffin, bracing myself for the worst, not so sure exactly what the worst was. And there was Edward, lying in the coffin. It was his face, that was for sure but there was something so, so, so wrong with the picture in front of me. His eyes were open, his irises black, and instead of glossed over and staring like they should have been, they were moving, rolling around their sockets. His skin had the bluish pallor of death but it was deeper than it should have been. And his mouth his mouth was sewn shut with rough, thick black stitches but it wasnt just that his mouth was sewn shut but that he had no mouth at all. His lips were missing and there was just a stretch of blue skin there under the black thread. His eyes locked on me and he lifted a blue hand towards me. I screamed, slamming down the lid of the coffin. My heart was racing with fear and a cold, terrified sweat would have drenched me if I hadnt already been soaked. I fumbled with the latch again, trying to lock the body in. It (because I couldnt think of the undead thing inside as my husband) pounded against the coffin, moaning through its lipless mouth. I tried to haul myself out of the grave but my arms were shaking so bad that I fell back in a few times before I finally found myself on solid ground. I started to push dirt back into the grave but most of the mud I had dug out of it seemed to have been washed away by the rain. It was pointless to try to fill it back in and so I turned and ran. I was crazy. It was now proven. I was stark raving mad. There was no way to deny it anymore. I was a lunatic and should be locked up. I should go to Carlisle right now and tell him to put me in the loony bin because there wasnt any way that any sane person would let someone as crazy as I was roam free. Edward was dead, my best friend was pissed, I was insane, and my whole life was over at eighteen. If I wasnt careful, the next thing Id do unconsciously would be murder the entire town. And in ten years, someone would make a

movie of my life, saying I was driven crazy by the death of my husband which ended with the death of a hundred. Id get a serial killer name like Bella the Lunatic. Not as fancy as Jack the Ripper but it would work. And Id be famous for being frickin insane. I ran through the cemetery, slipping through the mud and tripping over tombstones. Lightning flashed and thunder cracked. One of my knees was split open and blood was running down my leg. My chest was tight and my heart was pounding so fast with fear that I was sure it was going to explode. I was going to die of a heart attack or aneurism in a goddamn cemetery. Then, they were there. She appeared out of nowhere, her baby in her arms, wearing my face and sitting atop a headstone. Only this time, it wasnt just the two of them. There was a man with them, his arm wrapped carelessly around her shoulder. Another stroke of lightning illuminated the sky and my heart about stopped when I saw his face. It was my Edward, but not the cold, mouth-less corpse he had been in the coffin. It was Edward, alive and breathing, but looking slightly different like he had in our room the morning before his funeral. He was just as white as the girl sitting next to him, his red eyes gleaming. His mouth was surrounded by ring of bloody lipstick. It took me a moment to realize it was actually blood. The girl stared at me and ran her tongue across her lips. Edward leaned down and whispered something in her ear and the two of the laughed. The baby began to wail. The girl lifted her head up towards Edward and he leaned down to kiss her but instead of pressing his lips to hers, he kissed her neck, licking up the blood that spilled from the gash. Something in me snapped right then, loud and audible. I walked towards them on shaking legs. What the hell do you want from me? I screamed when I was just a few feet away from them. The girl glanced at me but other than that, neither of them paid me any attention. No! I screeched right in the girls face. I know you can hear me. I know you know Im here. Now tell me what the fuck you want from me! The girl looked at me, stared straight into my eyes and smiled a big, wide smile. Blood dripped from her teeth and she licked her lips again, this time running her teeth over her eyeteeth that suddenly grew into sharp, gleaming fangs. She reached up a hand and absentmindedly stroked Edwards cheek while he stared out into space. I have your darling Edward here, she said and it was the first time I heard her speak. I expected her voice to have something evil about it, something different, but she sounded just like me. What else could I need? Edward? I asked frantically. Edward, look at me please. Edward? And he did turn to look at me, but his face was off again. His skin had blued and his mouth was missing, replaced by those crude stitches. One of his eyes was rolled back in his head, so I could only see the whites of it, and he lifted one of his hands sloppily into the air, coming down with a thud in my own that was outstretched to him. I gasped as his slimy hand hit my own and a piece of paper slid into my fingers. Then my whole world went black.

Immortal: Chapter 14
by ~bellacullen124

Chapter 14 I woke up the next morning to sun streaming through my window, blinding me as I tried to sit up. It was just a dream. Just a dream. Oh, thank God that it was just a dream. I wasnt really crazy. I hadnt really gone absolutely mad and dug up my husbands grave. I rolled over, my hair crinkling beneath my cheek. Sure, I couldnt remember the last time I showered, but my hair could not have gotten that dirty that quickly. I sat up to find myself covered in dried mud. My sheets were hard and stiff with it and my scalp itched with the feeling. My hands were crusted with blood and my fingernails were broken and jagged. I had a pounding headache and the world spun around me. Clutched in one of my hands was a soggy, dirty piece of paper. My hands shaking, I unfolded the piece of paper. The words were smeared and hard to read and I could hardly make them out, but once I finally deciphered them, I was disappointed. I expected Edward to have written more. But there were just three words. This is real. That was just freaking great. This. Is. Real. Wow. That was exactly what I needed the note from my supposed deceased husband to say. No I miss you or I love you or even dont fret, my dear, because I am alive. No, all I got was a confirmation that this whole thing was real which really didnt mean anything if I was really as schizo as I thought I was. For all I knew, I was imagining the little piece of paper in my hands. What I didnt imagine, though, was digging up my husbands grave. What I had found in that grave, on the other hand well, I wasnt quite sure if I imagine the blue, decomposing yet still-alive body of Edwards. A straight jacket and a padded room was exactly what I needed at the moment. It would give me a chance to have silence and be alone and think, which I seriously needed to do since I had no idea what the hell was going on in my life. Was I crazy or was this real? I had no clue. Or maybe a hot shower would work for now. Once the steam of the shower had rinsed away all the grime of graveyard dirt and cleared my befuddled mind a bit, I wrapped myself in a towel and wiped cloudy film off the mirror. I stared at myself, barely recognizing the girl staring back at me. In the few weeks since Edward had died, I had really let myself go. I wasnt eating well, most of the time forgetting to eat at all. The lack of nutrition had turned my translucently pale skin a sickly color of grey, blue veins pulsing under the surface. I spent most of my time in bed lately but I wasnt sleeping well. My bloodshot eyes were surrounded with dark circles and my hair had an unhealthy, dull sheen to it. I had lost weight which wasnt good since I was already skinny and I now resembled a skeleton whose skin hadnt

started to waste away. I look like the dead one. Bella, mail for you! Alice screamed from downstairs. It was the longest sentence she had said to me in a week and a half. I pulled on clothes and hurried downstairs. Alice threw a white envelope at me without looking my way and stalked off. I made a face at her behind her back. When was she going to get over this? The envelope looked very business-like and the return address was from the college in Seattle. This was weird. I never even applied there. I ripped open the letter and instead of finding a business-print, typed-out letter, I found a short, handwritten note. I seemed to be getting a lot of those lately. Youre husbands not really dead. Dont let them make you think he is. Please come talk to me as soon as you get this. More people will die if you dont. Please, Mrs. Cullen. There was no name, just a room number at the bottom of the page. I assumed this person, whoever he or she was, wanted me to go to the college ASAP. Or else people would die. When was my life going to stop taking the path of a horror movie? This was worse than being kidnapped than jigsaw and put through his cruel, mind-game tests. And then I decided, what did I have to lose. Thats how I found myself walking into a college a few hours later, searching for room 234. I found the classroom and walked into what seemed like the end of a very long lecture. College students not much older than me were nodding off in their seats and only one very bookish-looking girl was taking notes. Everyone else was dozing though I couldnt imagine how. The older professor who was teaching was extremely hansom for how old he was and he had a voice like honey. His hair was graying though it looked almost dashing on him and he smiled a dazzling smile at me as he saw me slide into an empty seat at the back. The fountain of youth is something that has enthralled people since the Spanish came over to the new world, but people have been searching for immortality much longer than that, he continued without any more notification that he had an extra person in the room, an extra person whose husband he somehow knew was alive. The Romans and Greeks created Gods who lived forever and were therefore revered. Others made religions where they were the ones that got to live forever if they followed a simple set of rules in life. Immortality is the one promise that have made people do anything to get there. Now, your assignment for the weekend is to write an essay about what you give to live forever. How far would you go to never die? Or would you even want to have immortality? Class dismissed. There was a bunch of noise and laughing and talking as the students hurried out of the room. Within a minute, they were gone, the only sign that the room had recently been occupied by a bunch of students were the multiple papers left on the tables. You must be Bella, the professor said, coming up to me and shaking my hand. His hand was warm against mine and his skin almost more pale than my own. That was

probably my most interesting lesson of the year and yet they still hurried to get out of here. Hello, Professor I started, quickly realizing I didnt know his name. Sterling, my dear. Professor Sterling. How how do you know my husbands alive? Youre not one to beat around the bush, are you? You heard the end of my lecture now, right? Tell me, Isabella, what would you do for immortality? I was puzzled by the question he was asking. What did this have to do with Edward? Still, I answered, Immortality? That sounds more like a sentence than a privilege. I dont want to live forever. What if you had no choice? The only thing that anyone ever has to do is die. Theres no such thing as immortality. What about an afterlife? Im not so sure. I wish I could say there is one but I cant. Mrs. Cullen, I know your husband is alive for a fact. Dont let anyone fool you into thinking that hes dead. Thats what they want. Im not supposed to be telling you any of this but I felt obligated to. Thats the only way to well, its the only way. Only way to what? Jesus Christ once said let the dead bury the dead. Scholars have pondered I groaned. I didnt need a sermon at the moment. Please, professor, dont become a religious fanatic on me. Even if Christianity was real and my husband is in heaven or whatever afterlife there is, I dont count that as alive. I mean, alive on this earth, not anywhere else. If heavens what youve been talking about this whole time, youre wasting my time. No, its not what Ive been talking about. Please just hear me out for a minute. Jesus was this controversial figure of his time. Whether or not I believe in Christianity, I do believe in Jesus and what he brought to this world. He went against things that were preached at the time and he wasnt scared to hurt peoples feelings as long as he was saying what needed to be said. He told a man whose father just died to let the dead bury the dead. This isnt something anyone would tell someone who is suffering a lost lightly. These words have been thought about and thought about and most seem to think that he means the first dead in terms of figuratively those who are spiritually dead should be the ones to bury the dead on earth. Thats not the task of those who are spiritually alive. However, theres another way to look at this. What if he meant it literally? What if there are dead walking among us, looking as though they are alive? Theyre the ones

that get to bury those who have died. Do you get what Im saying? No. Youve lost me. Vampires, Mrs. Cullen. Bloodsucking, undead parasites that roam among us. What if theyre real? Vampires? He had to be kidding me. Was he seriously saying that Edward was now a vampire? That he had been abducted by some occult society and turned into a member of the undead? I hurriedly stood up, knocking the chair I had been sitting in over. This guy was absolutely, freaking nuts. Thats quite enough for me, professor. I think Ill Im leaving now. Please dont try to contact me ever again. Bella, youve got to listen to me. Professor Sterling grabbed my arm in an inhuman grip. This is more important than anything else has ever been in your life. Vampires are real and youve been marked by them. Youve been marked to be one of them since birth. Theyre recruiting, building up an army. Most people join them willingly, desperate for immortality. They literally sell their souls. Thats why theyre dead, both literally and figuratively. Theyre soulless, only half alive. And they want you to be one of them. This is ridiculous. How would you know, even if this is true? How would you know this? His eyes flashed red and he stared down at me with an intense gaze. Shocked, I backed away from him slowly. And thats when I started to believe him. I made the mistake myself. I was old and frail and dying. I chose immortality over my own soul. What does this have to do with Edward? If they want me, why would they take him? Theyve been watching you your whole life. They saw that you wouldnt join them on your own, not without a push. Your mother sold you to them at birth because she didnt want the fate herself and she made them a deal. You remained human until you were eighteen, the age she was when they came for her. They didnt mind the deal. They couldnt use you until you were older regardless. But then they started to realize that you wouldnt want to be one of them, especially if it meant youd have to leave your precious Edward. So they took him, the one way they were sure would make you want to join. As long as you could be with him, it wouldnt matter what you were. They were right, werent they? Is is there any way to stop them? To get Edward back without becomingthat? Any way at all? Youre mother found the only way selling the soul of another, of someone who was once a part of you. But your mother was a selfish bitch for that, pardon my french. Besides, you cant do that anymore since your husband is now part of the immortally

dead. As long as youre not pregnant already. Worry flooded his face. Youre not pregnant, right? My hand flew down to my stomach that wasnt quite as flat as it used to be. What if I was? Would I do the same as my mother had and sell my child to them? Would I be that desperate to escape this fate that I had been plagued with. I have to go, I said in a hurry, scrambling to pull on my coat. Really this time. Thanks so much for the help. Tears were flooding my eyes as I raced out of the room. The last thing I heard the professor say was, Theyre coming for you, Bella. Sooner than you think. And youre child too. Neither of you will ever be safe again. I was in my car and flying down the highway. I needed to get home to that pregnancy test. I had to know what exactly was going on. Everything I had just learned was whirling through my head. My mother had sold my soul so that she could keep her own. They had taken Edward so that I would join them without a fight. And now this hypothetical child that I was carrying around was in danger. At least I now had proof that I wasnt going crazy. I was just dealing with vampires, which I guessed most people would consider the same thing

Immortal: Chapter 15
by ~bellacullen124

Chapter 15 I held the stick in my shaking hands. Tap, tap, tap. It bounced against the counter. Come on, I hissed. Please, come on. Just tell me. You know how in TV shows and movies when girls take pregnancy tests and say its the longest fifteen minutes of their lives while they wait? Well, I knew then that they were right. Couldnt they just make a pregnancy test that gives you the results the second your pee touches it? Its too torturous to have to stand there with the piss-covered test in your hands as you impatiently wait for what seems like an eternity. I put the test down on the counter and sat down on the toilet, putting my hands in my head. I still couldnt figure out if I was imagining everything or not. Was the professor I had just gone to see really real? He had to be, right? Alice had seen the envelope as well. But what if the professor was crazy? Then I would be insane to believe anything he said. His eyes had been red! There was no way he was crazy. That was real. And it wasnt like he had had colored contacts in the whole time. They had suddenly changed colors. That couldnt be some sudden trick he had set up. Oh, god. This was giving me a headache. My supposed-to-be-dead husband had been turned into a bloodsucking, soulless member of the undead as part of an elaborate plan to steal my own soul as well because my mother sold me to them to save herself and now I was waiting for the results of a pregnancy test to tell me whether or not I was carrying my vampire husbands baby. Was my life messed up or what? The clock ticked by slowly. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifty-nine more seconds. Fifty-five. Fifty. Forty. Thirty. Twenty. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. I stood up and walked over to the counter. The first screen of the pregnancy test had a little pink line in it. Biting my lip, I glanced over at the second screen. Another line. I was pregnant. My lungs seemed to collapse in my chest. Things werent supposed to have happened this way! I wasnt supposed to be pregnant at eighteen! We had taken every precaution necessary. We had waited to have sex until we were married and then I was on the pill and we always used condoms. I should not have been prego! Especially now that I was mourning my dead (maybe) husband! Widowed and pregnant at eighteen. That was not the way any girls life was supposed to go. And, of course, with the awful luck I had, it was my life that had taken that path. I guess I had been marked out since my birth for this if what Professor Sterling said was

really true. My mother sold me into this before I was even born. Why the hell would she force this kind of life onto me if it was that horrible that she was that desperate to escape it? You could always escape it. You now have a child of your own, do you not? No! I refused to repeat my own mothers mistakes! I refused to do that to my baby! My baby. That sounded nice. I reached down and touched my stomach. There was something alive in there. My baby was in there. Bella, please come down here! Esme screamed from downstairs. I raced downstairs to find my mother-in-law standing in front of the TV, her hands clasped tightly around the remote. I stopped at her side and looked at TV. A picture of a dug up grave was there and my heart started to beat faster. It was Edwards grave. A female anchors voice chimed out of the speakers. This morning, coroners at Forks memorial grounds found a grave dug up and the coffin broken into. The grave was that of recently buried Edward Cullens, who is still being mourned by his family. The perpetrators are yet to be found and so the reasons are not know. What has the authorities even more perplexed is that the body found in the grave was not that of Mr. Cullens, yet it was the body that had been buried there, perfectly preserved and with an estimated death date around the same time as Mr. Cullen but not yet identified. Local morticians at the hospital are being questioned so that we can figure out how this mix up was made. As for both the mens families, our hearts go out for them. This has to have made the grieving process even harder. What does this mean, Bella? Esme asked, turning off the TV and looking at me with broken-hearted eyes. What could this possibly mean? There was just a mess up at the hospital, I said, unable to tell her that I was nearly positive that Edward was still alive. No one would believe me, now would they? They probably just buried him in the wrong grave. Dont worry. Theyll figure this out and get him into the right spot. Honestly, even if he were dead, I wouldnt care. His body didnt mean anything to me anymore now that he was gone from it. Who cared if it was buried in the right place? That wouldnt bring him back But he wasnt dead! So, it hadnt been a mix-up. It had been a cover up. And now I knew even more than ever. Sure, last night, the body hadnt been someone elses but I had been confused and delusional. But now I knew he was alive. Esme nodded and tried to think of anyway to cheer her up. Im pregnant, I said under my breath, the words slipping out before I could catch them. And instead of the joy I would have expected when I announced this, Esme looked at me with pity and pure horror. Bella, are you sure? Esme asked.

I nodded. It was enough of an answer. Even though I knew that pregnancy tests were often wrong, there were all the other fact. Late period, gaining weight, infrequent morning sickness. And I just knew there was something living inside of me, growing and alive because of me. Oh, Bella, this is awful, Esme said. Dont you fret though. Well get this taken care of. Theres Planned Parenthood. Ill drive you. Its up in Port Angeles but Ill take you. Or, Carlisle could probably take care of it if that wont be too awkward for you. She babbled on for another minutes but I didnt hear anything. It was just a ringing in my ears. I should have expected this. Of course. No one would be happy for me and my child. I was the widow and she would be the child whose father died before either of her parents even knew she existed. No one would want me to have to have this child because what could be worse that being a single mother? No one would get that I already loved this baby and it was the only thing I had left of Edward. What what are you saying, Esme? I asked breathlessly. That I should get an abortion? That I should kill my child? You want me to kill my baby? No, no, Bella, Esme said, moving towards me and taking my hands in her. Of course not. I just wouldnt think under the circumstances, you know you wouldnt have Edward to help you, of course youre so young, too, and I thought you didnt want it to be this way this young and youre life is going to be different if you do have it well, I though that you wouldnt want a baby. Of course I want this baby, I said. Oh, thank goodness, Esme said, pulling me into a hug. Just imagine me a grandmother! Were going to have to find you a good doctor as soon as we can and get you in so we can make sure shes healthy and figure out when youre due. And we can redo one of the boys old rooms and make it into a nursery and She was babbling again. I smiled. I was going to be a mother. Esme, I interrupted her. Would you mind not telling anyone else yet at least not until I get into the doctor and figure out how far along I am and stuff. I didnt exactly mean to spring it on like that on you either. Oh, of course, dear, Esme said. Thats when she appeared yet again. Oh, joy. My own personal demon from hell that was dead bent on haunting me until the end of time was standing outside the window. Worst part about this whole thing was that she had the same face as me yet still was as gorgeous as a supermodel while being covered in blood as well. Life was so unfair, wasnt it? She cocked her head at me and gave me a knowing smile. She lifted her hand and motioned for me to come outside with her finger. There had to be a logical reason for her. Well, at least as logical as real-life vampire. The fact

that I actually believed in vampires now caught me off guard. Well, at least it was a better explanation than I was going crazy and had somehow managed to kill my husband during an episode and yet I still believed he was alive. And I wasnt quite sure that I wasnt going crazy I had blacked out just yesterday and came to only when I was almost done digging up Edwards grave but at least there was an explanation behind some of this. UmEsme, Ill be right back, I said. I need to get some air. The whole being pregnant thing is still so new to me and I just need to be alone for a couple minutes. Ok, dear. Im going to be a grandmother! she said once more, her golden-brown eyes shining. She hugged me once more and then left the room, humming a tune to herself. I stepped outside, cold air immediately chilling me through. I didnt look at her/me as I walked passed and headed into the woods. Somehow I just knew she would follow. It wasnt until I was sure I was far enough away from the house that I stopped and turned on her. Who are you? I asked. She cocked her head at me again, her red eyes a burning question mark. Her baby let out a wail and I touched my own stomach. Dont play dumb, I snapped. I know you can talk. You talked to me last night! Who are you? What are you? She smiled and then, all of the sudden, she was in my face. She hadnt even taken a step. She had just disappeared and reappeared inches away from me. I didnt even flinch. I was done being scared. What do you think I am, Bella? she asked, her voice hissing and lithe. It lashed around me like a rope and tied me up tight. Im surprised you havent figured it out yet. Her smile widened and fangs slipped out of her gums, blood dripping from the tips. I scowled. No, I get the whole the vampire part. Ive figured that part yet. What I dont get is why the hell you have my face and why only I can see you. Precious Bella, youre asking the wrong questions. She was behind me now. I spun around and stared at her. The wrong questions? Where I had heard that one before? How more clich could she get? Still, that got me thinking. Why can I see you now? Why not before the last week of school? Because thats when the shadow of death decided to go over you, figuratively speaking, of course, she said, cackling at her own wit. Thats when they decided it was time to take you youre husband first, youre baby next, and then you. You can see me because Im not the bad guy. Im here to help you. The baby started to scream again. It looked at me with emerald green eyes Edwards eyes.

They turned red, as though they were suddenly filled with blood. And then I was staring at nothing. Im here to help you.

Immortal: Chapter 16
by ~bellacullen124

Chapter 16 The forest was a nice place that day. It was one of those rare summer days in Washington where God decided to give a break from the dreary weather and let the sun shine through. It was almost like an omen to me. Things were (slightly) starting to turn around for me. At least I now knew what was going on even though it was unbelievable. Vampires of all things. And at least now I knew what they wanted me and my baby and that someone, whether imaginary or not, was trying to help us. I was pregnant. I still couldnt get over that. I was going to have a baby! I stayed out in the forest for a while, just thinking. Eventually I found a nice, soft piece of ground and laid down there, my hands resting on my hard stomach. I had to be about three months through. That sounded about right. At the end of my first trimester. I had gained weight but it wasnt obvious that I was pregnant. I was still getting morning sickness occasionally, which I had chalked up to grief and worry, but it wasnt that bad. My mom had always told me hers wasnt that bad so I was guessing I took after her. My mom. I wasnt sure if I could believe that Renee had sold me to vampires to save her own ass before I was even born. Id have to say that was about the same as selling your kids soul to the Devil, probably the same if you truly lost your soul if you were turned into a vampire. From what I had seen so far of them, I was pretty sure none of them had souls. What did that mean about Edward? I asked myself. No, just no! Edward still had a soul. He had to. He wouldnt let himself become soulless and evil. I knew Edward and he could never be a monster, even if he was a vampire. I stayed outside until the sun dipped beneath the horizon, thinking about all this and occasionally talking to my stomach. If youre a boy, I think Ill name you after your daddy. Edward. I always made fun of him for having such an old fashion name but its a good name. Eddie Jr. But I dont think youre going to be a boy. I just have a feeling that youre a girl. If youre a girl, I want something unusual. Something no one names their girls anymore. Ive always kind of liked the name Mina and since were now dealing with vampires, its fitting. Thats pretty, right? Little Mina. Eventually, my stomach growled, reminding me that I was now not just eating for myself, but my baby, too. I pulled myself off of the ground and headed inside. I wanted to wash the grime of the day off of me so I went up to my room and climbed into the shower, just letting the heat of the water wash away the few worries I had left. This time, when I looked into the mirror once I had cleaned the steam away, I looked better than this morning. There was something glowing about me. I went back downstairs and nuked a TV dinner. The house was too quiet. While my meal

rotated inside the microwave, I pulled a soda out of the fridge. Then I looked down at the Diet Coke in my hands with remorse and opted for a Bargs Rootbeer instead. No more caffeine for me. I wasnt sure what it did to unborn babies but I knew you werent supposed to drink any when youre pregnant. The microwave beeped and I pulled the steaming meal out. Balancing it on my hip, I cracked open my soda with my teeth as I headed into the family room. In six months, Id have a baby to balance on my hip all the time instead. I set my food down on the coffee table and turned on the TV, sliding Juno into the DVD player. It seemed like the right movie to watch at the moment. I pressed play and ate my meal quickly, burning my tongue. A wave of fatigue passed over me and I curled up on the couch with blanket. I fell asleep right as the little, pro-life Asian girl outside the abortion clinic screamed, Your baby has fingernails! *** I was dreaming about little babies with tiny little hands and tinier fingernails. Edward was there with me, laughing and kissing me. He wasnt dead, nor was he undead. We were happy and had a family and a house of own. Two little girls with fine, bronze hair and startling green eyes but looking more like me than Edward. A little boy in the yard that was the spitting image of his father passing a football around with him. No vampires or strange visions or talk of death. Holidays with the family and smiles and laughing and Edward and I sneaking downstairs to play Santa on Christmas Eve. It was how my life was supposed to be if Edward had never died. A crash woke me up and glass shattered. You cant put her in a loony bin! someone screeched. I recognized Esmes voice. You cant just do that to her! Esme, dear, calm down. Somebody else, using his calm, soothing doctor voice. Carlisle. Its whats best. Alice heard her out in the woods today talking to herself and she seems to have some sort of delusions that Edward is alive as well. His death has been hard on us all but I think its cost us Bellas sanity as well. Please, Esme, dont make this any harder than it has to be. I wont let you take her! Esme again. Im her mother-in-law. Shouldnt I have some sort of say in the matter? Shouldnt she? Shes my daughter, Esme. Birth A new voice. Gruff and coarse. Charlie. I have more of a say in the matter than you. And, really, its not up to either you to make the decision. Yet another voice, the soothing, almost-medicating voice of another doctor. Its up to the state and us doctors as well. Once someone reports something like this, its our decision as to whether or not shes a danger to herself and others. Weve made the decision. She as well has no say in the matter, especially since her mind doesnt seem in the right place to make decisions at this time either. No, this is ridiculous! Esme was still screaming. Shes perfectly fine! So what if shes acting a little loopy? I think she has the right to having just lost her husband! Shes not suicidal and she hasnt hurt anyone!

Yet, the doctor interjected. You you shut up! What gives you the right to come into my house and make decisions for a girl who honestly has the right to be acting like this now? Carlisle called me, said it was urgent that Bella got help. What the hell, Carlisle? How could you betray her like that? And you, too, Charlie! Youre not trying to stop them from taking your daughter away?! Dr. Cullen, please restrain your wife, the doctor said. Shes not making this easier. Bella will thank you for this someday. I assure you that she will. I could tell their conversation was coming to an end now and I got up. There was no way in hell I was letting them lock me up in a straight jacket like some kind of menace to society. Sure, I had joked about needing to be put in a padded room, but that didnt mean I was going to let them take me. I hurried upstairs as quickly and as quietly as I could since they were blocking the front door. Edward still had the long rope in the closet from when he used to sneak out at night to see me. I was would use that to get out of the house and then I would run away. Id find Edward and wed figure out what to do together. Most likely go into hiding from both the vamps and the sadistic doctors who like to take nearly perfectly fine people to loony bins. I threw open the door to my room and my heart stopped a little when I saw Alice sitting on the end of my gigantic bed. She looked like a tiny doll, her legs swinging off the end and not making it to the ground. Trying to escape, are we, Bella? she asked, her voice menacing and cruel yet playful at the same time. Alice, please, just let me go, I said. Dont tell them Im up here. I cant let them lock me up. Ive got to, Bella, Alice said. I was the one who told Carlisle everything. Why would you do that? She stood up and came towards me. I took a step back a chill went through me. There was something off about her. She was even more beautiful than usual but it was in and almost scary and sharp way. Her skin looked white in the light of the moon shining through my window. Of course, pale skin wasnt unusual for the inhabitants of Forks, Washington since we rarely saw sunlight, but Alice had never been this translucently pale. What was wrong, though, didnt hit me until her eyes flashed red. Oh, god, they got to you, Alice, didnt they? I moaned. When did this happen? A couple days ago, Alice said. The transformation just ended today. Now, I have powers you wouldnt imagine. She laughed darkly. Its more amazing than you can believe.

Alice, how could you let them? Silly Bella, it was a let thing, but I dont regret it now. Alice smiled a sweet, sad smile and for a moment I saw the sister I knew before her soul had been sucked out of her. You dont have to fight it, you know. Please dont fight it, Bella. Then we can be sisters like we always have, but even better. Well be immortal together you and Edward and me and maybe I can even change Jasper as well. Its not as awful as you think it is. I cant do that, Alice, I said, even though her offer didnt sound too bad. Edward and I would be back together. Too bad, Alice basically purred. She lifted an icy finger towards me and traced the artery under my neck. I strained away but I seemed paralyzed to the spot. I wish theyd let me take a bite at you. Just a little, tiny bite but no thats someone elses job. They cant really do it yet, you being pregnant and all. And theyll want a few months anyway, of course. Whys that? I couldnt help but ask even though I knew I didnt want to hear the answer. Alice laughed again, the same dark laugh. You really are silly, Bella. To break you, of course. If you dont join willingly, they cant force you to without making sure youll obey them first. So, theyre going to have to break you and trust me, they will. A week in a straight jacket should do it though theyll keep you there as long as they need to. Years if they have to. I trembled and Alice didnt miss it. Scary thought, right? I reckon I wouldnt last an hour. Lets see how strong Bella really is. Thats when I felt it pierce me, the needle going straight into my neck where Alices finger was still. The drugs circulated through me immediately and my legs buckled under me. I struggled to keep my eyes open as the world turned sideways but I was out before I hit the ground.

Immortal: Chapter 17
by ~bellacullen124

Chapter 17 The first thing I realized was the silence. An awful, suffocating silence. It roared in my ears and closed in on me, making my lungs tighten. I had been going in and out of consciousness for a while and I was just now awake enough to notice how quiet it was. The meds had finally worn off enough for me to stay awake but I immediately wished someone would stick me with a needle again so that I could go back to sleep. After another while, I decided it was time to open my eyes. It was hard and they were crusted together but when I reached up to wipe them, my arms were stuck to my sides. Even though I had expected it, that still didnt keep me from panicking. My eyes wrenched themselves opened and I tried to scream but my mouth wouldnt open. It took a while for my heart to calm down but once I had accepted the situation, I managed to stop my panic attack. I remembered what Alice had said. They had put me in here to break me, to essentially drive me legit crazy so that I would beg them for salvation and offer them anything in return, even my soul. I had to keep myself sane, even if they left me in here for years, which I really hoped they didnt. I was starting to go crazy and I probably hadnt been in there more than a few hours. Of course, time started to make no sense in there. There was no way to tell if it had been days or just minutes that I had been in there. It already felt like years. Everything was too white, way too colorless. It hurt my eyes and eventually I just settled on closing them. The silence was starting to kill me and I tried to sing, to hum, to scream anything to break the silence but I was still too drugged to move my lips. I could tell that they had an IV in me and that that IV led out of the room so that they could keep the drugs coming and make sure I was nourished so that they wouldnt have to break my isolation. If they had to bring me food three times a day, I would eventually be able to figure a way to keep track of time and that wouldnt do at all. I couldnt help but wonder what these drugs were doing to my baby? To keep myself from going crazy, I decided to start replaying my life in my mind. I realized I wasnt really alive until I came to Forks so I started there. Up until then, I had been a broken girl who had been torn up by the few boys who had ever given me attention. They always seemed to like me just so that they could toy with my emotions and then leave me more heartbroken than before. When I had arrived at Forks High School, I was a tough girl with a way too innocent face. I wore leather jackets and overdid the makeup so that I looked a whole hell of a lot tougher than I was. It was my way of putting the walls up, the way I knew I wouldnt be hurt again. When I looked like the sweet, innocent, nave girl I was without the accessories, guys always found a way to take advantage of me and by the time I moved in with my dad, I was basically a shell.

But Edward had seen through the walls. The first time we kissed, he had stalked me and a few friend up to Port Angeles when we were dress shopping. I had gone to a book store while they goggled over jewelry and Edward had gotten out of the car there, chasing me along the pier when I basically ran in the opposite direction when I saw him. I didnt get why he wanted to talk to me so bad so I had avoided him for the last few weeks. I was sure he was just another one of those guys who wanted to mess with me and then chuck me to the curb when they were done with me. Please, let me walk with you, he had called out. Ok, I said. Then, tell me why youre stalking me, Edward Cullen. Is it such a crime to want to get to know the pretty, new girl better, he asked me, flashing me a crooked smile. Psh, I had thought. Like Ive never heard that line before. Fine, Cullen, what do you want to know? I had asked him, my lip curling up in snarl. I want to know who you are, he said. Who you really are. Not this tough, biker-looking chick whos standing in front of me. I want to know who the real Bella Swan is and why shes putting on this act. Well, who do you think I am? I gave him a mysterious smile that I could tell had baffled him. He certainly hadnt been expecting me to shoot the question back at him. I think youre this gorgeous girl who doesnt put enough value in herself, he said after a moments thought. I think youre scared. I laughed though in the pit of my stomach, I knew he was right. I was terrified. What do I have to be scared of? The only thing I can think of is being stalked down a pier at night and being taken advantage of. Youre not going to try to take advantage of me, are you, Edward? I raised my eyebrow at him and his shoulders shook with laughter. Of course not. All I want is to know what youre scared of. Why are you so sure Im scared of something? Because you put on this act with your leather jacket and eyeliner and strutting around school like nothing can hurt you. Youre not as tough as you act. I glared at him. Maybe I am, maybe Im not. Im not so sure how telling you all about my problems is going to help. I think you need to get them off of your chest for one thing, Edward said. And it would help me get to know you better. So really, itd help both of us. What about you? You going to spill all of your problems after me? We could have crying fest and then go watch chick flicks. Is that what you want because I dont think so. I think

you want more from me and I want you to know youre not going to get it. Youre right, I want more from you. I want to get to know you like no one else does. I want to know everything about. Is there anything wrong with that? Plenty. You dont know me so you dont what Ive been through. I think that was you starting to tell me. Im not going to complain about my life. Some people have it so much worse off than me. I have no right to complain. Ah, so youre selfless on top of scared. You feel like you shouldnt be scared? No, I feel like I dont have the right to be scared. Thats not being selfless. Im still scared of stuff, I just dont complain. Its your life. You have the right, depending on what it is. Why do you want me to tell you so bad? Im curious. Our fears define who we are so much more than anything and, as Ive said, I want to know who you are. So, then, Cullen, what are you scared? Were not talking about it. I cocked my head to one side and stared at him. Id say that means youre scared to talk about your life. And youre scared that you arent worthy of your fears. No, I feel like I shouldnt be scared of such petty things when there are so many people so worse Yeah, yeah, starving orphans in Africa, I get it. But were not talking about them, were talking about you. What are you so afraid of? You wont be able to get me to stop once I start ranting. I dont want you to stop. I want to listen to you talk forever. Im scared Im scared And then, I dont know why, but I was spilling all of my deepest fears to this guy I barely knew. Im scared of getting hurt again but Im also scared of being alone forever, of dying old and ugly and fat and unloved. And Im scared of never being able to figure out how to balance the two of those so I just dont let anyone get close so that I will be alone and unhurt. Im scared that no one will ever want to kiss me like they mean it and then not leave me a couple days later. Im scared no one will ever kiss me and still want to be with me forever. Im scared of getting stuck here forever and Im scared that Ill be no one

forever. But I really cant let myself get hurt again. So, whatever it is you want to be between, I cant let it happen. We cant even be friends. All any guy has ever done is hurt me so I know you wont be any differ. I cant handle my heart breaking again. I turned to leave, but he grabbed my wrist and stared into my eyes with his. His were the most amazing shade of green Id ever seen. What if I promise to never break your heart? he asked. Its impossible. Everyone gets bored of me eventually. You wont be able to keep that promise, no matter how hard you try. I could never get bored of you. You just poured your heart out to me. I know everything youre scared of and that shows a person more than anything else as Ive said. I know youve be hurt by a guy, a few guys probably, so bad that you dont know if loves real anymore. I never said that I dont believe in love. He took a step closer to me. But Im right, arent I? Youre terrified of letting anyone close to you. Youve built up so many walls but I dont think theyre really to keep anyone out. Then what are they for? Another step, his face was just inches from mine. Theyre to see who cares enough to try and break them down. What fortune cookie did you read that off of? I scoffed. And, so far, no one has cared enough then. Youve never been kissed, at least not really, truly kissed. He was leaning in closer now. I could feel his breath on my lips and my heart sped up. And you want to be kissed but you dont think anyone will want to kiss you like you want them to. I could barely breathe. He was so close. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to kiss him. He was just teasing me now but I needed to kiss him, to feel his lips on mine. Before, with all the other guys, Id never felt this way. Theyd never made it hard to breathe. Id never needed them to kiss me like I needed Edward to do right then. So, what? I managed to say without sounding breathless but there was certain husk to my voice. Do you think youll be that guy that will kiss me the way I want you to? If you let me. And then, without waiting for my answer, he pressed his lips against mine. It wasnt like any other kiss Id ever had. It was simple kiss, just his lips pressed lightly against mine, forcing my lips to part slightly. I breathed in his heady scent, my mind going fuzzy from the smell of him. I could feel this kiss all the way done to my toes. This is the way a kiss is supposed to feel, I had thought.

He pulled away a bit but I could still feel his lips flutter against mine as he said, I wont ever leave you. Youd better not, I whispered playfully as I pulled him back in for another kiss. And thats when I knew. I replayed that kiss in my head, over and over, until I couldnt focus on it anymore. I wished I could actually feel the kiss again, instead of just remembering what it felt like. Maybe Edward would be the one to save me from this. I started to think about the night Edward proposed to me. We were laying in my bed. Edward had snuck out of his house like he did a lot and climbed through my window. We never did anything, just slept in each others arms. There was nothing better than hearing him breathe beside me and feel his heartbeat when my head was on his chest. I was just about to doze off. Bella, will you marry me? Edward whispered. I sat up suddenly, staring down at him with wide eyes. Are you serious? Edward sat up too, sitting across from me. Why would I joke about this? I want you to marry me. You are serious, I said dumbly. This isnt just for sex, is it? Bella, you cant be serious. You know me. I love you. I want to spend forever with you. Im eighteen, Edward. So, youre eighteen. We can legally get married. Please, Bella. I love you more than anything. I want to be able to hold you in my arms without feeling like Im going behind our parents backs and I want to be here when you wake up, not have to rush out early so that I can get home before everyone wakes up. I want everyone to see that I plan on being with you for the rest of our lives and that were not just going to go our separate ways after high school. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little jewelry box. I felt my heart beat faster and tears sting my eyes. He was really serious about this. Isabella Swan, marry me. He opened the box and a huge diamond shined up at me. That was when I threw myself at Edward, squealing. I hugged him tight and kissed his lips passionately. Ill take that as a yes, Edward said breathlessly as he slid the ring onto my finger. I could still feel the ring my finger. I said a quick prayer, thankful that they hadnt taken away the only physical thing I had left of Edward when they threw me in this hellhole. They were trying to take away my humanity, my child, and my husband, but they had left my ring. How much longer would it be until I lost everything?

Immortal: Chapter 18
by ~bellacullen124

Chapter 18 It wasnt long until I ran out of things to think about. At least, it didnt seem long enough. If I was really going to be stuck in here for years, how could I run out of things to think of so quickly? If I didnt have anything to think of, I was going to go insane very quickly. I had already gone through my life a few times, sang the lyrics of every song I knew in my head, and solved the worlds insoluble problems. Id gone over every fact Id ever learned in school, dreamed of what it would be like it would be like when Edward and I were finally reunited, and wondered if it would really be that bad to be changed into a vampire. No, that was what they wanted me to think. They wanted me to go down that road because if I started to doubt that it was bad, they would have finally gotten to me. How long had I been in here? I missed the world of watches and clocks. I would have even taken a sundial if it meant I would know the time. Of course, if I had a sundial, I would also have sun which would have told me how many days had gone by. It felt like I had been in here for a month at least. Perhaps I had been. It took me a while to remember I was pregnant. If I had been in here a month, I would have been bigger, right? The straight jacket would be strained, it was already tied so tight around me. Right? Maybe that would be my way to figure out how long I had been in here. I tried to sleep as much as I could but that just left me more disoriented than before. I couldnt tell how long I had slept each time. I was used to being able to wake up and look at the clock beside the bed. Now, I had neither a clock nor a bed. Sometimes it felt like five minutes but for all I knew I could have been asleep for half a day, and others it felt like I had been asleep for a days when it really could have been a second. I didnt want to lose even more time than I already was in this room. And because the drugs and the uberly bright room were messing with my sleep, the only dreams I had were awful nightmares. I tried to stay awake as long as I could but that led to thinking. It was a lose-lose situation no matter what. I couldnt sleep because that led to nightmares and disorientations. I couldnt stay awake because then I was left with nothing to do but think. Eventually the only things I could think of were the bad things. The vampires, the fact that everyone thought I was crazy and that I was now trapped in a padded room and the only way out was to actually go crazy, my baby that was probably being drugged to death right at this moment. Then, I started thinking about all the times my heart had broken. The first boy, the one who said he was in love with but who I didnt like at first until he convinced me to give him a chance. Just as I started to really love him, and after he had stolen my lip virginity (something that was a huge deal to me when I was that age), he dumped me when he started to like my best friend. The next guy, the one who had been my first real love. Turned out, he had only loved me for my body and started to pressure me to sleep with him after just a couple months.

One day, while we were making out in the back of his car, he tried to force me to go to far and would have if I hadnt been able to get out of the car. Afterwards, he tried to act like nothing had happened but he was already dead to me. It amazed me that someone who claimed to love would try and force me to do something I didnt want to do. Then there was the third guy, the guy who said I was his everything and that he wanted to spend forever with me, the guy that I thought I felt the same way about. I had caught him cheating on me with the school slut. It was then that I stopped believing in love until I met Edward, Edward who had broken my heart by dying. My life consisted of nothing but failed love and broken hearts. Three guys who had broken my heart in spite of saying they loved me and promising theyd never hurt me, and one guy who did everything in his power to not hurt me but done it on accident anyway. Because, even if Edward was still alive in some way, he was still soulless. I guess I still didnt exactly know what that meant I didnt know anything about the kind of vampires we were dealing with period but Edward couldnt be the Edward I knew. He was probably now a blood-obsessed, evil monster of the darkness. There were so many different versions of vampires. Fiction was typically based on fact but there were so many different vampires in fiction. From sexy heroes who tried to abstain from being a monster to evil villains who had obviously lost all connection with the human they had once been. From demure, old fashioned vampires that fell in love with humans to seductive, red-eyed beasts who liked to play with their food before they ate it. From vampires that could drink what the rant and not kill to the worlds best predator who killed for the fun of it. I thought about that for a while but it was kind of a scary thought. What would I be like when they changed me? That almost made me cry. I had already given up. I wasnt thinking in ifs anymore, but in whens. When they changed me, when I was vampire. I had given up on defying them, I had given up on my humanity. This padded room and this straight jacket reminded me of Dantes Inferno that I read Junior year. Satan was trapped in a lake of frozen ice, his freewill basically taken away from him. In my opinion, the loss of freewill would be the worst punishment ever, one more painful than flame and burning brimstone. They were taking my choice of humanity, but at least I would be able to move, to talk, to live without being drugged up. I would be able to do something other than think about all my mistakes, all my broken hearts, everything that had ever gone wrong in my life. All that was left was letting them know they had broken me, let them know I would give into them willing just so that I could get out this hell. An eternity as a soulless monster was better then being stuck here. I give up! I tried to scream out to them, let them know that Id been in here long enough. My mouth wouldnt open, and even if it could, it was too dry to form the words. I give up! Im done! Take my soul, take my life, but just let me out of here! I tried and tried to call out. Occasionally, a couple squeaks came out.

I. Give. Up. I whispered nearly mutely, my throat screaming in protest. The ground shook beneath me, an ominous sign in my opinion. There were shouts from the hall, loud shouts that made my eardrums feel like bursting. It was the first thing I had heard in god knows who long except for a roaring silence. It hurt to hear. I peeled my crusted eyes open in time to see the door burst open, swinging on its hinges hard until it cracked off of the doorframe, landing with a thump on the white ground. A dark figure stood in the door way, looking around the room for a moment. He stepped forward into the light and that was when my brain stopped function. It was the man I hadnt seen alive in nearly two months, the man I had loved.

Immortal: Chapter 19
by ~bellacullen124

Chapter 19 Everything was on fire, every single fiber in my body screaming in protest. The cold arms around me jostled me around and a moan of pain escaped my lips. How long had it been since I had moved? Years, probably. Centuries, most likely. My whole body tingled with pins and needles and every inch of me throbbed against the body that I was pressed against. I groaned. All my memories were a blurry fuzz hidden behind a screen of white noise in my mind. There was a white room and red eyes and a little screaming baby. I remembered a needle being shoved into the skin of my neck and the arms of the man I loved holding me tight but that was all that I could seem to remember of my life. I couldnt make any sense of it. What had happened to me? Why was everything so fuzzy? The thumping of feet against stairs sounded in my ears, the slight noise threatening to burst my eardrums. My temples pounded in pain with a roaring headache and I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Not even a squeak. A door clicked open and the arms holding me pulled me in tighter, squeezing me against someones chest. I felt myself being set down on what seemed like a couch and light suddenly threatened to flood my eyes. I squeezed my eyelids shut tighter and opened my mouth again to talk. This time, I managed to get some noise out but it was a ruff cough that set my dry throat on fire. Oh, Bella, a soft voice said from the next room. A familiar voice but I couldnt place it. My memories were still blocked. A cold glass was placed against my lips. I parted them slightly as someone poured cool liquid down my tongue. Thats when it all came back to me. Vampires! I sat up and spit the liquid out as quick as I could. What if it was blood? Had they managed to change me? Was that why I was in so much pain? Changing species had to be uncomfortable. Was I even human anymore? Did I still have a soul? God dammit, Bella, the familiar voice said again. Edward. It was my Edward, a voice I never thought Id hear again. I opened my eyes to find myself staring into the most beautiful face ever. He was dripping with water and a drop clung to the tip of his nose precariously. His eyes were red and angry and his skin was pale and nearly translucent but I could tell he was still my Edward and not some bloodsucking monster. His bronze hair was a mess, sticking up at odd angles, and his clothes were dirty and second-hand looking but this was still Edward. Then, I looked myself over. I was in one of those hideously awkward hospital gowns, the

ones that gape open in the back so that you can show off your derriere proudly. Other than that and the fact that I seemed to be holocaust-ly skinny, nothing about me seemed different. I had always been that sickly pale, right? If I looked in the mirror, would my eyes be red? Edward, I gasped hoarsely. Im not am I I mean, I cant be am I? Edwards eyes faded to black and he looked at me sadly. No, Bella, love, youre still human. I sighed in relief and slumped back against the couch. Every muscle I had screamed in protest every time I moved. They were tight and burning from not being used for God knew how long. The inside of my arm was black and blue and covered with various needle pricks, making me look like a total stoner. My wrists were chaffed from the straightjacket and everything was still in a haze from the drugs that hadnt completely worn off. Where are we? I asked, my voice cracking. Edward stared at me for a moment, long and hard like he was trying to read my mind, and then passed me the glass of water again. This time, I drank greedily and emptied the cup in seconds. I gave it back to Edward and he left to refill it again. When he came back, I was about to ask the question again but when I opened my lips to talk, he cut me off with a kiss. I was still in too much pain to really kiss him back but I could feel every inch on me light on fire, burning with need. It was the way Edwards kisses always made me feel, the way a kiss was supposed to feel. Ive missed you, love, Edward whispered. Ive missed you, too, I said, tears pricking at my eyes. I thought you were dead. I am, in a way, but Im still the same person I was, Edward said. I wont let them take that away from me. I wont do anything that could cause me to lose you. I nodded and Edward gently pulled me onto his lap, tucking my head underneath his chin and wrapping his arms around me. We sat like that for a while. It was cold in Edwards arms now. His arms were like ice around me. But a cold Edward was better than having no Edward at all. Im pregnant, I whispered some time later. I could feel Edward stiffen underneath me. I pulled away from him and looked up into his eyes. They were red again. He didnt seem shocked. He looked more terrified. Oh, Bella, Edward sighed, his voice borderline distraught. Why dont you go take shower, love? You must be dying for one. Ill answer any questions you have afterwards. I blinked at him. What was with the sudden change of topic? Shouldnt he be ecstatic or nervous or even have some kind of reaction to the fact that I was carrying his child? Was there something wrong? I didnt press, though. Id save that for later because he was right. I really did need a shower. Anything to wash off the memories of the stark white room and a tight straight jacket and a fuzzy haze.

I stood up, my legs creaking under me. For a moment I swayed, my knees threatening to buckle under me. It was as though my legs had forgotten how to hold up my weight. Edwards hand caught me by the elbow and helped steady me. The room spun for a minute and then my body seemed to remember how to stand on its own and reality focused itself. I looked up at Edward, missing the warm green color that his eyes used to be. Are you at least happy? I whispered. Of course, my love, Edward said. Everything is just complicated right now. But I still love you more than anything. I nodded and Edward pressed his lips lightly against my forehead. He led me to the bathroom of the small, run-down motel room that we were in, his hand still keeping me steady. I peered cautiously into the bathroom, not sure if it was as bad off as the rest of the room. I turned to look at Edward again, one last question balancing on the tip of my tongue. One last question that couldnt go unanswered any longer. How long was I in there? Only a week, love, Edward said. No more than seven days. It had only taken them a week to break me. I bit my lip hard, threatening to break the skin, and locked myself into the dark bathroom. I flicked on the lights and tried to keep my shuddering breaths calm. A week. No more than seven days. It had felt like years. I had thought I could last longer in there but I had only last one god damn week! I wasnt as strong as I thought I was. I wasnt anywhere close to as strong as I thought I was. I looked in the mirror. I literally looked like a survivor of the Holocaust. My body was deathly skinny except for a flab of fatty skin along my stomach which I took as a good sign as far as the fact that I was pregnant. My hair was matted to my head with grease and sweat and my lips were chapped. I hadnt had solid food in a week and my stomach growled at the thought. I patted my stomach, hoping my baby was still alive and well in there. I hoped the drugs didnt do anything to her. I couldnt wait six more months until I got to meet her. I climbed into the shower, taking my time to leisurely soak in the steam. By the time I climbed out though, my skin was red and raw from scrubbing it with the little bar of hotel soap. I was trying to get the memory of the padded room off of my skin and out of my hair but it didnt seem to be working. Everything still clung to me. I had only lasted a week! I was towel drying my hair when I realized I didnt have any clothes. I unlocked the bathroom door and stuck my head of the steamy room. Edward had laid an unfamiliar pair of jeans and a black shirt out for me on the bed. He, on the other hand, was no where to be seen. I pulled myself into the clothes, feeling them slide down my hips. I had to tie a ponytail holder to the back of the shirt to make it even remotely fit. My stomach roared again. I needed food. Maybe thats where Edward was. Seeing as he probably didnt need to eat anymore, he probably had to buy me food.

I crept over to the window. Heavy drapes hung over them, blocking out any light from outside. I was tired of artificial lights. That had been all there was in the padded room. Bright, artificial lights that gave you a headache. I needed to see the sun. I pulled back the drapes and my knees nearly gave out under me. The world was white, covered in snow and ice. It was supposed to be July! I was put in that bloody mental house in July and I had only been there a week. It would still be July! It didnt snow like this in July! Edward had lied to me.

Immortal: Chapter 20
by ~bellacullen124

Chapter 20 It was January. January twelfth. I checked. I tried to think the best of Edward at first but it became exceedingly harder. Maybe he had moved me to Alaska for my safety but that didnt make much sense. Why would Alaska make me safe? And how could he get an unconscious, drugged, supposedly-pregnant girl into Alaska so easily? Or Maybe we were still in Washington and there had just been one of those freak, mid-summer snow storms. We did get those every once in a while but, then again, it was never this bad and it melted quickly. This was not a summer snow storm. The world was literally coated in snow and ice. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I went down to the front desk. The man there gave me a strange look when I told him which room I was in. I was guessing they could tell there was something weird about the occupant of that room. Still, the clerk handed me an extra key when I asked for it and then a brochure with the Space Needle on the front. We were in a fleabag motel just a few miles down the high way South of Seattle. Then I grabbed a news paper to check the date because I sure wasnt asking the clerk. He was already looking at me like he thought I was a kidnap victim. Im sure hed call the police if I asked for the date. And there it was, in bold, small letters at the top of the page. January twelfth. Exactly six months after the day I found out I was pregnant. That would put me at exactly nine months if my calculations had been right. Yet I was obviously not pregnant anymore. Did that mean my child was dead? What else had Edward lied about? Was he working for them? Was he working against me? What if they were using my Edward against me, still trying to break me? Was it not enough that I had already said I was ready to give up? Did they really need more than that? Did they want to tear me up to pieces before they would stop messing with my head? If they really wanted me that much, they had my permission to do whatever they wanted. They could change me into a freaking, bloodsucking demon and I didnt care anymore as long as the mind games stopped. You do care. Thats not what you want. I jumped, my fingers rattling the window my hand was pressed up against. I took my hand off the glass, leaving a handprint of steam, and turned slowly. She was sitting behind me, her legs swinging off the edge of the creaking motel bed. Her hair was pulled up elegantly and she was in the same clothes as I was though she pulled them off in a way I never would. Her eyes flashed red as I looked at her. What I wouldnt do for a wooden stake at the moment. Do you really exist? I asked.

She looked offended, her delicate features wrinkling. My features. As long as you exist, I exist. Im you and someday youll be me. Blood danced on her teeth and she licked it away with a flick of her tongue. A chill shot through me and I turned back towards the window, looking out at the icy day. What are you? I asked. Redundant much? she hissed. I just told you. Im you. Youre not me, I snapped. You may look like me but you are sure as hell not me. Oh, but I am. Dont you think I would know if I had a clone walking around wearing my face? I growled. I suppose but thats the thing. Im not a clone. A clone would share your DNA but it wouldnt be you. I live in you, I am you. I dont know what the hell you are, but youre not me! I wanted to charge at her, wave my arms through her and make her go up in a cloud of smoke. Thats all she was. Nothing but an apparition, an illusion my own brain had come up with to drive me crazy. She wasnt real, even if she insisted she was. I know what happened to your baby, she said suddenly, a cruel smile playing across her lips. That stopped my heart dead, froze it over and filled my veins with ice. My knees buckled slightly and I swayed precariously. What happened to her? I asked, my voice weak. Nuh-uh, she said with a wicked smile. Now is not the time for that. But I am here to tell you something else. I glared at her. And what exactly is that? Why wouldnt she just tell me what had happened to my child? She pointed at the top drawer of the tiny nightstand. I looked at her suspiciously but went over and opened the drawer. It stuck slightly and there was some very questionable waste at the bottom of the drawer, but there was also a glimmering, long shard of what appeared to be diamonds, attached to an ornamented hilt. I reached for it but it seemed to burn my fingers away when I touched it. A diamond dagger, my doubleganger said. The only way to kill a vampire. Aim straight for the heart and it will cut straight through. You dont even need that much force. Its quick and easy. Just remember that if you need it.

Then, she disappeared. There was no smoke or a loud puff. She was just gone like that. As though she didnt even exist. Maybe she never had. I picked up the dagger, holding it gently in my hands. The diamonds were fused together to form the sharpest point imaginable. Light danced off its facets, casting brilliant patterns on the wall It took a minute for it to click in. She wanted me to use it to kill Edward. If he was working against me, there was nothing I could do but kill him. Or you could let him change you, a little voice said in my ear. I could have the happily ever after I had always wanted, even if it did have to be drenched in blood. Would immortality and endless beauty really be all that bad? Would it be worth losing my soul? My hand trembled and the dagger slipped. I instinctively grabbed at it, trying to save it before it hit the ground, clutching at the blade tighter. It sliced through my skin as easily as though I was made out of air. My hand snapped open, my efforts at saving the dagger falling flat as it fell to the ground. The cut wasnt very deep but it lengthen my whole palm. Blood spilled over the ridges of the cut and dipped to the ground, splattering against the dirty carpet with a splash of red, before the pain and shock set in. The rust and salt smell was nauseating. Was it worth it to have to feed off the blood of others for the rest of eternity? If it wasnt, could I really kill Edward? Would I want to kill Edward? None of these were questions I could answer. Or maybe I was just sacred of what my answers would be. Whether it was worth it or not, or whether I could kill him or not, nothing I could decide would be what I wanted. Immortality wouldnt be worth in some senses, yet it would be if I could spend forever with my Edward. Also, Edward couldnt be allowed to live if he was a soulless monster, yet I wouldnt be able to live without him. Really, the only thing I wanted was my life to make sense again. For it to be normal again, back to the way it was only nine months ago. I wanted to have my life without vampires, without death, and without blood back. I wanted to live mortally with Edward like I had always planned on and die naturally at a ripe old again. Sadly, there was no going back. Unless this all turned out to be some awful dream, this is what it was now. Besides, I had given up wishing that this wasnt real. This was real and I couldnt deny it any more. I lifted my hand to my mouth and licked the blood off of my skin. I really did need to be put back into that padded room. The salty taste of blood stung my tongue but that wasnt the bad part. The bad part was that it actually didnt taste too bad. How could immortality not be worth it?

Immortal: Chapter 21
by ~bellacullen124

Chapter 21 I had made my decision by the time Edward got back. It wasnt an easy choice. It was the hardest thing ever because how can you choose when no matter what, you lose everything that you live for? I either had to give up the man I loved more than life or I had to throw away my humanity. Just thinking about the choice tore me apart inside. Going through with what I had chosen was likely to kill me. How can you be expected to choose the right thing when you were weighing love against your soul? Thats the thing. You cant. Youre going to be biased no matter what. You cannot decide. I couldnt find a way to part with my humanity, especially if it meant I was going to become a soulless monster that fed off the lives of others, but I couldnt destroy Edward either. I didnt want to be the main instrument in the death of my husband. Maybe the vampires had already killed him, had already taken away his soul, but, in essence, he was still there. He still wore Edwards face. I still had the same past with him. He was still the same guy that I had fallen in love with, the guy who had risked getting grounded for life so he could be with me the night my grandpa died, the guy who I had married. The guy who had been the father to my child. There was still that electric shock when he touched and he had the ability to make the world melt away with a single kiss. On the surface, it was still Edward. Deep down well, I didnt know what to think. Deep down, somehow I knew he wasnt Edward. I was curled up in the bed, staring at nothing, my bandaged hand wrapped tight around the hilt of the dagger. My skin screamed in protest but it was a good pain, a welcomed pain. It was so much better than all the pain I had suffered since Edward had died back in May. Since then, there had been nothing but emotional pain, pain from all the thoughts the haunted me. This pain made sense and so I clutched my hand shut even tighter, feeling the edges of the cut pull open more from where my skin had been sliced open. I closed my eyes and took in a deep shuddering breath. This was a reminder of what my life had become. A big slash had been cut through my happy, little life when they had changed Edward, had taken him away from me forever. Ever since then, the fault line they created had quickly been pulling apart even more, leaving a whole in my life that could never be fixed. My life was ruined. There was no way to go back to being that happy human girl whos biggest worry in life was whether her husband had knocked her up or not. I could never get back to a life without pain or vampires or things that couldnt be explained. If it werent for bloodsucking monsters, I would never have known what a hard life really was. I could hear feet sinking into the dense, dirty carpet in the hall. The door to the motel room let off a low beep that seemed to echo through the space around me as it was unlocked. Edward was back. He came into the room, plastic grocery bags dangling from one hand. He

looked at me and smiled. He was so gorgeous and my resolve wavered slightly. What if I couldnt do this? What if I couldnt force myself to do what had to be done? Hello, love, he said. You hungry? His eyes flicked from me to the open window. Realization died in his coal-like eyes. Shit. Thats right, Edward, I hissed angrily, sitting up slightly in the bed. I kept my hand tight around the dagger, making sure it was under the covers, out of sight. Shit is right. Why the hell didnt you tell me? Why the hell would you lie to me like that?! Bella, I didnt lie, Edward said, his eyes hard and worried. It was almost the look that he got when he was trying to make up a lie, but it also wasnt. There was a slightly different glint to his eyes. I couldnt make out what he was thinking. I swear, I didnt lie. A week. You said I was only in there for a week! Bella, Bella, Edward moaned, his head falling into his hands. Then, he was on the bed next to me. He took my face gently between his hands and forced me to look at him. You have to believe me. Ill explain everything. If you meant that, you would have told me the truth the moment I asked, I cried. Youre working with them. Youre working against me! How you could you do this? How you could you betray me! This was it. This was my chance. If I waited any longer, I wouldnt be able to do it. The anger would wear off and Id loose the nerve. I couldnt look at the desperation in his eyes as I pulled my hand out from under the blanket and balanced the tip of the dagger on his chest. He froze. Really, truly froze. For a moment, he looked a statue. Im not lying! Please, Bella, please, he pleaded. You said one week, I said. You looked me in the eyes and said I was in that room for only one goddamn week. Its frickin January! Bella, please let me explain, Edward said. Please. You were only in there for a week. Just please let me explain. Youre one of them now, I whispered. Im not! Its still me, Bella. Look me in the eyes and tell me Ive lost my soul. Tell me Im a monster now. Im not like them! I am not one of them. I looked up with him, trying hard to make him out through my teary eyes. He still looked like Edward, slightly paler, but still Edward. He still had the same straight nose, the same shaped eyes that crinkled with emotion even though they were a different color. He still had the same lips that could twist into that perfect smile. His hair was still tousled and bronze, looking as though he never brushed it but in a way that only he could pull off. And beneath all that, his face still betrayed his every emotion, still wrote his thoughts across his forehead for everyone to read. It made this even harder.

No. My hands were shaking and I couldnt breathe anymore. No. I have to do this. No one is forcing you to do this, Bella, Edward said. His hands were still on my face and he brushed a tear away with his thumb. No one is forcing you to let me live, but no one is forcing you to kill me either. Youre not human anymore. But Im not a monster either. Youve got to believe me, Bella. I kept what little humanity I have left for you. I escaped them as soon as I could and I saved you as soon as it was safe. Please, love, put the dagger down and I will tell you everything. I wanted to believe him. I wanted desperately to believe that there was still something of Edward left. I wanted to believe that he wasnt gone, that there was still a chance I could get him back after all those months of thinking he was gone. I wanted to believe that he still had a soul, could still be good, could still be the man I fell in love with and married. I didnt want to lose him again. Bella, its still me, Edward said. Im still me. My hands were now trembling violently. The dagger was loose in my hands and my face was covered in tears. I looked at Edward again. He didnt want me to kill him but he didnt seem to be doing much to stop me. It almost seemed like he would let me plunge the dagger into his heart if I really did find the will to do it. He wouldnt stop me. I still love you, he whispered. Ill always love you, no matter what. More than anything. This wasnt right. I let out a sob. This wasnt right! I could see what he was doing. Of course he wasnt trying to stop me physically. He knew how to break through my resolve with a few words of sweet nothing. Because they didnt mean anything to him anymore! Of course they didnt! They really were sweet nothing! Nothing at frickin all! My tear-drenched face was screwed up with pain, the pain of having to kill your own husband. The man you had once loved more than anything, the man that had once been the thing in front of you. No. Bella. NO! It would just take a quick shove. Nothing more. And then maybe I could escape, run away, go into hiding. I could get away from this nightmare of a life. I mean, hiding from vampires didnt seem like the easiest thing to do but Id figure it out. This would be my past, really nothing more than a bad dream, and Id find away to escape this. I looked back into Edwards eyes. There was something in the far deeper than desperation to live. There was sadness, true sadness. My wrist twisted forward. Instead of slicing through skin, though, I flung the dagger across the room. It lodged itself into the wall. I flung my arms around Edwards neck and kissed him. I kissed him like I had never kissed him before, like I would never kiss him again. The world melted away, ever doubt and every fear. There

was nothing but the two of us. For some reason, I believed him.

Immortal: Chapter 22
by ~bellacullen124

Chapter 22 The cry pierced the air, stretching through octaves and attaching my soul with it's cold hatred. It was a sound I had never heard before, I sound of pure anguish and suffering and terror, different from any other scream. It's a sound few people are ever graced with hearing. It takes a special kind of monster to make anyone scream like that. My prey struggled under me, screaming out until I bit in harder, drank deeper, and cut off their ability to do anything but tremble under me and wait for it to be over. I could make it easier on them. A quick twist of the neck would at least end the pain, if not end their life. Still, it was more fun this way. It was fun to see them try to escape, try to pull away. It was a new kind of exciting to see the power I had, how much I could make them suffer. And feeling the hope drain out of them was almost more delicious than their lives. To feel them thrash and thrash until finally they give up, stop moving and just shudder from the pain that's where the real excitement comes in. I sank my teeth in deeper, my victim's prey giving way under my razor sharp teeth. Tearing through flesh is a sensation unlike any other. The first gush of blood is too. It came so quick, threatening to choke me. It rushed warm and thick down my throat. I moaned, not in disgust like I would have, but in ecstasy. Blood was like a drug. Life and power, all combined into one little mind-numbing, fulfilling drink. *** I felt cool hands on my face and opened my eyes. I would have screamed if it had not been for the lump in my throat. The tears pricked at my eyes and I could still taste the blood on my tongue. I sat up and stared at Edward. His eyes were so soft and worried and it took me a second to realize that he was now damned to a life like that, not just a dream. A life of living on blood and power and thirst. The life of a monster. That was all it took for me to start sobbing. Edward quickly wrapped me in his arms, something that used to be a routine motion for us whenever PMS got the better of me and I would randomly burst out, but this was different than it used to be. His arms were too cold and he realized this quickly as well because he tucked a sheet around me tightly, wedging it between us so we weren't really touching. Previously, I had been so happy that I had been liberated from that hell hole of a room, happy to not only know that Edward was alive but also to be back with him, scared that he was evil, and then finally happy again to learn that he wasn't. I hadn't really taken a second to sit back and look at how weird our relationship was going to be from now on. The vampire and the human, the bloodsucker and the warm blooded, the immortal and the mortal. I had thought about what it would be like to let him make me immortal, but I hadn't thought about what it would be like if he left me mortal. And then there was the nasty situation of the fact that there was an evil cult of vampires out

to get me, I didn't know what had happened to my daughter, and I still really didn't know what I was up against except for the obvious soulless, bloodsucking facts that I knew. "What's wrong, my love?" Edward cooed into my hair. "What are we now, Edward?" I sobbed. "What are going to do?" "What are we?" he asked, his lips moving against my forehead. "Don't you mean what am I? That's the real issue here. We are whatever you decide to allow us to be after you know all the facts. That can always be changed. That's a choice. I am what they have turned me into. There was no choice there." There was a strange bitterness to his voice, a hard edge that made me want to cry even harder. Even though I hadn't killed him, even though I believed him, he obviously didn't think I was going to stay around long. "I won't leave you, Edward," I promised, wiping the tears away. "I just want to know what the rest of my life is going to look like." "It's not going to be pretty." "It hasn't been pretty for a long time," I told him. "In fact, it never really was. You just set up the illusion that all was well but I've had this knife hanging over my head my whole life. I just never knew about it." "I'm sorry I can't fix this, Bella," Edward said. "You have no clue how much I wish everything could go back to normal. Right now, we should be sitting at home with a little, new baby in our arms. We shouldn't be in a rundown motel hiding from vampires. We shouldn't even have to use the word vampire in serious conversation. I'm just so sorry, Bella." "It's my fault," I mumbled. "This is supposed to be my punishment, not yours. There's no way to fix it now. But you do owe me a lot of explanations." "Yes, that I do," Edward said. He tucked my head under his chin and held to him even tighter. Maybe this was weird and different, but I was still in Edward's arms again. It was nearly surreal. The world had fixed this issue at least. I just had to keep telling myself that I'd rather have him undead than dead. At least undead, I got to keep him. "I've managed to figure out that there are two typical ways to create a vampire. First, was the way I was changed. Basically, I had a lot of vampire venom in my system and was quickly killed after it. My heart stopped beating. I woke up a few hours with you standing over me. You must remember that. They quickly put me into a drug induced coma, but the pain was too unbearable for me to really slip away into a coma. Instead, it just froze me for three days while I was changed. It's painful because it's quick. The second way doesn't hurt much but takes longer. It's the traditional shared blood legend. The vampire bites their victim and then gives them some of their own blood. This process has to be repeated about once a week for a month until the change is complete. This one is gradual, to the point where the people around you don't notice until it's too late." "Like Alice," I whispered.

"Yes, like Alice. Even you didn't notice what she was becoming until it was too late. And she was so overcome with anger, hatred, and grief that she did nothing to fight it. Those are the things that take away your soul, rip it away. When you change, all of that's intensified, every emotion and every thought and memory. Alice was mad at you and it became even worse when she was changed. She succumbed." "And why didn't you?" I asked hoarsely, nearly scared of the answer. "Because the only thing I could feel was love. I can't say I still have my soul but I can stay I still retained most of my humanity because of you." "What do you eat then?" "I still need blood, if that's what you mean. I can survive off animal's blood. I may not be as strong as I could be because of it but I prefer it this way. Whenever I get too weak, I take some human blood from a blood bank." "And what about the people after me? How'd you get away from them? What do they want?" "I think you already know what they want. They want to rule the world. Now that's a new twist to the vampire books. Vampires are nothing like in those books. We have fangs and drink blood and are super strong, but we're different. We don't want to stay hidden. We want the world to know that we're here, that we're stronger than them, a superior race. We're supposed to be in charge, not hiding in the shadows like the stories want us to. "I'm not really away from them. They wouldn't have let me go. They would have killed me the second they smelled rebellion. Instead, I've had to outsmart them. They still think I'm working for them, just taking a break. A bloody leave of absence, if you will. They think I'm out slitting as many throats as I can, draining blood from screaming humans." I quickly changed tracks before he could go on with the horror fest. "How was I only in that room for a week?" I put my hands on my flat stomach and whispered, "What happened to our baby?" Edward opened his mouth to answer but there was a loud bang before he could answer, cutting him off indefinitely. The door to our room exploded, slivers and chunks of wood flying across the room. Dust and the smell of death filled the room. I screamed against my will and clutched to Edward tightly as a dark, terrifying figure entered the room. His eyes shone a bloody red from beneath his heavy lids. His skin was pale with streaks of blood dripping down his chin, blood I could easily assume wasn't his own. He smiled at me. "Bella and Edward," he said, his voice grinding against my nerves, sending fear into the pit of my stomach. "The trouble makers, our vampirific Romeo and Juliet, if you will. You're love story has come to end." His words were the only thing I could hear as my world went black.

Immortal: Chapter 23
by ~bellacullen124

Chapter 23 "Bella, darling Bella, wake up, Bella, darling, lovely Bella." The singing hurt my head. Every part of me was sore and my temples throbbed in rhythm with the shrill, pretty voice. It wanted me to wake up and open my eyes. I didn't want to wake up. This time, it wasn't taking me even a moment to remember anything. I remembered it all. I didn't want to wake up and find out what had become of Edward and what my fate would be. "Pretty Bella, sleeping Bella, dead Bella, dear Bella. Wake up, open those gorgeous eyes. Bella this, Bella that. They want you awake, Bella. Wake up, Bella, darling Bella, lovely Bella, peaceful Bella. Wake up, Bella, time to meet your death. Lovely Bella, sweet Bella, gorgeous Bella. Wake up, Bella." I moaned, willing the voice to go away. Her singing was pretty but it wasn't doing anything for my headache. If they were planning on killing me, if it was really time to meet my death, why wouldn't they just kill me? Couldn't they let me sleep instead of waking me up before they drained my veins and took my soul? Couldn't I sleep some more and pretend that my life was somewhat peaceful? "Open your eyes, smile a little. Pretty Bella, gorgeous Bella, loved Bella. Wake up, darling, lovely Bella." I opened my eyes a crack and was instantly blinded by a bright light. I squeezed my eyelids together tight before opening my eyes slower. I couldn't see anything but white light shining in my eyes. I tried to sit up but I couldn't get more than a few inches off the uncomfortable mattress I was strapped to. My first instinct was to struggle and I did for a minute, my wrists tugging at their Velcro restraints. I felt a cool hand on my forehead and the face of a dead girl blocked out the light. She was deathly pale with sunken cheekbones and bags under her eyes. Her lips were pale and chalky and her fingers were freezing against my skin. The dull black of her eyes chilled me more than her hands on my face. "Alice." "Oh, Bella," Alice cried, her voice almost as scratchy as mine. "Oh, my god. Bella. I was starting to think you'd never wake up." "Alice?" I croaked hoarsely as she cried. This wasn't the Alice I had encountered the last time I had seen her. This wasn't the feral, throat-biting vampire who had stabbed me in the neck and threatened to suck my blood. She wasn't beautiful anymore nor confident nor anything like the Alice I knew. Instead, this girl was broken and pitiful-looking, her eyes bloodshot and tired. "Alice? What happened?" What happened? Now, wasn't there a question? I didn't even know what part of that I

wanted answered. I mean, I could be asking what had happened after I was re-kidnapped by vampires. I could be asking what happened to her and the rest of the Cullen clan. I could have been asking what had happened to my baby. "Oh, Bella," Alice said, sobbing still. "You're schizophrenic, Bella. They diagnosed you with the paranoid type of schizophrenia." "Schizophrenic," I whispered, unable to believe it. Of course, I had thought I was schizophrenic at first but then I'd been convinced otherwise. "No. No. I'm not I can't be it's not true. I'm not schizophrenic." "They ran all the tests and brain scans and everything after you fell into a coma." "Coma?" "Yes," Alice said, her voice gushing out in a frantic stream. "Oh, Bella, you've been out for six months. It's all their faults. I mean, they wouldn't listen to you about the baby and then they wouldn't listen to Esme either and by the time they thought that maybe, just maybe, they should check for themselves, it was too late. You had some funky pregnancy hormone thing going on and it, mixed with the drugs they were pumping in you, messed with your body and you went into this coma andand" "And what, Alice?" I could barely hear myself speaking, my voice was so low. My heart was rushing. My baby was dead. My baby was dead. I knew it but I needed to hear it out loud. I almost wished that my life would choose this moment to become a sitcom or one of those hidden camera reality shows. Maybe its horror streak was over. Maybe Alice would throw on a smile, start laughing about how she had me so convinced, bring out my baby and lay her in my arms. Maybe Edward would walk out of the closet and kiss my forehead, apologize for making me think he was dead. A blood covered look-a-like would come into the room too carrying a huge camera. Everyone would laugh at how angry I would look and eventually I would laugh and get over it. Sadly, my life was real and it couldn't be wished away. When things got even worse, they really did. "She died, Bella," Alice whispered. "You're baby is dead." I slumped against the mattress, not a hard feat seeing as I was already strapped tightly too it. Her words rang in my ears and I groaned, the sound catching in my sore throat. I wanted to sob, to cry. I wanted it to be a lie. "Six months?" I whispered. "And I'm schizophrenic. How much was real?" "Perhaps I should have Carlisle come in and tell you," Alice said. "I'm no doctor. You know that." "Alice, I want to hear from you," I said. "Bella, Carlisle will tell you better. You know he will. Please, Bella, let me go get Carlisle." fddsa"God dammit, Alice, just tell me what happened. I don't want to hear any frickin'

logistics from him.. I want to hear what happened from you. How much was real?" "If you mean Edward, he's really dead, Bella," Alice told me after a moment of silence, tears shining in her dark eyes. "That was real. Afterwards, you had hallucinations. You were always muttering about vampires and we had no clue what to do for you. And Carlisle told some of his friends, not knowing what to do about you, and they told someone higher up. It kind of snowballed and eventually someone decided that you had to be removed and institutionalized for the safety of everyone around you." "And my baby?" I asked. "Well, they drugged you so much, Bella," Alice said and I could hear the tears in her throat starting form, ripping through her words. "You've got to understand that they didn't mean to hurt you. You were going crazy. We all thought you were possessed. And you kept on screaming that you were pregnant but no one believed you. They all thought it was either your imagination or something you had made up to keep yourself out of the loony bin. And they just kept drugging you. And by the time they bothered to check to see if there was any truth to what you were saying, it was justit was too late. Carlisle about killed the doctor who had been administrating your drugs and he was in the process of suing for malpractice when you went into your coma." There was a lump in my throat and I could feel my body trying to get the tears out but I was still too tired. Every bit of me felt disconnected from my body. My ears were ringing and my vision kept going in and out of focus. My thoughts were jumbled and I was trying to grab everything and put it together but the pieces of my memories didn't match with her stories. If this was what waking up from a coma and learning your schizophrenic was like, I never wanted to do it again. "Where is everyone? Can I see them? Do they know I'm awake?" When I asked that, Alice's dark eyes filled with more tears that overflowed. "Oh, Bella. You've been out for six months. So much has happened. So many awful, awful things. It's just me and Carlisle now. Oh, Bella." "What do you mean? How can it just be the two of you?" "Oh, God, Bella, first well, first, Esme she hung herself, Bella. She's dead. She did it right after you went into a coma and the doctors said you may never wake up. She she couldn't bear to lose a-another child and so she k-killed herself. I I found her. She was just hanging there. Andand" Alice trailed off for a few moments, staring off into space as she tried to keep herself from crying. Hadn't her eyes been blue before, I wondered to myself? They were black now, black and cold, almost like two pieces of coal in the middle of her face. Could so much grief cause your eyes to change colors? She eventually started speaking again, as though she owed it to me. I didn't want to hear any more, though. How could Esme be dead? It was just impossible. First Edward and now my mother-in-law. What else had happened? How could one family be forced to suffer through so much? "And, then, Jasper he broke up with me. For some pretty blond girl at his college. He did it

right after I told him that I wouldn't be joining him in Seattle for school this year because of everything. Then, Rosalie and Emmett got into a car crash. They both died instantly. And Charlie oh, Bella, your dead got shot on the job. He died as well. It's as though we're cursed. I'm starting to think we are." Or maybe it was just me. I was the one that had started this. I was the one that had run out into the woods, alone, the night that Edward was killed. I was the one who had seen nothing more than a mirage writing on the wall in blood and had freaked, forcing Edward to come after me and die. I was the one that had become schizophrenic and fallen into a coma, making Esme go over the edge and off herself. And I was sure I had something to do with Charlie and Emmett and Rosalie's deaths. Could it be that they were worrying for me, distracting them, and that had caused Charlie to get shot and Emmett to wreck the car, costing their lives? It was my fault and there was no way around that. I wanted to cry but the tears wouldn't come. Edward, my baby, Esme, Emmett, Rosalie, Charlie. They were all gone. Jasper had dumped Alice because she refused to go to college because I was in a coma and had caused the death of her mother and brother. I just stared ahead. "Listen, Bella, I'm going to go get Carlisle now," Alice said, raising my bed to a sitting position so that I could actually see. "I'm not allowed to undo the restraints but Carlisle probably will be able to when he comes in here. We'll be right back, okay? And, sorry about the waterworks. The last few months have just been so hard. I really am happy you're awake. You have no clue how happy I am." She gave me a hug, pressing her cold body up against. Then, she hurried out of the room as though she couldn't get away from me faster. She knew that everything that fault. I could tell that she knew. "I can't believe you actually bought all that crap she just told you," a voice said from the end my bed. It was a voice that sounded very oddly like mine and was connected to a face that looked exactly like mine as well. She was back.

Immortal: Chapter 24
by ~bellacullen124

Chapter 24 "You're not real," I muttered. "You're not real." "Am I not?" she asked me. She was amused. In a way, her voice was mine, but it sounded so different, as though I was hearing a recording of my voice. It made my head pound even harder. "I'm hurt. It's one thing for everyone else to say I'm not real, but for the person whose life I share to say it well, that's just too much for my little heart to bear." I shut my eyes closed tight, trying to ignore her. She wasn't real. She wasn't real. I was schizophrenic and none of this was real. Once Carlisle was in here, he'd give me some meds and I'd no longer have to deal with these visions and hallucinations. I just had to ignore for a little longer. This would all go away if I just pretended she wasn't there for a little longer. The springs to the bed creaked and I could feel her breath on my face as she moved closer towards me. She was quite real for a hallucination. Then again, so was everything else I had hallucinated. I could still feel what should have been bruises on my lips from my supposed make-out session with my dead husband. Oh, god, being schizophrenic was confusing. "Come on, Bella," she said, breathing her hot breath into my face. "Don't be that way. I'm real. Not flesh and blood like you are, but part of you. I can't believe you bought into that schizophrenic crap so easily. I thought it would take a lot more than that to convince you." "Go away," I hissed through my teeth. "What if I don't want to?" "GO AWAY!" "You think you can control me because I'm not real, is that it? I'm a hallucination, made up by the subconscious part of your brain, and you can make me go away because I don't exist outside of your thoughts. Am I right?" "You. Are. Not. Real. This is not happening!" "Well, maybe I don't exist outside of you but that doesn't make me 'unreal.' I'm very much real. I'm part of you. I've always been with you, been there by your side, whispering in your ear. I'm very much you and you're very much me. And in just a few hours, I'll be in control." My eyes shot open and I found myself staring into two very bright, red irises full of bloodlust. She was smiling, showing off her gleaming fangs. She was so gorgeous that it hurt to look at her. I probably still looked like a holocaust survivor. It took me to remember that I hadn't really seen myself since July since the whole expedition in the hotel room with Edward never actually happened but I still assumed that having been in a coma for over six months, I looked pretty much like how my brain had imagined me to look.

"What what do you mean?" I asked. I didn't want to talk to her a conversation with my imagination was totally useless yet I wanted to know what my brain had cooked up. And, there was also this nagging feeling in my stomach that if this was, by any stretch of possibility, real, I had to know what she was talking about. "Well, see, they're planning on changing," she told me, her smile growing wider. "Being the vampire subconscious that everyone has hidden in them, I get to take over when you're changed and lose your soul. There's no way to stop it." "Bullshit," I growled. "Pardon me?" she asked, feigning surprise. "What was that?" "You heard me. Bullshit," I repeated, a laugh bubbling up in my throat. It was kind of uncomfortable to laugh seeing as how I was still tied down to the gurney and my throat was still dry but I couldn't help it. I was schizophrenic! I mean, how much more ridiculous could this get? Vampire subconscious? Umno way! This was fake! "Believe what you want but it's true," she said, smiling snidely. "In a few hours it won't matter anyway." I shut my eyes again, determined to ignore but she prattled one. "See, the whole schizophrenic thing was just another way to torture you for all the difficulty you've been," she said. "Now, I'll admit I haven't been much help with that, torturing you as well with all the visions and dreams and whatnot, but I couldn't help it. It's just been too much fun to see you squirm even more. Besides, what else would you expect from you the soulless vampire in you? "So, you're not really schizophrenic. What else is there to tell you? Oh, yeah, you're husband and kid are still alive though Edward probably doesn't have much longer after all the trouble he's been. I might be able to save him though, if I pretend to really wuv him that much." She scoffed that last phrase. "Esme didn't really commit suicide. The vampies killed her when she wouldn't join them willingly. Same with Emmett and Rosalie. Charlie didn't have to die, I reckon. They just killed him as a sport." The tears were filling my eyes and, hallucination or not, she knew she was getting to me. "That's right," she said. "It's all your fault. No had to die. If you had just been cooperative in the first place, they wouldn't have killed everyone you care about." That's when it sunk in. Even though she said that basically everyone I cared about and loved were dead almost at my hands, my baby was still alive! Would a mirage that I made up lie to me? I was sure she was telling the truth. I could feel it like a fist in my gut. My baby, my darling Mina, was still alive! I had to get out of here and find her. Of course, that's easier said than done when you're strapped down to a hospital bed like a crazy person. Which I was, more or less. Not just the strapped part but the crazy as well. The

Velcro restraints crinkled loudly every time I shifted my wrist. Still, I had a feeling that if I struggled just right, I would be able to get free. Besides, my wrists were definitely a whole heck of a lot skinnier than they were the last time I had seen them. My hands felt nearly skeletal. Maybe, just maybe I'd be able to get free. My hallucination, vampire subconscious, whatever the hell she was, continued to prattle on as I wriggled my wrists. She didn't seem to notice what I was doing. Though she was part of me and had supposedly lived in my brain for years and years, she was quite oblivious to my thoughts. "They kept you in a drug induced coma for six months drugs that were safe for the baby, of course until you went into labor," she told. "Once they'd delivered your baby, they took you out of that coma and into that room. You only lasted a week. A pitiful week. You broke faster than they could have hoped for. You were squealing like a pig before you even had a real reason. You were just lucky that your darling Eddie choose that moment to save you. Had he not, you would be well, you'd be me by this point. Of course, we found you quick enough. Edward wasn't as sneaky as he thought he was." The restraints were getting loser. I could hear the Velcro cuffs snapping apart and back together, each time giving me a little more wiggle room. The rough side scratched painfully against my skin. I'd always had somewhat of a pathological fear of the rough side of Velcro. She still didn't notice. "I don't get you, Bella," she said, standing up from the bed and admiring herself in the reflection of a window. "I really don't. I mean, we're supposed to be the same person but we're not. Why don't you want this? You'd get to be beautiful, live forever. You could really even choose to stay with Edward for all of eternity, though I don't know why you would want that. He's a rather dull creature. And the blood. Oh, the blood. It's better than sex, I hear. And you'd have the blood you want. Buckets and buckets of blood." I blanched at her words but kept working the Velcro until it was finally lose enough. I tugged my wrist out of it. I was free! Sadly, my movement had pushed the bed off balance. Obviously, the vampires who were so keen to have me on their side weren't concerned enough about my safety to strap me onto a more stable gurney. The bed flipped over, pulling me with it. My legs and left arm were still strapped down my joints snapped and twisted painfully as my body tried unsuccessfully to roll away from the bed. My head bounced against the linoleum tiles. Metal rods clattered against the ground loudly and I blacked out for a few seconds. When I came to, she was furious. Her fangs were out and her eyes were so red that they looked as though they'd been soaked in blood. My head was pounding more than before, the pain splitting it straight down the middle as though I had a concussion which was very possible with how hard I'd just banged my head. I just wanted to close my eyes and sleep forever but I forced myself to undo the restraints I was hanging awkwardly from. I stood up, my legs buckling under me. My "vampire subconscious" started to scream a blood curdling scream as if it would help. I knew it wouldn't do anything. If I was schizo, the scream wasn't exactly real. If she was real like she claimed to be, she had even admitted that she didn't exist to anyone but me. Still, her screaming made my headache worse and I wanted her to shut up.

My legs nearly dropped out from under me as I took the few steps towards her. The room swam and my brain threatened to shut down. I managed to make myself move. When I stood in front of her, she stopped screaming. Her eyes were exactly level with mine, her and I being the same height and all. She wasn't expecting it. She was shocked when I hauled back and slugged her with all I had. And let's just say I didn't have a lot. Still, cartilage crunched under my fist, probably hurting my hand as much as it hurt her nose. Hallucination or not, she was very real to me. Her eyes glowed brighter as blood streamed into her mouth. "You bitch!" she screeched. "I thought you loved blood," I scoffed. And then I was running. Running sloppily albeit on my unused, aching limbs but still running. She followed me, treading on my heels, continuing to scream blood murder. My feet were unsteady and I was waddling like a penguin more than running. To make things worse, I was dressed in one of those flattering hospital gowns. Thankfully, the only person behind me was a figment of my imagination so it didn't really matter that my whole backside was uncovered for the world to see. Beautiful, right? Still, running was even more awkward in the flimsy cloth. The cold draft in the halls made my flimsy limbs even more fatigued and I was sluggishly moving around corners, my escape attempt falling quite flat. Hadn't I just been asleep for six months? Shouldn't I have had more energy? "What are you planning on doing, Bella?" she whispered in my ear, practically gliding with little difficulty behind me. "You're weak. You can't get away. Even if you could, what's the plan? They'll just find you again and make your life even worse. Is that what you want? There's no place to hide, nowhere you can go." I stopped, sinking down to the ground as my shaking limbs gave out. She was right. There was nowhere to go, nowhere they wouldn't find me. They had already made my life a living hell. Could I take more of that? Was there anything left for them to take? I think I knew it was coming to this from the first bloody dream I had. And I finally made the only decision there was left. They would never kill me so I was going to have to finish it for them.

Immortal: Chapter 25
by ~bellacullen124

Chapter 25 She realized it right away. I guess I was wrong about her not being able to read my mind. She knew what I was thinking. Or maybe she couldn't read my mind. Maybe she just knew from the way the fevered, desperate light died from my eyes and my whole body deflated as I resigned to choose death over a fate that was worse. Either way, she knew and it kind of pissed her off. "No! No! NO!" she screeched, her voice reverberating off the walls and thrumming inside my body like the bass at a concert. "I won't let you! You can't! I won't allow you to destroy us both!" Trust me when I say I wasn't too ecstatic about dying either but I really didn't have another choice. Besides, it was kind of a plus knowing that I would kill her in the process as well. "What are you going to do about it?" I snapped. "You've driven me crazy for the last year. Not only did I have to deal with crazy vampires who wanted nothing more than my blood, but you convinced me I was schizo. I'll happily die if it means getting rid of you." "No, this isn't fair!" she screamed. "You can't do this!" "Life's not fair," I told her, feeling my decision grow inside me and I knew I had chosen the right thing. If they changed me into a vampire, that would mean that my body was hers to control. I was sure she'd terrorize the world and make things even less fair for everyone else. "And karma's a bitch." I was running again, my feet finding their pace quickly. My whole body was exuberant at the thought that all this would soon be over. I wouldn't have to worry about vampires or undead husbands or schizophrenia anymore. It would just be over. What happened after life, I wasn't sure. I didn't care. I'd been living through hell for the past year. Nothing could be worse. And I was sure it would just be over. Just like that. Nothing else. Just over. Then she grabbed my arm and jerked me to a stop. I spun to find her glowering at me, her face ruddy with anger and the blood flooding her eyes. She no longer looked beautiful, only evil. "Look," she hissed. When I refused to turn my head, she grabbed it for me and forced me to look to the left like she had told me. "Look right there! That's your baby. That's your baby right there! Do you really want to be one of those mothers that leaves their baby?" I kept my eyes shut, refusing to look at her just yet. I couldn't handle it right then. All the relief was gone as I realized I had a kid, a kid that I was going to be abandoning by killing myself. "You don't care about her," I said, spitting the words from between my clenched teeth. "You

only want a chance to live, which you won't be able to do if I'm dead." "And you won't die because you'd rather your child have some parent even me than no parent at all." "Let go of me," I hissed, keeping my eyes shut tight. "Let go of me!" She started to say something else but her words were drowned out by the roaring alarms that started to scream as my words ended. Her grip on my arm disappeared and when I opened my eyes, she was gone. Instead, I found myself staring at the most beautiful baby I'd ever seen. Her tuffs of bronze hair were standing on end and her bright green eyes blinked at me. This was my baby, my child. My resolve almost broke as I thought about what she would do without a mother, how she would grow up if she never knew me. But the decision had already been made and I'd always been way too stubborn to go back on a decision. I flew out the door to my right. A wall of sleet hit my face, drenching me to the bone. My feet slipped through mud as ran, the sound of sirens fading behind me. I made it to the shelter of the trees and stopped. I hugged my arms to myself and shivered. I might as well have been naked for all the help my hospital gown was giving me. My teeth chattered loudly. For the moment, though, I was home free. I could still slightly hear the alarms blaring but no one was coming after me with their fangs out. For now, I could breathe and figure out how I was going tooff myself. I really had no clue how one even went about killing themselves. Even back when I had been depressed and lonely and emo, I had never been one to contemplate suicide. I mean, sure, I knew how the really depressed people at my high school had done it. Carbon monoxide poisoning, overdosing, hanging themselves. None of those seemed quick enough, though. I didn't want to sit in a car for an hour and wait for death. I didn't even have a car to use. Overdosing was too sketchy and easily reversed. And I didn't exactly know how to make a noose so I'd probably end up botching hanging myself as well. Then it hit me and painfully so. I knew how I was going to kill myself and it scared me. As much as I knew dying was the only way to escape fate, I wasn't looking forward to it. In fact, I was outright, pee-my-pants terrified. There had been this one girl last year who had disappeared for a week. No one had been able to find her. Eventually, they sent out search teams to look through the surrounding woods. My dad had been in charge of one of the teams and he had found her at the bottom of a cliff, a suicide note clutched in her hands. There were a lot of cliffs around the forks area and she had just gone and thrown herself off of one. It was quick, easy, and simple. And, because I just had some of the best luck in the world, I knew that there was cliff a few hundred feet away from the hospital. I started heading in that direction when I heard the growls. Leaves rustled all around me and the snarling grew louder. I bolted even though I knew there was no way I could outrun them. Even a few hundred feet would be too far. A blur darted out of the trees on my left, slamming

into me and pinning me against a tree. I felt my arm snap under the force and I cried out. I could see the cliff now as fangs hovered over my neck. I slugged the vampire with my free arm, breaking several of my knuckles as well. Still, he was so surprised that he loosened his grip on me just long enough for me to squirm out from under him. And before I knew it, I was freefalling through the air. As much as I had told myself that this was the right decision, I didn't feel that way as I fell. The scream escaped from my lips and a chorus of unearthly hissing broke out from the cliff above me. They had lost and they knew. I could only hope that I died the second I hit the ground. Everything in my body shattered in the one instantaneous moment that I hit the ground. I felt my lungs pop and my brain rattled violently against my skull. I wheezed a breath as I attempted to scream out in pain but the air wouldn't stay in my chest. This had to be death. The pain was unbearable. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't see. There was blood in my eyes, in my mouth, everywhere. But I wasn't dead. I was still stuck in my broken body, the pain searing and making me feel like I was on fire. Screams filled the air. Screams of defeat, of anger, of the dying. Chanting started in some language that I couldn't place. I needed to die! The end needed to come! God dammit! Why wouldn't I just die? The air smelled heavily with blood. I couldn't breathe. My brain was starting to shut down. This had to be it, the end, death.

Immortal: Chapter 26
by ~bellacullen124

Chapter 26 The girl in the mirror looked like me but she was someone else. She wasn't who I had been. She was gorgeous and confident and sexy and, best of all, had an aura of danger hovering around her that drew you in. She was interesting, someone anyone would give anything to spend even a minute with, not knowing that they'd have to give everything to spend time with me. I was the type of girl that every chick was jealous of even though they had no clue what being me meant. I wasn't human. I hadn't been for months. I was glad I wasn't human anymore. The soulless beast I had become was so much more than I had been when I was a pathetic, clumsy, ugly human. The human trapped in my reflection, hidden in the way that my jaw still curved and the shape of my nose. My soul was trapped on earth while my body was dead. My soul was no longer me. I sighed, staring into the endless pits of my black eyes. Why couldn't Edward seem to get that we were better this way? We hadn't been anything back then except for two children in love. Now, we were revered and feared. Now, we were important. Some day we would rule the world. Until then, we could afford to be patient. We had all of time at our fingertips. There was nothing to rush, nothing to dread. We had defeated death. The hunger roared suddenly inside of me and my eyes burned red. Damn Edward and his unending passion to try to be human as much as he could. He was still asleep in our bedroom. We could sleep but we didn't need to. And, since we didn't need it, we all found it pointless. Except Edward. And because of his annoying habits, it could be a while until we got to go hunting, the only source of blood around being the tiny sleeping baby in the next room. Did he really think it was wise to risk our daughter's life like this when it could be so easily avoided by deciding to act like a vampire for once? Despite the fact that I had lost my soul, I still cared that much about my daughter. I bit down hard on my top lip, my teeth slicing through the skin easily. I watched in the mirror as blood ran into my mouth and down my chin. Drip, drip, drip, it landed against the white marble counters. The bright red of lust against the pure white innocence. Passion was red, love was read, death was red. Bloodlust. I savored the word carefully on my tongue, savoring the blood that had flowed into my mouth. My eyes faded back to black, my hunger momentarily staunched. I blinked my eyes, trying to make the red flow black into them. As terrifying as I looked, it was a dazzling effect. My chocolate brown hair clashing against my transparently pale skin clashing against my bloodied eyes. Besides, terrifying was what I aimed for these days. Red was also a color of anger, of need, of hunger, of pain. That was when eyes changed color. That when we showed ourselves for what we were. My reflection stared back at me, her eyes hard. Hatred seared her face, contempt for what her body had become. I smiled menacingly at her but her lips didn't follow my own. At first when I had become this, she would pound against the inside of the mirror, trying to break out of the

hell she was locked in. She had screamed at me silently and constantly. Now, her desperation had faded and she just stared at me, the look in her eyes telling me exactly what she thought of me. Demon, monster. We were monsters. That's what we wanted to be. Our reflections showed who we had been, our old selves lingering as nothing more than that. Old, gone. This was me now and she was trapped and helpless. The burning in the back of my throat was starting again. I knew my own blood wouldn't hold me for long. I needed to get some human blood. Warm and flowing, full of life and soul. Blood was what held everything about a person, their soul. We replaced our own soul with tiny pieces of human soul. That was what kept us alive, though we all knew it wouldn't be enough to save us from Hell on judgment day. That why we were immortal, so we could put off Hell for as long as we were crafty enough to stay undead. I walked out the bathroom, casting on last gloating look at my reflection. My husband was sprawled out on the bed. His bronze hair was a mess and he let out a low snore. I shook my head with disgrace. Vampires were regal beings, so above snoring like a human. But, no, Edward just couldn't let go of his soul quite yet. That's what it was about, really, being a vampire. It wasn't about losing your soul, but letting go of it. If you didn't let go of it, you would slowly waste away into an uncontrollable monster, powered by nothing but the bloodlust you had fought so hard to control, but Edward didn't seem to get that. He drank only when he was past the point of starvation and even then, he'd never fully drained anyone. He didn't take their soul. He didn't need theirs because he still somewhat had his. He kept up human traditions and it was getting annoying. Our relationship wasn't about love anymore. In all truth, I hated him now. I was a different person than I was when I was a human, the type of person who wouldn't couldn't love someone like Edward. Being a vampire changed all the rules about love and I simply didn't love him anymore. Sadly, it also made the need for satisfaction even more potent. It was mind boggling sometimes. Our relationship wasn't love anymore but lust. At least, for me, that is. With Edward, I knew that he couldn't stop loving me. Even though I was a monster he should have hated, he still loved me. I scowled. I had dragged this out much to long, more out loyalty for the life we had before we were changed. It was time to finish this. Beside Edward's bed, our little baby slept in her crib. Losing my soul had not kept me from loving her. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She was laying on her back right now, her curly hair a rusty color. It fell over her angelic face, tracing the lines of beauty she would have once she grew out of her baby fat. I leaned over the crib and pushed it off her face. Underneath those closed eyelids of her were Edward's green eyes as well. But she had my heart-shaped face, my overly full lips, my tiny, sloping nose. Six months old and the prettiest thing ever. My hand still in her hair, I whispered to her, "My little Mina. You're such a good girl. Someday you'll be one of us as well. Oh, won't that be great, Mina. You'll join us. We'll be great. Someday, we'll be the ones running the world. Humans will be nothing but livestock instead of thinking they're the top of the food chain and all they'll know is fear. I can't wait for that day, Mina. And by then, you'll have been changed as well. You're too young now but by then, we'll be the same."

Arms wrapped around my waist and Edward's cold breath was at my ear. At first, there was instinctive to cringe away from him. I wanted to. Sometimes, I couldn't stand him touching me anymore. But then the fire burned up inside of me, wanting more than this simple touch. Needing more. It was all lust and passion these days. That was all that was left between the two of us, though he refused to see it. "Talking to the baby again?" Edward asked, his lips brushing against my neck. I turned around in his arms and molded myself against him. "Is there anything wrong with that?" I kissed him passionately. I needed him. His arms wrapped even tighter around me, crushing me to him. We were on the bed, me pinned under him. The bed did have it's moments of usefulness. Edward left a trail of kissed down my neck. He ran his teeth along my collar bone. "You don't have to worry about hurting me," I whispered. "I don't bite." He tested his teeth against my neck again, letting the fangs slip out. But he couldn't do it. He was too weak. I knew he couldn't do it. I slid out from under him, sitting up on the bed. "You won't hurt me," I said. "I don't want your blood, Bella," Edward said, his voice lashing out. "I don't need it." I tilted my head, staring at him with pursed lips. "But you do want it. You can't not want it, Edward. That's what we our now. I know you can say one thing but it's a lie. See"I let my fangs lengthen. I ran my tongue around them quickly before drawing my wrist up to my mouth. I ran my skin along the edge of the razor-sharp fang. Edward's dark eyes flashed red as the blood welled out of my wrist, creating a crisscrossed pattern as it spread out through the alleys of my skin. "You want it, Edward," I taunted. "You need it." Edward was basically salivating now. Instead of giving him what he needed, though, I brought my wrist up to my mouth. I let it cover my lips with blood and felt my insides boil at the taste of blood. I traced the cut with my tongue, sealing it instantly. Edward was on my lips in a second, just like I knew he would be. His tongue licked my lips clean of blood. This was the best kind of kiss. I had learned that quickly. The kind of kiss that was filled with not only lust, but bloodlust as well. The kind of kiss made for vampires. "I told you that you wanted it," I whispered against his lips. "That you needed it." That was enough to send him to the other side of the room, hissing curses vehemently. He whirled on me, his eyes on fire. "I don't know how the hell you've accepted it, Bella, but I will not become the monster they all think we have to be!" "It's not a think, goddammit, Edward!" I growled. "It is what it is. It's what we are and you

better get used to it." "Who are you, Bella?" Edward said. "I don't know you anymore. You're a monster." "Maybe I am! Maybe I like being a monster! Maybe this is more than I could ever have imagined. Have you ever stopped to think how you're affecting all of us by trying to be human still? I don't love you anymore because you can't accept this! I can't force myself to pretend I still love you anymore!" "Well, fine, Bella. If that's the way you want it, I'll leave again. I'll take Mina, and you'll never have to see me again. You can find someone else, someone who likes being a monster." I gritted my teeth. This was it. This was what it all came down to all of our futures. This was the task I had been given, and if I didn't complete it, someone else would have to die in his place. And, I realized with a moment of remorse, the only reason I didn't want to do it was because of what we had when I was human. From the moment I had been changed, I knew it was leading to this and, to be absolutely honest, I had relished the thought of it. "See, Edward, I can't let you leave," I said, reaching over and opening the drawer on the nightstand. It rattled open ominously. "I can't let you take my baby and I can't let you get away with this." I pulled out the dagger, the blade cut from a diamond. It glittered in the light of the room. The hilt was decorated beautiful, the gold feeling cold against my hand. "So, you're going to kill me, Bella?" Edward asked. "I don't think you can do it." "That's where you underestimate me," I said, walking closer to him. "You're still holding onto a hope that there's something left of the human I was. Well, there isn't. There's nothing that I care about anymore except getting power and that little baby in the crib. They've given me a choice you or her. I would die if she were gone, but I know I can easily get through losing you. I was such a stupid human for ever mourning over you but now I'm better than that." He wasn't running. I could see I had frozen him where he stood by telling him about the awful choice they had told me to make. He was going to let me kill him just so he could save his daughter. It was enough to make me laugh out loud. He was such an idiot. While I had said I would die if Mina were gone, I still would have chosen my life over her. We're selfish beings as vampires. That's just the way it was. I was in front of Edward now. I licked my lips and rest the blade in my hands against his throat. "I know you know the way to kill a vampire but do you know why?" I said, my hiss echoing through the room. "He's told me why, the reasons behind the legend of a stake through our hearts." I lifted the dagger and tapped the way down Edward's chest until the tip of the blade rested right over his heart. "I know you know it, too, but maybe you need a recap. You see, diamond is the only thing strong enough to hurt a vampire and cutting through the heart with it is the only way to kill one. You're heart's no longer beating but it's where the soul is trapped, and all the souls you've taken. And now I'm going to release them all, as well as yours." "Are you sure you want to do this, Bella? I think, deep down, you still love me. You won't do this."'"And are you going stop me?" I snapped. I could tell my eyes were burning red by the way he cringed away from me. "Even if I did still love you, would you want me to let our

daughter die? They will kill her. You know they will!" The look that flashed through his eyes showed me I was right. He wasn't going to fight. He was going to die so that she could live. I leaned up on my tip-toes and planted one last, sweet kiss on his lips so that he would remember me in Hell. "Goodbye, Edward," I said. The dagger sliced through his chest too easily. The life dimmed from his eyes immediately. He was dead before he hit the ground. I stood there for a minute, waiting to feel the remorse, waiting for the pain of loss. A year ago, when I had thought he was dead, the pain of losing him was worse than anything imaginable. Now, there was nothing. Nothing but relief that I was done with him and that my daughter was safe. A looked over at the mirror hanging over the fireplace. A tear was trickling down the cheek of the girl reflected there, a tear that didn't actually exist. A tear that could only be seen in the glass of the mirror. Mina started to cry. I picked her out of her crib, cooing to her and rocking up and down on the heels of my feet. "It's okay, baby," I whispered. "Shh, it's okay." An evil round of applause came from the other side of the room. "Very well down, Bella," a dark voice said from the shadows. I'll say one thing. It's a warning for anyone smart enough to heed. Dark times are coming for your race and you don't stand a chance. We're far from done here. But until the time comes that we're in charge, take care. We're all around you, closer than you think. And if you ever see someone's eyes flash red or have what could be blood crusted in the corner of their mouth, or someone who is inhumanly beautiful or a dark stranger who shows an inexplicable interest in you, run the other way. But run as you may, you cannot win. Don't try fighting. This world is ours.

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