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Tuesday, March 24, 2009

The Angel

Written By:TrueImmortality

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All Credit Goes to the Original Author:

The Angel

Jasper’s Good Deed

I dropped my tote bag on the sidewalk and sank down onto the pavement, exhaustion threatening to pull me under right there on the side of the street. And wouldn’t that have been flattering, passing out like a drunk on the curb? I held my head in my hands; I didn’t care. Who cared what anyone else thought? Nothing mattered anymore, nothing but the cold, hard truth.

I had nowhere else to hide.

Oh, I was very good at pretending I had some meaning, some purpose in life. All the people at work thought I had it together, because I never missed a day out of the year, not even on Christmas. And I went to school, to a community college in this big, wretched city of Seattle. Again, the teachers and students there thought I had a life. Or maybe they didn’t—how could someone show up for every class period and have a social life?

Whatever. Whatever they thought they saw, it wasn’t the real thing. It didn’t matter what my boss—

But wait. I no longer had a boss.

I sighed, dragging my bag towards me and rummaging through it for the little slip of paper that had wrecked my pretense of stability. My notice, the notice my boss had given me that morning.

When he’d called me into his office, I hadn’t suspected anything out of the ordinary. Sometimes Mr. Harding—my boss—summoned his workers to hand them a new schedule. But that was certainly not what he handed me today.

"I’m sorry, Elise." To his credit, Mr. Harding did look regretful. "But we just can’t support so many workers."

I’d sat in the chair opposite him, holding the paper in my numb hands. "But—why are you firing me?" The implication had been: why me? I come to work every day. Why my job?

"You’re a great worker. Excellent, in fact. But, your job just isn’t necessary to this restaurant. I’ll give you your next paycheck, I promise."

What else could I say? I couldn’t change his mind. So I’d just gotten up, put the paper in my bag, and walked out.

Of course, I knew that wasn’t the only job in the entire city of Seattle. I knew that. With my work ethic, there wouldn’t be any trouble getting a new occupation.

It wouldn’t have been such a blow if I hadn’t have dropped all my classes at college to start working full-time at the restaurant. Now, not only was my income shot, my GPA was, too. Perfect.

Breathing in deeply, I realized I was quickly becoming icy cold on the sidewalk, the winter sludge that always piled up this time of year seeping into my boots. The long brown coat I was wearing insulated me somewhat, but not enough to knock the chill off. I laid my head on my arms, drawing my knees up to my chest and resting my arms there. The flimsy scarf around my neck hung down onto the ground, its end wet and dirty.

Ever since my parents died two years ago, life had gone from horrific to not much of a life at all. I went through the days in a stupor, going through the motions. The minute I stepped away from my dad's casket, my heart had shut down. It was like I'd entered one of those badly-filmed black and white movies, or a boring dream. I hadn't woken up from the dream yet.

Wake up, Elise,

I had told myself over and over. Face up to the pain.

But I couldn't shake myself up; I couldn't stand the piercing sorrow that filled me when I remembered my mom and dad. Someday, I would get over their deaths. Right now, I had to survive getting a new job.

"I can't," I moaned, staring through my fingers at the bright red and green signs in the store windows across the street. How could I move on? I was having trouble hauling my body off the sidewalk. Snow would be a good motivator, because even in this desperate state I didn't think I would sit still while I got buried in snow. Of course, I couldn't be sure-- I'd endured a lot in the last eighteen months.

Somewhere down the lane, a trendy boutique was playing an upbeat version of "Deck the Halls". I blinked. It was Christmas, wasn't it? My least favorite time of the year. There were too many memories about Christmas that hurt me. After all, it had been Mom's pet peeve to decorate the tree just before Christmas Day, and to have the same kind of turkey every year for dinner...

I shut my eyes, swallowing back the lump in my throat. I still missed them, every day, every minute.

Most people got past the grieving process after a few months, but I guess because I never really grieved my emotions were permanently stuck in the early stages of mourning. After two years, you'd think I'd be able to smile when I thought of the Christmases I'd shared with my parents. Instead I had this hollow ache where my heart should have been, a pain that was spreading into my other body parts. My arms wrapped around my knees hurt, then my legs.

Somehow, no one had ever asked me if I was okay with my mom and dad's deaths. I had relatives, but they lived far away and couldn't leave their own lives to bolster me up. My parents' friends helped me if they could, but their help came sporadoically in the form of cards or small amounts of cash, not comfort or kind words. And I shouldn't want consolation. I was nineteen years old, for heaven's sake, I thought angrily. I didn't need anyone's pity.

But I did. I did need a shoulder to cry on, very badly.

There wasn't anybody there, though. Nobody knew how wounded I still was, and I accepted full responsibility for that. If I had let someone know the first second I'd felt numb inside, I could have gotten help. Now it was too late for counseling, or hugging, or whatever it is that alleviates a mourner's pain.

What was I going to do?

I scrubbed my eyes with the back of my hand, ashamed at the tears forming. I couldn't cry in public, not like this. I had to get home to my apartment and surrender my last paycheck to my landlord. Then I had to surf the internet for job ads, or apply for welfare, which I might have to do anyway if I didn't get a job immediately.

Even though my mind was telling me these things, my body didn't move. Alarm made me frown; was I losing it for real? Had I just decided to sit on this street corner till I froze to death? Sounds good to me, I thought bleakly. What else am I going to do? Grin and bear it?

For the first time since I sat down I noticed the people walking by, staring at me. Some of them looked nervous, like they were scared I was an escaped asylum patient. Others cast me concerned glances, probably wondering if I needed help. Still more just walked on by, not paying attention to me at all.

I stared at the feet moving in the street, my feelings morose. How nice for these shopppers, that they had somewhere to go, to their families and friends, or boyfriends and girlfriends. I'd never had a boyfriend, and never wanted one, but as I watched the couples strolling down the sidewalks, I wondered if I'd missed out on a very good thing. Would a boyfriend make my pain easier or harder to deal with?

Oh well, my thoughts were just idle speculation. Guys hadn't shown much interest in me. I was too pretty for my own good-- boys only wanted to look at me, not get to know me. Correction: I had been pretty, before the funeral. Now my appearance was akin to a smoker's.

I bowed my head again, my hair falling in chunks through my fingers. Had anyone in the history of Washington, no, in the history of America, been more alone than I was now? Not likely.

Crying silently, shivering as the tears cooled on my face, I dimly heard the voices of the people passing in front of me. Most of the phrases were happily mundane. Normality: something I longed for.

"Honey, let's set up the tree tonight?"

"All right, baby. You want the kids to help with that?"

"Oh, dude! We so need to put that in our next podcast!"

"Yeah, totally! That's an awesome idea, Anna.

"...and Eva said she'd like that little set of napkin rings in the store at the mall, remember?...."

"I've got a lot to do today. Jean likes to have the house all nice for guests, you know."

"...never gonna get all this stuff done!"

"It's okay, sweetie, Mommy will get you a new one."

Amid the rushing steps and mixed voices, I heard one conversation clearly. The pair of feet I assumed the voices belonged to were walking less than a foot from me.

"Look at that, Jasper. Esme would like that, for the front door, you know the one she had last year looked a lot like that."

"We're supposed to pick up the watch for Carlisle, Alice. Focus."

"It'll take me ten minutes to fetch the watch. You buy the wreath, then wait here."

"If you think so. But I'd rather get out of here quickly."

"Don't be such a Scrooge." The woman's voice was getting farther away.

The man's voice chuckled. "Bah, hum--"

The pair of feet stopped, directly in front of me. He must have droppped something, I thought indifferently. But that must not have been the case, because the feet didn't resume their long stride. He just stood there. Why was he standing still, and right in front of me?

Anxious, I lifted my face to look at him.

It was all I could do not to gape.

The man looked to be about my age, only the main difference was he was too astounding for words, and I looked like I'd been pulled backwards through a shrub. Tall and muscular, this man had a body most college-age guys would kill to obtain. Not to mention he was dressed in up-scale clothes that without a doubt cost more than my last paycheck. He was blonde, with skin to match his hair. He was so pale he was almost white, and his fair coloring accentuated the dark circles under his eyes. And his eyes. They were the strangest shade of brown I'd ever seen, more like a light amber, set in incredible bone structure. His eyes were mesmerizing.

Even if I'd wanted to, I couldn't look away.

He was staring straight at me, his beautiful face full of an expression I didn't understand. It was a blend of intensity, shock, and deepest anguish. And, to my astonishment, pity.

How could this complete stranger, especially this stranger, feel pity for me?

My hands twisted in my lap, expressing my discomfort with the stranger's stare. He continued to gaze at me, oblivious to my disbelief. We remained like that, a wintry tableau, for several breath-taking moments, while all around us the activity of Christmas Eve went on. Finally, he seemed to realize how eccentric his behavior was. "I--I am sorry," he said, his breath coming out in soft clouds. "I'm really, terribly sorry."

Maybe he was just apologizing for acting so odd. That would be what most people did, try to be as polite as possible after they creep someone out. But that didn't stop the tears from pouring out of my eyes. The way he'd said it made me think of all the nights when I'd wished for just one person to tell me they were sorry my parents had died, and mean it.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, around the sobs in my chest, "but--" I couldn't say anymore.

Embarassed, I searched frantically for a tissue as I cried. The man hastily pulled out his own handkerchief and offered it to me, and it felt like a wave of reassurance came with the cloth.

"Thank you," I gasped, and buried my face in the stiff white square.

I could speak in a few minutes, calming down enough to do more than try to breathe. And he was still there, the unbelievably gorgeous man with his unbelievable kindness.

I sighed. "I think I ruined your handkerchief."

"Don't worry about it. I have more." He smiled fractionally. My breath hitched in my throat.

"Thank you so much. I--I don't know--" It was so weird, and hard to explain. "Just, when you--you see," I decided to start from the beginning, "my parents died a couple years ago, and, well, I just feel so horrible this time of year. Christmas was Mom's favorite holiday. It's just so hard." I sniffed; I was going to get through this speech. "And when you said you were sorry--I don't know...it just made it all come unglued." I smiled too, hoping I wasn't scaring him.

The beautiful man said nothing, but the sympathy in his eyes almost sent me into another convulsion of sobs. I looked down, struggling to form coherent words, something to prevent him from going away with the understanding that I was clinically rude and insane.

Unfortunately, I didn't have time to reorganize my thoughts. A long white hand flashed into my vision, dropping a sizeable number of green bills into my lap. The one folded in half on the outside was a fifty. "Oh, no--" I began, but he cut me off.

"Please. Take it." His amber eyes were earnest.

"But I can't--"

"I have more." He grinned suddenly, but the smile faded as soon as it came. Turning, he moved his feet to start walking. Then he hesitated. "Do take it. And...don't be afraid. You will live through this." He sounded like he didn't say those kind of dramatic things often, as if he felt awkward.

The next thing I knew, he was gone, lost in the crowds of Christmas shoppers. He was gone in a flash, just like the pain in my heart. Where was the agony I'd felt earlier? It was like the man had taken it away with him, blowing it into the wind.

How could I ever be grateful enough for what that man did for me?

Tremulously, I wiped my eyes and flipped open the wad of bills. I couldn't believe what I saw. Did they really still make bills these large? In a state of incredulity, I counted out the numbers. Five hundred, one thousand, two thousand, three thousand and fifty...

Five thousand. I had five thousand dollars sitting in my lap.

I was choking up once more.

"Thank you," I whispered, to the snow falling gently onto my head.

My rent, my groceries for the week--for the month-- and who knew what else, all paid off. How rich was that man? To whom had I just spilled my heart out? A millionaire, or a millionaire's son? A famous actor, maybe? I hadn't recognized him, though I would never, as long as I lived, forget his face.

His beautiful face.

The face of an angel.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Ardor

Written By:x.Deni.x
You can read the original here:
All credit goes to the original author

Ardor

He let’s the heat take over, and strays away from the reservation, in search of her.

He needs her, he wants her, and he thinks she has finally figured out it’s what she wants too.

No, he didn’t want a camaraderie, he wanted love. He wanted a relationship. He wanted her.

The trees went swiftly past him, branches leering out as if to stop him, but he kept on running, running for her.

He changes back to normal form in midair as he runs for her house.

The moon was high in the sky.

He crept up the tree stealthily, before jumping into her open window.

Luckily, the bloodsucker isn’t there.

She blearily sits up, and seems to recognise him.

“Jake?” She mumbles.

He nods, the shadow of his frame matching him perfectly, and his silhouette brought out his huge form.

He walks over to her bed, and she reaches for him desperately.

“Bella,” He breathes, before gently capturing her soft, warm lips.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Your Guardian Angel

Written By:Hana-Bass
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All credit goes to the original author

I woke up this morning, normal day. Went downstairs, had breakfast, dressed up for school and left. Once at school, I met with my friends at the lockers. Nicole –or Nicky–, one of my friends, who is completely in love with the one I love too, talked about this guy, named Derek, that he had been really nice with her since he became her lab partner. I didn’t feel jealous at all, what had been her intention: to make me jealous; but I wasn’t.

“So, Jamie,” Nicky said trying to make me jealous, but without success. “Don’t you think Derek looks way hotter with his new hairstyle? He told me he just cut it!”

“Yeah, he looks great,” I said coldly. There was something that caught my attention.

On the other side of the hallway, hidden in the corner, was a tall guy. His skin was extremely pale, a lot more than mine; he had long-straight black hair, covering one of his eyes; the naked eye was–or I think it was– like a bloody red, but I couldn’t say for sure, since my sight is not so good. He was wearing black clothes, from top to bottom: black pants, black shirt, black shoes, and some black, punk gloves.

He looked really abnormal, like if he doesn’t belong to this school–or world–, but his eyes were the scariest aspect he had… And I caught him staring at me, with deep-cold eyes. I went pale and Nicky saw my scared expression.

“J? Are you okay?”

It took me like a minute to react, “Yes.”

“We gotta go now, the bell had rung already.”

So we both left the locker area. I turned once more and I saw him again, leaning on the wall, arms crossed over his chest, staring at me while everyone left the area except him.

Once at the classroom, I asked Nicky:

“Hey, who’s the new guy?”

“What? What new guy?” Nicky asked confused.

“The pale-white guy, who’s dressed up with dark clothes.”

“There’s no one in this high school with that aspect, J.”

“But, I swear I saw someone like that!” I was really confused.

“Maybe you’re just imagining things, J. The teacher’s already here, you can go to the nursery if you feel dizzy or something.”

“But N, I told you I’m fine! I swear I saw him!”

Nicky stared at me confused, “Sure, J. We’ll talk about it later.” She went to her place.

I swear I saw him… There was for sure a guy like that on the lockers. Well… maybe Nicky is right; maybe I’m imagining things.

I stood up and asked the teacher permission to go to the nursery. Once there, the nurse told me I was pretty fine, that I should just drink water and relax. I wasn’t feeling good at all to return to Physics class, my mind was busy with other thoughts. I went for a glass of water and sat on the benches at the hallways, near the lockers. I stared at the place where the dark guy was before. He was gone for now, maybe to his next class? If so, that left my mind less worried, maybe he is a normal guy, why shouldn’t he be? I have no reasons to think that way about him, I mean, I don’t even know him.

I drank a little more water, when I felt a cold scent beside me; that made me shiver once. And, when I turned, I was surprised as well as scared of what I saw. It was him… the dark guy. He stayed standing still, not moving any muscle at all. Even though he looked scary, I stayed firm and introduce myself, to be polite:

“Umh, hi. I’m Jamie, and you?”

He was staring directly at my eyes, but then his naked eye–which I’ve finally seen it better and was indeed bloody red– stared at my hand, stretched for him to take it. I had to admit he was extremely beautiful. Even though I’ve considered dark people disgusting to me, this one was an exception. He was really beautiful.

I felt a little silly with my hand stretching on air without him taking it. Finally, he moved slowly his arm, but before he could take my hand, I heard someone screaming my name:

“Hey, Jamie!” Derek called, walking by the hallway, waving his hand high up.

When I turned back at the dark guy, he was gone. Like if he had disappeared all of a sudden, without making any noise or anything. It was really scary… my hand fell slowly at my side.

Derek finally came up to me, “Why were you stretching your arm?”

“Umh, I just met, or almost met, the new guy. But he’s gone.”

“New guy? What are you talking about? There’s no new guy.”

“That’s what Nicky told me, but I swear there’s someone in this school that just arrived!” I stood up from the bench.

“Uh, Jamie, maybe you’re imagining things. Why don’t you go to the nursery?” He scratched the back of his head, confused.

“I just came back from there! Because Nicky told me the exact same thing!”

“Well, she’s probably right.”

“I swear there’s a new guy…”

“Hm, well… We’ll talk about this later; I have to go to my next class, so see ya!” He waved good-bye, running to his classroom.

I sighed, confused. Why doesn’t anyone believe me? Am I just imagining him? Is he not real? This was all turning into a scary story. My legs felt weak; I was about to faint, when suddenly two cold hands stopped me from falling. I turned my face back and saw the dark guy again. I felt his hands on my arms, and he had stopped me from falling. He’s solid… so he has to be real!

He was staring at me, with a really small smile. I couldn’t smile at all; are me eyes lying? He was absolutely beautiful; like an angel fallen from the sky. But angels are not dark, so what is he?

He ran one of his hands all the way to my hand, taking it softly. I had felt his cold hand running through my arm, which made me shiver lightly; while his other hand started to play with my brown, soft hair. My eyes were wide open, scared and confused; my mouth opened a little to take a breath. I could feel his cold skin grazing mine. This was all completely strange; what does he think he’s doing?

Finally, I reacted and rudely apart his hand from my hair and removed his other hand from mine. He stared at me with deep, confused eyes, without saying a word.

“Who are you?” I finally said, turning all my body around, facing him firmly.

He took my hand again, “You should’ve asked ‘What are you?’” He whispered in a cold, dead voice; beautiful at the same time. He kissed my hand softly and faded away.

Scared, confused, and secretly in love, I fell to the floor, sitting with my arms wrapping my knees. “What are you?” He had said… What does he meant by that statement? I was really scared… But something in me wants him near, like if I depend on him. He always appears all of a sudden, and disappears when someone else is near… Why?

I put my hands on my face and kept a scream to myself. What is going on? Who’s this guy? Or, what is this guy?

I heard the bell ring, and saw everyone going out of their classrooms. Everyone was staring at me strangely. I didn’t mind if anyone was staring, I was worried about other important things. Nicky saw me and told me:

“Are you feeling better?”

“Yes, I’m alright,” I lied.

“Well, c’mon, I have to tell you something about Der…” She paused when she saw Derek coming to us. “Oh, hi Derek!” She blushed.

“Hi, Nicky. Umh, can you leave us alone? I need to talk with Jamie,” he said staring at me.

Nicky glanced at me fiercely, “Okay,” she left.

It was already time to go home, so we had to talk in the bus.

“So, Jamie,” Derek began. “You’ve been acting really weird today. Are you okay?”

“Derek, I know that if I tell you you won’t ever believe me,” I sighed.

“Well, try. I have no reasons to mistrust you,” he smiled gently. He was really beautiful; his golden brown hair, his sky blue eyes, his perfect smile…

“Well, is about that guy I told you before…”

“Oh,” he said with a tone that seemed not interested at all.

“Derek, I know what I saw!”

“And what exactly did you saw?”

“Him! The dark guy! I swear there’s someone like that in this school, and…” I turned my face back at the last seat, and there he was again… staring. “There he is! Look!” I pulled Derek’s arm and he turned to see where I was seeing, but after I blinked, he was gone.

“Uh… Jamie, there’s no one in there.”

“But, I swear…” I hesitated, but before Derek could speak, I stood up and sat next to the dark guy, I was staring at him and he back at me. Derek was watching me confused, and I could’ve sworn that he already thought I was crazy.

“Why can’t they see you?” I whispered.

He didn’t answered to my question, just took my hands softly, and leaned his forehead on mine, smiling. His coldness was extremely rare, since we were on middle autumn, and the weather was warm enough.

“Why?” I whispered again, closing my eyes, feeling his coldness. But the moment I opened them, he was gone. I blinked surprised, and looked back at Derek, who was staring at me awkwardly. I felt really stupid.

The bus had stopped. I didn’t turn to the windows to see where I was; I just walked towards the doors and went out. It was all foggy; I couldn’t see anything at all. I was really scared now. One hand took mine softly.

I smiled, “I knew you were coming…”

“Well, of course, I had to go out of the bus, this was the last stop.” It was Derek, not the one I had expected.

“Oh, Derek. Where are we?”

“I have no idea,” he was looking around, squeezing my hand.

“Derek… This is definitely not where I live, you know? I mean, I’m already getting nervous.”

“Chillax, girl. We’ll be fine… I think.”

“Exactly; we don’t know for sure,” I said looking around scared.

“Yeah, well we’ll be fine as long as we stay together,” he said squeezing my hand a little harder.

“So, where should we go?”

“You’re asking me? I have no idea, but… let’s just keep walking straight,” he pulled my hand, walking forward.

I felt a familiar aura near. Is him, he’s following me again…

I turned back while Derek kept looking forward, and saw him. I wasn’t going to make a fool of myself again, trying to make Derek believe me; I’ve just realized no one can see him but me. Strange, but true.

He was looking at me with an evil smirk, but irresistible. I looked at him with a confused face. He suddenly disappeared with all the fog; I turned forward. What did he meant by that smirk? Derek suddenly stopped.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“I don’t know; look over there,” he said looking at a strange, little house. It was indeed in the middle of nowhere. All was foggy and blurry, while the house highlighted the whole place.

“What’s with the house? This is not like a place to live or something. I don’t even know where we are,” I said shaking my head lightly.

“I know; but anyway, let’s go check who’s in there, maybe we can stay there for a while or ask for directions? Whatever that can help,” he shrugged.

“Okay, I’ll just follow you; as long as I’m with you, I feel less worried.”

“That’s good; you make me feel important,” he smiled.

So, we walked towards that strange, little house. Once there, we knocked the door. A woman opened the door; she was wearing an old-fashioned dress, like from the 19th or 18th century. Her hair was combed all up into a tall, curly pile of hair; classic of that century. It was really weird, no one wears that nowadays.

I turned to see Derek’s face; he was as shocked as I was.

He whispered in my ear, “Is this a kind of joke or something?”

“I would like to know…” I whispered back.

“Oh; welcome, welcome, my dears!” The woman called.

“Uhhh… Hi, miss uh…” Derek hesitated.

“Don’t worry, darling; just come in! We have some fresh fruit so you can have something to eat,” she said with a British accent.

“Thanks, that’s very sweet from you;” I said, “but… we’re just here to ask for some help.”

“Oh, how come?” She exclaimed.

“Yeah, well we’re lost… Miss,” Derek said.

“Well, you’ve come just in the right place! Come, come!” The woman said, pulling our hands.

Once in there, there were other four women, dressed up the same as this one. What in the world was all these? Where are we? Who are these strange women? Anyway, the woman let us sit on the fancy, old-fashioned coaches. The other women were drinking some tea, staring at us with strange faces.

“Ladies, we have some newcomers!” The woman who received us called out with that accent.

“Hi,” Derek said.

“Hello,” I said, trying to sound polite.

“My, my;” one woman said, standing up, looking at us strangely, “So, what is this way of dressing up? And your hair!” The woman was referring to me.

“Indeed,” another one said. “Look at her extremely short miniskirt! In my times, they didn’t allow us to show our legs that much!”

I felt embarrassed; I placed my hands on my legs as I blushed a little.

“And your hair, why is it straight down?”

Derek almost laughed, but he resisted.

“And let’s not talk just about you, young lady. What’s with your boyfriend?”
“Oh, no, no, no… He’s not my boyfriend. He’s… just a friend,” I grinned nervously. Of course, I wanted that so badly to be true.

“Oh my dear; your pants, your hair, your jacket!” A woman shocked. Of course it was shocking in her times, but he looked hot in my times. “You look like a repulsive vagabond! Why don’t you just wear a nice tie, clean smocking, and comb your hair backwards to show your delightful face! That’ll help this young lady next to you fall in love easily!” The woman shouted.

We both blushed; damn with these women!

“Why don’t you dress like we do?” A woman asked.

“Oh, boy…” I sighed.

“And that language? We don’t use that type of language, dear!”

I shocked by her reaction and squeezed Derek’s hand.

“Anyhow, I’ll get you some tea!” One called.

“Was it a good idea to come to this place?” I whispered at Derek’s ear.

“Well, now that I see it for myself, no.” He whispered back.

“I rather prefer being lost outside than being shocked inside.”

“Hey, that rhymes;” he laughed lightly. I elbowed him hard. “Sorry,” he said.

Then the woman came with two cups of tea, “there you go, darlings.”

“Oh, sorry, I don’t like tea;” Derek said.

“Nonsense! Everyone likes tea!” She cried out, and then lowered her voice, “you’ll drink it even if you don’t like it.”

“Uh… yeah; I think I need to go to the bathroom,” he said shocked.

“Yeah, and I need to… make a call!” I said, trying to follow Derek.

“Take your time, dears. The bathroom is at the bottom left; the phone is right next to the bathroom.”

“Thanks,” we both said, running where she had said.

Once there, we hid ourselves in a room, which was–or I think it was–one of the women’s room.

“We have to find a way out of here!” I whispered desperately.

“I know, I know! But, where? These women are freaking me out!” He said desperately as I was.

“God…” I ran my hand through my hair, thinking.

While Derek was looking around, I heard a door creaking nearby. I turned my face and saw the dark guy, opening a door lightly, looking at me with a beautiful and trustful smile. Then he faded away, so I turned with Derek and pulled his hand, “This way!” I said in a low voice so the women couldn’t hear us.

“Are you sure that’s the right way?” He asked doubtfully.

“Yes; trust me!”

We opened the door, and ran without even stopping to see where we were. And that was a bad idea, since there was no floor, so we fell to a hole. We fell on a bunch of autumn leaves–which was strange, since there were no trees around.

“Where are we now?” I said, looking around.

“You tell me, you said this was the right way!” Derek shouted.

“Well, it was the only one!”

Then we turned upward; there were those women, with mean faces, “Get them!” one cried out, all jumping to the hole.

“Run!” Derek shouted, standing up and pulling my hand, running.

“Those women are faster than us! They’re gonna get us!”

“Think, think, think!” Derek murmured.

I turned around, looking for the dark guy. He is like my angel; he saves me every time I’m in trouble, so he has to appear now!

And yes, there he was, far away. I shouted “help!” But that didn’t seem to help at all. He faded away… Why? Why didn’t he help me this time?

“Jamie, we can’t ask for help; there’s no one here but us and those freaks!” Derek said, pulling my hand even more, running faster.

Well, maybe if I’m in real danger, he’ll appear; so I don’t have to worry at all… right?

“Jamie, look;” Derek pointed at a big wall. “Those women are getting to us; you can cross this wall and stay safe at the other side.”

“But what about you?”

“I’ll be fine; maybe I can climb it up, if not, at least you’ll be safe. Don’t worry about me,” he smiled gently.

“No, Derek. We’re in this together; I won’t leave you alone.”

“Jamie, please. It’s the only way I can save you!”

“Then let’s both get caught, not just you…”

“Don’t be silly, please! I don’t want you to get hurt!”

“I don’t want you to get hurt either!”

He sighed, “We’ll never end this discussion before they caught us, so…” He placed his hands on my waist and pushed me upward the wall, “go to the other side!”

“No!” I cried, pulling his hand.

“Jamie, let go, please! I know it’s hard, but I want to keep you safe!”

Then, before I could demand, two cold hands placed on my waist, pulled me down to the other side of the wall. I turned my face once I was on the floor and saw the dark guy.

“What do you think you’re doing? I can’t leave Derek alone!” I cried out.

“You will even if you don’t want to… He’ll be okay… trust me…” he whispered coldly, pulling my hand.

I rudely apart my hand from his, “I won’t go anywhere without him! Especially with someone I don’t even know…”

He smiled with a light laugh, “Fine.” He just stayed arms crossed, not doing anything while I heard Derek’s screams.

“Derek!” I shouted worried, hitting the wall until my hands hurt like hell.

“You won’t help doing that, you know?” He said.

“Shut up!” I yelled at him, angry. “If you wouldn’t have pulled me down, I could’ve saved him!”

“Really? I don’t think so. Those women aren’t real women at all.”

“What do you mean?” I turned to face him.

“They’re not human…” He said, and then smirked. “Your friend is probably going to die soon,” he laughed lightly.

“What? What is so funny about it! You’re insane, you idiot! You need to help me, please!” I shouted, tears running down my cheeks. I couldn’t let Derek die… not this way… not in any way, actually. I need to save him.

“Idiot? Wow… I thought of you a kinder person,” he smiled. “Oh, well.”

“Could you at least for once show interest and help me right now?” I yelled at him, trying to climb up the plain wall.

He laughed again, “Yeah, of course you will get to the other side that way.”

“Shut up, I said!” I was even angrier. “I mean, what happened to that kind guy I met at school before? You were gentle with me, now you’re acting like a moron!”

“Idiot. Moron. Something else you want to add?”

“C’mon, you know why I call you like that!” my foot slipped on the wall and I fell to the floor. “At least help me get to the other side; I’ll do the rest myself.”

He laughed at the way I fell, “Okay, okay.” He helped me stand up and hugged me.

“Eh, how is this supposed to help? I didn’t ask for a hug. By the way, I’m freezing.”

He laughed once more, “You talk, talk, and talk. I like your attitude; you seem particularly interesting to me. You’re quite funny, you know?”

I sighed, “Sure, I’ve killed people of laughter before,” I said sarcastically. “Hey, are you trying to make me waste time so that Derek dies before I can stop them?”

“Maybe; maybe not.”

“Agh, get off me!” I struggled to get out of his hard arms.

“Fine; I’ll get you there,” then we started to rise up. I was in his arms still, while we were rising up to the other side of the wall. Then we land on the floor, still hugged; it was like if we were floating or something.

He finally released the hug and I said shocked, “What was that? How did you…? I mean…”

“Let’s just go find your friend,” he said coldly, pulling my hand as we walked.

“Do you even know where he is?”

“Do you even have to ask me this?” He said, imitating my tone, “I mean, of course I know,” he smiled.

“You know, your changes of moods are kinda getting me dizzy.”

“I’m sorry, I apologize for acting rude with you; just that… I don’t like him.”

“Who? Derek?”

“Yeah, is he your boyfriend?” He suddenly asked.

“Uh, no! But, honestly… I wish he was,” I blushed lightly.

“Right,” he said as he let go of my hand. “You should keep going yourself; I guess you don’t need me, or you’re just using me like an item.”

“No, wait! I’m not! But… hey, you started in first place,” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Start what?” He asked confused.

“You began acting rudely with me…”

“Oh, c’mon, Jamie…”

“How did you know my name?”

“Uh… I just… guessed it.”

“What’s your name, anyway?”

“Try to guess,” he grinned.

I didn’t say a word then, I just kept walking next to him. We were back where Derek and I were before: the little creepy house. He must be in there, with those women. I swallowed, nervously.

“Relax; you’ll be fine as long as you’re with me,” he said, squeezing my hand as we entered the house without knocking the door.

“Derek?” I shouted, but then the dark guy placed his hand on my mouth.

“Shhh… don’t even try to say a word,” he whispered. He led me to a room and we both eavesdrop behind the door. I could hear the women voices, but opening a little the door, I saw them; they looked fierce and dreadfully scary. Then I saw Derek tied up on a chair.

“Let me go right now!” Derek was shouting, while the others were laughing at him.

“How can we help him?” I whispered, but I guess loud enough for them to hear me.

The dark guy put his hand on my mouth once again and pushed me besides the door. One of the women opened the door rudely, looking around; and for our luck, the door was covering us on the side we were hiding. Then, the woman left and closed the door.

The dark guy sighed and whispered really low, “I said don’t speak!”

I just nodded in apologize and moved back where we were before. One woman was grazing Derek’s face with her hand, and the other one was threatening him with a knife on his neck.

“Tell us where the girl is!” the woman shouted.

“Never!” Derek yelled.

I placed my hand on my mouth, trying to keep a scream. Is it me who they are looking for? Of course, I’m the only girl who had been with him. I looked at the dark guy, waiting for him to say or do something. He took my hand and walked quietly out of that place, taking me to another room.

When he closed the door, I said in a low but shocked voice, “What are you doing? We have to save him!”

“Jamie, shut up!” He yelled; his tone of voice made my eyes go wet. He then saw my reaction and placed his hands on my shoulders, “No, no, please; sorry… I didn’t mean to…”

“Shut up…” I cut him. “I don’t have time for this; while we’re talking here, Derek is being threatened with those women. So, I’ll make this myself.”

I then walked out the door, running towards the room where Derek and the women were; I entered the room. The women turned to me with lighting eyes and Derek with worried eyes.

“Why, Jamie?” Derek said. “Why! They wanted you to come so that they could kill us both!”

“Why?” I asked confused. Then, the women were getting near me.

“No!” Derek shouted.

All their hands were getting near me; but before they could get me, a hand pushed them all away. I turned back and saw the dark guy with his hand stretched on air.

“Why don’t you ever listen to me?” He said softly.

Then, the women thought I was the one who pushed them away; also Derek thought that, since they couldn’t see the dark guy. One of the women –who seem to be the youngest and more beautiful of the group, with long-golden curls and white dress–, left the room secretly, while the others stayed. I noticed that the woman who just left was staring not at me, but someone next to me: that is the dark guy. So that meant she could see him just as I can? Why?

“Whoa, Jamie?” Derek said surprised; I just shrugged.

The creatures, now angrier than before, ran over me; but my angel pushed them all away again. The women finally gave up and ran off before it could get worse and someone gets hurt.

Derek looked at me shocked, “How did you…?”

I turned to look at the dark guy, who just smiled and faded away. Then, I turned back at Derek while I untied him from the chair. “Uh, you know; when someone gets me mad, you don’t know how… powerful I might become.” I didn’t even know what I was saying; all the work was done by my angel.

“Whoa, Jamie; I didn’t know that side from you.”

I just smiled.

“Really, you looked really hot…” He then said.

I rolled my eyes, “Asshole.” I pulled his hand, “Let’s get out of here.”

“Should I trust you this time? Because maybe we can get caught again.”

“Derek, please; I just said let’s get out of here, I don’t know where to go.”

“Okay, as long as we’re outside this creepy house,” we walked towards the door and went out of the house. Everything was the same as before: foggy and blurry.

I looked around, and I saw a little kid standing right in front of me. He was wearing old, dirty clothes; he seemed like a poor child. When I turned to see Derek, he was gone.

“Derek?” I called, “Derek!”

“I’m lost…” The kid said, pulling my hand carefully.

I turned to see the kid and knelt to the ground to be like his size, “You can’t find your mother?”

“No; I’m lost… help me,” the kid said with a cute, innocent little voice.

“But, where could she be? I’m lost too,” I sighed.

“This way,” the kid pulled my hand, making me stand up, and started walking.

“Uh, but where are you taking me?”

The kid didn’t answer, just kept walking, pulling my hand. I felt some steps behind us, maybe Derek or maybe the dark guy.

“They’ve found us!” The kid cried, running this time; I ran faster too.

“Who? What are you talking about?” I said desperately.

The kid didn’t answer to my question again; but when I turned back, I saw a skinny man, wearing nothing but his pants, with a huge knife on his hand–huge as a sword–; his entire body was all tattooed, also his top part of the head, since he was bold. The man was running as well after us. He looked really scary! He could kill us at any moment, so we have to hide somewhere!

“Come, come!” The kid said, opening a door for me. We both entered the room and locked the door–which probably won’t help since the man could just break the door down.

I turned to see the room. For my surprise, it was completely empty. There were no windows, no bed, nothing; I turned to a corner where the kid was sitting, in front of an old TV; so that was the only thing inside this room. The kid was calmly watching TV in black & white, like if nothing had happened. I knelt beside the kid and asked him, “Why did you brought me here? What is this strange room?”

The kid didn’t answer again, just kept watching the TV. I shook his shoulder, “Hey, I’m talking to you, kid.”

Then, a hard knock on the door caught our attention. We both turned shocked; the kid hid behind the TV and I stayed completely alone, nowhere to hide.

“He found us!” The kid whispered.

“But, what do I do now?” I said shocked, looking around for somewhere to hide.

I heard a growl behind the door. The man is here, he will now slice me into pieces! I just stayed froze in place, tears running down my cheeks. Is it really over? What had happened to Derek? Who are this kid and this man? Where am I? … A lot of unanswered questions.

The man finally broke the door into half and entered the room. I just moved back hesitantly; the man moved forward with an evil grin. My back was already pasted on the wall. The man raised his knife, about to cut me into half. I just closed my eyes, waiting for the moment to die…

Nothing had happened then, so I opened my eyes and saw the weird man on the floor, unconscious. I looked in front and saw the dark guy, with a serious, scary face.

“What?” I asked hesitantly, looking at his cold face.

“What do you think you’re doing here? You almost died!” He yelled at me, coming near me taking my hand rudely, pulling me out the room.

“Wait, wait, wait…” I stopped him, “Why was he trying to kill me? And those women that ran off; why did they want from me?”

“Is not just you, but your friend also. Any human who comes to this place, always die… There’s no survivor; so you and your friend need to go out of here now.”

“How are we supposed to go out? You need to help us! And help me find Derek!”

“Yeah, well I don’t know how to get out; and I don’t know where your friend is, so…” He shrugged.

“So, now what? We just wait until someone comes and kill both of us?” I said with a serious tone.

“We can go find him first, then look for a way out. I won’t let anyone get near you… I’ll protect you no matter what it takes,” he placed his hands on my shoulder.

“Just one more question… What are you?” I said, looking at him afraid.

He sighed and let go his hands off my shoulders, “I’ll let you know later. Let’s go find your friend.”

“Okay… by the way, it’s easier if you just say ‘Derek’.”

“I don’t like to mention his name so much; he seems particularly disgusting to me,” he laughed.

“Alright…”

We walked out of the strange, little room. The outside was now clear: there was no fog, but sunlight; there was no coldness, but warmth; there was no darkness, but brightness, etc.

“So, why did the whole place changed?” I asked looking around.

“It’s a good signal. The weather changes depending on the situation,” he smiled. “The climate has never been like this before ever since the humans invaded this territory. Whoa.”

“So, that means Derek is alright!” I cheered up.

“We don’t know for sure; come on,” he pulled my hand again.

While walking, a little bunny jumped in the middle of the road.

“Oh, how cute!” I leaned down to touch him, but the dark guy pulled my hand back.

“Don’t touch him!” He dragged me again, walking straight.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been acting so rude with me. It was just a bunny!”

“This world is different from yours; maybe things look similar, but they’re not. Most likely, every cute stuff is dangerous, while awful are sometimes good.”

“That doesn’t make sense at all.”

“Neither this world does. Just keep walking, will you?” He pulled me again.

“Hey, I can walk by myself; stop pulling, you’re hurting me.”

“Sorry,” he pulled me now softly. “Better?”

I sighed. Then, I felt heavy steps behind us. I turned and saw what I think it was a huge rabbit. Was it the same bunny I saw just seconds ago? The dark guy pulled me from my waist and hid me behind a tree.

Once the rabbit was gone, he said rudely: “Could you be more cautious next time?”

“Sorry…” I said, angry by his attitude.

“Look, I’m sorry I’m being rude all the time, but it’s because I need to protect you and I can’t control myself when I do it. Sorry…”

I looked at his face; he looked even more beautiful when he was apologizing. “It’s okay, I understand.” I hugged him softly. He hugged me back, tightly.

“Let’s go find Derek…” he whispered in my ear.

“You said Derek,” I smiled.

“Damn… I guess I did,” he shrugged.

“C’mon, let’s go.” I released the hug.

We walked again on the road.

“So, what’s your story? What are you? Please tell me now, to have something to talk about while we find Derek,” I suggested him.

“Well… What am I?” He laughed lightly. “I’m dead; I’m a ghost, spirit… whatever you want to call it.”

I shocked, “W-what? But… how come I… but you…” I hesitated.

“Yeah, that’s why no one else can see me but you.”

“But why only me?”

“Something in you wants me near, so I’m bound to appear only for you.”

“But, I don’t feel like I want you near; don’t get me wrong, but I don’t feel it.”

“That’s what your brain says, but not what your heart says.”

“But… if you’re a ghost, how can I touch you? You’re solid.”

“It’s the same; because you want to touch me.”

“I don’t get it… So what’s the story? How did you die?” I changed the topic.

“It all started around the 19th century, in this same place. I told you, no human can escape without dying. I was a victim, and I died. There’s a creature more powerful than the ones we’ve just met. He was the one who killed me…” He said with a cold voice, then added with a whisper I barely heard, “In order to protect the one I loved…”

“You died in order to protect that person?”

“Yes. And that girl reminds me a lot of you; that’s why I want to be with you: to protect you, and not failing this time.”

“Oh… and, did the girl died?”

“I don’t know…I died without knowing a thing about her…”

“And… do you think the one who killed you has Derek on his hands right now?” I asked afraid of the answer.

“Maybe…”

“We have to hurry!” I shouted desperately.

“Let’s go then, with no regrets as before.”

We hurried this time; he knew the place where the creature that killed him was, so it will be faster.

I heard some giggles, and the dark guy seemed to have heard them too, so we both stopped and looked where the giggles came from.

It was Derek, sitting on a huge rock in the middle of a river. For now, he was fine. But… what?! Who are those women around him? Wait… they’re not normal women. They have fish tails! They’re mermaids? How strange everything is turning out. Anyway, what was he doing with those mermaids? They were really beautiful, and very showy: they only had a small bra… Damn, Derek pervert. Why was he laughing, by the way? I was about to shout, but then thought of what the guy next to me would do, so I stayed quiet.

“Umh… won’t you go for him?” He asked me. So what, now he wants me to shout?

“If it’s okay with you…” I turned with Derek and got near him, “Derek?”

“Whoa, Jamie! Hello girl; did you know my new friends? They’re awesome, and hot.” He said.

“You’re disgusting… C’mon, we gotta go now, or else it’ll be too late.”

“C’mon, don’t be a party pooper! We’re having fun, wanna join us?”

I was about to reply, but suddenly I saw one of the mermaids behind Derek showing two long fangs, and was about to bite Derek’s neck.

“A Vampire Mermaid!” the dark guy called.

“What? Uh…” I picked a rock from the ground and threw it to her face.

The mermaid screamed and swam away.

“What was that?” Derek demanded.

“She’s a Vampire Mermaid! Let’s go or they’ll kill you!” There was no way I could get through him; he was across the river, far away from me.

“What?” He now saw what I meant, the other two mermaids were about to bite him from both sides, “Jamie!” He shouted.

“Uh, hold on just a sec,” I said, and the dark guy took me to the rock where Derek was without him seeing us. “Derek!”

“How did you…?”

“Doesn’t matter,” I hit a mermaid with my fist and threw her away to the water, unconscious.

“Careful!” Derek called, and pushed the other mermaid away.

“Leave her to me!” I said, now angry. I threw myself into the water, with the mermaid struggling to get me off. We were underwater, fighting; hitting ourselves. She scratched my arm with her long fingernails. All my blood went to the top of the river, and I could imagine Derek and the dark guy terrified.

I kept fighting, but I was drowning now; I needed some air, but the mermaid pulled me deeper. Then, I was seeing all blurry. I could barely see a shadow pulling me to the surface, but I fell unconscious.

Once I woke up, I saw a beautiful angel very near me. I blinked twice, and finally saw the dark guy clearly. “What happened?” I asked, and then my arm burned. “Ouch, I’m bleeding; where’s the mermaid?”

“I killed her as well as the other ones. You almost died, what were you thinking? Fighting with a Vampire mermaid?”

“Sorry… Where’s Derek?” I said weakly.

“I had to hit him on the neck to save you without him noticing. He will wake up soon and have no idea of what had happened.”

“Oh… Thank you,” I smiled weakly. I just realized I was resting in the floor with him really close to me. I felt… a little uncomfortable.

“Umh… I think I feel much better now,” I said trying to get up, but the dark guy stopped me, letting me rest once again. He placed his hand on my forehead.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, but then my eyes closed without me wanting. After what felt like three seconds, I opened them in a shot. “…Ace…” I whispered.

He smiled softly, “Nice to meet you.”

I leaned forward, now on a sitting position, staring at him with curious eyes.

“Your name is Ace.”

“Yes,” he nodded once.

I shook my head confused, “How did I know?”

“Don’t worry; the thing is that you know my name now. Happy?”

“Not at all… I’m still confused… But at least I know your name; I won’t have to call you ‘dark guy’ or ‘angel’ anymore,” I laughed a little.

“You used to call me ‘angel’?” He suddenly asked.

I blushed lightly, “Umh, yes… You’re like my guardian angel; you’re always there for me…”

“You know, this reminds me of a song I’ve heard lately around your school… which didn’t exist in my times; is: ‘Your Guardian Angel’ or something like that.”

“Oh, I love that song… every time I hear it the first thing that comes through my mind is you…”

“Well… I know parts of the song, and I would like to sing it for you…” he whispered.

I smiled softly, but deep inside me, I wanted to scream. My favorite song… and he will sing it for me.

He stared deeply into my eyes and began to sing softly, with a voice even better than the original singer:

When I see your smile tears roll down my face, I can’t replace… And now that I’m strong I have figured out how this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul, and I know I’ll find deep inside me, I can be the one…” He was following the same rhythm as the song, then took my hands and continued: “I will never let you fall; I’ll stand up with you forever; I’ll be there for you through it all, even if saving you sends me to heaven…” His hands ran from my hands all the way through my arms; now on my cheeks: “It’s ok… It’s ok… It’s ok…” His hands ran again down my arms; “Seasons are changing and waves are crashing and stars are falling all for us… Days grow longer and nights grow shorter; I can show you I’ll be the one… I will never let you fall; I’ll stand up with you forever; I’ll be there for you through it all, even if saving you sends me to heaven…” He stopped with a long, soft ending. I think he didn’t know the rest, but still… it was simply beautiful. I wanted to cry, and indeed I did; tears were running down my face. He stared at me with worried eyes that made me feel guilty; those eyes were absolutely beautiful and… I just realized they torn from bloody red to a sky blue, never seen before, but extremely beautiful…

“Why are you crying? Was it too bad?” He said with those sad and beautiful eyes.

I cleaned the tears from my face and hugged him tightly, “I loved it so much… I’m crying because it was absolutely beautiful… I can’t even speak, my throat is drying.”

He ran his hand several times through my hair, “its ok… my true love, my whole heart…” Those words were also part of the song, which were more beautiful than the original singer.

I released the hug and stared at him, “Your eyes are sky blue… the first time I saw them were bloody red.”

“They change to this color when I’m relaxed and feeling good… actually; it’s been like decades since they don’t turn this way… You have something special that made me change completely; ever since I died I desired revenge, but now when I met you all I could think about is you… I’m always worrying about you, and I feel like a new me when I’m with you; a me who does not want revenge but to feel happy… and I thank you for this…”

“You know you can always count on me to cheer you up and make you feel good. I’m sorry for calling you an idiot and a moron, by the way…”

“Don’t worry, I was acting like an idiot and a moron anyway; this all feels like a “Good-bye” or something… we’re apologizing for silly things,” he laughed softly.

“I just wanted to make sure you weren’t mad because I called you like that.”

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing; your friend is about to wake up, and if he doesn’t see you, he’ll panic. Go with him, I’ll wait.”

He helped me stand up and I walked where Derek was resting. He looks cute when he’s sleeping… but not as cute as my Angel, my Ace…

I knelt to the ground besides him, when he started to open his eyes hesitantly, blinking.

“Jamie?” he said weakly. “Where am I?”

“Derek!” I said, “You hit yourself on the head; but don’t worry, you’re fine now,” I smiled.

I’ve considered… Ace is way nicer and gentle than Derek is; plus Derek has become a bit more pervert and idiot, while Ace is softer and pure; also, Ace is more beautiful than Derek… a lot more. However, Derek is still part of my life, so I want to be with him also and help him.

Derek laughed weakly, “what a stupid act of me… I just remember those mermaids. What happened to them?”

“Oh, they ran off,” I lied. “The good thing is you’re okay and that we need to get out of here.”

“I’m glad you’re okay, Jamie;” he suddenly said while standing up. He then hugged me, “I don’t know what would be of me if you disappear.” He released the hug.

I blushed lightly and shrugged, “well I’m alright; no need to worry at all.”

Ace was staring at us, and I could imagine he got mad when Derek hugged me, but he must know my heart belongs to him… well, rhetorically, since he’s death.

“Jamie, look over there,” Derek pointed with his finger to the north, were there was some dark smoke in the sky.

“Is something burning there?” I asked confused.

“We need to go to that place,” Ace said, now next to me.

“Why?” I whispered so Derek couldn’t hear me.

“There’s the exit from this place.”

“But you said there was no way out.”

“I…just remembered there is one,” he said hesitantly, like if he wasn’t sure of his words.

Anyway, I have to trust him, why should he lie to me? I then turned at Derek, “We need to go there.”

“Are you crazy? There must be danger over there! I can’t risk our lives there…”

“Trust me…”

“Last time you said that, I was caught by some strange women.”

“That was a mistake; but this time is real. Trust me… please.”

He realized I was completely sure in my eyes, “Fine.”

The three of us walked towards that place. It wasn’t so far; we had to cross the river again, then just a short path to get to a place which was foggy and scary. It was like a town, or which used to be a town: there were corpses lying on the ground; some covered with blood, others just injured; what used to be some small houses were all destroyed; every living thing in this strange world was death or unconscious.

Derek swallowed, “Jamie, this is a bad idea, let’s get out of here before we end up like those people!”

I stared at Ace and bit my lip, waiting for an answer.

“Let’s go on. The exit is in this town,” he said.

“Are you sure? Why are all these people–or creatures–death?” I whispered desperately.

“It’s nothing to worry about, trust me; let’s keep walking forward,” he said again with a worried tone.

I started to walk straight forward.

“Jamie! Are you crazy? I said let’s leave before we get killed!” Derek said freaking out.

I breathed deeply, worried as Derek was–and mistrustful, “I’m sure this is the way, don’t be afraid.”

He took my left hand the same time Ace took my right hand. At simple sight it was just me and Derek holding hands; but my vision was the three of us holding hands.

“Jamie, I’m afraid…”

“Don’t be. We’ll be fine,” I was just counting on Ace in this situation; he is protecting the two of us now.

“I’m not afraid of myself… I’m afraid that something could happen to you…”

“We’ll be fine as long as we stay together.”

Ace stopped walking, so I stopped too and Derek had to. I turned to see Ace, but he was looking in front terrified. I turned to see what he was staring at, and there was a young lady standing right in front of us, a little far away.

He had long-golden curls; a long ghostly, white dress, that seemed to be torn up from some edges; her eyes were pale blue, with no pupil; her hands were full of blood.

I just panic when I first saw her, so did Derek. I turned to see Ace once again, who seemed even more terrified than Derek and me together.

“Serena…” Ace whispered.

“Serena?” I stared at him confused.

Derek looked confused, “Serena? How did you know her name, Jamie?”

Serena giggled evilly and stretched her hand towards Derek’s eyes and a wave of air blew softly through Derek’s face.

“What was that? What did she do to you?” I said desperately.

Derek turned to face me, “Who’s the dark guy next to you?”

“What? Wait… you can see him now?” I said surprised.

“So, he’s the dark guy you always talked about at school?” Derek said surprised as I was.

“Yes!” I turned to face Serena, “What did you do to him? Why can he see him now?”

“Well, if he’s going to die;” she said, “he has to see the other ones who will die, too.”

Ace laughed, “I’m already dead.”

“I know; the two humans will die while I’ll make you disappear.”

“How will you do that?” Ace wondered.

Serena took out what seemed to be a gun; huge and gray with some green lights; “This gun was made specially to disappear ghosts. Once I shoot you, you will get caught and can never get out…”

“Why do you want me to disappear? I mean, what happened to the girl you used to be when I was alive?” Ace said with a sad voice.

“She changed in order to stay alive, and not ending up like you.”

“I gave my life for you! I took the risk in order to protect you…”

“Well, you were so stupid trusting in someone like me,” Serena raised the gun, pointing at Ace. “Good-bye, Ace…”

“Wait,” Ace said.

“What do you want now?”

“Please… I beg you: let Jamie and Derek go, and get rid of me… please.”

“I said I’ll get rid of the three of you.”

“Please… I beg you.”

“Well…Derek, you said? Well, he could be a nice partner; what do you think?”

“What?” Derek said confused.

“But let Jamie go, please,” Ace begged.

“Hmmm… I don’t think so; is she your new lover? Because I will kill her,” Serena said coldly.

“No!” Ace shouted, angry.

“Derek’s a cute guy… I’ll consider letting him go. But you, Ace, and your new lover will disappear…”

“I don’t get it; what are you talking about?” Derek said confused.

“Oh, don’t worry… you’ll be fine,” Serena said, getting near him and grazing her hand on his face. “But the other two will be gone!” She hit Derek on the neck and let him fall.

“Derek!” I shouted.

“Don’t worry; I said he’ll be fine; I’ll let him go. But you’re going to die. But Ace is first, so to make your death more suffering, I’ll make him disappear!” She then thought for a moment, “Umh isn’t it otherwise? Killing her first so that Ace suffers more?” She shrugged, “It’s the same; I already took out my ghost gun.”

She raised the gun again, pointing at Ace. Ace looked at me with sad eyes and then closed them, waiting for the moment in which he’ll disappear forever. I couldn’t let him go; I have to do something! …I don’t care about the consequences; I don’t care if something happens to me…

Without thinking it twice, I ran for Ace, stood up in front of him and raised my arms to the sides, in a protective way. Before Ace could push me away, the green laser that Serena shot from her gun hit me straight on my heart… I fell to the floor.

A big amount of blood was draining from my chest to the sides. Ace screamed my name desperately; Serena fell backwards because of the impact; Derek was still unconscious…

“Jamie!” Ace knelt to the ground and placed his hands on the edges of my face. “Jamie!”

I tried to smile, but I gave an effortless smile; “Ace…”

“Jamie! Why did you do that! Don’t leave me, please… Don’t.”

I raised my hand weakly to touch his face carefully, “I won’t ever leave you… I got hit by the gun, but it was not a mortal gun; so maybe it won’t affect me as a human…”

“But you don’t know that, maybe it has other effects towards humans!”

Serena hit her head hardly, so she was hurt and couldn’t get up; “Yes it has an effect on humans… This gun is extremely powerful that can catch ghosts; and its power can kill humans.”

“What? No!” Ace shocked. “Jamie, no…no!”

“Ace…” I said weakly, “I’m dying…for love; like you did… remember?”

“But this is different, Jamie!”

“No” I cut him; “If I die, I can live with you forever…”

“What do you mean? Oh, don’t tell me you–”

I nodded.

“Jamie…”

My eyes were closing; my breathing was ceasing; the last words I could say were: “Even if saving you sends me to heaven… I love you, Ace…” Everything turned inky black…

Derek’s P.O.V.:

I was opening my eyes slowly. I leaned forward into a sitting position; my head hurt a lot. Huh? I turned to my left side and saw the blonde girl on the floor, with some blood draining through her chest and mouth. She’s probably dead now… I turned to my right side and saw… No… no, no, no… NO!

“Jamie!” I shouted. Her body was lying on the floor, with blood draining from her chest.

I ran towards Jamie and knelt next to her. I leaned my head over her chest to see if her hearts was still beating… No, is not…

“Jamie!” I shouted once again, hugging her corpse. “Why!”

As I was hugging her, I realized the dark guy had left… How in the world could he leave Jamie dead here!

I carried Jamie’s corpse and started to walk straight. There was a white, potent light right in front; I suppose that’s the exit. I walked straight through that light and everything turned white.

Seconds later, I found myself at the school’s backyard (it was snowing, so no one came to school today) Hmmm… it’s really weird; it’s middle autumn and it had never snowed in years.

Days passed by really fast; Jamie’s body was buried on the state’s cemetery. I had become a really empty and serious person since Jamie’s death. Her best friend, Nicky, was the same. We all were the same…

Everyone asked me what happened to her; but if I tell them the truth they won’t ever believe me, so I say I don’t know. Her parents are crying and crying, wondering why she died… I feel really bad for keeping to myself the reason why she died, but it’s insane… I’m already freaking out, I can’t believe she died! Jamie… I would like to see her again… just one more time… see her beautiful face and delightful smile… Oh, Jamie…

I didn’t feel like going to History class, so I stayed at the hallways, sitting on the benches. I covered my face with my hands, trying to calm down, but I couldn’t. Jamie…

I looked up and a miracle happened… Jamie was there in front of me… I couldn’t believe it, she was there! As beautiful as always, smiling… Oh, what a beautiful vision… only if it was real…it’s just my imagination…

She stretched her hand all over to my face, touching it softly; her hands were extremely cold, but warm at the same time. Wait, I could touch it, so that means she’s real.

“Jamie…” I grabbed her hand softly, kissing it carefully. “I really miss you… Why did you leave me?”

“Derek, I love you… but my heart belongs to Ace…” She whispered.

I sighed, “That’s too bad… I love you too and I wanted your heart so badly…”

“You have it…” She said as she faded away slowly.

“I love you…I hope you come back again…”

She smiled and disappeared.

“Jamie…”

Sometimes we give everything,

Even our own lives, for love;

Sometimes we don’t realize

That true love we find it inside our hearts…

Everyone’s afraid to die,

But dying is not an ending,

Is a new beginning for life…

So this story does not have a happy ending… at least not for everyone; Derek finally realized Jamie was her true love, but Jamie just realized that her true love was Ace. So this story shows how someone died for love, not caring about consequences… Jamie went to heaven with the one she loved, making this the saddest situation Derek and everyone will have to endure… Ace finally has someone to be with after a long century of loneliness and sorrow; while his old love Serena died too, but instead she went to hell as a punishment for the things she’d done… It’s a happy ending for Jamie and Ace, but a pain for the rest… Now, this shows how people in heaven enjoy life more than the ones on Earth, just suffering…

The End.

The Gathering of Clouds

Written By:caffeineaddict13
You can read the original here:
All credit goes to the original author

- one -

There is a story that hasn’t been told. Not yet.

In the desert, a girl holds her mother’s hands and whispers as the sun appears from behind the endless hills, tinted orange from sand and streaming red like the scars that will one day trace her body.

“You know what they say about red skies,” her mother says, and begins to hum softly in the heat.

The girl doesn’t know, but she doesn’t say this out loud. There is some part of her that realizes that a storm is coming, and when the hairs stand up at the back of her neck, she tries her best to ignore it.

Eventually, though, all storms have to break.

Eventually, all stories need to be told.

She closes her eyes and listens to the sea begin to turn.

--

Dreaming, dreaming, I’m dreaming, I’m dead, it’s building, falling, crashing –

- two -

In the dark, everything seems more real. Monsters hide between hanging coats in the closet, underneath the shiny pink of a comforter, in between the baskets of laundry sitting on the floor.

Whispered secrets are often more binding when they are told in the dark. This is one reason why it’s so easy to trust Edward Cullen.

The lights go out, but Bella doesn’t hold her breath. She puts her arms out and feels the walls, cold under her touch, her heart beating like a rabbit running from its predator as night falls in the woods.

Edward takes her hand in his, tells her stories that only exist in the books she no longer reads. And because it is so dark, she believes him.

Eventually, she will look back on that moment and try to recall the difference between monsters and dreams. They twist together now more than ever, and when the definition becomes something she can no longer understand, she will stick the phrase to other things and call it a day.

- three -

Jacob gives her a Bright Eyes CD for Christmas, the year the sun starts to rise again.

Just get me past this dead and eternal snow, it says, ‘cause I swear that I’m dying, slowly but it’s happening.

She thinks it funny that, ironically, the dead are what keep her alive.

And say, and lie to me, and say, and lie to me, and say it’s going to be alright.

“If winter ends,” Jacob tells her, sitting on the edge of his car, “I’ll take you home.”

“I give myself three days to feel better,” Bella smiles, and lets him hold her, but she thinks that maybe he’s missing the point.

- four -

Back in Arizona, there is a different boy. He has brown hair and a pretty mouth and he doesn’t know about the magic that exists between the places that normal people tread.

He does, however, remember being ten years old and lonely. He remembers a girl with big brown eyes telling him that he was beautiful. And now there is a place in his heart that he keeps for her, wherever she is – a place where she can come back to, even if she doesn’t realize it’s there.

The girl doesn’t know about the people she has touched. Some part of her needs to be loved – the same way that all people do – and on the nights when she misses the desert and her mother’s voice, it beats in the same tune as the quiet boy in Phoenix.

--

I don’t believe in ghost stories,” she says.

Well,” he replies, “I’m no ghost.”

- five -

Bella remembers a perfect day as the days she spent with Edward. In the calm of the storm, the perfect silence of greys and blues before all hell breaks loose, she cannot imagine anything better.

It is one of these such days, her head lying in Edward’s lap, his fingers cool on her forehead, that her filter is suddenly shut off.

“I worry about Charlie sometimes,” she says, a mouse’s voice that she knows he can hear. “He stares at the oven when I’m cooking like he’s imaging someone else. And he’s so alone all the time – if it weren’t for Billy Black he wouldn’t even have any friends. He’s…isolated.” Bella blushes, hiding her face in the folds of Edward’s shirt. “I’m probably imagining some of it,” she whispers. “But it’s there all the same.”

The hundred-year-old boy presses his lips against her forehead. “I wouldn’t be too concerned, love,” he tells her. “It sounds like you, I suppose. And you’re certainly not alone.”

The sky cracks – and, just for a second, Bella is small again, lost in the thunder. It doesn’t take long for the rain to clear, but she will never forget what it feels like to drown.

- six -

Sometimes, in the after-days of her eclipse, when the push-pull of lovers becomes too much, Bella imagines what it would be like.

Had she stayed with her mother and Phil.

Had she never met Edward Cullen, and never gotten broken.

Had Jacob Black never pieced her back together.

Had Edward stayed away, oblivious to the destruction he had caused.

Had the world stopped turning the precise moment she realized that she was stuck between two goods – because it would probably be easier if it were two evils, instead.

She imagines Pandora’s box, only it’s backwards. She holds twin cases in her hands – one gold in the sunlight, the other silver in the dark. She opens them on the count of three and she is rich and beautiful and famous – until she reaches the end, and she has to make a choice.

That, she realizes, is the hope. The phantom left over when everything else is gone: silent, unassuming, and, eventually, the most important piece of it all.

Decision.

--

I keep searching the streets for that blood-wine battleship she drives with a weak battery, and the doors hanging from broken hinges…

- seven -

“Heat,” Bella replies honestly, when Jacob asks her what she misses most about her old home. He chuckles, takes her hand and presses it against his forehead.

“It’s your lucky day, then,” he says.

“I scream for sunlight,” she breathes softly, more to herself than to him. Jacob hears anyway – he lifts her head up till their eyes meet under the shadows of the garage.

“I’ll take you there,” he tells her.

She doesn’t have the heart to tell him she’s already arrived.

She thinks: I know that’s impossible now.

She thinks: Just get me out of here.

She whispers, “Lie to me.”

- eight -

There is a story that hasn’t been told.

In the aftermath of a storm, there is a girl. She’s hard to pick out among the wreckage, sunken in piles of rotting wood and weather-beaten houses and broken glass and the bodies of those that didn’t survive. She is there, however – if you look hard enough.

This is the girl that was once never able to be alone. Once upon a time, she was loved, held, coveted – and, in the end, it wasn’t the storm that made this all disappear.

There is a girl who is broken and beaten and torn. Her hair is chopped short and her skin pallid, her face is sunken and her eyes shift uneasily around the ruins.

There is a girl – not a lover, a mother, a friend, a savior, a conscience; just a girl – who stood in the eye of the storm. And there is a girl who walked away.

She opens her eyes and watches as the sea begins to turn again.

Breakdown

Written By:my-midnight-escape
You can read the original here:
All credit goes to the original author

Breakdown

Rosalie sat at her vanity, absently running a brush through her beautiful golden hair. "God," she thought, "I'm gorgeous". She was mesmerized by her own beauty and found herself fascinating to watch. Except for her eyes, which still had not lost their shocking crimson color. She hated looking at her eyes, they made her feel revolting, but that would change with time. Other than that she was perfect.

The beginnings of a soft piano melody reached Rosalie, startling her from her thoughts. It reminded her that she wasn't alone. Edward was in the house and so was Esme, Carlisle was at work. Thinking of her family, especially Edward, just reminded her that she wasn't perfect. She wasn't good enough for Edward. Men used to think she was stunning, but Edward didn't want her the way other men had. He didn't call her beautiful or try to impress her. "Nobody wants me anymore. After all why would someone want damaged goods? It's no wonder he doesn't want me, I'm not even pure”, she thought savagely to herself. Why would Edward want someone that wasn't even a virgin? He wouldn't. She knew Royce was the reason Edward wouldn't even give her the time of day. Not that she wanted him that way, she couldn’t even think of men in that way anymore, but she still wanted to be loved., especially now that she felt so violated. She just wanted to know that someone loved her and looked at her like she was a goddess, just like men used to. The way she thought Royce once had. No. He hadn't loved her. He had just wanted her to be his trophy wife and sex doll. He had already used her like a doll, and let all of his friends, too. Oh god, no. "Don't think about it," she whispered to herself. But that was impossible. Memories were now flooding back to her, slightly hazy, like everything else in her human life, but these were vivid to her. The feel of each man moving in and out of her. Feeling her skin tear, her flesh bruise, and her bones break.

Rosalie was taking in sharp breaths, gasping for air that she didn't need. She made her way to the bed, practically doubled over with the pain of her memories, hands gripping and twisting the hair that she had just meticulously brushed. She collapsed on the bed with her back against the headboard and pulled her knees up to her chest. She sobbed and clutched a pillow to her face, attempting to stifle the noise. She knew it was pointless, she was in a house with two other vampires, there was no way they wouldn’t hear her. But still, she wanted to retain a shred of dignity and nurse her bleeding wounds in private.

Within moments Esme was knocking on her door. "Rosalie, darling, I'm coming in"
Rosalie couldn't compose herself enough to tell her not to bother, that she was fine. She wasn't okay in the slightest, but she didn't want the others to see her when she was so indisposed.

"Oh, Rose," Esme whispered as she rushed over to her. She climbed onto the bed, took Rose’s position and the head board and pulled Rose to her chest, hugging her from behind. "It's going to be okay. You're safe now, sweetie. Nobody can hurt you anymore". Rose clutched Esme's arms to her stomach tightly and leaned into Esme's chest, still gasping for breath, as Esme cradled her and rocked her back and forth like she was a child.

Rosalie's sobs were subsiding and turning into guttural whimpers. She recognized the truth in Esme's words; she was indestructible now, Royce couldn't hurt her anymore. On the contrary, if they were ever to meet again, she could hurt him. Not just him, but every single one of his friends too. She could kill them for what they did to her. She would kill them.

There was another knock on the door, interrupting Rose's thoughts. "Come in Edward", Esme spoke aloud for Rosalie's benefit. Rosalie didn't try to compose herself. What was the point? Edward would just read her mind. She rolled her eyes, as if her privacy wasn't already violated enough. Edward sighed at this, exasperated. "It's not something I try to do," he directed at Rosalie, "trust me, I'd be much happier if I didn't know about many of the things I hear, especially in your thoughts"
Rosalie rolled her eyes again.
"That's not why I came up here, though. I just wanted to tell you that you were wrong."
"Of course", Rose thought, that's the only thing he likes to tell me.
Edward smiled in response to this. "I do enjoy that"
"You'll have to be more specific, wrong about what, exactly?" Rose asked aloud. She wasn't going to encourage Edward to read her mind.
He scoffed at this, but continued, "You’re wrong about the way I look at you. I don't think you are damaged and dirty. It would be simply horrible of me to think of my sister that way." Edward gave a half hearted smile, turned to leave the room.
Esme nudged Rosalie, prompting her to speak. "Thank you Edward," Rosalie said as he closed the door.
Rosalie leaned back into Esme and Esme stroked her hair. "You're going to be fine dear" Rosalie smiled up at her and she knew that Esme was right. Not immediately, or even soon, but eventually, she would be alright. Her mind went back to her earlier thoughts of seeing Royce again.
After some minutes she asked "Esme, do you think you could help me pick out a wedding dress?"
"Of course, Rose, but why?"
"I'm going to kill Royce King.”

Esme closed her eyes and sighed. She had a feeling Rosalie would want her revenge, and who was she to tell her no? Those men had it coming, they were monsters. She leaned forward and whispered in Rosalie’s ear “we can go shopping tomorrow.”

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Perfectly Matched Lovers

Written By:Melinda Gray
You can read the original here:
All Credit goes to the original Author:

“Perfectly Matched Lovers”

Love is in the air tonight. Literally. I can feel it swirling around me like a fog. It was overwhelming to me. It wasn’t always this way, tonight was different. Usually it was one couple or another. This was the first time that all of us had been up to the same thing at the same time.

I was used to this feeling coming from Emmett and Rosalie’s room. That wasn’t anything new. It was just another night for them. They were madly in love. Luckily, tonight they were keeping their voices down and the furniture destruction to a minimum.

I was a bit more surprised by the emotions coming from Carlisle and Esme’s room. They were madly in love of course but they didn’t usually get this passionate. It was amazing. It seemed like the destruction would be in their room tonight.

At least Bella and Edward were a few miles away in their new cottage. That helped. Newlyweds couldn’t help themselves and I didn’t want to experience that potent force any stronger than I already did. I enjoyed the peace and happiness they brought with them but their other desires were always trying to break through.

Then there was Alice. Ah, my Alice. I was standing outside the door of our bedroom, enjoying her feelings. Perhaps she had also noticed the mood in the house. The passion and love coming from her was strong enough to suddenly drown out the other passions I felt in the air. I knew she saw me coming, she must have envisioned this. I walked in and closed the door behind me.

There she was, my love. She lay across the bed wearing nothing but a smile. She winked and smiled even wider. I went to her, smiling. Alice and I like to take things slow, in this department at least. I stared into her eyes as she sat up and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. She kissed me, softly. She ran her fingertips along the crescent scars covering my chest. Although we were the same temperature her skin felt hot to me. She ran her hands down to my waist and slowly removed my belt and jeans. She ran her hands down my back tenderly. She pulled me down onto our bed and we let our emotions take us.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Notes Galore!

Written By: Nosuchthingashappilyeverafter
You can read the original here:
All Credit goes to the original author

The Cullen House!

Bella- Italics Edward-Bold Alice- Regular

Eddy-poo!

Eddy-poo?

That be your new name!!

Ah...I see.

Eddy-poo!!

Oh, and Bella?

Yus?

Why in the world are we passing notes?

Cause it be FUN!!

Not really.

Purple ladybugs!!

Excuse me?

I wanna pop-tart! I hungry!

Then go make one...

NO!

And why not?

I’m not hungry.

But you just said...

NO I DID NOT!! GET OFF MY BACK WOMAN!!

Woman?

Yup!

How much caffeine have you had today?

None!

That explains the empty coke cans on the table...

YOU DRANK MY COKE!!

Oh my...

Your what?

Huh?

You said “Oh my”. Your what?

Never mind!

SUBJECT CHANGE!!

To what, pray tell?

I WANNA GO TO ZEE MARRY-GO-ROUND!!

Why?

IT GO SPINNY! -Giggle-

Wow.

LETS GO EDDY-POO!

Stop that!

Stop what?

That!

What’s that?

What’s what?

THAT!!

Enough!

Fine.

Hey guys!

ALLY-POO!!

Hello, Alice.

Edward makes no sense!

I make plenty of sense!!

No, not really.

Alice!!

Ha ha Eddy-poo...

Eddy-poo?

That’s what I said.

Emmett’s playing guitar hero. Wanna watch?

Emmett plays Guitar Hero?

Yup!

I wanna see this!

The Cullen House!

Ally poo?

Yes, Bella?

CRAP AND POO ARE THE SAME THING!!

I’m aware…

But… OOOOOOHHHH I GOTS AN IDEA!!

What is this idea?

Get Emmett to lie down on the table!!

Why?

JUST DO IT!!

-Alice proceeds to threaten Emmett’s guitar hero guitar until he agrees to lay down-

Ok, now what?

Get everyone else!!

-As they come, Bella shouts out instructions, and it isn’t long before her intentions are apparent.-

YAY!!

Bella, why is my family stacked up like… a pyramid??

NO QUESTIONS! GO UP ON TOP!!

-When Edward is in place, Bella clumsily works her way to the top, stepping on many heads and fingers. Thank god they’re vampires. Eventually, she gets to the top, and shakily stands on Edward and Alice’s backs. Once she’s straight, she pumps her fists in the air. –

Victory!!

-“Uh, Bella?” Emmett calls. “Ya?” Bella is in the middle of a small victory dance.

The table is snapping.” “Oh crap…” The table snapped right after her statement, ending the Cullen’s flying. They tumbled, and Bella spun off, flying through a window. Eddy-Poo found her laughing her head off in a bush.

That was fun! Lets do it again!!WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” –

The Swan Residance

What’s rigatoni, Eddy-Poo?

I have no idea.

Huh.

Is there a reason you asked?

Jess had this so called “Rigatoni” in her lunch today…

I see…

I WANT SOME RIGATONI EDDY WEDDY!!

Eddy Weddy??

DO NOT QUESTION THE MIGHTY NICKNAMES!! I WANT RIGATONI!

Then go make some.

But I dunno what it is….

Then why in the world would you want to eat it?

Dunno... it sounds interesting…. OMG THERES A SPIDER IN YOUR HAIR!! Ha ha, made ya look.

Is that… Pepsi?

Yup. Gotta problem with the big P?

The Big P?

The big P... TBP!! Awwwwsssssoooommmmmeeee……

Go look up rigatoni in the dictionary.

What’s rigatoni?

I don’t know…

Huh…WOAH!

What now?

DEJAVOUS! Wow! Spiffy word…. De ja vous….

It’s not the best word in the world…

De ja vous

Why?

De ja vous

Interesting.

De ja vous

Hi Bella! Hi Eddy Poo!

De ja vous

Huh?

She’s become obsessed with that word.

You mean de-

Don’t say it!

De ja vous! Stop stealing the paper with supa speed!!

By the way, I had a vision.

De ja vous. What was it?

You wanted rigatoni.

-Alice hands her a plate of rigatoni, and Bella glares at it.-

De ja vous. Rigatoni is stupid. I don’t want it.

-As Bella tries to hand Alice back the pasta, she falls, her face landing straight in the dish.-

IT’S HOT!!IT BURNS! IT BURNS!!

Oh my god, Bella, are you okay? Edward, don’t growl at me! It’s not my fault!

Edward?

Yes, love?

De ja vous.

The Cullen Residance

Carlisle- Bold, Underline, Italics.

They should have a national De ja vous day.

Who is “They”, anyway?

Bwahahahahahahahaha, a new topic to contemplate!!

Lovely.

You is they!

Huh?

THEY IS EDDY! YAY THEY!

Great.

I IS A KUMQUAT!

A what?

I’s a kit kat kumquat!

Put. The. Coke. Down.

Oooooooooooooooooooo

Now the chocolate….

EDDY-POO! NAUGHTY NAUGHTY BOY!

What?

You stole my eyes.

I did WHAT?

Stole my eyes. I BLIND! I BLIND!

I didn’t steal your eyes.

Then how come I can’t see?

You closed your eyes.

No I didn’t.

Yes, you did.

No, I didn’t. I couldn’t have, CAUSE I GOT NO EYES TO CLOSE!!

I didn’t take your eyes, Bella.

I know. THE BUMBLE BRE TOOK THEM!!

You mean bumble bee?

NO! BUMBLE BRE!

I’m not even gonna ask…

MY NOSE!!

Huh?

CHARLIE STOLE MY NOSE!

?

When I was a kid, he said “Got your nose!” BUT HE NEVER GAVE IT BACK!

Would you like me to find you a new nose, Bella?

MY EAR!!

FACE BANDIT!

??

THE BUMBLE BRE STOLE MY FACE!!

Bumble bre?

I think she’s broken.

I GOT NO EYES!

I GOT NO NOSE!

I GOT NO EARS!

IT’S A FACE BANDIT!

FACE ASSAULT!

RAPE!

RAPE!!

I think you’re right…

HELP ME KEEP MY MOUTH!!

No one is going to take your mouth, Bella.

CAUSE THE BUMBLE BRE’S NOT A ONE, IT’S A FACE BANDIT!!

I’m getting Carlisle to sedate her.

Is Carlisle the face bandit in disguise??

No.

I GOT NO MOUTH!

Yes, you do.

I got him.

Bella?

CARLISLE? IT’S FACE BANDIT! FACE ATTACK! RAPE! RAPE!

Look at Alice, dear.

WHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYY?

She’s the face bandit.

OHMIGEE!

-As Bella looks at Alice in shock, Carlisle puts a needle in her arm.-

AHHHH!! THE FACE….bandit…made me… tired…ish…. –SNORE-

Finally!

READ THIS! THERE’S A CHAPTER IN IT FOR YA! I just thought I should clear up ALL confusion over fonts. So, here ya go. Refer back to this if you’re confuzzled.

Bella- Italics

Edward- Bold

Alice- Regular

Jasper-Bold italics

Emmett- Underlined

Rosalie-Underline, italics

Any minor character (Carlisle, Esme, Mike, etc. I’ll tell you who specifically at the top of the chapter)- Bold, Italics, Underlined

Well, ya. I’m an idiot. I’m writing more chapters on paper. Well, ya.. I don’t wanna post an A/N without a chapter…so, ya. Here you go.

English Class

BAGEL!

Huh?

BAGEL BONES!

What?

Bagel army, ATTACK!

Bagels are disgusting.

Phooey! YOU JUST DON’T LIKE THEM CAUSE THEY GOT NO BLOOD!

Interesting assumption.

What are we doing after school?

I’m not at liberty to say.

EDDY-POO!

Let’s just say it involves a lot of Alice and Rosalie, if you catch my drift.

OH NOES! MAKEOVER!

Yup.

Eddy- Freddy?

Eddy-Freddy??

Yus.

Wow.

Guess what?

What?

IT’S A BIRD! IT’S A PLANE! IT’S A BAGEL!

Geography

OMG! OMG!

What?

PEI!

English?

Prince Edward Island!

Go do your work

But seriously! You own an island!!

If I owned an island, wouldn’t I know?

Ya, unless…. YOU KEPT IT A SECRET SO YOU COULD GIVE IT TO ME! Aww, Eddy-poo, I love it!

What??

No one’s ever given me an island before!

But…you…I….huh?

I should rename it…

I don’t own PEI, Bella.

That’s right. Cause you gave it to me.

Bella, I’m not giving you PEI.

Why? Don’t you luff me enough??

I didn’t own it in the first place.

THEN WHY IS IT PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND??

I dunno, cause PRINCE EDWARD owns it!

But….

You look heartbroken…

Well, it was an island!!

You won’t let me get you a car, or a cell phone for that matter, but you want me to give you an island?

Yup.

Ugg. Conversation over. The teacher’s suspicious.

But…

No.

That was…amusing.

NO IT WASN’T

It wasn’t funny. IT WAS HILARIOUS!

You have to admit it Bella.

I happen to be afraid of chipmunks!!

That’s what made it funny…

I’ve eaten chipmunk before. Waaay to many nuts in the diet.

Rosalie!

Rose!

EEEEEWWWW. But… IT HAD SHARP DAGGER TEETH!

It was eating a peanut.

WITH IT’S DAGGER TEETH!!

She’s genuinely terrified.

Am I the only one who missed this happening?

Apparently…

Well, we were outside, and Bella had a bag of peanuts. She couldn’t get them open, so she gave them to me. I did that popping thing, where you push all the air to one side to open it, and it opened, sending peanuts flying. Eventually, a chipmunk comes out, and Bella, who was on the ground scooping the nuts up-

They was dying! I had to save them! RESCUE HEROS GO!!

Let me finish! So she starts rolling around and screaming “Mutant gonna eat me!!” That’s it.

Wow.

It coulda eaten me…

You’re ten times it’s size….

Still. It’s got little claws, and teeth, and… ugg…

Well, there’s the bell.

BAGELS!!

Trig.

Eddy-Poo…

Mmhmm?

I’m scared…

Of what?

My wallet…

It’s scary!!

Ok, I’ll bite. Why?

You’ll BITE?

You know what I mean. Why are you afraid of your wallet?

THE MONEY IS GUNNA EAT MEH!!

Oh really?

Ya

You think your money is going to “eat” you, so you complain to a vampire.

Pretty much…

Your money is not going to eat you.

Prove it!

Has it eaten you before?

Yus!

-She holds up a cut on her finger that looks strangely like a paper cut…-

That’s a paper cut, love.

NOOOOO! ITSA MONEY BITE!! SAVE MEH EDDY-POO!!

I’ve got a brilliant way to “save” you.

REALLY??

Let me buy everything!

NEVA!

Why not?

Cause.

How do you suggest we save you then?

Save her from what?

The money eating me!

-She shoves the still bleeding paper cut in Alice’s face, not realizing her eyes were black.-

Didn’t need the proximity, Bella.

You stop thinking about that RIGHT NOW!

Sheesh, ya don’t have to growl.

SSSHHH EDDY POO!

Bella?

Ya?

WE’RE BFFECWAASSH’s!

Bffecwaassh?

Best Friends For Eternity Cause We’re Awesome And Stuff So Ha!

NOW, WE MUST BECOME NINJA’S AND HUNT IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT!

Why?

To save me from Fred!

Who is Fred?

MY MONEY DUH!!

You named your money?

Only the evil ones…

Wow.

He’s just jealous cause he doesn’t have a Bffecwaassh!

HO HO HO! NINJAS AHOY!!

What the heck is that? A pirate ninja Santa??

Awsome idea Eddy-Poo! Now, TO ZEE MALL!!

Alice?

Bella?

You said that out loud.

Your point being?

We’re in the middle of class, and now everyone is staring at us…

Woops…

Blah blah blah. No one cares!!

Huh?

Mr. Banner. I don’t care! PFFT!!

Oh my…

What?

Are you listening? He just gave us a first grade type assignment. We have to make a model… with popsicle sticks! And paint, and glitter! He just wants us busy so he can collect his pay without working…

Wow…

OMG! EDWARD! LOOK OUT THE WINDOW!

What the… ALICE!

I’M SOOOOO SORRY!! I WASN’T WATCHING!

WHAT DO WE DO NOW?

EDWARD!!I DUNNO!!

ALICE!! YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THIS!

BELLA! What are you two freaking out about?

What are we wearing, Bella?

T-shirts and shorts…

And what’s the sky like outside?

Clear and sunny…

And what do vampires do in the sun?

Sparkle

And what are we?

Vampires.

So, you see our problem.

OH….. Weeelll….there is always….

Why are you looking.. oh no! nonononononono!! No way!

It would work….

Crap. Fine, go get the glitter.

-Later that day, after the Cullens were safely home-

Why the hell are you three covered in glitter??

The sun is out, we’re in shorts and T-shirts. Do the math.

I can’t believe you had to do that…

I DID TOO! RAWR! I’M A VAMPIRE!

It was thoroughly embarrassing. Bella “fell” onto the table, waving her arms around, sending glitter flying. And we had to purposely sit within range… ugg.

RAWR! I WANNA GO EAT AN IRRITATED GRIZZLY!!

No.

That’s my thing!!

Well, looks like Alice needs to keep a better eye out.

WHAT BOUT ME? I WANNA EAT BLOOD!

NO. That’s final.

Fine. Pfft, overprotective vampire.

You are!!

Whatever.

OH! And Eddy-Poo?

Yes?

I’M A VAMPIRE BAGEL!!

Do you know what the most awesome invention, like, EVER is?

What?

SPORKS!

Uh…

They’re like, cool, and… stuff.

Why?

They’re spoons and forks mixed together!!

Oh.

OMG! I JUST GOT IT! FORKS! A EATING UTENSIL, AND A TOWN!!

You just realized that now?

Meh-be…

Right. Is there a reason you’re obsessed with sporks today?

Do you pay attention during lunch?

No.

Well, Jessica was using one today.

Huh.

Do ya know what’s even better than sporks??

Do I want to know?

THAT AIR FRESHINER THAT SQUIRTS AUTOMATICLLY! I MEAN, IT’S LIKE IT HAS A BRAIN!!

Hmm.

BUY ME ONE EDDY-POO!

Ok then…

ONE THAT’S VAMPIRE SCENTED!

I don’t think those are on the market just yet…

Aww….

Ok. Wanna go buy a normal one?

OK!!

Swan residence

I WANNA HOT DOG EDDY-POO!

I’ll give you a hot dog… throw the mutt in the oven….

BEHAVE!!

Pfft.

GO MAKE ME A HOT DOG! ONE I CAN EAT!!

Fine.

-He makes her a hot dog. Once it’s done, she stares blankly at the hot dog.-

What?

IT GOT NO KETCHUP!!

Sooooo?

GET ME KETCHUP!!

Get up and get it for yourself… why do you want ketchup anyway?

It looks like bloooooooddddd…..

-He rolls his eyes and gets the ketchup.-

Here.

WEEEE!!

Huh.

BEWARRRREEEE!!

-She opens the ketchup, and points it threateningly at Eddy-poo.-

You wouldn’t dare…

Try me!!

Hey guys!

EMMETT! LOOK OUT!

-Bella squirts him with ketchup.-

BELLA!

-Charlie walks in-

What’s going on here? Wait, why am I writing notes?

BWAHAHAHAHA!

-Bella squirts Charlie with ketchup-

Wow.

-By this time, everyone expect Bella and Edward are covered in ketchup. Bella is smiling wickedly.-

Yo yo yo!

Jacob??

Mutt??

HOT DOG!!

Was up dudes??

KETCHUP!!

-Bella squirts him-

AAAAAA!!

Phew. I’m clean.

-Bella turns, and squeezes the bottle, but all that comes out is a large farting noise.-

OUTTA AMO!! RETREAT!! RETREAT!!

-Bella run out of the room screaming, leaving two vampires, a werewolf and a human soaked in ketchup-

This is what I get for making her a hot dog.

The Volvo. (Bella is driving, don’t ask me why) Jacob-Bold, Italics, underline

GOIN ON A ROOOOOAAAAADDDD TTTRRRIIIPPP!!

Do you HAVE to sing?

YUS!

Ohmigee…look. The mutt…he’s….

IN A DIAPER!?

On top of his pants…..

WOW.

GET A PICTURE OF THIS!!

Where do you suppose we get a camera?

HERE!!

-Bella holds up a pink disposable Dora camera.-

Alice, you take the picture.

Ok.

HERE YA GO!!

-Jacob looks over, and spotting the Volvo, blushes a thousand shades of red-

IT WAS A BET, OK?

How’d you get the paper??

I have my connections

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

What??

How would you feel if, the paper got a hold of this?

!!

How would you feel if he wore the diaper of his own accord?

STAY OUTTA MY HEAD!!

WHAT?? My best friend wears diapers??

I thought I was your BFFECWAASSH!!

No, he’s my UWBFCY!

Ohh….

Uwbfcy?

Ugly werewolf best friend cause ya.

!!

Ha, you’re ugly mutt!!

LEECH!

DOG!!

PARASITE!!

CANINE!

VAMPIRE!

WEREWOLF!

CHARILE!!

Huh?

Wha??

You guys were shouting the names out loud, and Charlie’s over there gaping.

Oh crap….

HE STARTED IT!!

Charlie pulls out a camera. “Say cheese!”-

What the….??

Wow…

Huh?

What does he think he’s doing??

Hey, yo!

Aren’t you a little old to be playing dress up, Newton?

Oh ha ha! So, Bella. Like the hair? Very…y’know, rebel like?

IT’S GREEN! AND POINTY!!

Duh. It’s a Mohawk.

HA! Nice one, Emm.

What? Emmett, what did you do??

NOTHING, I SWEAR!

He told Newton you liked “rebels”

!!

You… you don’t?

NO!

But…my hair…

Emmett!

I see a very painful future for Emmett.

Ha! He’s got that right! Edddyyyyy-Ppppoooo!!

Yes?

Beat Emmett up for me?

Gladly.

Well, what the heck do I do now? I HAVE GREEN HAIR!

That’s your problem, Newton.

Can I eat it?

No.

But…

Why would you want to eat it?

It smells good…

So do you.

!!

Kidding, love.

I’m eating it.

More like drinking.

EWWW!! IT TASTES LIKE…GROSSNESS!

Why did you let me eat lotion??

It smells good”

NOW I’M GUNNA GET SICK AND PUKE AND GO DIE IN A HOLE!!

Why in a hole?

CHICKEN!!

How does that explain anything whatsoever?

Because, the chicken will find the bagel, forcing the kumquat to hide under the sofa, at which point the hats will do an Irish step dance, which will frighten the ice cream enough to propel the cheese from the fridge, making the chicken run away, dragging me with it, into the hole. Got it?

No. How do the hats do an Irish step dance without legs?

The hats will grow legs after the t-rex finishes climbing the tree, which will scare the cantaloupe, causing it to-

Ok, I get it.

Fine. But, in the end, always remember that lemons can beat fire extinguishers anytime, anywhere.

Sleep. Now.

Cullen house

Eddy poo?

Yes?

I hate Alice.

What happened?

She bought me a boomerang.

Oh lord.

So me and Emmett were playing with it, trying to get it to each other before it came back for us-

You played catch with Emmett??

Yes, but that’s not the point.

Then what is?

PINK WATERMELON!

Huh?

We went into a watermelon field. I threw the boomerang, and then it tried to eat me-

You mean it came back?

Yes. So I ran away, tripping over the watermelon-

Of course.

LET ME FINISH! So I trip and my head crashes through a watermelon. So, in the end, we have learned thing are never like they are on the outside.

You mean, “Appearances can be deceiving”?

That too.

Wait, how did you get that from falling into a watermelon?

It’s green inside, pink outside!

You mean pink inside, and green outside?

Meh-be….

The moral of the story is don’t play catch with Emmett, using a boomerang, in a watermelon field, especially if you’re a danger magnet.

You are like so… wrong and stuff.

Cullen House

I WILL kill her for this.

For what?

Giving you that.

Oh, but I a mousey now!!

No, you are a helium filled human now.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

Mice squeak, they don’t buzz.

YA THEY DO! THEY BUZZ LIKE A BEE! OMG! THE BUMBLE BRE IS BACK!

Oh no. Alice is dead.

She’s gunna steal ma voice!!

-Bella shrieks, and since she’s full of helium, she hears her “chipmunk” voice.-

TOO LATE! SHE STEALED MY VOICE!

Who stole what now?

Emmett, do me a favor and go get Alice.

I’m here. What’s the problem?

MIKE NEWTON AND THE BUMBLE BRE ARE GUNNA STEAL MY TOENAILS!

What happened?

You gave her that balloon, and now… look at her. You broke her. I swear, when she goes home-

Ok, enough threats.

Bella’s fun this way!

FUN IN THE SUN! OH NO! THE SUN’S HELPING MIKE NEWTON STEAL MY BABY!

What baby?

YOUR BABY!

I have a baby?

NO! It’s the Mohawks baby!

Right.

Eddie, if you’re a vampire, why don’t chya have a cape?

Because, that’s not what real vampires look like.

Deviled eggs! ZEE SWAN OF SAITEN!

You mean the spawn of Saiten?

Rubber cats!

That’s it. I’m finding Carlisle.

Oh, boogers

. -Edward pulls Carlisle into the room, where Emmett holds Bella down so Carlisle can sedate her. Once Bella is asleep, Edward turns to Alice with a wicked glint in his eye.

I’ll give you a ten second head start.”-

Swan Residence

Three words.

I love you?

Try again.

Thank you Edward?

Nope. WHAT THE HELL!

It’s valantines day.

I’M AWARE!

I had to get you something!

THEN BE NORMAL AND GET ME FLOWERS OR CHOCOLATE!

I wanted to surprise you!

Mission accomplished! What happens if Jasper gets hungry, huh?

It’s way to small, Bella.

UGG!

Oh well. It was easier than I thought would be.

Well, my kitten now requires a name.

I don’t know!

Grizz!

Grizz? What kind of name is Grizz?

Like a grizzly. Look, if I push him on his hind legs, he looks like a grizzly.

Wow. He does.

EDDY’S A POTATO CHIP!

Huh?

SPOOF!

Let’s go show Charlie your new cat.

FIZZ! GRIZZ! LIZZ! MIZZ!

Mizz?

GIZZY GRIZZY!

Let’s go.

Cullen house.

Courtney stole it!!

Who is Courtney and what did she steal?

COURTNEY STOLE MY DIGNATY!

I don’t think you had any dignity left for her to steal.

Emmett…

Ya ya… I’m quiet now.

How did Courtney steal your dignity?

HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Alice! NO LAFFY!YOU PROMISED!!

It was funny!

NO IT WASN’T

What was or wasn’t funny?

I was trying to call Charlie from a payphone, one of the ones in a booth. Alice closed the door, and it locked. I tried to get out, by tipping around-

A hill isn’t the best place for a telephone booth…

A HILL! WHAT HILL??

LET ME FINISH! I tipped over-

Rectangles roll!

POOF! I tipped and it rolled down the hill into a lake.

I had to bail her out.

COURTNEY PUSHED ME!!

You are NEVER going with Alice anywhere again…

YAY! NO MO SHOPPING!

HEY!

You can take her shopping if I come.

HEY! Oh wow… DE JA VOUS!!

IMMA EAT YOU EDWARD!

Huh. Really.

Yup. RAWR! I STONGER THAN YOU!

Uh huh. You believe that. I’ll sit over here with sanity.

-He pokes her gently-

OWEE! SCARY EDDY!!

Right….

-She leans back a little too far and topples backward off the bench-

Scary Eddy help me up?

Woods

I HATE MIKE!

So do I.

HE POKED ME WITH A PENCIL!

Why?

I have no… -le gasp-!

What?

-Bella stops in the middle of the path and gapes at the ground-

IS A MUSHROOM!!

I see.

-They keep walking until she does it again, maybe five steps forward.-

IS A MUSHROOM!

-Later that day-

IS A MUSHROOM!

I get it!!

What do ya get?

MUSHROOMS!

Every ten seconds she stops and shouts-

IS A MUHROOM!!

Yes. We went on an hour long walk…

HAHAHAHAHA! I SAW THAT COMING!!

OMG!!

Yes?

Bella?

KAPLOOEY! IS A SQUISHED MUSHROOM!!