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 Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 2:10 pm
You're kidding right? My work is no where near as thrilling and amazing as Stephenie Meyers work. I'm just an amateur; this is my first fanfic.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 8:49 am
Chapter Eight
A Dreadful Past
Nate's POV
I always felt extremely cold whenever I thought about my past… and now I was wondering why I wasn’t now. Usually I did anything I could to keep at my usual vampire coldness. But… now remembering it, I was… warmer then usual.
Could this be because of Bella? No, that’s impossible.
Memories started flooding in the more I looked at her, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of Bella.
The worst week of my entire existence was the clearest of all my human memories; it was my last of my human memories.
"Nathanial, get your little sister and come inside!" Mom shouted. I was sick and tired of always being ordered around, I was fifteen and it was really getting annoying since she was still treating me like I was just a kid.
"Gale!" I shouted as my little sister was just about to jump into some mud.
If there was anything I loved more than anything, it was Gale. My sweet three-year-old sister who I was basically raising myself. My mother stopped being herself when dad left us which wasn't long after Gale was born, only a three months after to be exact.
I swooped Gale up and lifted her up over my head and made the swooshing sound she loved so much that always made her giggle.
When we got inside I put Gale in her playpen and started making some macaroni&cheese for dinner since mom doesn't cook anymore; all she practically does is drink.
After dinner and after I had put Gale to bed I went to do my homework. High school is such a drag. I always think. But I'll have to go through it in order to get a good paying job so I can move away from mom and take care of Gale.
I went to bed soon after my homework was done and I had taken a shower. I didn't even bother to say good night to mom anymore, it was kinda like my mom was dead and there was just someone else in her body, someone who didn't know what the hell they were doing.
I got up the next morning and did everything as I normally did. For some reason today seemed… odd. Like when you know something horrible is going to happen, but you actually want it to.
I was hoping that maybe it would be something would happen to mom and Gale and I would be taken into some other family’s home and loved there, unlike what should be ‘home’ for my mothers two children.
Gale was starting to understand the concept of getting dressed before you leave the house. She had picked out a pink and yellow striped spaghetti strap dress that went to her knees. She could make just about anything look cute, even if she was covered in mud, which would have happened already had I unlocked the front door.
“Nate.” Gale said pulling at my leg. “Nate, leth go, Jill wanth to get to the day care thenter really thoon.” She couldn’t pronounce her S’s yet, but I knew what she meant.
Jill was Gale’s imaginary friend. I put my pencil down from my drawing, grabbed my back pack and everything else that would just end up getting shoved in the bottom of my locker, and headed outside.
Right as we were down the steps I picked Gale up and threw her over my shoulder.
“NO! Put me down!” She laughed.
“Not a chance, Gale. I know what you’re thinking.” It’s not like I could read minds or anything, but Gale just always wanted to get all covered in mud, and there was no way I was dropping her off looking like my mother was the one who actually raised her.
I dropped my little sister off at the daycare that wasn’t far from our house that belonged to a woman and her husband that used to be best friends with my dad.
“Good morning, Nathanial.” Mrs. Thomas said.
“Good morning, Mrs. Thomas.” I nodded as Gale and ‘Jill’ ran through the gates of the front yard to the daycare. “I’ll be here to pick her up soon after school get’s out.” A sympathetic look spread across her face.
“Nathanial, you really shouldn’t be having to do all of the… parenting for Gale.” She started rambling on-and-on on how I should join some school clubs or the town theater program and design their costumes since I was so good at that whenever she needed something for the kids that wanted to play dress-up. I really liked to design and make costumes, just before we left, that’s what I had been doing.
When she finally stopped talking I told her that I ought to be getting to school by now and that I was probably going to be late as it is. She told me that she was sorry for keeping me so long and let me leave, as she ran back inside to control the young children that were in her house this morning.
Just as I thought, the bell had already rung when I got to the school. I walked to my locker and put my stuff that I wouldn't need until later in my locker, and headed for the main office to get a tardy slip.
"Good morning, Mr. Greene, how kind of you to join us today." Mr. Burk said when I walked in to my Chemistry class. He turned back to the board and wrote a bunch of gibberish on the board while I worked on the costume design I had started this morning. Gale had been quite obsessed with the Disney Princesses lately, so I was designing a gown for her to where for Halloween this year.
Finally class ended and I walked back to my locker to put my notebook away, and started walking to gym.
"Well, well, well. Looks like the costume freak came as himself today, isn't that just so kind?" Great. Just what I needed, the school bully to attack me this early in the morning.
I walked faster, hoping that they would leave me alone.
I wasn't so big on the muscle side, but my legs could carry me faster then most of the kids on this years track team.
"Hey, you look at me when I'm talking to you Greene!" He yelled, grabbing my shoulder with one hand and jerking me around to face him. "Someone needs a lesson on where they belong." Todd and his group started laughing.
"Leave him alone, Todd." Said Jaci, the most gorgeous girl in school.
"Oh, uh, sure. We weren't going to hurt him or anything, I was just... uh..." Todd tried to think of a good lie.
"Saying hello!" One of his group shouted from the back.
"Oh... uh, yeah, we were just saying hello to our old friend Nate."
"Whatever, just go." She said and they all scurried off, each of their faces red with embarrassment. She turned to me. "Why are they always bullying you? I mean, did you get into a fight with them a long time ago or what?"
"No, I don't recall ever doing anything to them that would make them hate me."
"Oh. Well, I need to get to class... sit with me at lunch?" She smiled.
"Sure." I said, as she started to turn away and looked back at me.
"Cool, see you then!" And with that, we headed off to our classes.
Gym dragged on as we played a game of soccer and everyone kept the ball away from me as usual, just how I liked it.
Finally gym was over and I went to the cafeteria. Jaci was sitting at a two person table and waved to me when she saw I had purchased my lunch.
I sat down across from her, wondering why she was watching me so attentively. “What?” I asked, after I figured she wasn’t going to say anything first.
“Nothing… actually, I was just trying to find a reason as to why the other guys are so cruel to you…” At the end of her sentence I could have sworn she added, ‘and I think I found one reason.’ But I didn’t say anything else on the subject.
“So, I heard you’re the one designing the costumes for this years musical.” She said, playing with a strand of her golden hair that was left out of her ponytail.
“Yeah, I am. What about it?” I asked, not very many people even paid attention to the theatre class.
“I’m going to be in it.” She said, and for some reason she blushed.
“Cool. What part?” Her blush deepened. I really did want to know, I never paid attention to the casting, just my costumes I was working on.
“Eponine. I even going to dye my hair when it gets closer to the performance so I match the part better.” She smiled and her blush was fading away.
We talked more about the play—Les Miserables—and the costumes. When the bell rang, I almost didn’t want to leave.
“So, you think you might want to go out to a movie or something with me sometime?” She asked.
Today was simply amazing. Not once in my life had a girl asked me out, and when I asked them out, they usually already had boyfriends. Sure there was a little relationship thing that I had in kindergarten with a girl who was my best friend and then she moved from here to California .
“Uh, yeah, sure. That’d be cool.” I said, still dumbfounded that the girl that almost all of the guys at our school wanted to go out with was asking me out. Me. Of all people, she asked me out.
“Awesome. We’ll work out the details tomorrow, okay?”
“Alright.” I said as I opened my locker. She kissed me on the cheek.
“No interaction on school grounds, Mr. Greene , Miss. Peterson.” Mr. Burk said in a monotone as he walked by. She laughed and started to walk away, and then turned around again.
”See you at lunch tomorrow!” She grinned from ear-to-ear and continued her walk to French.
When I got to my studio art class, there was still two minutes before the bell was going to ring.
Mrs. Juneau walked over to where I had just sat my stuff down. “Nathaniel,” she said in an awed tone, “I heard that you are designing the costumes for this years play; Les Miserables!” I nodded.
“Yeah, what about it?” She looked at me like I was insane.
“I was just coming over here to congratulate you, well, congrats!”
The rest of school was a drag, but at least Todd and his gang didn’t bother me again… for today.
The evening passed by as usual, I picked Gale up from Mrs. Thomas’ after school let out, brought her home, made dinner, got her ready for bed, put her to bed, and then started working more on Gales Halloween costume.
I woke up to hear crying, I had fallen asleep at my desk while I had been sketching in the colors.
”God damn it, Nathan! Take better care of your sister!” I looked at my clock. Oh s**t. School had started half-an-hour ago, and my alarm was unplugged on the floor.
I hurried and got Gale ready for the day, and told her that we would just have a bigger dinner since there was no time for breakfast. She agreed, but only if we could have cake afterwards. I ran her to the daycare and today, Mrs. Thomas didn’t even bother talking to me since she saw I was in such a rush.
I was about a block or two away from the school when I finally ran out of breath. s**t, s**t, s**t! I thought as I put my hands on my knees to take a break. I heard the squealing of tires and the whooping of a police car getting closer and closer. Great. I’m not 16, so they’re going to think I was playing hooky. Just what I need on my permanent record.
Surprisingly, the police cruiser passed right by me… followed by an ambulance. They were heading up a hill that led to only one neighborhood… mine.
The only people that stayed home during the day there, though, was my mother and Mrs. Thomas who watched practically all the kids who weren’t in school yet in our small little town.
I was starting to fear for Gale’s safety. I would have to apologize to Jaci tomorrow for not showing up at lunch. Oh, the thought of Jaci. To think that it was only yesterday she had kissed me.
I stopped when I saw where the police were heading. Mrs. Thomas’s. Oh god, oh god, oh god…
I nearly fell over when I figured out why they were there. In front of the house lay about seventeen bodies of little children scattered throughout the yard. If Gale was one of those bodies… let’s just say I’d disappear and never be seen by anyone again.
Despite the few weak police who tried to stop me, I ran through the front door to find Gale. I called her name a few times, but not once did I get a reply.
Blood was everywhere. What had happened? Was there some murderer in town? Oh no, no, no… this couldn’t be happening. I have to wake up. No, this can’t be.
“Thtop it Jill! Leave me alone!” I heard the scream and I knew Gale was still alive. She screamed again, but this time, no words, just a blood curdling shriek.
I ran in the direction of her voice and it led me to the kitchen. Over by the sink stood the most breathtaking woman I had ever seen. She looked about my age, a little older maybe. Her hair was an ebony color and fell just below her shoulders. She was extremely pale, palest person I had seen in my entire life, in fact. What surprised me most were her eyes… they were a very dark red. But that was the only weird thing about her. She had a very odd… presence. Like, it made me know I shouldn’t be here.
“You know, it’s rather rude to stare.” She said, her voice was even more amazing then the way she looked. Okay, so, now, along with a murderer in town, there was a model, too.
“S-sorry.” I said quietly, and then remembered why I was in here. “Gale?” I called again, hoping that since I had heard her scream before, she would still be alive, but it had been almost ten minutes since I heard her.
“Don’t bother.” The perfect woman said in a bitter tone.
”What?”
“I said, don’t bother. She’s dead. She tasted rather delicious, though. Your blood doesn’t smell half as enticing as hers did, but at least it’s something.” She lunged at me, and I grabbed the closest thing to me on the counter; a steak knife.
I fell backwards, but the knife was no longer in my hand, nothing was pinning me down, so I looked up. The knife was sticking out of an eye on the floor. The woman was shrieking inaudibly, I could tell. She had said something about my blood, and Gales, too. What had she meant by that?
I picked up Gale’s limp body and ran from the house, hoping I wouldn’t be followed. The police pointed their guns at me, but then they saw Gale, and they all put their weapons down. They bombarded me with questions, most of which I couldn’t answer. They took me to the local clinic in one ambulance, but they kept Gale with them. I argued about that, but in the end, they won.
Nothing was wrong with me, the doctor said, so the police drove me home, to get a different shirt, since the one I was wearing was covered in my sisters blood, and then to school, not bothering to ask me why I wasn’t there in the first place.
“What happened to her?” I asked the police man who was driving. He didn’t say anything in reply. “Is my sister dead?” I asked with quite a bit of tone in my voice.
“Was that the girl you were carrying?” This wasn’t heading where I wanted it too, I could tell that.
He looked in the rear-view mirror. I nodded.
“I’m sorry…” He trailed off, and kept apologizing until we arrived at the school.
It was still Lunch, so I bought mine and went to an empty table and sat down. I didn’t eat it though. How could I? My sister was dead. Dead. I wouldn’t ever see my sister again. The only one in the world that met anything to me. She was dead. I thought about running away now, since Gale was dead. There was no reason for me to stay with my mother. She hated me, but she had only disliked Gale. Why did dad have to leave my mother for another woman? It just wasn’t fair. Maybe if he had never left, Gale wouldn’t have ever had to go to that stupid daycare, and she would still be alive. Maybe if he hadn’t left, I wouldn’t be so hated at my school.
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
This would get me no where. I had two choices; 1, run away, and 2 commit suicide.
I wasn’t brave enough to even consider the second option, so I would just have to run away and never come back. My mother wouldn’t care. She would probably be happy that I was finally out of her life.
“Hey, where were you this morning?” I looked up from my food, and there stood Jaci.
“Why the long face? Can I eat with you?” I nodded, and she sat down across from me.
“So, where were you this morning?” She asked again. Where was I this morning? I was at a house full of dead people, mostly children and my sister was among them. A tear rolled down my cheek now that I was thinking of Gale.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” She asked.
“…dead.” Was all I said.
“What? Who’s dead?!” She asked alarmed.
“Gale.”
“Who’s Gale?”
“God damn it!” I yelled and stood up. “Gale was my ******** sister! She was killed this morning, some b*****d killed a three-year-old girl!” I screamed, everyone in the cafeteria stared at me, Jaci’s face showed absolutely no expression. I ran out and decided that now was the time to run away, I didn’t ever want see any of these people again.
I ran for a long time until I was out of the town, by notebook and school supplies with me. Why had I taken them? I don’t know; it’s not like I was thinking clearly at the time.
I sat down in the grass of an open field next to the road. How could Gale be dead? How could someone kill a little girl? How could someone kill all of those children?
“Hello there.” A voice almost as amazing as the woman’s from this morning said, except for this one was a mans.
I looked up, he looked a lot like her, pale skin, and blood red eyes.
“You know, Jill can’t see as well without her right eye, but I can still see clearly, so, if you try to escape, you will fail.” I stared at him. How did he…?
“Are you going to kill me?” I asked, my voice already sounded dead. He snickered.
“In my own way, I guess.” He grinned from ear-to-ear.
I glared at him, “why did she kill all of those children and Mrs. Thomas?” I had to know, was there some old grudge that was being held against the old woman? If there was, why? Could it be revenge on something that had happened long ago?
“Because she was hungry.” He simply stated as if it were obvious.
“What?”
“Because. She. Was. Hungry. As I am now, but, you deserve some torture before you die. I never lose, boy. Definitely not to some mere human.” Mere human? What the hell did he mean? He wasn’t making any sense what-so-ever. The other girl ate those children? But they were all still whole when I had seen them… just… bloody. “Let me explain; me and Jill, we’re vampires.” I laughed.
“You don’t expect me to believe that, do you?” I chuckled, but then remembered my little sister. The only reason I had cared for life was for Gale. And now she was dead.
“Believe what you want.” He said and lunged for me, pinning me to the grass beneath me. “As much as I want to drink you dry, I’m just going to make you endure the most pain you will ever go through.” He said harshly, and bit my neck. I yelped in pain and his body shook with laughter. A burning sensation started to spread out from where he bit me. The pain was unbearable, I would have rather killed myself than have this guy do it.
Everything started to fade and twist… was this death?
I woke in a forest clearing, screaming and shouting in pain. I felt as if my entire body was on fire, a fire that would never go out. This had to be Hell… is that what you get when you take care of your sister for years? Get sent to Hell? My life is the worst life in the history of terrible lives. I kept thinking as I went through the pain.
The pain finally subsided a few days later, and for some reason, I was kind of upset about it. I now actually felt alive again… but I wanted to be dead. Dead damn it! Gale was dead, so I should be dead, too!
It wasn’t fair… my life had to be the worst among every other living hell. I couldn’t go home because I now had no home.
There was a burning sensation in the back of my throat and for some reason I felt that I should head back to town… so I did.
I stopped, I shut down everything in my mind. Nothing had been worse then losing Gale, but killing the majority of the people in the town when I had first been changed had been absolutely horrible. I know I deserve to die… but, just like I was back then, I’m to big of a coward to let that happen. Not to mention that as a vampire it harder to achieve death.
I continued on working on my drawing of Bella, it was going to have to be perfect in order for my plan to work.
What do you think?
Anyone like Nate? lol
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 10:34 am
OMG! Poor Nate!! Your story is getting really addicting! whee I LOVE IT!! heart heart 3nodding
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 11:04 am
Thanks, I'm glad you like it! ^.^
So sorry that it took so long to get chapter eight up...
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 5:58 am
OMG its as a ddicting as Twilight! excellent work u should be a writer plz make chapter 9 soon biggrin
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 8:41 am
Lol, for the second time, no it's not. I can't even approach Stephenie Meyer's addicting-ness, it's impossible! lol. Okay, I'm working on it now! ^.^
I really enjoyed writing about Nates past, and I'm thinking about turning that into a story all itself, what do you guys think?
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 8:58 am
it would be interesting 2 her it but dont forget bout Bella and wat happens 2 her that is interesting 2 ^ ^
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 4:14 pm
Hmm... maybe... but don't worry, I won't forget about Bella, but it's not going to be her POV until chapter ten or eleven... even though I do want to write in hers... but, first things must come first... darn it...
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 9:49 pm
haha ok I cant wait till da next chapter
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 12:32 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 9:19 am
man I want 2 read it right now. srry I can be very impatient biggrin
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 9:01 am
I'm writing as fast as I can... sorry.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 9:56 am
its okay biggrin I just cant wait whee
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 8:11 am
Chapter Nine
Tearless Cries
E POV
When the conversation with Carlisle ended, I closed my phone. This vampire knew everything about Bella, and worst of all, Alice had had a vision of him drawing Bella. I didn’t care about the history of his existence, all I cared about was that I get my Bella back, and as soon as she was, that monstrosity was going to die the most painful death, I would make it even more painful then his transformation.
He had kissed Bella earlier—I had seen it in his thoughts. But, after that, nothing came from him except, saying idiotic remarks like: Hey, Edward, I’ve got your girl, and I’m not going to give her back. And stuff like, I’m blocking you from my thoughts, what are you going to do now? It just made me want to kill him all the more. This guy was such an idiot, provoke the enemy! Not such a smart idea, especially when the enemy has more vampires on his side.
Images of Bella asleep started flowing into my mind through his. She was so beautiful, and the fact that if I tried to get her back, and she might get hurt because of it, nearly killed me.
Why did Bella have to attract so much danger in her life? It seemed impossible for her to go a week without getting hurt.
Hours passed and finally Carlisle and the others arrived, waiting for them had been like rubbing salt in an open wound for a human to me. Except, worse. Much worse.
“Edward?” Esme called, when she found me—In what I thought might have been a living room a very long time ago when a family lived here—she ran an embraced me, tighter then she ever had before.
“We’ll get her back, Edward, no one messes with my little sister.” Emmett said, while Rosalie was looking anywhere but me. I knew she didn’t hate Bella, she just… didn’t want this life for her, and neither did I. But still, Rosalie didn’t understand me.
Sometimes she would lash out at me and say something along the lines of; “God damn it, Edward! Quit your sulking, if you don’t change her, she’ll die. And if you go ahead and try to kill yourself again, then you’ve got another thing coming for you!”
Images of Bella were popping into Alice’s mind very quickly, I knew she had to be having a vision, I mean, it was obvious since Jasper was holding her in his arms, trying to keep her from falling.
After what seemed like hours, the vision ended. Alice’s visions never really made much sense to me, so I had to ask her what it was about, but Carlisle beat me to the punch.
“Alice, what is it? What have you seen?” Alice looked over to me with a sad expression on her face, she would have been crying if she were human. I almost didn’t want to look into her thoughts.
Almost.
In her thoughts, Bella stood over me with a menacing look on her face, but… Bella was sobbing for me to come back right next to me… No. This couldn’t be… it had to be, though. This was what that scoundrel was planning! He’s drawing Bella and then he’s going to use her appearance to fool me; who would hurt an angel?
Him. He would hurt Bella, and this was probably the best way to hurt her, hurting me. I still didn’t like it one bit that Bella would die for me; for anyone in my family, even if it was just to not get caught or something, she was ready to throw it all away. Alice was explaining her vision through choked—tearless—sobs. When she was finished Carlisle shared his plan.
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Sorry, I know it's really short, but the next chapter is going to be longer, I promise!!!!
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