Adult-FanFiction.org : Books

Un Fantasma Tra Noi	By : Zenabrillatol Category: Twilight Series > Het > Bella/Jasper Views: 2028 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or make any money from this story.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
FFFFFFFF. I did something really bad, guys. I've already started writing the sequel, which is why this chapter was all delayed and junk. I really, really like said sequel. BUT that means I ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO finish this one before I post the awesome sequel so you're guaranteed to get your ending this time instead of Testament being all 'oooooh guys, I like...totally decided to rewrite it, BLEH.' I do have this story all mapped out, though. It should be ten chapters, and maybe it will have an epilogue.
I couldn't see anything through the crimson that had fogged up my vision. I knew I had reached a powerful, thoroughly draining climax and then was aware that gore had flooded my mouth; sweet and rich and more fulfilling than anything I'd ever tasted. Except for maybe…
She smelled too good to resist. Some last remnant of humanity, of rationality, screamed at me to stop but the adrenaline mixed with her maddening scent screamed louder and I tore into her throat.
'Makes choking down animal blood for so long worth it...' I or the Major, I couldn't tell anymore, interrupted.
I fastened my lips around the wound and sucked harder, as hard as I could without ripping flesh from bone. My efforts were rewarded with so much of the blood that I could barely keep up with swallowing all of it, and a far off scream so beautiful that it would haunt me forever.
Somehow, I didn't know how, I could feel her sorrow. Sorrow for herself, sorrow for her brother, but mostly sorrow for me.
My tongue darted out to retrieve what I'd missed. I let it circle the wound to lick the stray drops away from the smooth skin, but I never ceased drawing blood for more than a split second at a time.
I'd learned on the battlefield while I was still human: there's a lot more blood in a person than you'd guess by looking.
The flow started to wane and I was slowly forced to come back to reality; a wild animal coming to his senses. I was surprised to first discover that for once, I was completely physically satisfied. The burn in my throat had subsided for now and there was a fulfilled, sated feeling in my groin that I recognized as the result of a particularly strong release. I began to realize where I was: the woods, behind the girl's house. At last, I detected a faint scent of something sweet, and I felt the silk of her skin under me. Once I could really see again, I looked.
Bella. She was still pinned between my body and the broken tree, perfectly still and limp. Worst of all, she was completely silent. No pulse, no breathing, and definitely no screaming; nothing. With one last groan I withdrew from her and pulled back to look at what I had done, deciding I should inspect the damage before the realizations sank all the way in; while I was still feeling the Major's cold detachment. Before the memories started coming back.
She was paler than I thought possible for a human, even a dead one, though some color remained in her cheeks and slightly bruised lips. She must have been biting them. As I pulled farther away for a better look, her hand slipped off of my shoulder. Without thinking, I caught it and gently laid it at her side on what was left of the tree. It seemed like it would have shattered if allowed to drop. Now she was even more fragile, and I just didn't know what to think of that yet.
I killed her. I thought with a cold finality, If she were going to turn, her heart would still need to beat.
The wound on her neck wasn't as bad as I'd predicted. It glistened with my venom and I could smell that substance from deep within that bite mark. I couldn't help but admire my handiwork and all of her pale, smooth skin in this particular light. I'd fed from humans before, but it had never been quite like this. As beautiful as the sight was, my ability to feel remorse was returning. My mind, conditioned for strategy even after all these years, automatically calculated the repercussions of this. Now I just had to decide which consequences I even cared about.
First, I thought of the Cullens. I grimaced, but they would probably forgive me, if that was what I wanted. They'd apparently done the same for Emmett when he slipped up. Granted, to my knowledge he hadn't indulged quite like I had. They might even help me cover the tracks, though we'd have to leave. Had Alice seen this? Besides, I was particularly dangerous; the most skilled fighter. With human blood running through my veins again, they might consider me too dangerous to accept back, and a hopeless case for their 'vegetarian' lifestyle. They'd be right. After this, I knew I couldn't go back to hunting animals; not permanently. No, their acceptance was not necessary. But as I looked over Bella's lifeless figure, I knew I couldn't do this again. It sent painful jolts of...something through me that my calculating mind wouldn't let me process. Despite this, I was beginning to feel sane, grounded again. Alice and Esme had always said I was a gentleman deep down, and maybe they weren't completely wrong, because I suddenly felt that I should cover the poor girl. I gently lifted her body from the wreckage and searched for her clothing, but I'd ripped it to shreds. As I pulled my own clothes back on, I put my shirt on her, too. That covered her, at least.
As I handled her, I caught a faint sound coming from deep within her body. I grimaced in disbelief and lifted her to press my ear against her chest, hoping it was some activity in her heart. It wasn't, but it was just as perplexing and my brow furrowed. It was so faint that even I had to strain to hear it, but it was what I could best describe as a wet 'crawl'.
'My venom must still be moving through somehow. Almost too slowly to comprehend.'
Would that make a difference? I pulled back to look at her again but there were no outside signs that it would. Victims that were turning screamed, Carlisle being the only exception I knew of, and were still technically alive.
The newborns, held down by my soldiers, screamed and thrashed as if they were possessed. They hurt themselves on the stone floor, clawed at themselves if they weren't restrained. I was disturbed at myself; I was beginning to find it amusing.
Bella was completely void of life, and the way I held her only highlighted that. Her head lolled back and her arms hung uselessly. Her hair nearly touched the ground, though the strands still held her wonderful scent. Her deep golden brown eyes would probably never open again of their own volition. At least they were closed. She almost looked peaceful.
That horrible expression of terror was still on her face. I tried to close her eyes; to make it look as if she were sleeping but the evidence of what I'd done just wouldn't go away.
But I noticed that the decomposition process hadn't started. I'd seen, and created, enough dead humans myself to know that it began immediately and I knew all the signs too. Damn it. For once, I needed time to think. I suddenly remembered that she'd screamed and I saw that lights were beginning to shine through the windows of nearby houses, despite the fact that school and most of their jobs wouldn't start for a few more hours. I was used to making strategies, giving orders at a moment's notice but the one time I needed time, I didn't have it. I decide to make time. I did what I could, sending waves of calm and fatigue throughout the neighborhood as far as my ability could reach.
I held her in one arm effortlessly as I gathered the scraps of her clothing and tossed the shreds of the tree I'd damaged far back into the forest. I frowned disapprovingly. The damage was glaringly obvious to me, though I doubted any humans could perceive it. Stealthily, I crept across the back yard and slid the door back open silently; it didn't seem like Chief Swan had woken up. The door had been left unlocked, his car was still there, and there was no emotional or physical evidence of the panic that would be inevitable with the discovery of a missing daughter.
I followed her scent up stairs to where she'd left her still-unpacked luggage and assumed it was her bedroom. Relics from her childhood were scattered around and physical signs of her presence still lingered with varying intensities. I stepped over to her bed, tucking her under the covers and laying her on her side to cover my bite mark. The faint light that the sunrise cast through her windows could easily be taken for the cause of her paleness. It looked pretty convincing to just the eyes.
I sighed and sat down in the rocking chair across the room and watched her, listening to the barely-detectable flow of the venom. What the hell was I supposed to do? And what the hell was going on? I sighed again. Maybe I could take her to Carlisle. Even if they didn't want me back, they'd want to help this girl. They'd want to at least try to figure out what was going on, what might happen.
For a moment, Major Whitlock's strategic, cold nature won over again.
"She has a car, an old and probably faulty one." My attention was brought to a set of keys on her dresser. I was disturbed that he had noticed something I hadn't. "Take it, put her in it and wreck it somewhere. Set it on fire. With all my venom in her body, everything would go up in flames. Then we can wait for her to come back to us all over again…"
"No." I replied mentally, sternly. I had been disturbed, but not intimidated. At least he'd receded back into my mind for now. I'd have to learn to control him. Maybe I could even use him to my advantage.
The Chief's stirring from downstairs interrupted my thoughts and I growled in annoyance before I quickly stole into Bella's closet. Even after using my ability, I sensed that he had a nagging feeling that something was wrong, a worry that even he felt was irrational but couldn't ignore. He slowly made his way up the steps and to the door, opening it just a crack. I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall as I waited for his mind to be put at ease. I knew he'd no real reason to suspect anything was wrong, and though his worry did subside, he lingered.
The sentiments he exuded surprised me. It was natural for humans to love their children, but this man's feelings for Bella rivaled Esme and Carlisle's love for their adopted children. Humans shouldn't be able to feel that strongly… There was so much pride, joy, and hope, that it made me realize how much I'd robbed this man of. He'd never gotten to be a father to his own girl properly, and he thought this was his chance.
Even after he left, I stood where I was for a few minutes. I didn't want my guilt to overcome me, it was so strong. It would get his attention if I didn't get a hold of it. Finally, I grimaced and stepped out of my hiding place and walked back to Bella's side, kneeling by her bed.
I had so many questions, and no way to answer them. Without thinking, I held her again and slid into the bed with her, pulling her onto my chest and holding her close. Even in her dead weight, she was as light as a feather and though it was fading, her warmth was soothing.
Unless there was a force strong enough to stop me in this new form, I would never let go of her. I held her to my chest so I couldn't see her terrified expression, and I felt the last of her body heat fade away. I still kept her close.
Eventually, that force showed up to take her away. Eventually, I knew that all I'd be left with was dust. I didn't let go, but she slipped through my fingers. I still did not move.
I thought over every single last detail of the night; especially the emotions she stirred in her father and me, and even to some extent the coldhearted Major Whitlock. He wanted her again even as he calculated burning her remains.
Right then I knew I had to have truly lost my mind. It was faint, enough for me to dismiss it as a hallucination or a product of wishful thinking, but I could still feel that pensive, wistful mood that I'd initially sensed in her in the room with me.
- 5
- 6
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Un Fantasma Tra Noi