"Don't like me, I'm a dick"

A/N: Look! I did finish before New Moon! Well me anyways. Some of you [depending where you live] have probably already seen it. This is 6,027 words, but most of it's dialogue.
 
If you haven't read any previous chapters I suggest you read what you've missed:
http://www.polyvore.com/black_winged_angel_twilight_fanfic/collection?id=237436
 
As I was rereading this chapter I realized that it moves kind of fast, but I'm hoping it's just me.
 
Edward's ability isn't mind reading by the way. I felt that if it was, it would have given away a few things and other parts of the story would be pointless. So, I thought of something else, inspired by another Twilight fanfic.
 
Chapter Five
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If I was dead, then why was I hurting so much? I thought death was a way to escape the pain life had brought on.
 
There was a bone crushing blow to my chest every few seconds. In between each blow a gust of unanticipated air flowed into my lungs. It felt like when I was a kid and I’d act like a dog by sticking my head out the window of the car while mom drove. But there was so much wind pushing its way through my mouth and nostrils, too much air for me to take in all at once.
 
Unclear, monotonous voices spoke all around me, enveloping me as I stayed in outer darkness. There was no distinct voice that stood out from the rest. Each tone sent a wave of dark colors that reverberated off invisible walls. Soon enough my black abyss was a streaked with gloomy indigo colors, a painting of a broken bridge that hung overhead and a forest filled with shadows came into view—a painting mom would have done. It was when another round of punching at my chest that my eyes popped open and a rush of water came spewing out of my mouth. I started coughing it all up mechanically and took deep breaths of much needed air. It felt like forever ago since my last breath of fresh air.
 
Covering a hand over my heart, I felt it turn from an uncontrollable flutter to beating rhythmically. My clothes were soaked and freezing me to the bone. I realized that the paintballing vest I had been wearing was lying next to me, the front completely torn as if some kind of animal had slashed right down the middle with claws.
 
In my peripheral view I caught a glimpse of a pale white form that I hadn’t realized was standing near me move away quickly. So quickly, in fact, that I couldn’t be quite sure if what I thought I saw really happened. Nonetheless, my head immediately snapped up in the direction of the movement. My eyes quickly adjusted to the dark and I was met with the sight of a man.
 
His tall figure stood in the midst of a creek that snaked back into the forest behind him. My eyes slowly traveled from his bare feet up to the heap of soaking wet hair on top of his head. He wore a pair of black slacks making bottom half blend in with the night. The moonlight from somewhere behind shined through the thicket of treetops and hit him like a spotlight. His bare chest glistened due to the tiny water droplets clinging to him. I couldn’t be sure if it was just the poor lighting or if he truly was naturally insanely pale, sickly pale. His pasty skin a perfect contrast with his dark pants.
 
The man’s lanky build was something of a Greek sculpture. Well defined muscles but nothing too prominent and unnatural. A soft trail of dark hair ran down from his navel and was lost behind the top of his pants. To go with the perfect body was a perfectly sculpted face. Strong and pointed jaw line, impeccable bone structure with lips looking as smooth as marble. Tiny droplets of water ran from the mop of hair down along his face, gleaming in faint light. But it wasn’t his inhuman beauty, his perfection that made me catch my breath. It was his eyes.

Even in this dim light, his eyes stood out more to me than anything else about him, which was saying a lot. They were a deep red, almost like blood.
 
“Jesus Christ,” I gasped quietly as I gathered strength to carry my lifeless body away, but only to hit some sort of barrier. I looked around me for the first time since I woke up. What I thought had been a painting within my mind was no painting at all but the actual setting around me. I was snuggled within the underbrush of the forest, the small creek flowing steadily past my feet. My back was resting up against the corner of a brick wall of an old, low arched bridge, my body tucked safely underneath.
 
To my surprise, the man—he couldn’t possibly be any older than me, though—smiled alluringly at me. Just the sight of it made me a little light headed. I couldn’t help but think of how predatory that smile was.
 
There was something about this guy. Something familiar, but I couldn’t seem to rack my brain for whom. My mind was instantly blocked, a steel barrier resting between myself and my memories. I tried with all my might to push against that wall even though it was pointless. I just knew that if I didn’t figure it out soon, it would only bug the shit out of me until otherwise.
 
“Sorry, no,” he spoke, his perfect set of lips forming such simple words but sounded so much like an angel. “Although, I have been told that my resemblance to him is uncanny. But I’m sure Christ would have been a tad offended by your accusation. In fact, he’d rather have me burn slowly in the pits of hell as retribution for all the wrong I’ve done in my life. Not that his brother would mind having me back so soon.”
 
He walked with such grace and crouched down before me, so close that I could have reached out to sweep his wet locks of hair away from his face. His crimson eyes held a look of such wonder and fascination as he masked all other expressions he had just a few seconds ago with a more bleak and serious one. “What makes you so different?” He asked slowly, most likely asking himself than me.
 
He was so unbelievably beautiful that it physically hurt to look at him. Or maybe it was because I was sitting on a pile of rocks, its sharp edges digging into my ass. Great, my body is going to give me hell tomorrow.
 
I couldn’t wrap my head around any sort of conclusion as to what this guy would be doing here, shirtless and barefoot in forty degree weather, cracking jokes as his blood filled eyes looked at me quizzically. The worst part of it all seemed to be that I couldn’t even find my voice. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. Scream? Thank him? Ask him who the hell he is? Ask what he is? The rational side of me was afraid and told me to run, as I knew the rest of me should have wanted. But for some inexplicable reason, the other half of me wanted to stay near him, talk to him, anything!
 
Rain from the pitch black sky overhead started pouring down on us. The once clear skies with the full moon shining brightly down upon us were now clouded with a quick flash of lightning tearing across the sky. A few seconds later a loud, but low, rumble echoed all around us. The wind started blowing wildly, making me feel like I was back in the river with the thousands of tiny needles poking at me.
 
“I know my good looks has got you all choked up, but this is ridiculous. I’m beginning to think you may have hit you’re head a little hard on those rocks and somehow damaged you’re ability to speak. Or perhaps you’re just retarded now. How many fingers am I holding up?” The serious mask was removed and replaced with a somewhat amused expression as he held up four long, slender fingers.
 
Oh, I see. He was just another cocky dickhead ready to make me feel about two inches tall. Great. I felt as my shocked and frightened expression slip away into a stern one.
 
I slapped his fingers away from my face, irritated by his haughtiness. “Who hell are you!”
 
He didn’t answer, but instead simply smiled, showing his perfect set of teeth.
 
“Bella!” A voice rang out. The familiarity of the voice was more than comforting at that very moment. Emmett. My head impulsively turned in the direction of his voice as I pushed myself up onto my feet with great effort. I was still pretty weary from my near death experience. Who knew drowning took so much energy, I thought sarcastically. Emmett called out again but as I took a step in the direction of his calls, I glanced back at the mysterious guy. Without a single sound in his wake, he had already gone.
 
What the hell is going on with me?
 
“What the fuck happened to you?” Emmett yelled as I approached him after racing through the pouring rain. He was still wearing his damn Halloween costume, but then again, I probably haven’t been gone as long as I thought I have. Were they expecting to still go to the party? Emmett looked over me with wide worried eyes as he took in my drenched appearance. He quickly slung an arm over my shoulder and pulled me close to his somewhat warm body once he saw me shiver like mad.

“Fuck, Bella. What did you do? Fall into the river?” I don’t think he was expecting me to say ‘yes’ but still nodded in reply. “Jesus, Bells. Knowing the way you are, I should’ve stuck with you. Can’t even be left alone for five minutes before getting into some kind of danger. Shit, man. You’re okay though, right?”
 
“I’m f-f-fine,” I quietly stuttered. My teeth were chattering so hard together my jaw was starting to ache. “Just need to ch-ch-change into some w-w-w-w-warm, dry clothes.” And that’s just what I did. We reached camp and everyone looked at me with a mix of shocked and worried expression on each one of their faces. Well, almost everyone, I could tell Jessica was trying to smother her laughter by coughing.
 
They all agreed that because of my mishap, they would all stay at camp instead of going to the Halloween party. I didn’t want their fun to be ruined because of my stupidity. I assured them that I was fine and I was going to head to bed for the night anyway. Emmett was willing to stay behind with me though. Honestly, I was hoping he’d stay with me. I don’t know how I would act if I was left alone. I also ended up apologizing to Ben before him and the rest of them left about his gun and vest. He wasn’t angry, I didn’t think he’d be, but I could see a look of disappointment flashing across his face.
 
Our last night camping Emmett and I spent it talking like any other time we hung out together. He didn’t ask about what specifically happened and I was glad he didn’t. What would I say? I was chased by a crazed wolf, fell into the river, got torn up from being dragged across rocks thanks to the current, and possibly saved by some insane guy who may possibly live in the forest. Somehow, all of that didn’t seem plausible. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever really tell Emmett what had happened. It just seemed too weird. Then again, this whole weekend has been filled with weird
 

 

“Hey hun! How was your trip?” Mom greeted me by the front door. It was Sunday afternoon and Emmett already made plans for us not two minutes after leaving the camp site. Another night at Portal to make up for missing the Halloween party. Damn.
 
“Uh, yeah. It was good. We had a lot of fun.” Hopefully she couldn’t see the partial lie with that statement. We did have fun. But fun stopped being fun last night when I had to ruin it. My night didn’t go so well either. Emmett was able to fall asleep faster than I was, so I was stuck lying awake, listening to every little sound that would occur from around our tent. When I did fall asleep, I thought I’d be having dreams of the beautiful man, but only to be placed back into the long corridor. I was angry with myself for even wanting to dream about him. My heart would quicken in fright every time I thought of his quick, graceful movements and bloody eyes. They way he spoke to me too also put me a little on edge. He spoke to me as if we’d known each other for a long while. As if we were old friends, not complete strangers meeting for the first time underneath a shitty old bridge at the darkest time of night after almost drowning to death. The way he was able joke was so casual. It pissed me off.
 
“Nothing happened?” Renée pushed on. The way she said it made me think she knew what had happened. But there was a hopeful pitch to it, like she didn’t want whatever she thought had happened to be true.
 
“Jeez, mom. Isn’t it possible for me to go two days without having to put myself in jeopardy?”
 
“Well, you are clumsy, it’s no secret. God knows you’re a danger magnet.” She sounded convinced that everything was truly fine and walked away.
 
Seriously, what the hell is going on with everyone lately?
 
Trudging my way up the stairs with my duffel bag, I headed straight for my room. My lovely, wonderful room that I vowed to never leave again for a wet, dreary, muddy tent. Everything was such a mess when we started packing everything up. The fact that it was raining while we tried to pack didn’t help any. Seeing my clean, dry room exactly the way I had left it made me smile with contentment.
 
I set the bag down in my beloved rocking chair since childhood, nestled in the corner. Its overused joints caused it to squeak once the bag made contact. I wasted no time in running directly for my bathroom and stripping out of my filthy clothes in record time. Throwing myself in the shower, I turned the knob until the water was as hot as it could get. The water thawed all my frozen muscles and bones. All grime washed down my body in an unappealing brown color. I spent extra time washing out my hair and making sure all little bugs, twigs and, wouldn’t you know it, more dirt, came all out. Once finished I stepped out into the moist room and reached for a fluffy white towel hanging beside me.

Wrapping one towel around my body and another in my hair, I walked over to stand in front of the fogged mirror. I debated with myself if I should wipe the mirror down to see my reflection, but I was worried about who I’d see staring back at me. I didn’t want to see that pale, lifeless girl with bruised eyes again. Skipping towards the door and stepping back into my room, I walked over to my dresser and started rummaging through the drawers for something to wear. It was when there was a quiet squeak from the corner of my room that I spun around—almost loosing the grip on the towel I had pressed closely to my chest—facing the rocking chair.
 
Nothing was there but my bag where it hadn’t moved inch. On the floor, though, next to the chair and right at my balcony doors, there was the faintest sight of footprints sunken into the plush carpet. Almost as if someone had been standing in that single spot for a while….
 
A spasm of tremors ran up and down my spine multiple times. My breathing started cutting short, coming out in shorter breaths as my eyes stayed transfixed at the engraved section of carpet, unable to look away. My mind completely zoned out, running a million miles, leaving my body behind where it stood. Fortunately, I wasn’t too far gone before a fit of barking broke through my wall of insanity. There was no use in denying it; I was going insane.
 
The blur of Jake’s brown and white furred body launched towards me. I wasn’t given enough time to block him and as a result, we both fell to the floor. He was on top of me liking the side of my face incessantly.
 
“Get off me, you dumb mutt.” I struggled with trying to sit up. Jake was pretty heavy for an average sized dog. Sometimes I wondered what exactly he ate while he was off in the woods. The smell of him was overwhelming. Too much like wet dog. With some force, I managed to shove him off me. He tumbled over to the floor but got right back on his feet immediately, taking my actions as a sign of playfulness and ready for some more.
 
“No,” I told him as his pink tongue hung out of his mouth and his dark eyes looked expectedly at me. “Jake, no. Not now. Maybe later, okay boy?” His ears fell limp, but walked to my side, waiting for me to pet him, telling him that everything was all right. So, I did so. “Love you boy. Now go away.” Looking like a lost and lonely dog, he did as I commanded. I knew that I wasn’t paying nearly enough attention to him as I used to. But he was there to comfort me at night and in the morning, the times I needed someone the most, he was right there. I’ve never been so grateful in taking in what once used to be road kill.
 
That night, as I got ready for Portal, I couldn’t keep myself from thinking about everything that had happened in the last few days. Most people lived dull ordinary lives, waiting for something exciting to happen. All I wanted was to be one of those people who lived such lives. There was no way I was going to be able to handle whatever was happening any longer. It was getting worse with each passing day. Maybe I should talk to Emmett about it….I wasn’t the only who had experienced something strange this weekend, after all. The more logical side of me told me to talk to him, my other half told me to keep it locked up inside and never speak of it or people would surely think I was insane. Emmett could think just that and, like me, possibly wouldn’t be able take it any longer—he would stop being my friend, stop caring. Mom would more than likely send me see some kind of psychiatrist….
 
Emmett picked me up in “Rosie” and we headed over to Port Angeles, an hour long drive just to get to Portal, which was one of the only clubs in the northwest’s Olympic peninsula. By the time we arrived, it was as packed as always on a weekend. The thick, muggy air engulfed us as we walked past all the moving bodies to find a table. Music was blaring out as it always did and the people danced in sync with it. The colored lights overhead danced over the tops of everyone’s heads.
 
We were able to grab a table near the back where the air didn’t feel as humid and I was able to breathe a little easier. I never will understand Emmett’s love for this place. It was disgusting.
 
“Emmett, I—I have to tell you something,” I yelled over the music, loud enough for only him to ear and no one else from the occupied tables nearby. I was nervous to tell him. What would he think? Some guy that looked to be our age managed to scoop me out of rushing water with no problem and wearing only a pair of pants in the freezing weather. Yeah, for some reason, I don’t think he’d buy it.

“Okay, shoot.”
 
“When I fell into that river, it’s not like I tripped and fell into a calm area or anything. I fell right into the current, that’s why I was so far away from camp when you found me.”
 
“God, Bella.” His face was coated with deep concern. Why did he look so…hurt? “This is all my fault. We shouldn’t have gone in the first place. I only heard about that party, supposed to be a huge bash and I really wanted to go. But I wanted you to come with me.”
 
“Emmett, no. It’s not your fault. It’s not like you pushed me. Besides, someone—wait. That’s the only reason you wanted to go? That’s the only reason you wanted to suffer a weekend with Mike and the others?” I gave out an exasperated sigh. “You’re unbelievable.”
 
“I thought it was pretty obvious that that was my reason….I’m going to get a drink,” he added quickly before hurrying away from the table like I was some sort of plague. To add to the effect he even glanced back with a worried expression, as if he had angered or unleashed the beast from within me.
 
“Well, Beelz. He’s clearly far in too deep and, evidently, you don’t want to acknowledge it. Or your ignorant and truly don’t see it.”
 
I nearly jumped three feet out of my seat as the unexpected voice spoke. My eyes swiftly traveled away from Emmett‘s retreating form to the seat across from me that was just recently vacant. Now, occupying it was the very one who made me nervous and angry with every breath I took. It probably wasn’t possible, but he looked even more beautiful than the last time I saw him. It could have just been the fact that there was more light, enough to enhance every one of his perfect features. Even his blood-red eyes.
 
“What?” I asked baffled, momentarily caught off guard.
 
“Your friend; does he know you’re not interested? Or that he’s being too subtle about how he feels?”
 
My eyebrows knitted in confusion. “I don’t—I don’t care! Who—”
 
“The hell am I?” He finished, cutting me off. “Yeah, yeah, we’ve already been through this. Let’s just call me…Craig.” He let out a small humorless laugh as if he were thinking of some bitter joke.
 
The longer I stared at him, the more absorbed I became. Not just with him, but with us in general. The people, the setting, the music—everything around us started to fall away into a familiar blackness. There was only me and him. His voice was cool, embracing me like a jacket left in the night of winter, making me shiver. Slowly, the annoying throbbing pain of a headache started to form at my temples. Déjà vu hit me like a bag full of bricks, but I couldn’t quite place where or when I could have experienced this same exact feeling.
 
“I’m going to get straight to the point,” Craig suddenly said. “I want something from you. Quickly.”
 
“Wow, you haven’t even bought me a drink yet. And we only got onto a first name basis a moment ago.”
 
“You’re funny,” he said with a genuine smile before it was wiped away and replaced with a thin line. “No, you have something I want. Something I need. Your father, more specifically, has something I need.”
 
“My father’s dead,” I informed him as I dropped my head into my hands. The headache was stretching across my forehead, making it painful to even have my eyes open. When I was young, I remember having a terrible migraine that had me in bed for hours until I finally threw up all the contents within my stomach. This was starting to feel like a repeat event. I chanced a glance up at him with difficulty and thought I could make out an apprehensive look coloring his dark eyes as he watched me writhe in my own pain.
 
“What are you doing to me?” I whispered pleadingly, dropping my head back down. There was silence, there was darkness and there was only us.
 
“Bella?” All at once, everything that faded away came crashing. The loud music, the bright, flashing colored lights, and the sweaty bodies packed like sardines on the dance floor; it all slipped back into place. Relieved beyond belief, the head-splitting migraine vanished. When I lifted my head in time for Emmett to softy call my name again, I looked across from me to find that Craig had too vanished. Like I ghost, I thought to myself. This was the second time he’s surreptitiously left unnoticed.
 
“Are you all right? Who were you talking too?”
 
Running a frustrated hand through my hair I whispered, “Nobody,” before turning to take in is alarmed expression.
 

 

The drive home was silent and slightly uncomfortable. I was angry with myself for not bringing “Craig” up. Although, it was probably best. Clearly Emmett didn’t see him sitting not two feet away from me. If I did bring up that I was seeing people hidden from everyone else’s eye buy my own, I knew I’d lose him right there. I’d be the loony ex best friend that he’d end up telling everyone at school about. Emmett was my one and only friend. I didn’t want to lose him. I loved him too much.
 
We said goodnight once he pulled into my driveway and I stood at the front door watching him drive away. I could only pray that we’ll get back into our usual comfort zone by tomorrow.
 
Rain started pouring for the seventh time that day. The raging winds were whistling past, slightly shaking the double doors that led out to my balcony. The way I was feeling was to match the current storm going on outside. My emotions were being tossed around wildly, like it was the wind throwing me in every which direction. My mind and body completely drained with my inner battles with myself.
 
Jake snuggled up to my side, his head resting on my stomach as I stroked his soft fur. We sat there until who knows when, simply staring up at the ceiling. Pulling an old quilt up to my chin, we listened to the wind die down and the rain lighten until it was only a soft pitter-patter against the roof, waiting for sleep to finally take over. Before I knew it, my eyes were welcomed with yet another dreary morning.
 
“Good morning sweetie,” Renée greeted. Must have been one of those rare days where she wasn’t needed so damn early in Port Angeles.
 
“If you say so,” I grumbled as I poured myself some coffee into a thermos so I could take it to school with me. Ah, coffee. If there was ever a world with no coffee, I couldn’t imagine how people survived. Without it, I would be less of a morning person than I already was. That’s bad, beyond zombie mode. Something no one would want to see.
 
“You have fun last night?” Mom asked as she took a bite of her poppy seed bagel.
 
I gave her a suspicious look before answering. “Yeah. Why?”
 
She deflected my question by answering it with one of her own. “How long are you going to make that poor boy suffer?”

“You mean Emmett? What do you mean?” Why was everyone saying shit like this?
 
“Oh come on Bella. You’re not that dense, are you? I think you should give him a chance. There’s a fine between being a girls best friend and giving up on her completely because they’ve waited too long for them to finally come to their senses.” She quirked an eyebrow and looked at me expectedly.

“Mom, seriously. Emmett and are just friends. I think I’d know if he felt any different about ‘us’”
 
“With you, I wouldn’t be so sure. You’re close to him. People who are that close don’t usually see what’s really boiling underneath the surface. You would have to be a third party in order to see clearly and sweetie; I’m a third party here. I see clearly and being just your friend isn’t where he wants to stay. I thought I taught you that guys always want more than what their given. Same principle applies for food. They can never have just one serving.”
 
“You’re wrong, mom. He would say something. This is Emmett we’re talking about. There’s no filtering from what he thinks to what he actually says.”
 
“Unless he knew that if there was a chance you didn’t feel the same way then it would jeopardize the friendship you already had.” Renée looked thoughtful as she spoke. It’s been years since she’s been in a relationship. I don’t think she ever really dated anyone since my dad’s death. She once told me that “getting back on the horse” was more difficult and less appealing after being kicked off and falling down hard. It was strange to hear her talk of love this way when it’s been so long since she’s had someone to love herself. I guess it never dies away.
 
“No. He’s like my brother and I’m more than likely his little sister figure. There can’t be anything more, right?”
 
“Sure. Just don’t tell him that, okay sweetie?” With that she walked down the hall towards the darkly-lit living room.

I drove to school with my mind in a complete jumble. Not only did I have the creepy Craig guy on my mind, but also Emmett. Renée gave me a lot more to think about than I would have liked. She had to be wrong about what she could see in him. There was no way Emmett felt anything more than a brother-sister kind of relationship. I never let my mind venture any further than that.
 
Because I didn’t want it to?....
 
Emmett was attractive, funny, generous, protective, and so happy-go-lucky that it was nearly impossible not to like him. He was everything that would make him a perfect boyfriend for so many girls. Why is it that I don’t think of him boyfriend material for myself? Why was I so stubborn to accept that there was the slightest possibility of Emmett and I becoming something more than just friends?
 
Something must be wrong with me.
 
I pulled into a parking space closest to the under covered area in the field where there were a few lunch tables spread about so students could go with their free time. I didn’t realize how early it still was, there were hardly any cars parked along with mine. Grabbing my bag, I jumped out of the cab and crossed to take a seat in the under covered area. The dark skies above made it look to be in the evening on a cold winter day, Street lamps were still on. A gust of wind managed to cut through my thin jacket like glass, making me shudder.
 
“You should get a decent jacket.”
 
Almost falling out of my seat, I jumped in surprise. Sitting right next me in all his beautiful glory was Craig. His hair was an attractive mess of a strange shade of bronze that I hadn’t noticed before. It was disheveled, but for some reason, it looked perfect. He was a masterpiece that Renée would make a challenge of trying to paint. He wore a dark jacket to go with his black pants. It was unbelievable how pale he was though. Paler than me, and I’ve been claimed as albino.
 
“How do you do that?” I asked with a hint of annoyance in my voice.
 
“Do what?”
 
“Appear out of thin air!”
 
“Beelz, it’s not my fault if you’re exceptionally unobservant,” he said quietly in a velvety voice— if velvet even had a sound—sounding like he didn’t have a care in the world. He sat with his back leaning against the edge of the table and his hands clasped behind his head, staring out over at the oncoming traffic in the school’s parking lot. I didn’t even try and act all discreet; I stared shamelessly at him in wonder. His eyes were like dark crimson rubies that shined into the dark.
 
After a few moments silence he returned my gaze. Damn my heart for betraying me and going into a frenzy. I had absolutely no control. “What, no twenty questions?”
 
Looking away from him, I shook my head. “I don’t know. I don’t if you’re real or only a figment of my imagination. I don’t know if in actuality I’m talking to myself….”
 
“Trust me, not even your imagination is as good as me. Besides, you’re not talking to yourself. Not at the moment at least. Others are capable of seeing me only because I’m allowing it.”
 
“What is that supposed to mean?” With each word he spoke, my curiosity grew. I was starting to crave to know who this guy was.
 
He didn’t bother answering me. I wasn’t honestly expecting him to.
 
As cars started piling up, I could spot Emmett’s jeep fighting its way past Newton to get the spot he had his eye on. I watched as he parked and climbed out. He was wearing his hideous purple sweatshirt that he knew I hated, hence why he chose to buy it. He started looking around, apparently confused that I wasn’t already at his side and walking towards the school’s entrance with him. Giving up his search, he filed along with all his other classmates he didn’t give a damn about and disappeared inside the building. I think it would be best to have some time away from him. Especially since the regrettable talk with mom that changed my outlook on him.
 
“You better head to class. The bell’s about to ring,” Craig suddenly informed me.
 
“What, are you some kind of psychic or something?”
 
“Nope. I’m sorry, that’s one ability I do not possess. However, I do happen to own a watch.” He lifted an arm and pushed down the sleeve of his jacket to reveal the silver watch wrapped around his wrist. “Thank Lucifer that I also have the ability to tell time!”
 
“You’re starting to really piss me off, you know that?”
 
“Yeah, well, it’s my job. It’s what I do best in life.” He swiftly stood up from the table, literally in the blink of an eye.
 
With his back turned to me, he started taking long strides off school grounds then stopped and turned to face me. “My name’s Edward. Not Craig.”
 
“Kind of old fashioned, don’t you think?” I couldn’t think of anything else to say, but I knew that if I didn’t, he’d be gone within seconds. I was beginning to get this unhealthy want to talk to him, to be around him.
 
“And Isabella isn’t?” He replied with a mischievous smirk curling at the end of his lips. “I’ll be seeing you later.”
 
I watched him walk away and fade away into the darkness of the gloomy dawn morning. There were so many questions I had for him, so many confused thoughts racing through my mind I don’t think he even would have an answer to. I should have found it disturbing that he knew my name, that he knew where to find me, and that he pops up out of no where like a phantom, but all those past feelings of fear were swept away with the cool morning wind. There was no doubt in my mind that he could have manipulated me in some way without fully realizing it. Using his arrogant attitude would leave me disarmed and in to thinking he was nothing more than any other douchey guy that went to this school, then swooping in with his charm to get me so relaxed. Bastard.
 
He was making it too easy to feel comfortable around him. Again, my logical side was the safest bet, telling me to stay away from him. I knew I had to, and I would. There was still a small part of him I did fear. I feared of the dark side of him. To every person, there is a dark side. That particular side may not be noticeable or dominant in any way, but it’s still there, lurking. Whoever or whatever he was, at least I knew his name was Edward.
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A/N: So? I'm actually really worried about what you guys think of this chapter.There's a lot I want to do, but I seriously have the hardest time actually writing it. So bear with me.
 
The Beelz and Craig names will be explained later. x)
 
Any guesses what his special ability is? Come on, it's okay to guess. Be specific while you're at it. x)
 
I did steal a small excerpt from page 81 of Twilight. I didn't realize it until I reread over the chapter and it sounded familiar. So the whole "appearing out of thin air" section is completely Twilight.
 
As for Edward's personality, it probably isn't obvious [knowing the way I write, it's probably no where near similar], but I was inspired by a certain blonde shadowhunter..*cough*Jace*cough* x)
 
Say, "Crimson" if you read it.
 
Oh, I most likely won't be on at all tomorrow. My friend is hanging out with me for the entire day since we're going to see New Moon together with the rest of my family. We're going in a group of eight maybe nine girls. Each and every one of us are loud and obnoxious too so whoever gets the pleasure of sitting next to us are going to absolutely love it [note the sarcasm]. x)
 
To Grissel [AGAIN], you better unblock me, woman. I try to reply to you but it says it won't allow it so my only thought is that you didn't fix it. Urgh.

If it's hard to read, the quote is:
"How much could you mean to him if he left you here unprotected."
 

Wallpaper: http://img340.imageshack.us/img340/2208/unprotected.jpg
 
I felt like doing something with Laurent because I love Edi and he doesn't seem to get enough attention. I know the big guys are the "wolves", Cullens, and Volturi, but for me, it's more Laurent and Victoria than the wolves, if that makes any sense.
I put quotation around wolves because, let's face it, they're not real werewolves. Sure shapeshifters are cool but, they ain't no Sam Merlotte.
 
I was originally going to make this a Victoria and Laurent art, but I already had this quote in mind so I just went with it.
 
The song is random, but it's what I'm listening to at the very moment. Anyone notice [of you can remember the first one] that my two sets pertaining to Laurent have Nine Inch Nails songs? How coincidental.
 
Don't be surprised if this is my last set for the week. I found out that I have yet another paper to write for English and a project I have to get started on in French. Plus a test in math and I think Science. Doesn't help knowing that New Moon is coming out Friday and all my attention will be on that, waiting for Thursday night to come around. Who else is going to a midnight showing?
I'm actually thinking that we should really talk and see who lives where so that there's even a small possibility that we could meet up with one another and watch the movie together. So if you live in Oregon and going to the Movies on TV Regal theater in Hillsboro, PM me and see what we could work out. Unless you're "Team" Jacob, then I suggest you stay far away from me during the movie....
 
OH! Haha! Remember when I said that my sister and I joked around about how cool it would be if they showed like a teaser trailer of Eclipse during the previews of New Moon? Well, I was actually told today that they're doing just that. They're [maybe, HOPEFULLY] showing a teaser for Eclipse! When I heard that I got SO excited. I REALLY want to see what this one looks like. Just watched 30 Days of Night a few days ago, so I'm hoping Slade kind of gives the movie that kind of eerie look [probably won't though]. If he does, well, at least I know for sure PiaPia and I will enjoy it. x)
I'm really hoping it's true though. If not, I'm going to be mega pissed and so disappointed.
 
I know I promised you guys [and myself] that I'd get a chapter of BWA done before the movie, but like I stated earlier, schools getting in the way of what I want to get done on my personal time.
 
For Aeris' sake [because I have a feeling I'll get yelled at if I don't] say "Survivalism" if you've read all this. x)
 
PS sorry it's a bit blurry and to Grissel [if you read this] unblock me retard! I blame your age problems. x)
 
100% Made by Elle ♪♫/SaveMe620

See full size at my DA account:
http://saveme620.deviantart.com/art/I-m-not-heartless-143167286\
 
Full song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iD-nHZI9060
 
I just finished this earlier this morning and I'm not too happy with how the coloring turned out. I had no idea exactly what I wanted to do, but I started listening to Tiny Heart and thought it was a good inspiration for this piece. I just loved the robot, so I had to use it. x)
 
Anyhow, I'd like to dedicate this to Dαrα ♥. Not only because you're a sweet and have some of my personal favorite art sets, but because you actually recommended that I did some more of these kinds of sets. Just art. No book/movie relation, just art. So, this is for you and I hope you like it!
 
I have to go really soon to go shopping for wedding shit, so I'll add credits later. x)
 

100% Made by Elle ♪♫/SaveMe620
 

Tiny Heart
Flyleaf
 
Tiny heart, stuck inside yourself
When will you open up for me?
I love you so, wanna meet you again
Before one of us must go.
 
Your lips touched every hand but mine
In the shadows you slept fine
When will you get back to me so we can rest?
 
Tiny heart, you're not by yourself
When will you recognize the beat?
Of my own heart, making your blood flow
So that your chest can rise and fall.
 
Your lips touched every hand but mine
In the shadows you slept fine.
When will you get back to me so we can rest?
 
You will never know what you have done to me
You will never know losing your love for me
You will never know a single day alone.
 
Tiny heart, stuck inside yourself
When will you open up?
 
Your lips touched every hand but mine
In the shadows you slept fine
When will you get back to me so we can rest?
 
When you choose me, I'm waiting for you.
Always waiting.

I got bored. Isn't it obvious?
 
I was tagged by the lovely Katharina [Anything1994] to give facts about myself.
 
Favourite drink: Bacardi [not the alcoholic beverage] or Pepsi.
Favourite singer: Porcelain, Rob, Daughtry, Imogen...Too many actually.
Favourite place to hide: Inside my head [nowhere else is safe]
Favourite perfume: ...
Favourite cake: Black Forest
Favourite film: NO WAY. Too many.
Refer to:http://www.polyvore.com/not_even_god_knows_what/set?id=10397490
Favourite overused word: Evidently, apparently, clearly, douche, dick, gay, etc.
Favourite pet name: princess consuela banana hammock [My dog's is names Duke though. This is a "Friends" reference.]
Favourite dead popstar: No one.
Favourite childhood memory: My sister teaching me how to read. It was from her "Adventures of Winnie the Pooh" book
Favourite food: Only one? Orange chicken and chow mein sounds pretty good at the moment.
 
I tag:
iloveyou;♥
Grissel
x Aeris
Chloe™
Annie ♥♫
 
If you've already been tagged, don't bother then. x)
 
Testing was....
I'm just happy it's over with until next year. My brother really pissed me off though and I just got frustrated and broke down.
I hate him at times. More often than I should.
 
Good news is that we'll be moving the computer into my room sometime this week! Sweet, sweet computer. x)
I'm hoping I'll finally get around to answering PMs, mainly Wednesday since there's no school.

The full quote is actually:
"The Volturi are the closest thing my world has to royalty."
I just thought I'd shorten it for the title.
 
The coloring for all three pictures are a bit off, but I tried. This is supposed to just sum up the Volterra scenes.
 
I realize that I've been doing quite a few fashion sets lately. I really haven't had the time or want to do anything artsy, especially since I've been kinda sick lately [yet again].
Tomorrow I have to go do state testing which is the dumbest thing ever. I've already passed all those tests but they insist I try and pass them AGAIN. Yeah, like I remember everything in English, science and math since like 5th grade. It's all bullshit.
Then I'm really freaking out because of the mandatory writing test in January. I suck at writing, I absolutely hate being forced to write and it takes me FOREVER to finally get at least one sentence written. And since this is a timed test, I'm under more pressure and it's making me stressed out even right now.
I hate school.
Oh, and on top of the three state tests I have to do tomorrow, I just have to come home and do two more tests. Urgh.
 
On the bright side, I don't have school Wednesday since it's Veterans Day. Plus New Moon is coming out soon and Thanksgiving, which means FOOD. I love food. x)
 
I'm hoping I'll get the next chapter for BWA done before New Moon comes out. I think these next few chapters are going to be easier for me to write, it's just getting started on writing, that's my problem.
 
Oh, haha! Remember that "anonymous" chick I mentioned in my last fashion set? [wouldn't doubt if she ends up reading this like my last one. She must care a lot about me. x)]. Well, we had an interesting conversation through the help of "G.E.N.i.E". I think she was being serious and trying to insult me by calling me unoriginal and basically attention seeking, but I couldn't help but laugh. Her arguments against me was pretty much a waste of my time, but she's a good laugh. Then she calls Polvore a shitty website which made me confused as to why she's even on here then. She's pretty bizarre.
 
Say, " Volturi" if you've read this.

A/N: I'm sorry it's taken me longer than I thought to get this finished. There's just so much I wanted to put in and I didn't know how. It's a good 8,099 words, but I feel that it'll probably be boring to a lot of you and I'm sorry.
You'll get the meaning of the chapter title at the end.
 
If you haven't read any previous chapters I suggest you read what you've missed:
http://www.polyvore.com/black_winged_angel_twilight_fanfic/collection?id=237436
 
I've also added a "character chart":
http://img199.imageshack.us/img199/4175/charactermap.jpg
Alice is small because I'm not sure just how big of a character she'll be.
My personal Rosalie is Katee Sackhoff and Renee is Famke Janssen.
For those who are Twilight fans, you should know the deal with the last names. Edward was originally Edward Masen, Emmett's last name was McCarthy and of course Rosalie's was Hale. Alice's was Brandon, but in this fanfic, she's a Cullen.
Probably doesn't make sense, but just needed to clarify who's who a little.
 
You guys do know that all this extra shit is in my BWA collection under "goodies", right? No? Well now you do.
 
Anyways, moving onward!
 
Chapter Four
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We had come to a complete stop behind Mike.
 
“I think we have arrived! Get ready to have a drunk, fun-filled weekend!” Emmett said enthusiastically. I looked at him with a disapproving expression that I was sure painted my face. “Well, except for you. You never get drunk, therefore, you never have fun.”
 
“Hey!” I yelled after him as he got out and slammed the door shut.
 
Mike, Jessica and Emmett were standing in front of what I assumed was our campsite. It seemed nice enough. Trees surrounded us in all directions, all of them tall enough to hide the sky from us, blocking out whatever little light the clouds were allowing. The ground of dirt was packed in certain areas, a sign that others had camped in this area before. A manmade fire pit stood in the center, pieces of old burnt wood still laid within the barrier of rocks. There was a echo of rushing water, indicating that there was a river close by. Angela and Ben had joined the rest of us as Mike and Emmett were discussing the space and if we perhaps needed more of it. I didn’t care much. As long as we got everything set up before it got any darker, then I’d be a happy camper. Literally.
 
“Sorry to interrupt whatever you’re wasting your time doing, but I have to pee,” Jessica said as she shifted from one leg to the other.
 
“Yeah, me too.” I said
 
“Me three,” Angela chimed in.
 
Emmett and Mike both stared at us then turned to Ben, expecting him to follow the line of girls. “No,” Ben said, holding his hands up, “I’m fine.”
 
“Well, ladies,” Emmett began, his arms outstretched. “Look around you. There’s a tree over there and right there. Pretty nice sized bush back there…The world is your toilet. Pick a spot and take a roll of toilet paper with you; we brought plenty.”
 
“You’re joking, right?” Jessica asked with wild, desperate eyes. Then she turned to me for confirmation. “He’s kidding, right? You know him and his so-called sense of humor better than the rest of us.” I merely stared at her as she continued to squirm around where she stood. If we were lucky enough, she’d refuse to take Emmett’s advice and pee herself right then and there. A good moment of humiliation should do her some good. “Oh good. Just great! This is unbelievable! I’m not some kind of savage, you know. Why couldn’t we have picked a place where there was at least a toilet?”
 
“Jess, just go and pop a squat. With all this time you’ve wasted yelling about it, you would have already been done. Here.” Emmett strode over to the jeep. A few seconds later he came back holding rolls of toilet paper and handed one to her. “You better hurry before it gets too dark out.” He gave her a smirk as she slowly turned away from the group and walked a little ways down the dirt road before skipping off behind a shelter of trees.
 
“Now, where’s a reasonable toilet?” I asked as Emmett, Mike and Ben all busted into laughter. Guys were such asshoIes sometimes. Toying with a poor girl the way they did. If only they knew how hard it was to take a simple piss in the woods. It’s unfair how easy guys had it.
 
“There’s an outhouse right over there,” Mike managed to gasp out as he pointed in the opposite of Jessica’s natural toilet. “You might want to take a light with you. Wait! Do you need me to go with you?” Just like Emmett earlier that day, hope was visible in Mike’s crystal blue eyes as his fair hair was tossed around in the wet wind. Somehow, unlike Emmett, his look seemed desperate.
 
“That’s okay, Mike. I think I can manage moving one foot in front of the other by myself. And don’t bother asking; as it turns out, I can wipe my own ass. Thanks though.” Grabbing flashlights and an extra roll of toilet paper from Emmett, Angela and I made our way to the tiny, dilapidated shack. Behind us, music started blaring through a car stereo system and headlights switch on, lighting our designated camping area. Guess the guys were starting to set up.
 
As we reached the small, brown building with a classic cutout of a crescent moon on the door, Angela moved her arm to her nose to shield it from the sickening smell emanating from it. “Good God!”
 
“I don’t think God is being so good to us at the moment,” I said, mimicking her action. It smelled like years of peoples’ shit topped with rotten garbage. Why I’d give up my own nice and clean toilet for a hole, I’d never understand. “A tree is looking pretty good compared to this.”
 
“What are you talking about; it’s got a charm to it. Plus I don’t want to take the chance and end up peeing on myself because I can’t aim. For this moment in time, I’m actually wishing I were a guy.” I had to laugh out at that.
 
Even though Angela and I never really spoke to each other, she was still considered somewhat a friend of mine. Sure we only said our pleasant ‘hellos’ in the hall or made small talk with each other in class because there wasn’t anyone else in there that we connected with, but she was still better than everyone else who tried to do the same. And to even think of her as a friend of mine was alluring. I’ve never really had any girl friends; they always hated me and I hated them in return. Such was life.
 
I built up my courage and threw myself in—acting like I was about to be thrown into the lions den—holding my breath all the while. Angela went in after I was done and once she finished, she flew out of the shack like a bat out of hell. We laughed at each other’s attempts at taking a simple pee as we walked back to where everyone else was at work of putting tents up. Jessica had made it back and was looking rather pissed—no pun intended. Luckily, it was hardly raining anymore thanks to the trees that blocked out the sky—we were able to get everything set up in less than a half-hour. Mike had grabbed an arm load of dry wood from the back of the suburban, Ben following him with camping chairs strapped to him. In no time, we had a firing going, and all of us gathered around, waiting for our hot dogs to cook over the hot flames.
 
We were all talking about anything and everything. From jobs, movies, and books—more specifically, Angela and I talked about books. The only things Jessica probably read were gossip magazines, Ben and most defiantly Mike didn’t seem the type to read for pleasure. Of course Emmett didn’t read; if there were no naked girls anywhere in the book, it wasn’t worth his time. We were actually enjoying each other’s company. So far there wasn’t any yelling or threats to shove someone’s foot up somebody’s ass. The orange and red flames flickered off everyone’s face as we laughed and continued talking animatedly to one another.
 
It was when we had all finished eating Mike asked: “What was the deal back on the road, by the way? I thought that maybe you were either drunk or dodging squirrels.”
 
“He thinks he almost hit a guy,” I said as I snuggled deeper into my uncomfortable chair and pulling my jacket closer around me to warm up. I never did understand what was going on with Emmett then. I had fallen asleep not even ten minutes into the drive when that dark forest came whipping through my mind. Unlike that morning, I never came upon a beautiful meadow with a mutating man. I just kept running and never stopped, knowing there was something chasing after me. I woke up even more exhausted than when I fell to sleep. Waking up screaming really didn’t help.
 
“No, I don’t think I almost hit a guy, I know I did. The dipshit was right in the middle of the road. If it were a deer, Bella, I would have probably hit it regardless if I swerved out of the way or not. But the dude fucking vanished. I swear on my loving, fat aunt’s grave: IT WAS A GUY.” Emmett’s wide eyes looked a bit distant as he stared at the fire and taking a sip from his can of Rainier that he more than likely took from his dad.
 
And I thought I was going crazy.
 
“Wait, why don’t I remember this?” Ben asked as Angela sat in his lap, leaning her head against his chest. An unsettling feeling gnawed at me from the pit of my stomach as I watched them. I couldn’t help but look away.
 
“Huh, if you only weren’t sleeping like the dead, then maybe you wouldn’t have missed the excitement!” Emmett hissed at him. Everyone stared at him with wide then all simultaneously turned their attention to the crackling fire. No one said anything for a long while. The soft sounds of rain patting against the trees above us and the sound of trickling water from the nearby river was like a sweet lullaby to my ears. I felt surprisingly calm for the first time in a long time. I thought that being out in plain site of whatever I felt was haunting me would make me anxious and panicked. Turns out I can have a moment of simplicity and peace.
 
“Here.” Emmett had given my shoulder a nudge. I turned to seeing him holding a can of beer, offering it to me. Everyone else was already having their choice of alcohol.
 
I waved a dismissing hand. “You know I don’t drink...anymore.” At the last word I shot him a scowl. He knew well enough that I didn’t. His words from last Friday at Portal ran through my head: “Well, that’s because I knew you would never agree to come with me, especially after what happened the last time.” “Last time” was something I never wanted to experience again. Emmett had convinced me that it would be okay if we brought booze with us to the club as long as we were discreet. Sure enough we were let in and for the first—and the last time—I got completely wasted. I paid the price the next morning when my head felt like it was about to literally explode and Emmett happily replayed the night’s embarrassing events that I couldn’t for the life of me remember.
 
“Well, fine then. Here's to alcohol.” Emmett raised his can, “The cause of - and solution to - all life's problems.”
 
“Why, are you Mormon or something?” Mike asked as he idly tossed his empty bottle into the bushes and completely ignoring Emmett’s little toast.
 
Emmett let out a deep chuckle, as if he caught onto some joke of Mike’s that I missed. “Dude, Bella ain’t no alien,” he slurred out. “She’s an atheist.”
 
“No I’m not,” I mended, confused by both his statements. “Why would you think that?”
 
“I dunno,” he shrugged. “You never really talk about anything religious….so I assumed.”
 
“What are you then?” Angela asked from Ben’s lap. I tried not to focus too much on their closeness. The unsettling feeling wasn’t as strong when I wasn’t paying too much attention to the couple and their actions towards each other.
 
“Nothin’ really. My mom used to try out different religions like it was a new hobby she was taking on. Coincidently enough, the LDS church was the last she participated in. Evidently they’re too “Molly Mormon” for her. Nice, but she said they held a lot of judgment in their eyes,” I laughed as I remembered that Sunday mom had come home frustrated and asking me if she was doing a good job at raising me on her own. In the end, she never told me that I couldn’t take part in any religion that she didn’t personally like. That was up to me, that was my choice.
 
“But do you believe in anything?”
 
“Of course. I believe there is some sort of God or Gods, angels, demons—yes. But I just don’t know what exactly to believe….”
 
After that last statement, we all went on talking about religion and the strange myths about each one. Religion soon formed into a discussion of politics, back to religion which somehow morphed to one of Emmett’s favorite subjects: sex.
 
“Seriously! I read somewhere that taking a huge shit is the closest thing to having an orgasm without actually having one,” Emmett said sounding oh so proud of himself for knowing such a fact.
 
“Okay, okay, I’ve got one. What about the foot thing with guys?” Jessica asked as she subtly moved her chair closer to Mike. Jessica hadn’t spoken much to anyone since her bathroom break. I was beginning to wonder if she was truly angry with everyone for screwing with her or if she had some sort of accident. But once we all got to talking, she was as lively as ever. Talking and gossip was what she knew best.
 
“Nah, that’s bullshit,” I answered absentmindedly. I could feel my lids getting heavy as I continued to stare into the dying fire. We’ve spent hours sitting around the fire just talking. I wouldn’t be too surprised if the sun started to rise at any moment.
 
“Would you like to share with us on how you know this?” Em asked in a sickly sweet voice, like a parent talking down to a child.
 
“I too read Emmett. Not the same things for the same reasons as you, but I do. People say it’s actually from the tip of your thumb to the tip of your index finger.” At that moment, Emmett, Mike and Ben all lifted up a hand and formed it into an ‘L’ shape. They scrutinized the length from each tip, all of them furrowing their brows in disapproval. “It’s not exact but it’s more or less accurate.”
 
“That can’t be right,” Emmett whined.
 
“Measure if you like boys, but do it another time. I’m heading to bed.” I picked myself up out of my chair just as heavy rain drops started to break through the protective layer of trees. I made my way to the two-man tent that I was sharing with Emmett when I heard him jump from his seat and scurrying along not far behind.
 
“Don’t worry kids,” he began as I unzipped the tent and climbed in. “If you start to hear rustling noise and odd sounds of pleasure coming from our tent; no need to be afraid. Just keep in mind that it isn’t a bear.” I could practically hear the sounds of jealousy and rage dripping from Mike’s ears as Emmett zipped up the door between us and everyone else.
 
I stared at him as I sat on our air mattress—we were such cheaters when it came to camping—and shook my head. “You’re an ass.”
 
“But you love me!” He countered in a sing-song tone and dove onto the mattress, lying right beside me.
 

 

* * *
Bella found herself back at the entryway of the beautiful, yet eerie hallway. A welcomed comfort compared to her recent dreams.
 
She walked past the closed doors and the saddened nymphs and cherubim, ignored the bright light coming in from behind, and headed straight for the staircase she knew so well. By now, she knew the amount of steps it took from her starting point until she reached the cloaked man who shined so unbelievably brilliant. The feelings of comfort and trust rushed through her veins as she took a step closer to the faceless man. His pale, glowing hand reached out for her, as always, beckoning her.
 
This time was different though. Instead of everything tearing away into nothingness as she took his outstretched hand, she felt someone pulling her away; her gasp being ripped out of the man’s hand. It was an iron grip around her waist. Her feet had left the ground as the sound of heavy wings cut through the air with a whooshing sound. It almost sounded like little claps of thunder with each jerk back.
 
Bella pleaded with the robed figure to help her—except there was no sound coming from her mouth. She was mute but still soundlessly screamed out for him. Her hands reached out for him as the hold around her waist tightened. It was then that the sedentary man finally did something that caught her full attention and caused her attempts at screaming to subside.
 
The man bent forward as if he had been kicked in the stomach, but with complete fascination Bella watched as large, white wings protruded from his back. They resembled wings of an angel. He slightly staggered backwards due to the extra weight, the hood of his robe falling in the process. He still remained faceless to Bella as his head stayed bowed down, but the light shining in from the windows above the grand staircase had caused a halo of gold as it hit the top of his hair—his bizarre, copper-colored hair....
* * *
“Will you. Shut. Up,” I vaguely heard Emmett growl from my right.
 
“Wha—” I groggily lifted my head a little and squinted my eyes to see what was going on. Our battery-powered lamp was turned on as it sat on the floor beside our air mattress, but there was a sweatshirt lying on top of it as if to smother the light. Next to me, Emmett sat straight up with a bag of peanut M&M’s in his lap and one of his muddy hiking boots clutched in his hand, his weapon of choice. He didn’t sound tired either and I wondered if he even went to sleep at all yet. “What are you doing? What time is it anyw—”
 
“Hey! I thought I told you to—shh. Just shut up, will ya’? You talk in your sleep now more than ever,” he hissed at me, pressing one of his fingers to my lips. His head moved wildly from side to side in stiff motions. Oddly, he reminded me of an alert dog.
 
“What’s the matter?” I whispered, slapping his finer away from my mouth.
 
“You believe me, right?”
 
“About what, Em? You’re acting like a lunatic.”
 
“Aw man, that’s exactly what I didn’t want to hear.” His wide eyes stayed locked on the door of the tent as he reached into the oversized bag of M&M’s and popped one into his mouth. “That guy I almost hit…I think he’s haunting me. You know, like payback or something for almost…re-killing him, I guess. I have this feeling that someone is out there. I keep hearing crazy shit.”
 
“God, it’s too early for you to be drunk,” I groaned as I tuned onto my side facing away from him.
 
“Bella!” He squeaked out. “Why aren’t you scared? You’re usually the one who’s scared inside her own damn house. What’s wrong with you?”
 
“I’m tired, that’s what’s wrong. If you let me sleep a little longer I’ll hopefully find the strength and energy to care.”
 
“Bella!” He squeaked out again, sounding much like a whining child while still trying to keep quiet. He was bouncing up and down on the mattress as he popped a few more M&M’s into his mouth. The loud crunch of the peanuts coated in a chocolate shell filled the silent air. It was driving me insane.
 
“Please Emmett, chew louder. I don’t think Mike and the rest of them can hear you in their sleep,” I told him with utter disdain.
 
“I’m sorry,” he hissed yet again. “I eat when I’m nervous.”
 
“Em, it’s okay. Just go to sleep.” I used a voice that would have only been appropriate for children who can’t sleep because they’re afraid of the dark or of the imaginary monsters under their beds, not for burly guys almost the age of 18. “Put the bag and shoe down and relax. That’s it,” I cooed as he listened to my instructions.
 
Rigidly he lay next to me, raising our conjoined sleeping bag up to his chin. “If something happens to me while I sleep,” he said in a rough whisper. “I’ll rise from my grave just so I can kick your ass.”
 
“I’ll look forward to it,” I grumbled as I tuned away from him and onto my side. Curling into a ball underneath the sleeping bag in attempt to warm myself up, I thought I distinctly heard the soft echo of chuckle, but was short-lived; I was already falling away from the world as the darkness of my dreams claimed me.
 
My eyes felt like they were closed for only a second, if even that, before they snapped back open. This time, however, it was brighter out, Emmett was asleep, and there was a soft hum of voices coming from outside the tent. The faint smell of bacon assaulted my nose, making my stomach growl out for it. I pushed aside the heavy sleeping bag and made cautious movements as I climbed Emmett’s sleeping form. I wasn’t sure long after I had fallen asleep before Emmett followed, so I was careful not to wake him.
 
We had only been here for a single night and out tent already shockingly resembled Emmett’s bedroom. A complete and utter mess that is incapable of ever truly being clean; Emmett always made sure he felt at home somehow. Finally finding my black sweater and beat-up pair of shoes, I made my way out into the dull, cold, wet world that surrounded all of us campers.
 
The air was crisp but so cold it burned my throat when I inhaled. The smell of bacon now mixed with the scent of wet dirt, moss and the burning fire Mike had going.
 
“Mornin'.” Angela greeted me with a smiled. Everyone was already out of bed and sitting in their previous spots around the fire, even with Angela back in Ben’s lap. If they all didn’t have bad bed hair or extra blankets wrapped around them, I wouldn’t have thought they even moved an inch, even if it did start to rain.
 
Ange handed me a paper plate that had another plate on top, covering the contents it held. “Breakfast,” she explained when she noticed me taking it questioningly. Sure enough, the strong smell of bacon, eggs and pancakes filled all my senses. “Mike brought a camp grill. We’re too modern these days to actually try cooking a decent meal over the fire that doesn’t involve one of those poker thingies.”
 
“That’s cool,” I said lamely, still a bit doused with sleep. We all sat in silence. I was eating, Ben and Ange stared blankly into the fire, Jessica was busy trying to paint her nails while completely immersed in blankets and layers of clothing, and Mike was grabbing dry wood from underneath a blue tarp—keeping it away from the rain—and chopping them into smaller pieces with an axe.
 
Normally I would be uncomfortable with this kind of silence between people that I never usually associated with, but it was I was either too tired to care, or I was actually finally starting to feel comfortable around these people. Jessica and I never got along. We never tried to and I was fine with that. She was the gossip queen who was obsessed with Mike and I was the “trampy new girl” trying to steal him away from her. Ha! I figured after the past few years I’ve been here she’d realize I wasn’t interested in him. Apparently there was still a ghost of a grudge there.
 
Mike was…Mike. Like I hoped with Jessica, he’d come to realization that I wasn’t interested in him in any way, whatsoever. I used to think he’d be a nice enough guy. Emmett got to me first though and told me who’s who in the school. Mike was the good ol’ golden retriever who would do anything for you as long as you’d pat his head and tell him he was a good boy. Start off as a girl’s best friend and try to go further. Lucky for me, I was able to prevent him from becoming my golden retriever, but he still tried his damn hardest and never bothered hiding it.
 
“So,” I started as I finished eating and threw my paper plate and plastic utensils into the crackling fire. “What’s the plan for toda—“
 
“Happy Halloween!” Emmett’s voice boomed with a tone of such authority. He stood at the tent’s doorway wearing an ensemble of black and red. It was an odd surprise that made all of us bust out into laughter.
 
His usual little brown curls on top of his head had been slicked back, not a single hair out of place. A black plastic mask framed his dark brown eyes, the usual twinkle in his eye standing out. A silky black cape, lined on the inside with red, hung around his broad shoulders. The muscle armor made of some kind of plastic leather material hugged his chest, making me wonder if it was actually molded or if that was his natural muscled chest. Stamped on his chest was a red figure of some kind of bird, or something. The same plastic leather material coated his legs down to where his large black hiking boots took over the rest of his costume.
 
I think what made us laugh so insanely was the fact that everything was short in measurement. The chest piece was too tight and reached down just above his navel. His pants only went down so far before cutting off at the ankles, revealing his thick purple wool socks; a gag gift from me one Christmas. The cape clasped around his neck hung just to the small of his back, reminding me so much of a fat bird with incredibly tiny wings.
 
“You are by far the best Robin I’ve ever seen,” Ben laughed out. Emmett started posing and flexing his muscles for us. We all clapped and started cheering him on. He enjoyed the attention too much. No matter what, Emmett would dress up every year, even if we didn’t end up going out anywhere. He loved the spirit of Halloween; dressing up, watching scary movies and the fact that he could scare little kids without getting in any serious trouble was always a bonus for him.
 
“This is a step up from the zombie cheerleader from last year, I’ll tell you that.” And he wasn’t a male cheerleader either.
 
“I remember that,” Angela giggled. “The principal all but had a heart attack when he saw you prancing around with that little top and skirt.
 
“Let’s not forget the spankies underneath. He took every opportunity he could to show them off. The blood and torn flesh was a nice touch.”
 
“And very necessary,” Emmett commented has he sat in his spot from the other night and took his plate of breakfast. The already too short and tight costume of his constricted even more so around him as he sat. “I doubt they would have let me get away with wearing just a cheerleader’s uniform if I didn’t declare myself as a zombie. Or at least Snyder wouldn’t let me get away with it. He wouldn’t even let me enter the school the year before that.” He shoved a forkful of scrambled eggs as he talked about our Principal.
 
“Em, you dressed as a Ninja Maxi Pad with tampons as your nunchucks. A used pad and tampon no less.”
 
He chuckled with a smile full of pride as he reminisced back to his Halloween costume sophomore year. “That was a good one. My dad thought it was very creative. You’re mom liked it too.”
 
“It was disgusting,” all the girls said together.
 
“Damn Snyder. That would have been a great day. He has a problem with me. I used to think it was all kids, but he has something specifically against me.”
 
“Maybe if you didn’t tampon his car then perhaps he wouldn’t hate you so much,” I stated matter-of-factly.
 
“It was a joke! He needs to liven up a bit.”
 
It was about two years ago when Principal Snyder had finally gotten married. Most people decorated their car with balloons, toilet paper or streamers with a ‘Just Married’ sign in the window or hanging on the back of the car. Emmett thought it’d be a great idea, while everyone was still at the reception, to decorate for him. He had gone to the nearest store and bought a box of tampons, a bag of maxi pads, and two bags of Oreos. By the time he had finished, the car was completely covered in feminine products and Oreos. To say Snyder was pissed would be an understatement.
 
“So when are we going tonight?” Emmett threw his trash into the burning flames and looked up at Mike.
 
“Going where exactly?” I asked a little hesitant.
 
“To a party, duh. It’s Halloween and you don’t expect me to go party that involves costumes? You should know me a little more than that, Bells.”
 
“Won’t be until it gets dark out.” Mike answered, ignoring his comments to me.
“The flyer said it was at that one old warehouse along Holden Creek Ave. Remember?”
 
“Oh yeah! Down by the docks. Sure, I remember.”
 
“I’m not sure what should make me feel more uncomfortable. The fact that we’re going to a party, or that you’ve been to this place with Mike,” Angela wondered aloud. Apparently not everyone knew that the two guys had once been friends. Or they did, but still found it shocking to find out that they once shared a bond that wasn’t covered with hatred.
 
“I was thinking the same thing, actually,” Jessica spoke up, her usual nasally voice muffled due to the blankets still wrapped around her.
 
“I didn’t bring a costume, Emmett.”
 
“Don’t worry,” he told me, waving a dismissing hand. “I bought you one the other day.”
 
“Oh you did, did you?” I crossed my arms and looked at him expectedly. This couldn’t be good.
 
“Seriously Bella! I’m beginning to wonder if you really know me at all. Besides, we didn’t do anything last year other than sitting around at my house and watching movies. You’re dressing up this year, whether you like it or not,” he finished with finality.
 
“So what am I this year then? A zombie? Slutty nurse?” If I did truly know him, the second guess would be the latter.
 
“Funny, your assumptions are pretty accurate.”
 
“I’m a zombie nurse?”
 
He barked out a laugh and shook his head. The black mask he wore gave him a mischievous look to him. He looked more devilish with that smirk I see so often. “You’re defiantly a sIut, but not exactly a zombie. Still a creature of the living dead though…”
 
“Oh no. No, no, no.”
 
“Yes, yes, yes!”
 
He jumped from his seat and ran to his jeep. We all stared after the oversized man in what we all had to assume was a child’s costume. Seconds later he returned with a bag in hand. He tossed me the plastic case that held red and black fabric. We’d be matching in color at least, I thought hopelessly. The blonde model on the cover wore close to nothing. Her corset top barley tied over her breasts and a skirt that was almost nonexistent. Her long legs were captured in thigh high fishnet stockings and ended with high heels that I would surely break my neck trying to walk in. On top of her blonde curls was a tiny top hat with a single bat stuck to its side.
 
“You’re going as a very sexy, seductive vampire!”
 
Shit.
 

 

We had close to two hours before we were going to leave for the party. I wasn’t looking forward to putting myself on display just to go dance and, in everyone else’s case, get wasted. I’ve never been so naked in public. Even when swimming, I always wore boarding shorts with a tank top or something to keep myself hidden. I just wasn’t comfortable with being so…naked in front of people.
 
“We could always go paintballing,” Ben suggested as we sat around the fire. That seemed to be the only thing we did. Sit, eat, drink and talk with the occasional bathroom break in-between our sitting around. “I only brought four guns though….”
 
“That’s fine,” Angela told him. “I’ll sit out on this. Its already pitch black out here anyways.”
 
“This is this cool part though, Ange.” Ben’s small form disappeared into his tent and later came out holding four guns and a bin of little balls, glowing bright neon green. Glow in the dark paintballs, I realized.
 
From my right, I heard Emmett take a gasp of excitement. “This is going to be awesome! Who’s all playing?”
 
“You can count me out,” Jessica hollered from inside her tent. She gave no explanation, but I would have never imagined that Jess and tiny little balls filled with paint while hitting you at a great speed would mix together all too well.
 
“I’ll play,” I said. All three guys moved their attention from loading their guns and strapping on protective gear to look up at me.
 
“Seriously?” Mike asked with a grin creeping along his lips. “That’s hot.”
 
Emmett turned to glare at him and threw a punch at his arm. “Keep your mouth shut, fool.”
 
“Let me go to the bathroom real fast first.” I began to walk away from our warmly lit campsite and into the darkness that surrounded us. Loud footsteps were coming from behind and I turned to see Emmett running up along my side. He was still wearing his Robin costume, blending in all too well with forest. The red bird on his chest was the only hint of color that made him stand out in the darkness. Unlike the rest of us who would be playing, he wouldn’t have to wear the protective chest armor due to his attire. The only piece of gear he chose to wear were the vent goggles, replacing his cheesy black, plastic mask.
 
“Hey, uh, I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t mean to wake you up or anything.” Though is face was hidden due to the mask, his head was ducked down, a clear sign of embarrassment. It was adorable.
 
“Yeah, what was that? I thought it’d be me having issues this trip.”
 
“I have no idea what’s wrong with me. I’m jumpy and I can’t sleep I’m hearing fucking voices at night. I think what you’ve got is contagious or something; I’m starting to act like you for Christ’s sake!”
 
“Very funny, Em. Now if you excuse me, I have to pee.” I left him standing on the other side of the door as I slipped inside. Even the most personal of times I thought I’d have a little peace. I really should have known better.
 
“Are you telling me that you’re not at all worried about me? I’m seeing dead people, Bella!” He whispered harshly through the wooden door that separated us. I tried to finish as quickly as possible before my body decided to freeze up. With Emmett standing so close to the thin door, I felt like I was in a public bathroom. I hated public restrooms, always feeling self-conscious that people could hear me.
 
“Emmett,” I growled as pushed heavily against the door and stepped out of the small shack. “You aren’t seeing dead people, moron. You saw a single guy in the middle of the road. That hardly classifies him as dead. As for the voices at night, well, you’re surrounded by four other people in separate tents. It could also just be me sleep talking, yet again. You’re not going insane, Em. You’re just retarded.”
 
“Why thank you. I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
 
I rolled my eyes at him, but I couldn’t fight the grin spreading across my face.
 
“Hey Em,” I said, breaking the silence as we walked back to the others. “I overheard mom talking yesterday— before we left. I have no idea who she was talking to, but it was about me.” For some reason this had been bothering me. Renée was one to never keep a secret and I couldn’t help but feel that this was a big one. “There’s something she’s hiding from me and it’s making me worry. I think it has something to do with my sleeping problems. She talked about getting me in to see some guy….I’m at a loss though. She’s keeping things from me.
 
“Maybe she’s thinking of taking you into some sort of doctor. See if you have a bad case of insomnia. Probably put you up for a sleep disorder study.”
 
“Maybe…” I could only hope that was the case.
 
When we arrived back at camp, Mike and Ben were all ready to go. Ben handed over a lightweight vest to me along with a helmet like Emmett’s. He then gave me a brief lesson on how to operate the gun; showing me the safety switch, reloading the hopper with paintballs and fixing the gun if it were to somehow jam up. Sooner than later we were already heading off in our separate directions, ready to hunt each other.
 
Within ten minutes I was already lost, but my eyes had adjusted to the change of lighting. I walked slow and cautiously, holding the gun firmly in my grasp as I listened carefully to the slightest of sounds. The butt of the gun was tucked into my armpit as I held tightly onto the foregrip with my left hand and the handle with my right, my finger lightly resting on the trigger. I had no idea what the hell I was doing. This was the first time I’ve played and apparently there’s only two rules when playing: Don’t aim below the belt, and don’t whine if you do happen to get shot in the wrong places. Evidently it stings like a b!tch.
 
I ran from tree to tree, staying low and hidden. We were playing with a time limit of thirty minutes and whoever has been shot at less, wins. So far, I was doing pretty damn well.
 
From a distance not too far from where I stood, I heard two separate shouts of disapproval and the sounds of a gun popping as it was fired. Neither of the shouts sounded like Emmett. I could only assume then that Mike and Ben had already been shot. I stayed crouched behind a thick tree as the rustling sound of running footsteps came closer my way as more far-off shouts of “Emmett!” and “Son-of-a-b!tch!” echoed through woods.
 
There was a deep chuckle as the running stopped and a slight thump, as if someone threw their back against a tree, sounded. They were breathing heavily, and so was I.
 
“Jelly Belly! Come out come out wherever you are….” Emmett taunted with a whisper.
 
A smile started spreading across my lips. Adrenaline, excitement—it all started rushing through my veins. Though I felt weighed down with the helmet and body armor, I felt like I could run for miles and never get tired. Slowly, I slid up so that my back was up against the rough bark of the old tree. I clutched the gun tighter with my sweaty palms. My ears strained to listen to the small sound of footsteps coming close and closer, sounding like dry leaves brushing against concrete when it’s caught in the wind. My heart started racing, thumping loudly in my ears with anticipation.
 
From my left, the sound of a branch snapping brought me to my senses. Taking a deep breath and fighting the urge to break out laughing and screaming in excitement, I booked it. Pushing myself away from the tree I ran as fast as my legs would carry me. Dodging everything that got in my way, I faintly heard tiny compact balls hitting trees and anything else that surrounded me. I watched as a beam of green light streamed right past me and hitting a tree, the bright neon green paint shinning intensely into the darkness.
 
Quickly as possible, I ran downhill, swerving out of the way of oncoming trees. A hum of rushing water drew nearer as I continued to run. My lungs felt like they were about to burst. Realizing how out of breath I was, I took cover behind yet another tree.
 
Determined to get at least one shot out, I leaned to the right to see a black mass with a hint of red and glowing blotches of green hurtling his way towards me. He was shooting wildly all the while, but each shot completely missing me.
 
A laugh had managed to escape my lips as I shot back blindly. My eyes clenched shut in reaction to the pelting noise and for the fact that I was being shot at myself. Each time I felt one hit me, it was a small pressure to the chest, absolutely nothing compared to what it would have felt like if I wasn’t wearing any protective gear. There were paintballs were flying everywhere, the glow in the dark paintballs looks a lot like laser beams you’d see in some sci-fi show.
 
“Come on Bells! You’re like a fucking ninja out here.”
 
My already boisterous laughter increased even more so with his comment. Emmett knew just as well as I did that that was a major oxymoron when it came to me. Bella and ninja should never be used in the same sentence; otherwise it would just confuse people. I had no graceful, stealth movements. Such things didn’t exist for me.
 
I took off running once Emmett had quit firing. Small glimpses of red and green were seen from the corner of my eye as I ran faster than I though I was capable of. Before I knew it, unbelievably so, I was alone. Somewhere behind, I was able to lose Emmett in the maze of trees and other plant life.
 
Finally, losing all of my adrenaline, my legs gave out. They were shaking and felt completely lifeless; dead weight. I found myself resting up against a giant boulder, trying to get my heart to settle before it burst. My black vest had bright green dots whose light was slowly starting to fade away. I gripped the heavy helmet and pulled it off my head, suddenly making me feel a lot lighter than before. It was when I was taking in deep breaths of fresh air when I heard a deep growl somewhere beyond my view. Whatever joyous thoughts or laughter I had running through my mind instantly faded away. Slowly from the shadows, a large black mass made its way towards me. A scream started to build up, but got caught within my throat and came out a gasp instead. The growling drew closer and one single thought ran through my head: Run.
 
I left behind the gun and mask, making it easier to run, though my legs still protested. A snarling bark erupted from behind as did the sound of something with rather heavy steps chasing after me. Emmett was no where to be see and panic started rising faster than ever before. What if something already happened to him? There was no more laughter, no more playful taunting; I was on my own and I knew I wouldn’t last long.
 
My breath came out in quick pants as I slammed into a tree every now and then. I could practically feel the creature warm breath on my back as it gained up on me. The familiar purr of rushing water was loud in my ears.
 
The vicious barking of the animal behind me continued as I ran for my life. Sweat started gathering along my forehead and the taste of what I could only assume was death was so prominent, taking over all other senses of mine. Death tasted stale and bitter and all I wanted to do was wash it away.
 
For one split second I chanced a glance behind and that’s when everything seemed to happen simultaneously. It couldn’t have all happened for more than a second, but I was seeing it all happen in slow motion. Everything was clear and the moonlight that managed to fight its way past the clouds made it all possible for me to see everything.
 
The large gray wolf, only a few yards away from me, had its teeth bared, ready to rip my throat out. My whole body turned to face it without my permission. I was practically giving up and letting the animal take me alive. But right as it crouched down before pouncing straight at me, something black and white collided with the wolf. The sound of impact and the sudden crash made me stumble backwards. I hadn’t realized that we were out of the confusing maze of the forest and currently at the shoreline of the river, standing on a rock that hung slightly over the blur of the murky blue river. That is until I came to the edge of it, lost my footing and fell into the rapids.
 
“Bella!” I heard someone shout as I
weightlessly crashed into the freezing cold.

It was deeper than I expected the river to be. I was completely submerged and was instantly being carried away by the strong pull of the current. I gasped out but only to take in a mouthful of brutally icy water. My lungs were burning, yearning for air. Every now and then I felt my head break the surface, only to be pulled back down once more. Everything blurred from one thing to another. My mind was slowly starting to drift away into black nothingness.
 
A dull pain ripped at my legs. I was faintly aware of the jagged rocks tearing at the flesh of my arms and legs. Luckily I still wore the vest which comforted me from any blow against the rocks, but it weighed me down, making it less likely for me to bob up back to the surface. There was no way of determining which direction was up or down. My body was being tossed around with such force that I couldn’t fight against.
 
Part of my mind told me to give up. I was helpless. I was dead. The freezing water stabbed at my skin like millions of tiny needles until I went numb. Soon enough, the pain in my legs went away.
 
I was giving up. The thrashing current made it pointless to even try to fight.
 
Drowning was one of the most peaceful ways to die, I’ve been told. I couldn’t argue. There is only you versus water. It’s ironic though, for one of the most important things the living needs in order to survive, and was drowning in it; it was killing me.
 
Was it God deciding to end my life? Perhaps it was my lack of belief in him that finally came around to bite me in the ass and he’s using irony to kill me.
 
I was once told that life was just a test, a test to prove to God of our worthiness, to prove of ourselves. So maybe it wasn’t out of irony at all, but the fact that I’ve already failed this test so miserably already and I wasn’t even getting the chance to finish. Was there something terrible I had done in my life?
 
I couldn’t answer my thoughts because there were so many. My last minute thoughts that I might possibly never get an answer to. Instead, all thoughts diminished and were replaced by memories. No, not memories. Not last flashes of images of people I loved or my happiest moments in life. No. It was my dreams. It was the robbed man with the sprouting wings.
 
My Angel.
 
The vast blackness of nothing was starting to completely take over. My lungs were filled with the chilled water and my body gave small spasms.
 
Save me, my Angel. Those were my last and final thoughts before the feeling of an iron pole seized me from around the waist and pulled me further into the black abyss of my oblivion.
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A/N:Pretty long and boring, right? This is probably going to turn out more religious than I would have expected. If anyone got offended for some reason about the Mormon thing, don't. I'm a fraking Mormon and that's just what the people in my ward are like. They are the most judgmental people I have ever met.
 
Originally Emmett's costume was completely different, but then I saw him in that suit and fell in love with it. x) Can you blame me?
The Ninja Maxie Pad costume came up when I was surfing the internet and found this:
http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b132/JAVIH408/tampon-ninja.jpg
I laughed so fraking hard and it seemed like such an Emmett thing to me. x)
 
And who caught the Buffy reference? I thought Principal Snyder was a nice touch.

Lastly, the "But you love me," part came in because that's my sister's comeback every time I call her an idiot or something, and it's always in the same tone. And it's the tone Rob uses in this clip:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yxo7u-jznwg
 
Say, "Robin" if you've read it.
You do know who Robin is, don't you? I hope you do.
 
Please excuse any grammar errors and the crappy art or this.
 
Oh and the "Here's to alcohol" quote is from the Simpsons.
OH! One last thing, in her dream, don't always be so quick to assume.
That's all I'm saying. x)

I had the hardest time putting this set together. I kept changing the layout and the outfit and couldn't decide what pair of shoes I wanted to use.
Hopefully it turned out better than I think it did.
 
I was browsing around for quotes when I saw this one from New Moon and I just thought it would be perfect to place it over the picture of of him "choking" her. The title was something I grabbed out of my head but it seemed to fit.
 
Wow, short note.

I have no idea how to feel about this set. The dress was the only sure thing.
 
I just really wanted to use these pictures. I actually love how the coloring came out. This shoot is probably my favorite Rob and Kris solo shoot. But Vanity Fair would still be my favorite cast shoot.
I added extra pictures in case anyone wants to use them. So just check the items list on the right for all pictures in this set.
 
Okay, dude, come on. I got another weird message yesterday, but from a different person. The PM said:
"U think Ur Original But Your Not."
Here's the thing, they used another person who goes by the name "G.E.N.i.E" to send me this message. G.E.N.i.E, I guess, is a way for you to send messages to others and doing it so anonymously. And that's why this message kinda pissed me off. If this person had the decency to actually tell me that she has a problem with me herself, then I wouldn't care much. Honestly, I don't think I'm all that original, but original enough so I don't get called a copycat, so I'm not sure just how much that message was supposed to affect me. It just pisses me off that they had to send it "anonymously." If you don't like me or my sets, then stay the frak away from them, idiot. It's not that fraking hard to ignore someone, especially when it's someone online.
 
Sorry, I mean I didn't have a problem with the last message because the chick was telling me herself. This one's just too much of a coward to tell me herself for some damn reason and it irritates me. So you guys, if you have a problem with me [or my sets] then just tell me! It's not like I'm going to bite your head off.
 
On a lighter note, who watched Supernatural last night? That had to be one of the best episodes ever. I laughed so fraking hard. You've just gotta love these two:
http://img28.imageshack.us/img28/542/danaduchovnytwizzler.jpg
 
New Moon is coming out in what, two weeks or so? I'm just happy to finally get it over with. Most of the time I know I'll just be cringing into my seat. Only throughout the middle section though. It was funny, last week I went to seminary like any other day, and my teacher, Boswell, asks me how many days until New Moon comes out. I just shrugged. Then she goes on to tell how she just watched Twilight over the previous weekend and she's like, "I don't know what it is about him, but something about that kid that plays Jacob just makes me want to punch him in the face." My friend and I started laughing so loud since we feel exactly the same way. Then she asked how she was going to last through the movie with him as one of the lead roles.
Ahh, that was such a great day.
 
As for BWA, I promised myself I'd get it done yesterday, but obviously I didn't. So, I'll push myself to get it done today and hopefully have it up by tonight...even if it's three in the morning. x)
 
OH! I watched the Orphan couple days ago. I thought it'd be kinda stupid, I mean it seemed like a typical movie where they adopt an orphan and, of course, something's wrong with them. Well, that was the case, but it was just messed up. I never wanted someone to die so much. When it comes to a child getting hurt or a child killer, I tend to scream out at the TV more than during most other movies. I got really into by yelling at her to just die, screaming at the mom to just kill her. It turned out to be a really good movie. Creepy and messed up, but good.
 
I guess that's it. Nothing much has been happening, but I have to now go take a test for French and fail miserably at it.
 
And for Aeris' sake, say "Je t'adore" if you've read all this.

I was tagged by BUTT-FACED MiSCREANT♪ ♥ ♫ to decorate a T-shirt. I decided I'd just make a set out of it instead of just doing a T-shirt.
 
I tag:
x Aeris
aoife*-
Sammy-Antha®
xo.simone
Janae©
 
If you've already been tagged, then don't worry about it. x)
 
This is the reason why I don't do THIS particular kind of art. I suck at it. Plus I spend forever of trying to decide what goes together and whatnot. I saw the clock and thought it'd be a perfect touch to the rest of the design. That's just what I thought though.
 
I just had to use these pictures in a set. This VF photoshoot is probably my favorite all-time shoot that's Twilight related. I just loved all the pictures, especially when Rob and Kris are on the tree swing and jumping in the air. I just found them adorable. But, I had to choose ones with Cam because he never seemed to get enough appreciation, even when they were still filming/promoting Twilight. Fraking Taylor got more attention even then. Urgh.
 
I got a weird PM today. If you ever do read this, then I'm sorry I posted your PM [I'm not going to say who it is for their sake]. I just found it weird, straightforward and, in the end, hilarious.
This is all they said to me:
"your not the best twilight set maker..."
I first thought it was just weird/random, then I busted out laughing because of their bluntness. I do appreciate their honesty. I just found it hilarious because it was so completely random to me. I'm sitting here thinking, "dude, I know I'm not. Thanks for pointing that out."
 
I hope all of you had a GREAT Halloween! Mine was pretty boring, but eh. Wasn't expecting anything. Ended up watching 28 Days Later while eating candy and homemade fudge-covered popcorn.
 
For BWA, I swear I was going to have it finished yesterday, but this past week has been busy. I've had to do a paper in Government, reading Of Mice and Men for school [just finished it. I love the book], moving rooms around [I'm getting the computer in my room, finally], and of course Halloween. Because I don't have school tomorrow, I'll bust my ass to get the chapter finished. x)
 
Still trying to get used to the new layout. I'm hoping they'll change back or something. I just hate that the sets appear so big in a kind of "look at me, look at me," way. I'm not too fond of it.
 
P.S. please excuse the jeans from Hollister. I try hard not to used anything from Hollister, A&F, or American Eagle.
Why?
Because I HATE those stores.

768x1024 Wallpaper: http://www.fanpop.com/spots/twilight-series/images/8820291/title/absence
 
Quote:
"The absence of him is everywhere I look. It's like a huge hole has been punched through my chest."
 
I've been wanting to make something including this quote and these screencaps ever since the trailer came out, but never got around to it until last night. I wanted to make it so that Edward was slowly fading away, but I'm not sure if it came out looking like that or not.
I realized that I hadn't made an actual Twilight set in a month or so [not counting my BWA or fashion sets]. Seems like I've been mainly doing crap for Mortal Instruments instead. x)
 
The song I just randomly put in, but it's from the New Moon soundtrack, so I guess it's not really all that random. Plus, it kinda fits. I love Bon Iver and was excited to see that they got a song on the soundtrack. They play it at the perfect moment in the movie too. It gave such a bittersweet feel [to me at least] when I watched the breakup scene [yes, I watched it. I have no self-control].
 
News of my personal life?
Nothing.
Each day seems to be dragging by slower and slower for some reason. I really wish it wouldn't. It also seems like everyone is dead or something. Every site that I'm a part of and whatnot seems to be going very slow with news or updates. Nothing has been going on anywhere. Even on here it seems like a lot of people are falling away or just never on [me being one of them, I guess].
I think I need to get a job to make time actually pass by. I'm going crazy being home with nothing to occupy me.
 

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Roslyn
Bon Iver
 
Up with your turret
Aren't we just terrified?
Shale, screen your worry from what you won't ever find
 
Don't let it fool you
Don't let it fool you...down
Down's sitting round, folds in the gown
 
Sea and the rock below
Cocked to the undertow
Bones blood and teeth erode, with every crashing node
 
Wings wouldn't help you
Wings wouldn't help you...down
Down fills the ground, gravity's proud
 
You barely are blinking
Wagging your face around
When'd this just become a mortal home?
 
Won't, won't, won't, won't
 
Won't let you talk me
Won't let you talk me…down
Will pull it taut, nothing let out