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posted by VAMPirella1997
End of Part 65:

Bella's POV:

I looked up as Edward came over and sat beside me.

"Hi." He said.

"Hey," I replied. I decided not to bring up the arguement last night. He seemed to have forgotten it... my thoughts trailed off in horror as I realized what that probably meant.

Edward had forgotten Nessie. Everyone had. Except me.

Part 69:

Bella's POV:

I zoned out, hoping I was wrong, hoping, praying, that he just didn't want to discuss our arguement and my accusation, wishing that he hadn't forgotten. But I knew that he had forgotten, and that I was probably scaring him now.

So I struggled back to the present, fighting my mind's natural reflex to protect itself and deny what I most feared.

As I returned to the present, I blinked rapidly, shaking my head to clear it. The first thing I saw was Edward, kneeling infront of me. His hands held my head gently, stroking my cheeks subconciously with his fingertips.

"Bella?" He whispered, obviously relieved. "Bella, are you okay?"

"You forgot..." I accused in a murmur without actually deciding to.

"Forgot what?" He asked, holding my gaze in his. I stared back for a few seconds before I had to close my eyes.

"You forgot her..." I continued. I sobbed once before I gained control again.

"Forgot who?" He murmured, sounding anxoius again.

I opened my eyes, needing to see his face so he couldn't lie to me. "Renesmee."

He was confused, I saw it in his face. He didn't remember her. he'd forgotten. I gave in to the sorrow, unable to fight it any more. I broke down sobbing; Edward's arms wrapped around me.

I pulled back, and he let me go. I didn't know why I did it. I regretted it instantly, but didn't know how to get back into his arms. All I wanted was to curl up against him, and forget why I was upset. To just luxuriate in the feel of his arms, and know that he hadn't forgotten me. That he still loved me, even though he was scared.

But I couldn't do that. So I just mumbled, "You promised." Then turned away and backed into the corner.

I could feel his gaze as he watched me, but I ignored it.

I was scaring him, and I knew he would be hurting now. Well, he should be.

I was suprised by this conclusion, as the anger washed over me. He'd promised. I shouldn't feel sorry for him! How could he forget his own daughter!? The child I had nearly died for...

I felt sadness again at this thought, then confusion. Why were my emotions flitting about and changing so much?

I broke down sobbing again, and didn't resurface from the depths of depression...
posted by VAMPirella1997
Edward's POV:

Alice left Bella, heading over to us. She was looking at me, her expression sympathetic. When she reached us, Alice rested her hand on my arm.

I'm so sorry, Edward. She consoled. She's miserable right now,

I winced as she thought that.

Sorry. But... she will get better. I'm sure of it.

I looked away, taking a deep breath to expel the hope. I couldn't have that sort of hope, because if she didn't get better... I couldn't take the dissapointment.

"I doubt it, Alice. This sort of change in one of us is permanent, remember?" I dissagreed, glancing at her and away. I fixed my eyes on...
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posted by VAMPirella1997
[Part 85]-

[Leah's POV]-

I listened with my ears and mind to the fight outside. Edward got a hit at Jacob, and I winced, feeling Jake's pain.

Seth winced too, but when Jacob clawed his way back, getting a swipe at Edward, he winced again. Seth wanted Jacob to lose, but he wanted the bloodsucker to lose too.

Seth's loyalties were divided; it made me mad.

I heard Bella screaming at them to stop. I hoped they didn't listen to her. It would serve her right if she lost them both. She deserved all the pain in the world for the agony she'd caused Jake to have.

Then Bella was yelling about "Renesmee"....
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posted by VAMPirella1997
End of Part 139:

Jodie’s POV:

His mouth opened in shock, and I quickly told him the rest, insisting that he not tell anyone apart from the other elders. He nodded, not questioning me. I did mad things, but they knew there was always a reason, even if I didn’t know it myself.

Peter, can you go and get the other elders? Tell them about what I saw. I requested. Peter nodded, swimming off the go and find Chief; his second in command, Fred; and the other elders, Gerald, Tony, Richard and Thomas.

When he was gone, I wondered how we would dispose of the vampire girl. In secret? Or should we inform...
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posted by VAMPirella1997
Ivan’s POV:

Everything is going perfectly to plan...
...

End of Part

Mariella’s POV:

“I know that there are some people you plan to kill,” I hissed, unable to sit here any longer, waiting.

He raised his eyebrows; Jemima bared her teeth at me. I stood up.

“Or maybe you don’t plan to do it yet. I don’t know. But I have it on good authority that soon you will, and we’ve come here to stop you.”

Ivan smiled. Then he was laughing.

I felt my hands clenching into fists and my nostrils flaring. He was laughing. How dare he laugh? How dare he?

Then I heard a ferocious growl from somewhere....
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posted by VAMPirella1997
13 parts left until 200 parts and THE END if my maths is right. 200 takeaway 10 is 190; take away 3 more and it 187. Yeah. Cool. Enjoy. 

Part 187:

Jemima’s POV:

I decided that I didn’t want to stay in the same set of clothes for ever, nice as my old, black – well, sort of grey – jeans are. And I like my Paramore T-shirt, but I fancy a change. So I went searching around the castle for any clothes that had maybe been left lying around.

The only problem was, the castle was so bloody big! For starters, there were five doors in the room I was already in. One of them was the one we’d come...
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posted by VAMPirella1997
This part contains lemons.

-VAMPi.

End of Part 183:

Jemima’s POV:

“You,” he rasped, “you killed Mary. It was you.”

I smiled. “Such is my life.”

I stepped closer to him, kneeling down on the ground. It was wet from rain; tiny puddles were clustered between the cobbles, soaking through my jeans. I didn’t feel the cold of it. I reached out and took Steve’s hand; even though he must have been freezing, it felt warm. The pulse beat against my palm, racing with fear. It smelt good.

“Thank you, by the way,” I told him. “Thank you for arguing me out of the flat. You lead me to my...
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posted by VAMPirella1997
It’s been ages since I’ve written. Sorry. I’ve just been lacking inspiration. I know what I want to happen and how I want this story to end; the only problem is getting it written correctly. Please forgive me for all the delays.

Here’s a re-cap (this is not an extract from a previous part, by the way):

Last time we were with the Cullens, Alice had just had a vision. Here are the Cullens’ reactions (this part is an extract):

(End of Part 180:)

“She saw Mariella and Cassandra going to attack Ivan,” Edward continued. “And they’re going to die.”

Silence. Never ending silence....
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posted by VAMPirella1997
Is anybody still reading this?

End of Part 182:

Jemima’s POV:

I pulled away from the body when I’d drained it. My thirst was cured enough for me to think. I looked down at the dead body beneath me. Her skin was pale white; her brown eyes were wide and staring. She was looking right at me. The last emotion she’d felt had been fear; terror. And betrayal, probably. I’d killed her and she’d been my best friend.

I wiped my hand across my mouth and stared at the blood on it. Her blood. Mary’s blood. The blood of the girl I’d been best friends with since the first day of high school.

What...
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posted by VAMPirella1997
Part 178:

Cassandra’s POV:

I should’ve known it wouldn’t be easy. I should’ve known something would happen to render my plan useless. I should’ve thought it through just a little more. Now Mariella and I are trapped here, imprisoned by Ivan’s politeness, unable to leave.

Great.

And that isn’t the half of it. Mariella gets more and more upset everyday – I can see it in her eyes; she can’t stand this much longer. Whatever – whoever - it was that brought her here, it – or he – was very important to her. Last night, she’d said: “Cassandra, if you don’t do something to...
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posted by VAMPirella1997
End of Part 168:

Jemima’s POV:

“Shh, Jemima, it’s okay. Calm down. You’re going to be fine; shh,” Ivan murmured, squeezing my hand. “Listen to me; what I have to tell you is very important. It’s vital that you understand, is that clear?”

He spoke urgently, but I didn’t have chance to think on his words for very long, because the inferno increased in intensity then, distracting me and causing me to thrash about again and screech even louder.

Over my screams, I could hear a heartbeat: my heartbeat. I was amazed it was still beating. Shouldn’t I have burned to death by now? I...
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posted by VAMPirella1997
End of Part 174:

Alice’s POV:

We just gazed at each other; I was so happy to be able to see his eyes again. They’d been shut for so long… I was about to tell him this, but then his expression changed. His eyes, which had been so soft and adoring, hardened. His jaw clenched, and his nostrils flared. I hated it when he was angry.

Why, though? Why was he suddenly so furious? I couldn’t understand… His eyes were fixed on my jaw… why?

I opened my mouth to ask, but he was gone.

He’d jumped up from where he was sitting in front of me, and ran over to where Edward and Emmett were fighting...
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posted by VAMPirella1997
So, I’m way behind on what’s happening with the Cullens. So I’m gonna write a lot of parts today.

End of Part 163:

Alice’s POV:

“Jasper,” I whispered in his ear. “Jasper, help me. I can’t go on without you. Please, wake up.”

I doubted he could hear me, but I wouldn’t be able to stand the agony of giving up, of letting him go… it would be like leaving him. I would have failed; I would have broken every promise I ever made to him. We had to be together; we had to help each other. There was no other way to survive.

His other hand twitched, along with his lips, again. No sound...
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posted by VAMPirella1997
Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve written…

End of Part 169:

Carl’s POV:

It helped more than I thought it would to tell somebody how I felt. His expression finally changed from curiosity to something else. He seemed… moved.

“I – I miss you, Carl,” he said. “I’ve got no one to play with anymore.”

I forced a slight smile onto my face. “Don’t worry, Jamie. I’ll be back soon. Promise.”

“Okay!” he grinned again, before darting away under the water.

I didn’t think I’d be following him anytime soon. A tear tumbled down my cheek, partially out of guilt and partially...
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posted by VAMPirella1997
I’ve posted all of Part 162 here, because it’s been so long since I’ve written.
….

End of Part 162

Carl’s POV:

3 months later…

Everyday stretched on forever; everyday followed the same monotonous pattern. Everyday was another crack to my heart; another tear; another forced smile. Everyday was another thought: where is she? How is she? What’s she doing? Is she alive? Is she thinking about me? Will she get back in time? Or will we all be massacred before I get to see her again?

I hadn’t been back to the pool since she’d left; once I’d returned here, I hadn’t been brave enough...
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posted by VAMPirella1997
End of Part 167:

Jemima’s POV:

He let go of my hand, and wrapped his arm across my shoulders. He pulled me against him; I rested my head on his chest. I closed my eyes…

Then they flew open again as I jumped back, ending up on my feet. Something was very wrong here; very, very wrong - even more unnatural than someone as glorious as him being here.

“What?” Ivan asked, looking hurt and surprised. He was standing now, but still about a foot away from me.

“You, you…” I stuttered my heart pounding and my breath coming in gasps.

He had no heartbeat. He was dead.

Yet, here he was in front...
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posted by VAMPirella1997
End of Part 136:

Jasper’s POV:

I was alone. If this was it, if I was lost here forever, if I was dying, then all I wanted was to see her face again, to hear her laugh, to feel her hand in mine…

“Alice!” I called out once more. My strength was failing; the pain was fading from my fingertips. This must be the end. I waited for the fire, the heat that would burn me. I waited to be ripped apart and thrown into the blaze.

But the fire didn’t come. There was nothing; nothing and more nothing. I closed my eyes, picturing Alice’s smile. I remembered how her eyes would shine and how her laugh...
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posted by VAMPirella1997
I just realized that I haven’t written anything about the fight in the cave for ages. So, here’s Alice’s POV.

End of Part 137:

Alice’s POV:

I didn’t know what was happening. People were moving everywhere, shouting. I heard Carlisle’s calm voice, trying to control the situation. I could hear Edward and Emmett, shouting at someone. They were growling viciously, so it was probably Rodrigo.

Then, over the shouting and high, desperate voices, I heard a sound which made everything else fade away.

It was Jasper, calling my name. It was quiet, but I heard more clearly than if he’d shouted...
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posted by VAMPirella1997
End of Part 157:

Carl’s POV:

I couldn’t go back. What if she came here, looking for me? They’d probably ban me from ever returning to this pool; they’d probably ban everyone. If Mariella came looking for me, they’d kill her. I shuddered at that thought.

Come on, Jodie suggested, holding out her hand to me. I’ll know when she’s coming back; we’ll meet her here.

After a second of hesitation, I took Jodie’s hand. After all, what else did I have? I couldn’t wait here forever, and Jodie was the only one I could trust now. Still, it didn’t feel natural holding her hand. It was...
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posted by VAMPirella1997
Part 160:

Jodie’s POV:

Sitting a few feet away, I felt like an outsider, watching a clichéd farewell scene in a TV show, because it was strangely familiar to me. The memory which I’d pushed away reared its agonizing head in the back of my mind. I blocked it out, but was unable to fight the silent tear that fell from my eye.

“I have to go,” Mariella said, rushing the words – she didn’t want to say them.

Carl sat there, unable to respond. I recognised every expression; every word. I even recognised the way Mariella kissed Carl - so brief, so full of emotion – before pulling away...
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posted by VAMPirella1997
Part 159:

Cassandra’s POV:

The sky was brilliant blue; not a cloud in sight. The sun was perfect, golden. It should have been raining. There should have been black and purple storm clouds churning above our heads. There should have been lightning and hail and winds strong enough to knock down a mountain. That was the only weather to match the castle looming up ahead of us. My breath caught in my throat, my eyes frozen, staring, at the terrifying thing before us.

I knew why it was there: Ivan had built it - a prop in another one of his ghastly plans. I felt a shiver of terror crawl up my spine...
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