Fanfiction: Invisibility Chapter 9

-Insanity's Partner

Rated T

Bella:

I was laughing as I swung the bat over my shoulder and walked with Jalin up to my room. I was still laughing when I plopped down onto the comforter covering my bed.

I was not laughing when I noticed the envelope taped to the door, with my name scrawled in HIS handwriting.

"What's wrong?" Jalin asked nervously, she probably didn't want a rerun of what happened outside.

I jumped off the bed and ran to the door. I ripped open the envelope and stared at its contents. It was his lullaby, the one he wrote, rewritten in his handwriting.

I gulped unnecessarily.

I read the note. With each passing word, I could feel my eyes getting blacker and blacker. Oh, so he wants my forgiveness, does he?

Ha! That's funny! He thinks I care!

I crushed the note and dropped in into my school bag, but kept the music stored safely away in my music folder.

I checked the clock. Perfect. Two hours before school starts.

"Are you going to school today?" I asked Jalin.

"No, I never go to school." She said, smiling.

"I know." I thought for minute. I didn't feel like going to school today either.

"Why don't you skip today?" She asked, sort of reading my thoughts. "We could go somewhere, do something. Have some fun."

I thought about it. I would gladly take up her offer, but there was someone I needed to see first.

"Later," I said. "I need to talk to someone first."

Edward:

I was strangely anxious as I pulled up to school the next day.

I wasn't really sure why.

Was it her? Was I afraid she would be there? Was I afraid she wouldn't?

I locked the door. I drove to school without them just to piss Rosalie off.

I slung my bag over the table and began walked to my French class.

I sat in my chair by the corner window and waited.

For five minutes.

Then ten minutes.

The class was almost over, and I knew that she wasn't coming.

And then, I realized I was bitterly disappointed, until the door swung open and in walked the girl.

"I need to talk to you." She hissed as soon as she sat down next to me.

"Talk," I said, slightly unnerved.

"In private." She hissed as the bell rang, and the students around us scrambled to get to their next classes.

She turned on her heel, and I followed reluctantly.

She lead me to an open class room, and shut the door behind us. Then she fished around her bag for something, pulled it out, and unwound it from the crushed ball it was.

I knew it was my note.

"So you want forgiveness?" she asked calmly.

She flicked out a lighter and held it up to the note.

"This is what I think of your apology." She said, bitterly. The note burned up to her fingers, and even when the flames tickled her hands, she didn't move. Finally, she dropped the ashes to the floor, and flicked open the lighter again, holding it up to my face and letting the flames lick along my jaw line.

It did not hurt. It felt a little ticklish, but it did not hurt.

Finally, I took a deep look at her. Her hair, her eyes, her face. Beneath all of the makeup, and the hair-dye and the eyes, she looked a little like my Bella.

My darling Bella, whom was never coming back.

And even if this girl wasn't my Bella, if I closed my eyes, I could pretend…For a few moments, it might be like kissing my Bella…

I didn't realize I had closed my eyes and leaned in until I pressed my lips to hers.

Yes. If I closed my eyes, it definitely felt like Bella.

Unsurely, one hand fluttered up to entwine its fingers in her spiky hair, while the other rested softly on her hip. I pressed her closer to me, unsure what I was really doing. But I knew this much, kissing Bella now was worth the years of torture.

And then, somehow I was pushed away. I was knocked into a desk and I stared at her in confusion before the vision slipped away, and I saw that this was not my Bella.

I watched as the girl threw open the door and slammed it, running away at full vampire speed.

I had done the unthinkable. I had kissed someone, that wasn't my Bella.

Bella:

I felt like my heart had shattered into three hundred million tiny pieces. HE kissed me. ME, Callen CullLaMort. Not Bella Swan.

And he didn't even know it was me. He definitely didn't care for me, now or ever. This confirmed it.

He'd kiss some girl he didn't even know, that hated him.

I laughed, hysterically. Oh, how life kicks you when you're down.

I pulled into the driveway and ran up the stairs, again, grabbing my back of packed clothes and my laptop. I wheeled around and wondered what I was forgetting.

Oh yeah, Donte. I couldn't leave him without saying good-bye, could I? No. That would be wrong. He was like my brother, and my best friend.

I flew to the desk and grabbed a pen.

Donte,

Sorry about this, I know you'll probably want to kill me if you ever get the chance to get that close to me again. Seriously though, I am sorry.

Call my cell; I don't think I ever gave you the number for it before (No reason to.) so here it is: 413-351-2684.

And please, please don't blame yourself. You have a habit of doing that a lot. Call me later, okay?

-Callen

I scribbled the note hastily on a scrap piece of paper and left it on top of the mess of paper that was my desk. I knew he'd find it within seconds of searching my room

I did a double check to make sure I had everything, iPod, laptop, car keys, bag, clothes, and wallet. Check. I threw open the door to my room, anxious to just leave the house before more trouble started.

I did not expect hi m to be standing on the other side of my door.

"Donte," I said, sighing in defeat. I should have known he'd know what I was up to, he took the bag from my shoulder and threw it on the couch I had next to the door.

"Let's go for a quick hunt, okay?" he asked softy.

"Fine," I mumbled, and followed him as he led me down the hallway, down the stairs, and out the sliding French doors in the back.

Once we were safely hidden in the forest, he took off running, and I followed, close by his side.

I didn't much like hunting with other people. Hunting was made far too easy for me, with all of my powers, and it was annoying watching them struggle to do what I found to be insanely easy.

I stopped to think about my powers for a moment. I doubted I would ever truly understand how they worked, why they came and left, and what the different powers were for. I tried to think of a power that could help me make it easier to escape without Donte using his to stop me from leaving.

It would not be easy. I'd have to use raw will, and that probably wouldn't go over well what with his ability to place thoughts in my head, as well as manipulate my reasoning.

We'd finally managed to run until we came across a small pack of deer. I wasn't really hungry until I smelled the scent after Donte took off and darted towards the largest one, burying his teeth into its neck, snapping it and killing it instantly.

I silently sulked for a moment over not having caught the largest one first, and then took off myself, catching up to the second largest one instantly, and digging my teeth into its tender neck, reveling in the taste as the thick warm liquid flowed down my throat, quenching my pain and thirst. After draining the poor animal of every drop of blood in its body, I destroyed the carcass and sat back, waiting for him to finish. I was never quite as hungry as the rest of them.

Finally, he polished off the rest of the small pack, and stalked over to me, taking me in his arms and letting me lean against him as he stroked my hair. I thought about that for a moment. Anyone that stumbled upon us might think of us as lovers. I smirked at the irony for a moment. No, we were not lovers. I loved him, but more as a brother, or a best friend. I would likely never love again.

Now, are you going to tell me what happened in your human life that is making you so crazy, or am I just going to have to manipulate it out of you? He thought in my mind.

I sighed.

Fine, I thought. In my human life, I'd lived a fairly boring life…Until I moved to Forks… That was when I met him.

Him? He thought, and I thought for one brief moment I might have sensed jealousy before it was wiped off of my radar, but passed it off as nothing.

Yeah, when I got there, I fell in love with a vampire named Edward Cullen. And after he saved me from a sadistic vampire bent on torturing me death, I lived for the greatest four months of my entire life…and death. I thought.

So what happened? He asked.

Well, after those four months, his brother Jasper, accidentally slipped up and tried to kill me. Back then, I had the sweetest blood imaginable, apparently. I thought.

I can imagine that. You still smell absolutely mouthwatering now. The only thing keeping me from attempting to sink my teeth into your neck is the knowledge that there is no blood. He thought, and I blushed mentally. But then what does that have to do with anything?

Well, Edward always thought that he was hazardous to me, I suppose. I wanted nothing more than to be a vampire with him, but he was intent on keeping me human. And then... I don't know. He gave up on me. Told me he was tired of pretending to be something he wasn't. Left me alone, telling me he doesn't love me anymore.

He hugged me tighter for a minute, and that baffled me. He's an idiot. I heard in his mind, I could tell it wasn't directed at me, and then I felt him blush internally, as if he said something he didn't want me to hear.

I pried myself away from him so I could sit on my own and arched an eyebrow. What is that supposed to mean? I thought, warily.

He paused for a minute before answering. Well, I would have thought you, the mind reader would find out a long, long time ago. I always did like you as more than a friend.

I resisted the urge to groan. Why can't I have a guy friend that doesn't want to just get into my pants?

"Hey! I'm not that much of a pervert!" he said out loud, clearly trying to stop me from further reading his thoughts. I stopped out of common courtesy.

"Yeah, well. I haven't finished my story yet." I said, piqued.

"Okay, then, carry on." He said, reaching out his arms for me again. I hesitated, but then surrendered, probably because of his powers, but at the moment, I didn't mind. I could use the comforting right now.

"Well," I said, picking up where I left off. "After he killed the vampire that wanted to kill me, his mate wanted to get payback at Edward, and figured that if she killed me, she'd be even. Mate for mate. But she had no idea that things weren't like that anymore." I paused. "It was six years before she finally caught up to me, and then you destroyed her and saved me, taking me to your coven."

He smiled.

Right now, I really wish he could have just let her kill me. I was already willing to die then anyway. I would have killed myself eventually. Now it's impossible to. "And now, Edward is back at school. He doesn't recognize me yet, thank God, but he thinks I knew Bella, the old me, and that I'd done something to her, and he won't rest until he pries from me every secret he knows I'm withholding. And I—I don't think I can handle it. I can't handle being around the constant reminder that my one true love no longer loves me." I didn't want to tell him he'd kissed me. It was painful enough to know the truth. Admitting it would be pure torture. I hesitated, knowing this was the part he was waiting for. "And so now I'm leaving."

"You can't leave." He said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I could tell he was already using his powers against me.

"And why not?" I asked, trying to block him from my mind. It was no use, there was nothing I could do while he was holding me, and I couldn't even find the strength to sit on my own.

"Because, I won't let you." He said, again as if it were obvious. "I don't want you to go. I want you to stay here, where I can be with you."

I almost groaned again. "Um, Donte…?" I asked.

"Mmm?" he replied, not really paying attention, he was staring down at my lips. Before he realized what he did, so quickly I almost didn't realize it, he licked his lips.

"Donte, I don't really like you that way. You're my brother, my best friend; Nothing more." I said, trying to keep my mind strong.

"That's crazy." He whispered as he leaned in. "Nonsense…" he trailed as our lips met.

For a moment, I felt my mind turn to mush. I didn't think anything. It was like when a heart-monitoring machine flat-lines. My brain just stopped. Frozen in place.

Before I realized what I was doing, I kissed him back. And it felt amazing. For a moment, I was thinking again, and my first thought was, 'Why hadn't I done this sooner?'

And then it occurred to me. These were not my actions, my free will. These were not my thoughts! This is Donte. He's forcing himself onto me, and that's wrong. Kissing him is wrong! All of this is wrong!

I pushed him away and jumped up while his guard was down and blocked my mind from all outside intrusions.

"Callen," he said, sounding slightly annoyed. Annoyed? What an egotistical jerk!

"No, Donte!" I said, fuming. Then for a second I felt sorry for him. But my anger was burning on fuel sources; I channeled everything into anger. Yes, anger. Anger is good. "Don't push yourself on me! I don't love you! I doubt I'll ever be able to love again!"

"Callen—" he started, but I cut him off.

"No! I'm sick of this! I'm leaving!" And I took off, speeding through the trees, thankful for once that I was faster than the rest. I dashed up the stairs and grabbed my bags, checked that my car key was still in my pocket and sped for the garage.

Jalin stood in my way.

"Callen," he said, stopping me.

"No, Jalin! Get out of my way!" I hissed.

"You promised!" she yelled. I shifted nervously.

"I know, but I can't stay." I said, annoyed.

"Look, either you're staying." She said, firm. "Or I'm going with you."

I shifted nervously again. Donte would be here any second, literally, and Jalin wouldn't let me pass. There was no time.

"Fine; Hop in." I said, unlocking the car.

"Alright!" she said, pleased to have gotten her way. "I call shotgun!" I rolled my eyes.

The time it took for the garage door to open felt painfully slow, and finally, as it creaked to a stop, Donte stood in the garage doorway, with a hurt look on his face. I averted my eyes and peeled out of the garage without loud, screeching tires.

I drove like a maniac, unsure of where I was going. I couldn't leave the city too quickly; I don't have anywhere to go. I need to make plans.

I dialed 411 on the car phone, and the robotic voice on the other end asked politely for the details of my search.

"Five star hotels in Alaska." I said, annoyed at having to slow down my voice or the computer wouldn't understand.

The machine transferred me to an operator.

"There's only one five star hotel in your area. The Hilton Anchorage," Said the operator calmly.

"That's fine." I said quickly. "What's the number?"

The operator rattled off the number, which I dialed simultaneously in my cell phone, and then hung up on 411.

"Hilton Anchorage, would you like to book a stay?" asked the man on the other end.

"Yes. A two bedroom suite, please?" I said, and the man proceeded to take my information, and told me that a suite will be waiting for us when we arrived. I snapped the phone shut, and then looked at the caller ID. I kept my cell phone on silent all of the time, because there was never any reason to use it.

I had fifty-three calls from Donte. I cringed when I saw the number of text messages. And nearly pelted my phone out the window when I saw how many voice messages he'd left.

I turned the phone off and turned to Jalin.

"Well?" I snapped.

"Well, what?" she replied.

"Aren't you going to ask why I'm practically kidnapping you?"

"Oh, yeah!" she said, and I rolled my eyes again. "Well, tell me what happened."

I sighed. "Copper-head is my ex-boyfriend, whom I fell in love with 27 years ago. He dumped me and now he's being a jerk." I said, feeling really immature, with the way I'd described it. That wasn't how it was at all.

"That's it?" she asked in disbelief.

"No, not really. He wasn't just a crush, or something. It was true love. He saved my life more times than I can count. I wanted him to make me into a vampire, but—"

"Wait, you were together when you were a human?" she asked, incredulous.

"Yeah," I said, my shoulders sagging a bit. "But then one day his brother almost killed me because of my blood smelling so damn good. And he left me. He said he was tired of pretending to be human for me; said I wasn't good for him." I paused for a moment; letting myself wallow. "How could I disagree? He was perfect; an angel. I wasn't good enough for him. I was stupid to think that such a person could be meant for me."

Jalin placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "You're wrong. He doesn't deserve you. You're much too good for him. Let him be lonely. You deserve way better than him." She wasn't really helping.

"Whatever, and now Donte is forcing himself on me and I just don't think I can take it anymore." I said, annoyed.

"Donte did what?" she asked, unbelieving.

"I know; I couldn't believe it either." I said, bitter.

"Well, if it makes you feel better I'll be here with you." She said, beaming. I smiled a little. Sometimes Jalin was a pest, but at least I knew I could count on her.

"So you don't mind that I'm kidnapping you and taking you to the far ends of the world?" I asked, playfully. She was like mini-Jasper. Her powers weren't quite as potent as his, but she could help to relieve me of my anger.

"Not at all, it has to be more interesting that being a freshmen in high school for the last 40 years." She said, smiling. She was really helping.

"Thanks, Jalin." I said, meaning it. "For being there for me."

"No prob."

She turned on the radio, and music blasted through the high-def stereo system. It was angry rock music, but I liked it. We had a regular sister moment for a minute, and I wondered why Jalin and me weren't all that close before. She was a great friend. I guess I was too busy wallowing in my anger to really pay attention to the outside world.

It doesn't matter now. I'm going to plan for a day or so, and then hit the road. I'll probably have to send Jalin home eventually, which kind of hurt a little on the inside. I was going to miss her kick-butt attitude, but it would make the journey easier… After I figured out what that journey was.

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