My Past Is Your Demise

First off, I am NOT a Twilight Fan. I am actually a hater. This story isn't meant to mock Twilight. It's meant to show a version where haters and lovers will both love/read!

"You weren't there for me," I cried in agony.

When Edward left Bella, something snapped...

The strength of a human only lasted so much. After being bitten, Bella was reborn and changed. She changed her name to Amira, became an assassin and now has a team. Swearing revenge on the creatures she once loved, the Cullens better watch out.

Because they're just pawns in a much bigger game and when it's over, they'll all be dead...


15. Chapter 14: Messed Up Emotions

On another website someone commented telling me my paragraphs were too uniformed. This is hopefully better and the rest of the chapters will be like this, if not better!



My Past Is Your Demise: Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Messed Up Emotions

            Rosalie and Edward still weren’t talking. For scholars, they were very stupid. Couldn’t they see that their bitterness was affecting everyone else?

            Rosalie and Edward down. Emmett, Alice and Jasper to go, I thought. It seemed impossible to wind Esme and Carlisle up, so I didn’t bother. Since I didn’t know what was going to happen, I just continued with my regular day.

            Even though I didn’t know what was going on, it wasn’t hard to guess. From the earlier events, I could tell Amira was going for their most prized possessions. Edward and his piano and Rosalie and her car.

            I just had to figure out the rest...

            “No Alice! I am letting you go shopping again, but you are not allowed to overspend! You know those shoes are too much,” Carlisle’s voice held exasperation.

            “Please? I forgot something last time I went with Red! I need those Jimmy Choos’!” She was on her knees with her hands out in front of her.

            “Alice,” he replied warningly. “No, that is my last answer. Be thankful I’m letting you go in the first place!” He turned and walked away before Alice could protest further.

            I diverted my attention to the floor. I didn’t want to come with Alice, especially if she was in a bad mood. She didn’t spare me a glance as she walked out of the car.

            I was only satisfied when I heard the engine of a car leave the driveway. “So, scared of Alice huh?” I heard the familiar southern drawl.

            “No, why?” I replied coolly, not meeting Jasper’s eyes. He could tell I was lying, even without looking at me. Dang the stupid guilt, I thought in annoyance.

            “Don’t be embarrassed. Something’s going on and I’m going to figure it out. Someone’s messing with our relationships. I can feel it,” he explained looking proud of himself.

            I struggled to seem calm with the information. I imagined a pilot screaming ‘mayday.’ That was how I felt at the moment. “Wow, really? That’s possible, I guess, but why would someone want to do that?” I inquired.

            He looked confused for a moment. “I guess you’re right. I don’t think we have any enemies,” he smiled, tension relieved. “Unless...” he trailed off. He brushed past me, to Carlisle’s office.

            Crap, is he onto me? I thought fearfully. I never actually did get the other end of his theory. Jasper came out of the office, looking relaxed.

            “Don’t worry about it. We’ll figure it out together,” he smiled at me. In some ways he reminded me of my brother. It was the way he could calm me down.

            I smiled tentatively, before going to the couch. “I’m so bored!” I groaned, speaking to no one in particular. Someone stood in front of me, blocking my light. I looked at a smiling Edward.

            “Paintball tournament?” He looked at me, grinning wildly. Can vampires get high, I thought cautiously.

            Instead of answering him, I walked past him and went to Carlisle’s office. “Hey Carly!” The corners of my mouth curved into a smile. He looked up with an annoyed expression.

            “Rylinn,” he replied, looking tired. I knew what he was going to say. “How many times have I told you not to call me Carly? It sounds unmanly!” Carlisle’s voice held exasperation.

            I giggled. “Yeah, but it’s funny. Anyway, can vampires get high? I mean, have you seen Edward? He looks like he just downed some happy pills,” I raised my eyebrow. Carlisle looked confused. “You know, drugs? Happy pills...”

            “Oh! I told him to be nicer, or I would take away all his musical instruments,” Carlisle stated proudly. Finally, some decent parenting, I rolled my eyes.

            I left without another word. Edward was waiting for me outside, with a glare. “You have absolutely no idea how much this wounds me. Being nice to you,” he sneered, with a smile. The combination didn’t make sense.

            I gave him a mocking smile and walked past. Really, paintball? I’m not that stupid you know, I thought as a response to his earlier comment. He probably wanted a reason to shoot something at me.

            But, I had to admit, paintball would’ve been more entertaining than nothing. Boredom drove me to do something I never thought I would. I read a... book. Even the word seemed unpleasant on my mouth.

            When I went to school, I was named the slacker. I was voted ‘most-likely-to-fail’ by the students. It wasn’t in the yearbook, but it went around.

            People also knew me as cool. I hung out with the populars even though they didn’t welcome me and after a few months, I was like family to them.

            I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t hear Alice come in. She looked a bit nervous, clutching the shopping bag. “Alice,” I greeted cautiously. “You didn’t...” I looked at her.

            She looked at me with a horrified expression and shook her head. I let it go because Alice didn’t seem like one to lie. She shuffled nervously to her room.

            “What was that all about?” Emmett asked bluntly, coming into the room. I only shook my head wordlessly. I didn’t really want to explain my concerns.

            “Edward came in here looking high. He said something about paintball?” It came out more like a question than a statement. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve wrecked the house by now,” I whined like a child.

            He chuckled knowingly. “Exactly. Esme is very fond of the furniture she collects and would probably burn anyone to death if they damaged it,” he laughed with a serious expression.

            I nodded. I was about to reply when Carlisle’s door opened and he exited looking slightly angry. “Alice,” he half-yelled. “Come down here! We need to talk!” he shouted once more.

            No, I thought. Please don’t do what I think you did. I looked at her and she stared back with guilt.

            “Ok! Ok! I... may have given someone from school your number,” she mumbled so I almost didn’t hear it. Oh, that’s nice... Wait, what? I thought in annoyance.

            “Alice!” I whined. I wasn’t interested in having a love life. “Why?”

            “You did not see his face! Seriously, he’s so hot and he actually seems nice.”

            “Hey, what about me?” I heard Jasper protest. Seriously? You’re jealous of a boy you can easily kill? I thought.

            “Like vampire good looks?”

            “No, but really cute. He’s just like you, smart, quiet, kind.”

            I pursed my lips. Was I really nice? That wasn’t supposed to happen. “That’s nothing like me!”

            She was about to protest further before Carlisle cut her off. “I didn’t call you down to have some kind of girly chat,” he chided her, exasperated. “Remember when I told you not to buy those shoes?”

            “The Jimmy Choos?” She pressed. Carlisle nodded slowly, as if he wasn’t sure. “Um... yeah?” Alice replied with an obvious glance. It seemed too nonchalant if you asked me.

            “Well, how much did those shoes cost?” Carlisle asked suspiciously. “And I mean exact price,” he added.

            How would Alice remember that? Vampires have eidetic memories, stupid. A voice in my head taunted me. “That’s easy! They were one thousand, three hundred and seventy dollars. Oh, and seventy-five cents with tax. Two thousand if you buy the matching purse.” She clarified.

            Carlisle sighed and he started the explanation. “That’s funny because I just checked your bank account and there was a withdrawal of the same amount. It was the exact same, including the seventy-five cents.”

            Alice’s mouth opened as she began to protest. “I swear I didn’t! You told me not to and I would never...” her voice faltered. One look at Carlisle and her expression turned hateful. “You don’t believe me, do you?”

            Carlisle looked at her with a doubtful glance. “We both know you are a shopaholic. It doesn’t seem unlikely that you would pull something like this. You may or may not have done this, but the matter remains that the money is missing,” Carlisle responded, not affected by Alice’s glares.

            What’s wrong with him? I asked myself. I knew Carlisle wasn’t like this. Even if he was angry, he would never be so cold to Alice. Compassion was the virtue he was known for.

            Apparently everyone had the same question because they looked at him strangely. Carlisle walked off without another glance and slammed the door to his office. “It’s ok, Alice,” Jasper soothed, kissing the top of her hair.

            When he started getting too close, I scrunched up my nose and left. Emmett was in the other room, with a wide grin on his face. “What are you so excited about?” It came out snidely instead of curious.

            His face fell at my cynic personality. “I ordered a game and it’s supposed to be here. I’d ask Alice when it would come, but she seems... busy.” He finished with a smile.

            I felt the corners of my mouth curve into a small smile. Even through what happened, Emmett’s still making jokes. For that I was thankful. It was nice to smile, even in the midst of anger and sadness.

            “Wait! I wanted to ask you about the paintball. Carlisle’s already angry. What do we have to lose?” I asked, silently pleading he would agree. I gave him my eye plead. I was known for getting what I wanted.

            “Fine! Just don’t give me that look,” he glared teasingly. “I swear that guilt look is a killer!” I nodded in agreement.

            “Yeah, that’s the point.” I responded as he went to get the guns. He came back with a box of paintballs, guns and two vests. It reminded me of laser tag, but much more fun.

            “I just remembered something! You can’t use your vampire strength! It wouldn’t be fair.” I whined, giving him another pleading look. He too an unnecessary breath and nodded. “Thanks, you’re the best brother ever!” I squealed.

            His face softened and he smile so wide, even his eyes lit up. Crap, did I just call him my brother? This is starting to get too complicated, I thought worriedly. “You really think of me as your brother?”

            I smiled, but my mouth felt elastic, What the heck, I’ve got nothing to lose, I thought tiredly. “Of course, why wouldn’t I?” I worried that it sounded too fake and not like me, but Emmett didn’t seem to notice.

            We got out of the house and drove to a forest. Surprisingly, no one stopped us on the way out. Not even Rosalie. Emmett found a park that was empty enough for us to play.

            We strapped on the vests and loaded the guns. I ran as far as I could and I saw that Emmett did the same in exactly the same speed. When I couldn’t see him anymore, I assumed the game started.

            I moved stealthily, knowing Emmett could hear my heart. I had my intuition to save me, which was enough. I heard a twig snap and whipped around, with the gun aimed. There was no one there, but through the shadows I could see an outline.

            I pretended to not see Emmett as I looked around, avoiding his position. When I was about to turn and walk away, I heard him move. The gun never left my hand as I shot him without even turning around.

            His face was bright red with paint. I smiled cheekily at his bemused expression. He smeared the paint on his face on his hand and reached out to me. No, no, no. I thought as I started running away.

            Well if that’s how you want to play... I thought competitively. Let the games begin.


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