The only thing Bella can say about being a vampire is that it sucks. Especially being an Original vampire, with major broken home status and a brother who won't let you forget who's boss. While being in Forks, she discovered a new type of vampire, but all comes to an end when Klaus orders her back for her help. Foolishly, she obeys, only to discover that no one is as they seem and she's roped into a plan to betray her own brother. Not only that, but her Witch mother made sure that only if the curse was broken, a change would happen to Bella. A change that no one expected, and no one trusts her anymore.
And things only get worse when a few clingy 'vampires' show up in town, disrupting everything.
A/N: Povs are always in Bella's or Edwards. I can't write them in Damon's point of view because I feel as though him being so mysterious is awesome :) I might try doing a third pov so that there is a gist of what everyone else thinks of Bella.
I was always brought back to reality with a phone call.
Like it was Reality who answered my greeting, reminding me that no, this is a vacation. This forced loyalty and love—it's not real. Come back to what is—help me break this curse.
The curse was my reality—even if it wasn't put on me. It was put on my brother, and he was the one who would call and while he wouldn't say those words, those are the words I heard when he called.
"I'll finish up everything here and be there by morning." I said into the phone. How many times over my 1000 years had I said those words?
"Ella, I need you to guard him tonight." Nik's voice was hard—but he still had that underlying sweetness. I'd spent at least 700 years with my brother. The rest was up to me discovering the world, and Nik never minded because he knew I was young and in a way, I was like the baby of the family. Off to discover new things before I would come back to where I belong. But now I was in Forks, meeting up with 'vampires'. They were clearly confused—but I'd spent the last two years with Edward Cullen, whom I'd never heard of. It was a funny story—but terrifying in ways. Though I am an Original, I still had my fears. When James had come after me, it was the first time anyone had tried so hard to kill me. Naturally, I'd been terrified—until I realized how easy it was to kill them. And so I stuck with the Cullens. Edward seems to be taking things a little too seriously, though, and so does Jake, who thinks that my becoming a 'vampire' is the worst thing that could happen to me.
Little did he know.
"I don't even know Stefan Salvatore, and now you want me to guard him in the woods while you go and make some hybrids?"
"I don't know if he's trustworthy." He claimed. "And I miss you, Ella."
Ella was my nickname of the family. I was born Isabella, which changed to Bella, then Ella. But Isabella was the name I travelled with.
"I miss you too, Nik." I replied, meaning it.
"Why are you talking funny?" He asked. I frowned. I'd been trying to hold back my English accent around the Cullens, but when I spoke to Nik I let it out.
"I don't usually talk with my accent around people, Nik." I explained. He hated it when I tried to change myself.
"I'll see you tonight, Princess." Nik said softly. It was an order—my orders always came to me in his soft voice, meaning that I'd better show or…
Or what? I could risk being locked in a coffin for the next couple of centuries.
Deep down, I knew it would be hard on Nik to do what he did to Rebekah and all my other family. I'd been the only one he allowed for freedom, and I took advantage of that.
"Of course, Nik." I said, like I'd been agreeing with him the whole time. "Love you."
"I love you too, princess." He hung up, leaving me in Charlie's kitchen gripping my phone.
After compelling Charlie to forget me and pass on the message to the Cullens about my fake whereabouts, I left with half my closet and left my old phone there, the one that all the Cullens knew the number of. They wouldn't be able to track me—at least, I hoped.
I drove quickly, renting out a motel room in Georgia so I could shower and get the smell off me. Once in the shower, I frowned at a mark on my shoulder. A grease smudge, from when I'd been working on my car. I used the loofah to scrub it off, then went on to buff off the rest of my skin.
When I got out the shower, my skin looked… different. The mark on my right shoulder was now swollen, red and thinned out to shiny red marks. I frowned at it. The rest of my skin looked shiny—the way people get air brushed in magazines. I rubbed lotion in, hoping my skin would go back to normal even though it looked great. It was strange.
After drying my hair, I looked in the mirror again. My hair seemed several shades darker, as opposed to the red-brown it usually was, now it looked plain deep red with brown undertones.
I frowned as I took off the necklace around my neck. My witch gave it to me, to change my appearance slightly. Only the colour of my hair and eyes. My appearance didn't change—not to me. I was the only one who couldn't see what I looked like with or without the necklace. But I know that to everyone else, my eyes would no longer be brown black, but bright green. My lips would be naturally pink and my eyes slightly bigger.
Sighing, I threw on a pair of shorts and my spongebob tee, knowing that the strange mark on my shoulder would be visible if I wore a cami.
After I left the motel, I drove the rest of the way to the Smoky mountains, where I'd agreed I would meet Nik. When I called him, however, his blasé tone suggested he was worried about Stefan no longer.
"So, I had to come all the way here when he doesn't need guarding anymore?" I asked politely.
"Well, I might need you later," He countered. "I'm sorry, Ella. Forgive me?"
"Yes, Nik." I sighed. Not forgive my brother? I'd never heard of a more stupid statement. "I'll see you soon."
That left at least three hours for me with nothing else to do.
I turned, gazing mournfully at the lake below me. With a grin, I took off my shirt, shorts, and changed into the bikini I had in my duffel bag. I'd bought it with intentions to get tanned over the summer, but Forks seemed to be incapable of handling sunlight and so I was still pale as ever. Nik always told me that my pale was a good kind of pale—but I never felt that way.
I climbed the rocks to the jagged cliff face, and with a deep breath, I dove.
I soared into the air before hitting the cool water lake smoothly, barely a ripple showing in the lake. I grinned giddily as I came back up. The lake was so much more deep toward this end, and I always felt so much more relieved when I was closer to nature.
Damon Salvatore waited by the trees, his breath a whisper among the leaves, as he stared at Elena.
She held out the ring to Alaric—being the selfless girl she was. In anyone else, it might have sickened him to be that self-righteous. But it suited Elena.
With a sigh, Alaric took the ring from Elena's outstretched arm, frowning slightly. She nodded, satisfied, and turned to the water, flapping her jacket to keep cool.
He took it as his cue.
"I don't know why you think you're a lost cause—" With a startled yell, she flew into the water. Damon smirked, Alaric raised his gun, and Elena shot out from the water, eyes widened. "Damon!"
"Thanks for the tip, brother," Damon couldn't help the comment he made to Alaric, turning to him and patting his shoulder.
Elena turned her outraged look on Alaric, and they argued for a little—but something else on the far side of the lake had his attention.
A girl, with deep dark hair shone red in the sun. Her eyes were of the same forest green that surrounded her, dark, natural lashes visible even from the distance. Her skin was pearl white. She waded the water lazily, mouth open as she sang lightly in a voice that could bring tears to humans eyes.
"I heard that your dreams came true…" Her voice was high and light, at all the right pitches. But phone ringing made her pause mid sentence and she went upright, swimming to the edge to answer her phone. The sadness on her face grew as she spoke, then she shut her phone with a resigned sigh and looked around the lake mournfully.
Her gaze landed on Damon's and her eyes widened to a point where she looked just as shocked as she probably felt.
Damon couldn't look away. She looked so natural—yet sad.
Something shimmered on her right shoulder. For a moment, Damon stared calmly, then slight panic etched onto his features as the mark—or tattoo, whatever it was, looked like it was on fire. Then it shimmered again, back to what it was before—whatever that was, exactly. A cross between a burn and a tattoo, but the edges were lined finely, emphasizing the fiery look.
She stared at him as though she'd never seen a man before until Elena disrupted him when she stayed in the water and Alaric shoved him sharply, looking in the direction he'd been gazing at. Elena followed his gaze also—but when he turned back, the girl was gone, her items gone also. Not a ripple as evidence that she'd ever been in the lake.
"Brother," I said in way of greeting when I reached the clearing filled with tents. Nik stood over a human, feeding him blood as who I assumed was Stefan Salvatore stood over him, crossing his arms and frowning.
Stefan's arms flew back to his sides and he leaned toward me, but Nik turned and gave me a crooked grin.
"Ella," He stood and embraced me lightly. "It's been too long."
Why was he being so formal? Did he not want to seem like he had a weak spot for me in front of Stefan?
"It has," I agreed, pulling away. Nik looked back at me and narrowed his eyes, looking at me up and down. I frowned as he looked suspicious. "What is it?"
"You've changed." He said simply. I frowned more.
"What do you mean?" I demanded, slightly panicked.
"Relax, Ella," He said, completely at ease once more. "You look… did you do something with your hair?" I touched at it, feeling self conscious under his gaze. "And your eyes. You aren't wearing contacts, are you?"
"No…?" I frowned again. "What is this, the big bad wolf?"
He scrutinized me for a while longer before nodding.
"Excellent question, Bella," He pointed his finger around all the hybrids around us. "I'm having a little trouble. Oh, Stefan, meet Bella, my youngest sister, Bella, meet Stefan." I turned to face Stefan and gave a warming smile. I could feel Nik bristle at my friendliness, but I really couldn't help it.
"Good to finally meet you, after all the talk Rebekah's been—" A hand slapped over my mouth and my eyes widened, as I stared at Nik. Stefan looked confused, and his fists clenched at his sides.
"The problem," Nik growled. "Is that my hybrids seem to be crying blood. Tragic, I know,"
I wondered why Nik was covering my mouth until he released me. I frowned at him, confused and a little hurt.
He must have seen the hurt in my eyes, but the look he gave me said; later, when we're alone.
I knelt in front of the man in plaid, frowning as I saw his eyes drip thick lines of blood.
"How do you feel?" I asked gently, holding his shoulder as he hugged himself. He didn't seem capable of replying, but his shivering lessened as I touched him.
"What did you do?" Nik asked curiously, leaning beside me. I shook my head.
"Nothing," I said to him, then, to the man, "What's your name?"
"How do you feel, Ray?"
"Your kindness will only make me look more evil," Nik warned. I frowned at Nik.
"That was my point." I said seriously. Stefan snickered and Nik gave me a warning look. "Sorry." I mumbled a moment later. I turned back to Ray. "Ray?"
"No, Ray, how do you feel? What do you want?"
He paused, looking at me. Nik looked at me confused, until the words sunk in.
"Yes…" He muttered in understanding.
"You want blood?" I encouraged. Ray stared at me blankly. I looked at Nik. "Give it a few hours. He'll be—"
With a snarl of rage, Ray leapt up and loped past the rocks, and I was after him in a second—until Nik reached out calmly and tugged on the back of my top, making me halt.
"We have to get him!" I almost yelled. Nik was looking at Stefan.
"Go get him." He said. I frowned as Stefan gave him a resigned look.
"Would you like some help?" I asked him. Stefan gave me a look of pure shock, like no one had ever asked him that. Nik cut off my offer.
"No, you're staying here with me." He growled.
"Be careful," I called after Stefan. Nik gave a resigned sigh and released me.
"You're too innocent, Ella." His grin grew and he hugged me once more, tighter this time, almost lifting me off the ground. I laughed as he set me down again, but he'd already turned around to face a girl waking.
"What was that all about?" I asked him.
"Later, Bella," He said calmly.
As Nik let the girl feed, he nodded toward the direction Stefan headed in, silently telling me to go. I frowned but obeyed. He didn't want me to go before, but now he did?
I found Stefan frowning down on the cliffs.
"Stefan?" I asked hesitantly. He whirled around and crossed the distance toward me. "Where did Ray go?"
"He—uh, he got away. Let's go." He said quickly. I caught his good arm, frowning at the injured one.
"Oh, no." I stared at the bite on his arm, frowning. "Does it hurt?"
"Nik will help, don't worry," I said without hesitation.
"Bella," Nik came up behind me. His eyes narrowed on my hand wrapped around Stefan's arm, before he looked at the bite. "Fatal werewolf bite," He identified the mark. "Ouch," His gaze caught Stefan's as he smirked.
"Yeah, I'm gonna need your blood to heal me."
"Tell you what. You find Ray, and I'll heal you."
"Nik," I sighed at the ridiculous suggestion. Stefan was his friend, right? Rebekah used to stay up all night with me, telling me of all the great fun they had at Gloria's together while I stayed home. When I asked if I could go, Rebekah never hesitated in telling me I wouldn't like what I found. Nik was also quick to agree. "Don't be so ridiculous,"
"Better hurry," Nik said to Stefan. "That bite looks nasty."
"Nik!" I complained.
"Relax, Bella. As long as he does his job right," Nik grabbed my hand as he walked back to the campsite with me in tow. I regarded Stefan as we passed sadly.
"Don't worry," I assured him. "He'll be dazed, so finding him will be easy."
Stefan gave me that same weird look like he wasn't sure he'd heard me right.
"I don't think it's working." I noted. Nik's eyes blazed as he paced up and down the Campsite, staring murderously at the Hybrids who were walking around, slouched, like zombies, and wore dazed expressions.
"I had no idea." He snapped sarcastically. "Go find Stefan. Tell him to hurry up."
I ran through the woods, waiting to hear any signs of struggling or talking. I didn't have to go very far to hear Stefan's voice, halting me in my tracks and making me go to his direction.
"What part of 'Don't Follow me Anymore' got lost in translation, Damon?" I heard Stefan say calmly.
Frowning more, I walked underneath the trees and peered through the leaves, waiting to get a glimpse of the other man.
"Might want to take it up with your girlfriend," 'Damon' countered, tone nonchalant. "If you don't want her chasing you, I'd stop with the late night phone calls."
"I didn't call her." Stefan denied.
I climbed out the trees from behind Damon, too silent for him to notice. He had jet black hair, a black tee and black pants with black boots. I tried not to compare him with the man I saw earlier today—but I had to think they were the same person.
I caught Stefan's eye and motioned to behind me. When Stefan frowned, Damon turned. In a second, I'd already disappeared through the trees, quickly and silently.
"Stefan's washing off the blood in the lake," I said to Nik once I reached him. He looked up at me, an unreadable expression on his face, and then I noticed he was crouching on the floor. Next to all the bodies, the damage identical to the one on Ray's body. He must have seen the sympathy on my face because he stood up in a second and his features hardened once more.
"He shouldn't be taking this long," He said, voice just as hard. I swallowed and stood, nervously clenching my hands.
"What happened?" I asked, taking in all the bodies. Nik shook his head.
"They went rabid." He sat on the log by his feet, seeming to forget about keeping his pride for just now. "Some of them I killed… some of them just bled out." He stood again, taking a beer bottle as he walked toward the area Stefan appeared in, holding Ray's body over his shoulder. "In the end, they're all dead."
Stefan didn't question anything as he dumped Ray's body on the floor.
Nik stared at Stefan for a while longer before letting out a long yell. He hurled the bottle at the log he'd been sitting at. I jumped about a foot in the air and ran to the edge of the forest using my speed.
"I did everything I was told!" He shouted, whirling on Stefan like it was his fault. "I should be able to turn them." He went on. "I broke the curse, I killed a werewolf, I killed a vampire. I killed the doppelganger."
He stared at the ground for a few more minutes. Stefan swallowed loudly, his eyes wide. Nik slowly looked back up at Stefan, like something occurred to him suddenly. But he only said, "You look like hell."
Stefan stared at him a few more moments longer before gesturing to his forearm, which he was gripping in pain.
"Last I checked I'm dying." He took his hand away from the bite. "And you don't wanna heal me."
Nik turned to look at me. He must have seen the fear I'd tried covering up because his gaze softened before he turned back to Stefan. He looked back at Ray while Stefan sprouted out excuses about how he had to kill him.
"It should have worked." Nik said meaningfully before he turned and reached for a bottle. With his back turned, Stefan sent me a look of dread, like he was expecting me to tell Nik something. Tell him what?
I gave him a look of confusion before remembering the man in the clearing. I frowned now, wondering who he was.
Nik turned back around and bit sharply into his hand, squeezing the blood into the bottle. He held it out to Stefan.
Stefan took the bottle cautiously, eying me, as Nik declared we're leaving.
"Come on, Bella."
I followed him hurriedly seeing Stefan watch us leave before staring off into the distance.
Stefan must have thought to give us some privacy because he didn't show up for a while as we walked toward Nik's black van. Or maybe he was just cleaning away the bodies. Somehow.
"You never told me why Stefan's here." I said as I sat in the front seat, dropping my bag on the floor. Nik started the car and looked into the distance thoughtfully.
"His brother was bitten by a werewolf so I had to save him. In return, Stefan had to come with me."
"He wouldn't have done it anyway? I thought you were friends." I said, frowning.
"When Mikael came after us, I compelled him to forget." He explained, then turned to give me a crooked grin. "Did I mention his girlfriend was the doppelganger?"
"No!" I gasped, widening my eyes. "That's horrible. He must loathe you."
Nik's grin darkened and he turned away, glaring off into the distance. But I had a point. Nik had taken away his brother and his girlfriend. They could have been serious. Something sparked in my memory at the word girlfriend but I forgot too quickly.
I muttered an apology as Stefan opened the car door to the back. Nik almost immediately drove off into the darkness.
"Feeling better?" Nik asked Stefan. Stefan didn't reply, but he picked up a big black case. My eyes widened and without thought, I tore off my seatbelt and darted into the back, gripping it by the neck. "Ella!" Nik shouted.
"My guitar!" I yelled out in joy, opening the zipper. I looked down at my Fender Telecaster. It was black. Across the white line, Joan Jett's signature was scrawled. "You didn't get rid of it?" I asked Nik, taking it out and strumming the strings lightly even though it needed to be all plugged in.
"Put on your seatbelt."
"I'm a vampire, I wouldn't die in a car accident." I snapped, scowling.
"Speaking of, when was the last time you fed, Ella?" I paused at his question, working to remember when I really had fed last.
"Sunday…" I lied.
"Two days ago, Ella." He growled. "We'll make a stop at the next town. Get some sleep. Stefan, get in the front."
He stopped the car and Stefan climbed out, moving to the front. I frowned.
"I'm not tired. And I'm not a baby, Nik. You can't have little nap times for me anymore."
Blood had seemed disgusting to me the past couple of days. Or weeks. It usually happened over the years when I would think about what I really was born as—an innocent girl who loved singing—to now, an Original vampire who drank blood. The same blood that used to run through my own veins a thousand years ago. Not much had honestly changed about my personality. I may be a thousand years old, but there were still thousands of things I'd never experienced—and probably never will for as long as these hybrids got in my way.
I could last weeks without blood. Sometimes I forced myself to drink when I felt too weak. But lately, I wasn't feeling weak at all.
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