Dancing in the Flames
WhiskeyMouth
Forty-eight years after the Cullens leave Forks, fate finds Isabella Swan a vampire, and incredibly powerful. She’s been with the Volturi for almost half a century, vowing to protect the Cullens from Aro and Cauis, who never forget. As Bella flees to Dartmouth to pursue her English education under the guise of Scarlet Mayson, she meets the Cullens, and old feelings resurface.
Important Notice
I know I’m not an exceptionally good writer, but I’m not an illiterate nutcase, either. I don’t expect you to fall in love with this short story, all I expect you to do is read it and review. Constructive criticism is welcome, and please, by all means, tell me what you really think about it.
Bella is super out of character in this story, just a warning.
THIS STORY WAS ORIGINALY HOSTED ON FANFICTION.NET
Sorry for ranting, but you should know that I do this quite frequently. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this story.
Isabella Swan x Emmett Cullen
Flashback – Forty-eight years earlier
“Isabella,” Victoria smiled grimly, the tips of her elongated incisors peeking through her lips.
“Victoria,” I nodded.
“I assume you’re not here for a lovely chat?”
“You assume right. I have something to ask you,” I said.
“Ask away,” Victoria nodded me forward.
“Can you kill me?”
“Don’t you just get strait to the point?” Victoria snorted sarcastically.
“I have nothing to live for anymore. The Cullens left, they’re not coming back. Emmett’s not coming back, he never will. All I was to them was a play toy. Something to keep them distracted for a few years,” I scoffed.
“I don’t want to kill you, Isabella. I never really did. The game got tiring after a while. After all, you are just a human. What the Cullens don’t see is that you have so much potential, so much talent waiting to be released,” Victoria smiled at me. “I want to change you.”
“What?”
“If I change you, you have room to grow. Infinite room. Then you can track down the Cullens and capture their attention again. Emmett, if that’s his name, might just find you interesting again. As beautiful as you are now, imagine how stunning you’ll be as a vampire,” Victoria said.
“Only if I’m free to go once I’m changed,” I whispered.
“Of course,” Victoria smiled warmly.
“Do it,” I prompted, and then I was on the ground, Victoria hovering over me.
“Wise decision,” Victoria smirked, and then sank her fangs into my neck, then into my wrists, her cold tongue gliding over the cuts.
“Sleep well, Isabella,” Victoria laughed, and then dashed off into the forest, leaving me to suffer in absolute loneliness.
