Out of the Coffin

Chapter Fifteen

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Chapter Fifteen

Bella

I sat down... and then I stood up... and then I sat down again before I let out a frustrated groan. I didn't know what to do – I didn't have a plan and I wasn't sure how I was going to get out of this mess, let alone how I was going to get Carlisle and Rose out too. This whole plan had turned into a disaster. And what the hell was going on with Stan – he was meant to be in love with Ginny. Clearly, that relationship had turned out to be one-sided.

I shook my head as I stood up from the bed and took a deep breath; I was probably going to regret doing this.

"Stan! Get down here right now you coward!" I screamed as loud as I could, so loud that it hurt my throat. "You owe me an explanation!" I didn't even know if they could hear me, but I had to do something. I listened carefully as my chest heaved, trying to hear the sound of footsteps or any indication that someone was coming.

I couldn't hear anything.

I opened my mouth again – time for round two.

"You're nothing but a liar and a fraud!" I listened again. Nothing.

"How could you go this? Let them kill innocent vampires!" Still nothing... Time to pull out the big guns.

"What about Ginny? She's going to be devastated when she finds out what you've done!" I then heard footsteps – bingo.

The door burst open and Stan entered, looking extremely pissed off.

"Don't you dare say her name!" He and I both stepped up to the bars, Stan's eyes burning with fury.

"Why not? Because it makes you feel guilty?" I smirked and his top lip curled up in anger.

"I don't feel guilty about what I'm doing – she deserves everything that's coming to her. They all do." Stan turned on his heel to walk away

"What have vampires ever done to you?" I asked, trying to work out why he was so angry, why he was so upset with them.

He stopped in his track and turned around, "It's what she won't do." He paused, almost like he was trying to stop himself from telling me something. "She won't change me." He seemed genuinely hurt.

"Have you asked her?" I wrapped my hands around the bars on the cell, watching as Stan turned to face me.

"Of course I have, the second I started to fall in love with her I asked, but she shot me down, told me she wouldn't change me." He shook his head. "I knew then that she didn't want me. She'd let me die of old age and move onto the next human with a dick," he spat.

"Maybe she's afraid that you'd hate her if she turned you and then you changed your mind." Stan shook his head.

"They only want two things from us – one is blood and the other is sex."

"That's not true," it couldn't be. I loved Edward and he loved me. I was sure that if I asked him to change me he would consider it. I'd not thought that far into the future (I had other things to worry about), but I was almost certain that Edward would do it. What was better than spending eternity with the person you love?

"Don't be so naïve," Stan began. "Edward is only using you, and once he's got his fill he's going to leave you. Vampires don't love – they can't."