Bella's back, fresh out of Juvie, a plan in her mind. She had spent every waking moment figuring out what the Cullens where and now she was positive she knew.
After finding a way to be at Micah's party, Bella deliberately cuts herself, expecting on...
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Driving down the empty street, Micah's hands gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned an unhealthy shade of white. Then and only then did he loosen his grip.
Unknown to him, his eyes where glowing that brilliant blue. His veins too, they lit up like a Christmas tree. Only he didn't notice because they where covered up by his clothes. He did feel himself getting hot though.
Clearing his throat, Micah took his foot off the gas and slowed the car down. Now driving the speed limit, Micah opened his window and tilted his head out so the breeze hit him in the eyes.
If Micah was being honest, he didn't think Jessica was going to react as bad as she did. Biting his lip, he couldn't help but worry if it would be the same with Angela. He really hoped not.
Suddenly his foot slammed down on the brakes when a certain brunette practically jumped in front of the car, her hair messy and wild. "What the.." opening his door, he slowly walked over, while his eyes turned back brown, "Bella?"
Bella looked up at her brother like he was some sort of God, "Micah!" She cried in relief, jumping into his arms, "Micah there's something in the woods," she cried, crocodile tears pooled in her eyes.
"What are you doing in the woods?" Micah asked instead, trying and failing to get his sister off but surprisingly, she had a very strong grip for such a small girl.
"I wanted to spend the day with you, but no one told me where I could find you," she cried, "So I called Jake and he said you was at Sam's house. But I didn't know where that was so I started walking towards Jakes in hopes of finding you that way but I got lost!" Her hands gripped at the lapels of his jacket.
"Okay," he mumbled with uncertainty, "let's get you home shall we," gripping her arm, he went to lead her towards the car when he suddenly felt a very sharp sensation in his abdomen.
Gasping, he looked down to see the handle of something sticking out of him. "Bella?" He gasped, coughing up blood and spitting it onto the ground.
Bella walked forward and yanked the knife out of her brother before stabbing him again and again and again.
Micah dropped to the floor with a strangled cry of pain. His hands desperately putting pressure on his wounds but he only had two hands. He couldn't cover all of them.
Tears streamed down his face, "Why?" He asked through his pain. As Bella walked forward, a vindictive smile on her lips, Micah tried to shuffle back.
"Because..." she drawled out, twirling the knife between her blood covered fingers, "You stole the Cullens from me. They where mine and you just waltzed in and took them! They where my chance at living for ever and you stole that from me! How could you do that to me! Your sister!"
Micah shook his head frantically, his vision constantly changing from colours to black and white as he lost to much blood, "I didn't steel anyone," he cried, "it wasn't my fault!"
Micah let out a small scream when Bella jabbed the knife into his shoulder, "I'm sorry!" He cried, "please, I don't want to die! I'll stay away just please!"
Bella let a smirk slip onto her lips, "You should have thought of that sooner," bringing the knife down, she slashed and sliced until there wasn't a mark on his chest that wasn't cut open. "See you in hell," she spat.
Strutting past, she clambered into his car, pulled it in reverse and drove off, leaving Micah to bleed out in the of nowhere.
"Help," Micah whimpered, "Please," his breathes became shortened pants, his hands desperately trying to stop the blood from leaking through his fingers.
Micah knew he was going to die, for one he wasn't in any pain. And two, all sounds became void. He couldn't hear a thing. So he didn't hear the pounding footsteps getting closer and closer.
His vision blurred so much that he might have been in darkness at that point. A large silver wolf whined loudly, his nose nudging the unresponsive teen.
Shifting back, Paul was quick to change into the clothes he had hanging around his neck. Pulling his phone from the bag, he called an ambulance while cradling the teens head in his lap.
