Chapter 20

It was simple, head to Arizona, James will probably trick me into thinking he has Lilith or maybe my parents, then I'll head to the ballet studio and BAM! I fight back a bit, let him throw me around a bit, and then the Cullen's come and finish him off. See? Simple as a pentagram, and they don't suspect a thing. Unless Jasper spills the beans or something.

"No, no. Bella, Bella. Bella! Shut the hell up before you kill yourself from hyperventilating. Edward wouldn't like that okay? Ok. Now listen I need you to just.........." I spoke to Bella while I sat on a couch in an Arizona hotel. Jasper paced back and forth in front of me while we waited for Alice to arrive.

The plan had gone similar to what happened in the movie. Except this time, Jasper went with me on his back and Alice stayed back to make sure Bella was fine and the others got James off our trail. Hmmm, if only I could kill that basterd. Make my life more interesting.

The door flew open and Alice came zooming in. Jasper stopped pacing and turned to her while I quickly said goodbye to Bella and hung up. We looked at her expectantly.

"We lost James for now, so, we figured you could come back to Forks and we'll figure out something there, with everyone." Alice looks at us for an ok. We nod and her and Jasper head out to check us out.

Once the door shuts, I pull my phone out again and wait for the call. I ponder everything that's happened so far, it seems like only yesterday. And I haven't even met Jacob! Oh well, I'm not much of a werewolf person anyway, buuuut, it would be cool to at least meet everyone....... Whatever, I'll meet them all at some point, I will be here for the whole series.

I sigh and jump slightly as my phone rings. Bingo. Time to play dumb.

"Hello?"

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"Ya, buenas noches. Adios," I mutter as I slam the door to the cab and the driver speeds away. He was a creepy old man in his late seventies with missing teeth and a couple of gold teeth. You can say it was a long ride. Especially when all he did was stare at me. Shudder.

I sigh and head up the steps to the ballet studio. I have actually taken ballet lessons when I was a kid. It was the most horrible experience ever, probably because I'm a tomboy. And my parents gave me actual Ballet, as in those damn pick tu-tu's and dresses and shit. It was the real deal. None of that awesome hip-hop. Nope, mother was hoping doing Ballet would bring out the girl in me. It didn't work, obviously.

I opened the door, pretending to be the cautious, and naïve girl I was suppose to be. Hesitantly, I shut the door behind me and took a couple of steps foreword.

"Lilith," I call out softly at first, then louder and more confident and I start wondering around. After a few minutes when no one answers, I stop calling and come to a stop in the middle of the studio, calling out to James, "alright! The jigs up! Show yourself and let's get a move on. I got things to do, people to see and places to go."

"Mhhh, sassy are we? I like it."

Barf.

A somewhat evil laugh rings out through the studio and I have the urge to barf. Ok, this guy sounds like a crazed maniac here. And why am I here again with a complete psychopath? Oh ya! Because I am a trying to save a freakin human that puts all her trust into a damned vampire! That why!

You know, that gives me a great idea on how to deal with New moon. No, shut up Clary, think later. You're about to almost die here! Focus.

Bringing my attention to the psychopath in front of me, I play it cool and pretend I'm out for a tourist attraction.

"So what's up motherfu-" I start but James cuts me off.

"Ah ah. A little girl like you shouldn't be cussing like that," he says with fake disappointments. I snort.

"Please, you ain't my daddy. And honestly, I don't think you could care whether or not I cuss or not. Besides, I don't use the F word."

He nods. "Right."

"You know, you look A LOT better on TV, you know?" I say suddenly with raised eyebrows. James hisses at me.

"You're one of them aren't you?" I freeze. Wha-what the hell is he talking about?!

"Excuse me!" I say, my voice raising and octave. He smirks and leans back.

"You really don't know do you?"

"Apparently not! Seeing as I'm have this conversation with you bitch!" I hiss. James shakes his head as he makes a tsk sound. Before I can blink, he's in front of me and my head slams against the wall while his hand tightens around my neck.

"Now what did I say about cussing young lady?" he says with a disapproving look.

"Y-you....s-said," I start sputtering, "r-roses a-a-are red, v-violets are b-blue, I have five f-fingers, and the middle ones for you." I cough, but manage to get out a smirk.

James sucks in a breath as he glares at me and tightens his grip on my neck, making me cough and gasp for air even more.

"You will die! You bitch!" James hisses.

"Look who's cussing now!" I gasp and James roughly grabs my arm and rips of the sleeve of my leather jacket. I hiss at him. I will kill him.

He bits down on my wrist and I scream out in pain. I struggle against him, but it only seems to make it worse. I shake my head violently, trying to clear my head when the answer slaps me in the face. YOU ARE A WITCH MORON! USE YOUR GODDAMN POWERS!

Oh ya.

Summoning up my energy, flames burst from my palms and run up my arms. James screams like a girl -I would have laughed but seeing as the situation I'm in, I'll laugh later- and jumps back so quickly, I fall to the ground and the fire goes away.

James runs around the studio screaming, but I hardly spare him any attention as I glance at my wrist. A vampire bite that I know with never go away rests just about my own inflicted scars, I sigh and bump my light headed head against the wood. I bring my arm to my stomach to try and cover it, and struggle to keep my eyes open.

I've lost to much blood. It's no surprise James drank so much because 1) he wanted to kill me and 2) witch blood is very rare and very good to vampires. It's like alcohol to humans.

I groan and mumble incoherent things and wait for the Cullen's to arrive. When they do, James is still running around, screaming, and I'm on the boarder line of conscious. Through heavy eyelids, I see Carlisle and Alice hurry over to me while Edward, Emmett, and Jasper deal with James. Who finally -and thankfully- shuts the hell up.

"Clary! Clary! Come on don't leave us now!" Alice says shaking me slightly.

"There's.... A........ Million....... Dollars in...."

"Come on Clary! No time to funny," Alice says with a small smile and tears in her eyes. Carlisle gets to work checking my pulse, only to pause as he sees my wrist before quickly wrapping them up in bandages.

"Only she could find a time to be her hilarious self," Emmett says rolling his eyes, at least, I'm pretty sure he does.

"Jasper, can you pick her up? We need to bring her to the hospital ASAP," I hear Carlisle say. I don't hear a thing after that, except as if I was drowning in water, and I black out.

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Hehe, I updated! I feel so accomplished.

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