Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

Besotted

By Mama4Dukes

Chapter 06:

Volterra, Italy…

“We are going to Seattle to rescue them!” Caius declared. “Two beautiful single, female vampires should not be forced to defend themselves against zombies alone! Especially, the gun-wielding brunette with perky tits, great smile, and the big, innocent doe eyes.”

“Oh, yes, and I must deliver the former Mrs. Cullen with her long, luxurious caramel colored locks of hair and her pert bottom from the hands of evil. Far be it for me to allow her to endanger herself.”

“Definitely.”

“Will you two stop!” Heidi reprimanded. “Jesus Christ, all you can think about is sex and during a time of crisis, too.”

“We were only thinking of their safety. How they choose to thank us for rescuing them is up to them. Isn’t that right, Caius?”

“That’s right. Now are we going to the United States or what?”

“Yeah, we’re going,” Peter confirmed.

“And we’d better get there quickly,” Alice added as the group headed out of the castle.

Twenty-four hours later…

“Esme, I’m worried. Can we go to Forks and check on my dad?” Bella asked as she took in the surroundings. In one day, Seattle had turned into a city filled with death and destruction. The streets were littered with carnage and there were zombies wandering everywhere. She couldn’t handle having her father turned into a zombie.

“Yeah, we can. We should at least pay the rent first, though.”

I know, it’s a good thing we asked the station manager for an advance in pay in cash before he dropped dead.”

“Definitely.”

The girls walked upstairs and knocked on the owner’s door several times. They heard a groan and a thump coming from inside. Esme tried jiggling the doorknob. It was unlocked, the girls opened the door and caught sight of the now zombie owner and his zombie wife who were slowly making their way towards the door.

“Do we still have to pay rent if they’re dead?” Esme asked.

“Of course not, but I think we should decapitate them.”

“Good idea. Um… I really don’t want to touch them.”

“Hold on, I have an idea.” Bella dashed into the kitchen where she’d spotted a pair of long yellow kitchen gloves. She looked under the sink where she found a second pair and tossed them to Esme. “Okay, you need to teach me how to do this. I’ve never decapitated anyone before.”

Esme nodded her head. “There are three ways to decapitate someone. One is to put one hand on the back of the head and one hand on the front and simply twist. Of course, you want to avoid the mouth area because you don’t want to get bitten. The second way is to place one hand on top of the head and one hand under the chin and yank the head off.”

“That sounds better.”

“Oh, it is. My favorite is Jasper’s way.”

“And what way is that?”

“Ram your fist hard enough for the head to dislodge.”

“That sounds really violent, Esme.”

“Oh, pish posh. This coming from the girl who shot three zombies straight through the brain? Anyway, this is good practice for if you ever run into Edward or Carlisle.”

“True, very true. So, you go first. I’ll watch and go next.”

Esme walked up to the owner and twisted his head off. “Your turn, Bella.”

Bella approached the wife. “Oh, I can’t do it. She was so nice. Remember, she brought us cookies.”

“Bella, she’s a zombie. Besides, we couldn’t eat them and her husband was a perv.”

“I know, but…” The woman grabbed her arm. “Oh!” She shoved her away. The woman’s body flew to the other side of the bedroom; her hand was still hanging onto Bella’s arm. “Gross! Ew!” She flung the woman’s hand into the kitchen.

“Oh, for Christ’s sake!” Esme marched up to the woman and ripped her head off. “Bella, you can’t let personal feelings get in the way. These are zombies, their brains don’t work.”

“Esme, I know he goes hunting from time to time. I’ve seen him with his rifle on Sundays. Do you think he’d notice if we took his rifle?”

“Bella, he’s dead-his head is on the dining room floor and his body is in the living room. Of course, he’s not going to notice. Besides, you’re doing it all in the name of self defense.”

“That’s right and we did try to pay the rent.”

“We sure did. Now grab the rifle and let’s go.”

Bella broke the lock to the gun cabinet and grabbed two rifles and a handgun along with some ammunition. Esme, meanwhile, found the keys to the man’s truck. The girls ran back down to their apartment and each packed a backpack. They locked up their apartment and walked downstairs. Esme headed for the little parking lot behind their building.

“Why are we going this way?” Bella asked.

“Because we’re driving.”

“Driving what? We don’t own a car.”

“We’re borrowing the owner’s truck in the name of safety and security.”

“Wouldn’t it be faster for us to just run?”

“Not with these zombies all over the place. Besides, he’s dead-he won’t mind.”

“Alrighty, we’ll do it your way.” Bella looked beyond Esme. “Um, duck.” Esme squatted onto the ground while Bella fired off two shots and took out two approaching zombies. “I agree. Let’s drive to Forks. Besides, it’ll help to mask our scent from the wolves.”

Two hours later…

“Oh my God! This traffic is so bad. Everyone is leaving Seattle. We like totally should have been in Forks by now-we’re not even on the 101 yet.”

“I know, but it’s nice to be behind the wheel of a car again.”

“Esme, this is a truck.”

“So? It’s still a vehicle. I enjoy driving.”

“Well, we’re not going anywhere now, are we? We’ve been stuck right here, in this very spot for forty-five minutes.”

“You’ve got a good point there. Maybe, you should go out and see what’s holding the traffic up?”

“You want me to get out of the truck, walk on the highway, and see what’s causing the traffic jam?”

“Yes.”

“Esme, we’re on a highway. People just don’t go walking out on a highway.”

“I’m aware of that, but obviously something is causing this backup. You need to go and find out what’s causing it.”

“What if I get hit by a car?”

“You’re not going to get hit by a car, Bella, because we’re stuck! Besides, if you get hit by a car, the passengers in the car are in more danger than you are.”

“Why can’t you do it?”

“Because I’m driving.”

“Fine.” She sighed. “I’ll be right back.” She put a new clip into the gun before opening the door.

“Bella, I think you’re becoming addicted to that gun.”

“It beats having to touch those things.”

“They feel human only colder, and their heads are much easier to remove than a vampire’s.”

“I’ve never removed a vampire’s head before and I hope to never have to. Be right back.”

Bella trekked along the highway at human speed, trying to get a glimpse of what was going on. About two miles into her walk, she climbed onto a guardrail to get a better look. She realized that traffic was backed up for miles and miles ahead of her and she could hear panicked screams in the distance. The screams were becoming closer. A trucker was on his CB radio chatting with some others. All of a sudden he got out of his truck and hollered, “Everyone-move, move, move! The zombies are heading this way from both directions. We’re all sitting ducks if we stay here!”

“Holy shit!” Bella cursed and rushed back to Esme-fighting the crowds in the process. “Esme, we have to get out of here, the zombies are coming from both directions.”

“Alright, let’s go. Get in!”

“Get in? Are you kidding me? There are zombies coming.”

“Yeah, I know. Get in the damn truck, Bella.”

“Okay!”

Esme suddenly turned the wheel and gunned the truck to the right off of the highway. “We’re about a mile away from the Tumwater Boulevard exit anyway.”

“Sure, Esme! You decapitate a couple of zombies and now you think you’re Rambo! Just so you know, this is illegal.”

“Yeah, yeah, and so are stealing guns and trucks from the dead. We are in desperate straits here!”

“Fine, can we just grab our stuff and run to Forks?”

“We sure can,” Esme stated, “just as soon as we outrun the cops that are following us.”

Bella turned around to look. Sure enough there were patrol cars in hot pursuit of them. “I can’t go to jail, Esme! My dad is a cop!”

“Duh! That’s why I’m going to get us out of here.”

“When I was human, you used to be sweet and motherly.”

“Right, and then I grew up and decided to act my age.”

“Look out! Zombies!” Bella cried. A gaggle of zombies were slowly making their way up the road. Esme plowed right through them. “Aaaacccckkkk! What are you doing? You hit them!”

“I know! I heard the thump! Several of them!”

“Just great! Now we can add ‘hit and run’ to our list of crimes!”

“Bella, it’s okay. The cops are doing the same thing. Look!”

Sure enough, the police were doing the same thing. Bella looked a bit closer. “Keep going, Esme. Those aren’t cops! Those are people in a stolen cop car who are just following us!”

“We’re in a stolen truck!”

“I know that! Just get us to Forks!”

“I’m trying! You’re stressing me out!”

“Well, you keep breaking laws, Esme!”