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Finding Him

One shot story. Read it to find out what happens.

I just started randomly typing and it came out as this story.

1. Chapter 1

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“Hello,” I called into the large empty house. There was no answer, so I walked inside cautiously. It was clear by the white sheets over the furniture that they weren’t coming back soon.

Walking up the stairs, I realized what a bad idea this was. Sure, I would remember them better, but leaving would just kill me. I would definitely have to face some nightmares tonight. Part of me wanted to turn back and go home, but I knew that if I wanted to keep my memories, I would have to keep going. Being in their house was like finding a missing part of me. I didn’t need it, but I wanted it and leaving it would hurt. This house was like one of my limbs, no, it was more important. It was a kidney. I could live without it, but it would be hard on the rest of me (or my other kidney).

Finally, I reached my destination. I pushed the door open soundlessly and crept inside. The room was almost like I remembered it. I slowly pulled the dusty white sheet off of the black leather sofa and let it fall to the floor. I stepped over the sheet, sat on the sofa, and looked around the room. The CD’s were missing, but otherwise, that was all that was different.

I looked out the wall sized window and stared out into the night. It felt wrong to be here without them. I missed them, I missed them badly. I felt a small droplet trickle down my face, and then realized that I was crying. I wrapped my arms around my middle and gripped my sides. I couldn’t hold in the tears anymore. I laid myself down gently and rolled over onto my stomach. Burying my face into my arms, I let the tears fall.

I wasn’t sure when I fell asleep, but I remember waking up. An incredible fire was burning inside of me. I couldn’t stand it. I let out a blood curling scream, then another. No matter how loudly I screamed, or how much, the fire wouldn’t lessen. I don’t remember much of what happened those three days, but I do remember the pain. I don’t know when I blacked out or woke up, but I remember the end of the last day.

I wasn’t breathing or moving. The pain made everything impossible. I managed to stay conscious for a long time, but the whole time I was awake, I wished I wasn’t. Then, I felt myself moving. I was gripped in incredibly strong arms and moving very quickly. It was faster than any human could manage. We were running.

A few minutes later, I was laid down. I heard voices, but couldn’t understand what they were saying. A few minutes later, I heard a loud bang, like a door being flung off its hinges and into a wall perhaps, and a worried discussion.

“Carlisle,” Edward asked. “Is she dead?”

“I’m not sure,” a calm voice replied, “but she certainly isn’t alive.”

“How could something like this happen?” Edward asked. The pain was evident in his voice.

“Victoria,” was Alice’s hushed reply. Then, someone was kneeling over me.

“Bella, can you hear me?” Carlisle asked. I tried to reply, but couldn’t find my voice or the strength to move.

“Bella,” Edward called franticly. I wanted to respond, but somehow couldn’t.

“Bella,” he cried, “Don’t die! You can’t! Please, no!”

“It’s okay,” I found the strength to whisper. “I’m here. I’m not dead. Don’t worry… Edward.” I winced as his name came through my lips.

“Bella, I love you.” Edward said.

“I know,” I replied. “I love you too.”

“I’m sorry we left,” he whispered. “It was-”

“No,” I cut him off. “You don’t have to apologize. I forgive you.” Then, I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I was a vampire who belonged to Edward forever.