Never Let Go (The Fog)
(Previously The Fog) My heart stopped, the world stopped, and then in a rush it flooded back. My mind buzzed with thoughts as I ran as fast as I could, knowing I was too late. I could smell it too now. My nostrils flared and my knees buckled underneath me, an all too human feeling. My breathing coming in frantic sobs, I finally made it. I threw myself at the heat, like a sacrifice on the altar. I roared against the flames against the voice in my head. But the velvet couldn’t be drowned out, “Bella, What if I can’t save you? What if I’m the super-hero and the bad guy?” I screeched in defiance at the flames. My body wouldn’t stand the inferno much longer, but I didn’t leave. Then I saw it, my proof, and I finally allowed the strong cool hands to pull me from the fire. After the wedding and Bella’s change Edward and Isabella are looking forward to their happily-ever-after, forever. But fate doesn’t like to be predictable. Full of never ending questions, intense suspense, and drama The Fog definitely questions the picture-perfectness of Breaking Dawn. "I love it!" "This is a fantastic story..." "intense" "well written..." “I’m waiting for an update on the edge of my chair!”
enjoy. the begining is a little slow but it picks up well, or so i'm told! i would love constructive reviews!
10. The Visitor
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I watched Bella smile in her sleep and wondered what she was dreaming about. Snuggling my head into the crook of her neck I waited. I breathed in every scent and memorized every feeling, every sound. We were about to jump into the unknown and I was holding on to my life boat as tightly as I could, with everything I had.
Dog. The scent and the rush of thoughts hit me simultaneously. Sam Uley was a couple of miles out and he wanted to talk to Carlisle. He was growling something about trespassers and treaty breakers. He was furious, nowhere near his usual restrained and rational manner.
Jasper was at the door and talking loudly before I could stop him. "Edward, let's go." Bella opened her eyes and rolled over to look at Jasper.
"What's going on?"
"Nothing. Go back to sleep, I'm not going anywhere." I said quickly.
"Sam Uley has crossed the border and is demanding an audience. He will be here shortly." Jasper said, quietly now.
I glared at Jasper, but Bella smirked up at me and dissolved my disposition.
Everyone was gathered in the living room when Sam arrived. Esme opened the door slowly and smiled hospitably. She welcomed him into our home, and Sam just strutted in. His steps light and cautious, but firm.
His eyes roved through the Cullens and then landed on Bella. His eyebrows pulled together in a glare as he stared at her. Dipping into his thoughts I discovered that Jacob had run and never returned home. He blamed Bella for leading Jacob on and then crushing him. I growled and then listened as his thoughts turned. Jacob was my brother and he's gone. He's alone and that slut is standing there with her arm wrapped around the blood-sucker looking for the world like a cat that's licking her lips after drinking her fill of a bowl of milk. She crushed him and she doesn't even care. She doesn't deserve Jacob anymore. She's changed so much. The second that blood-sucker bites her they'll be wiped out of Forks. We can take them.
So he had lost a brother and believed that Bella was the reason? That was understandable, but Sam should have known better than to threaten my Bella. Taking a step forward I positioned myself in front of her and bent my legs, crouching slightly. Bella placed her hand on my back, attempting to hush my low growls.
Sam continued to glare at Bella, his eyes harsh enough to pierce her skin.
"Is he," Bella hesitated. Her head swept down and she licked her lips as she stared at the floor. "Is he okay?" she whispered, the words coming out on a choke.
"You don't have to pretend to care. It's your fault. You ripped his heart out and spat on it." Sam's voice started out scathing, but as he continued it turned mournful. "He loved you, Isabella. He's gone. He ran. The pack searched for him, but we couldn't find him."
"And that's it! You're just going to leave him?"
"You mean like you did?" Sam paused, "no, he knows his way home and he's welcome back. When he finds the strength he can come home to us. We are waiting for him with open arms," Sam said pointedly.
Bella didn't speak. She didn't know what to say. Sam had basically just told her not to stick her nose where it didn't belong, that she had forfeited her hold on Jacob and it was none of her business.
"Sam what brings you to our home?" Esme intervened.
"This," he said, holding up some foliage ripped from the forest floor.
Sam was swallowing his pride to come to us. I knew that without reading him. Apparently he had been tracking a vampire passing through their side of the line frequently, but the pack had never come close to seeing him.
"It's a scent. None of the pack recognizes it, but it reeks of blood-suckers. He's quick and smart... for a leech." Sam passed the trace to Emmett who was standing closest. Emmett lifted it to his nose and sniffed. Shaking his head he passed it to Rosalie. The trend continued until it reached Bella and I. Because she was closest, she reached for it and sniffed first. I laughed.
"What does it smell like?"
"Mmm. Plants?" Bella grinned and handed it to me, an eyebrow raised in question.
The smell was faint but unmistakable. I straightened immediately and cursed. I felt paralyzed. Thoughts bombarded my head, but this time they were all mine. I was so confused, indecision racking through me.
"Edward?" Jasper asked his voice near a yell to break through my fogged state.
I glanced up at him and then down at Bella. She looked so worried. I swung my arm out and pulled her to me, crushing her to my chest. I'll take care of you. I promised her silently.
"Sam how often have you traced this scent?"
"He has crossed our land three times and each time he's passed before we catch up to him. With your permission we will chase him down across the border and get rid of him ourselves." Sam's voice betrayed his words. He didn't care for our permission, but his head was insisting on keeping the peace.
"He won't return."
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