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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!

12. Teeth

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That's when the fire began, but that's what it was, the beginning. The pain of the tearing and ripping of my skin faded against the pain of Edward sucking at it, pulling blood from my body. It wasn't as if it was just an open wound, because someone was pulling at it, sucking on the raw edges. Torturing me and causing me to buck in an effort to nock him off. My screams were continuous. I was clawing at his face, kicking his body. Let go. Stop, Stop! My mind roared, but my mouth was too confused to form words.

The razor sharp teeth unsheathed themselves from my flesh and Edward growled loudly. It was beastly. Not cautionary as many of them that I had heard, but whole and very scary. As the tears flowed freely from my face my body thrashed and heaved all over the oversized bed. The blood poured from the hole in my neck, combining with my tears to soak the formerly pristinely white comforter. Edward caught one of my flailing arms in a cool vice-like grip and sunk his venom slick teeth into the thin skin. It didn’t hurt as bad; I guess there was less meat to go through.

Pain became a relative term. There was so much pressure. The throbing pulsated untill I started to become numb and everything around me was hazy. It seemed like I was watching a movie in slow motion and very little made sense to me.

It was as I felt the knives bite into my thigh and then release and bite deeper, that I fell away into the darkness I had been wishing for. My body slick with blood.