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Never Let Go (The Fog)

Summary:

(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!”


Notes:
enjoy. the begining is a little slow but it picks up well, or so i'm told! i would love constructive reviews!


14. Shocks to the System

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Alice sat beside Bella on the bed washing her face with a cool cloth. I sat on the foot of the bed, hoping it was almost over. Wishing I could help her. Take it all away. I was stuck in my reverie when I heard a loud and heavy thud. I looked around to find the perpetrator, but didn't find anything suspicious. I stood up and with more than a little brain haze headed towards the door to investigate. I jumped out of my skin at the sound of a shrill scream and with only the thought of hurrying to help I leaped to the door. Unfortunately my foot was misplaced. Flapping my arms, like a boy insisting he can fly just as any bird, I fought against the helpless moment of imbalance. Conceding to gravity I dropped to the ground like a felled tree, landing hard on my back.

I found my feet quickly and kneeled over beside my sister, trying to comfort her. She was curled up on her side whimpering and crying out intermittently. My hands fluttered over Alice's body trying to find a safe place to land. The only problem: there wasn't one. Nothing was visibly wrong with her, not a scratch. Gingerly I wrapped her in my arms and rubbed her back. I heard Jasper's feet whisper up the steps and swing open the door. Leaning stiffly against the deep, intricate molding running along the door jam Jasper's brow crinkled up in a worried frown. He listened to her quiet whimpering and watched her lashes flutter against her alabaster cheeks.

Fluidly, silently, Jasper walked across the room. He swooped down and lifted her away from me before sitting on the edge of the great bed, cradling Alice in his arms. Once he finished crooning and trying to sooth his unresponsive wife Jasper's head flashed upwards, his eyes focusing on mine.

"What happened?" he asked harshly. Jasper continued to berate me with question after question evidently I would admit to knowing exactly what had happened and how to relieve her evident pain.

It was after I became frustrated enough to throw my hands up in mock surrender and nearly yell, "I don't know, stop blaming me!" that Alice let out a blood-curdling scream, and opened her eyes.