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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!


16. Chapter 16

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He left. I waited for the tears to come, the gasping, for my body to buckle, and be weak. But it didn't. Somehow the emptiness and desolation was worse. All I felt was fury and a crushing hurt in my chest. Before, when he had left me I had been horribly sad. Now, it's not that I wasn't sad, but I was furious more.

The sheet tore in my hand, and I looked down at it dumbly. I wanted to yell and rage at my stupid husband, to kick his ass...and then send Edward on his merry little way.

"We should get her outside," Jasper whispered. "She's too angry."

"Let's take her hunting!" Emmett suggested.

"I love being talked about as if I'm not even here." I said sarcastically.

"She has to get dressed first." I glared at Alice. "Oh, sorry. Are you ready to get dressed?" She asked sweetly.

Grumbling I stood and stretched my arms upwards, standing on my tippy-toes, and arching my back. I seemed taller. Walking towards my family, and then following them out the door, I ran my hands down my sides and touched my hair. It was thicker and wavy, as if I had slept the night with velcro curlers I my hair. The color reminded me of chocolate, dark brown flavored with shots of red and gold. My body was much curvier. I looked like one of the paintings of women from ancient Greece. Even my feet were delicately curved. I touched my face. My nose was still longish and slightly rounded at the end. But somehow everything seemed to feel more defined, very decisive.

While everyone else went downstairs I followed Alice down the hall and into Edward and my bedroom. She tossed me a blue button-up sweater, a cream undershirt, and a pair of designer jeans. I caught them easily and gracefully, surprising myself.

Alice stood back, placing her hand on her hip and grinning at me. "Your stunning, Bella."

I laughed. "Are my eyes red?"

She shook her head. "Not yet. You haven't had anything to drink. I'm sure your starving." She walked forward, solemn now. Placing her hand on my cheek she smiled uneasily. "Everything's going to be just fine, you'll see." Suddenly bubbly again she winked and then sauntered off.

I dressed quickly and walked down the hall to the landing. I started walking down the stairs and then changed my mind. Going back up I put my hand on the rail and then leaped over, landing in a crouched position like a cat on the back of the sofa. I smiled. What a rush! I stood up and turned around, just in time to see the back door swing shut.

Listening carefully I recognized those light steps as Alice's. She ran walked a few paces and then stopped. Turning she ran around the house to the front yard.

That's when I heard the low purr of a car rounding the curve and making its way up Farleigh's long drive as Alice tapped her foot against the ground impatiently.

"What the hell..." Alice began, just after a car door slammed shut. She was yelling, and decidedly unfriendly.

After five minutes of unsuccessfully trying to hear their conversation Alice stopped whispering and growling. "Damn right," she roared. "Get in there!" and stormed off.

I sat down heavily on the couch. Hoping and yet fearing that it was my friend, my Jake.

The door swung open and heavy footsteps were followed by a quiet thud on the floor.

Oh.