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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!

17. You...

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"You left," I murmured.

"I've only come back to talk to you." He said calmly, quietly.

"Edward-" but I didn't know what to say. I didn't understand. I vowed not to beg him to stay. ‘Now and forever,' he had spoken those exact words in his vows, promised them to me dozens of times. Yet this wasn't the first time he had left me. What a liar, a too faced son-of-a-bitch.

"I can't do this right now." I cried out half too him and half in protest against my raging emotions. I lifted my hand out to point at him. "I'm too... your just... No." My hand flapped down against my thigh. I was breaking down. I started shaking my head, in the age-old way of denial, and resumed my pacing.

Every muscle in my body was tightened, and I hated it, the complete pressure gripping my whole body. Shoving my hand through my hair I closed my eyes. "Just give me a minute. Don't leave, I just need a second. I can't handle this. You... and this," I said, pointing at myself.

"I'm sorry Bella. I wish I could take back this past week, but I can't. It wasn't supposed to be like this." Edward's heartfelt murmur was out of place. Why wasn't he beside me, taking me into his arms and kneading out all of my problems? He seemed cool and distant.

Not again. This is bad.

"Your right, it wasn't." With that I turned and bolted, slamming out the back door. I hoped he would stay and wait for me to calm down. With a growl I decided to beat him senseless if he didn't.

I only need a minute. I promised myself. Just one minute to concentrate on relaxing my body, and satiate the dryness inside. I thought that if I could run, and breathe fresh air I could clear out all of the emotions rushing around inside of me. Emotions were crashing over me, one after the other, each diverse and forceful.

Get a hold of yourself. I ordered. I finally opened my eyes to see where I was. The view was breathtaking from the top of this hill, or was it big enough to be a mountain? I climbed up onto a boulder wind-whipped perfectly to make a perch for my malfunctioning body.

Legs pulled to my chest, arms wrapped around them, I settled my chin on my knees, and rocked to calm, gazing out at the scenery.

I could see Farleigh in the distance, the sunlight breaking against its silhouette. On the other side a small lake glittered up at me. Reminded by the thought of the lake glittering I pushed the sleeve of my sweater up and marveled at my arm. I turned it in the light, traced my fingers along the length of it. I was amazed, although I shouldn't have been. It was a beautiful porcelain white shining like fresh, crisp snow in the sun.

"Thar ye are, lass." I started. I recognized the voice, even masked by the Scottish brogue.

I used my favorite sense to examine Hymn. You could tell so much just by smelling something. His scent exuded confidence, elegance, and masculinity. It had the perfect edge of softness that filled the air with comfort and intimacy. I started labeling the different scents that mixed to make his. I closed my eyes and breathed in. Warmth. Deep. No, not a smell. Dark spice. Coffee. Lush woods. Leather. Turkish tobacco. And... Passion fruit. I felt triumphant having discovered the last smell that I detected.

Turning my head I watched the man walk down the side of the mountain towards me. His boots brushed through the lengthy grass collecting dew against his boots. Hymns slender hands were stuffed into the pockets of a pair of Levis. Black hair flew about in the wind, fighting the rubber band that held it at the nape of his neck. I wondered if his eyes were still blue, but I couldn't see them. His eyes were downcast, and instead his black feathery eyelashes contrasted against his white skin.

Despite myself I felt the ends of my lips spread into a warm smile. "Hello."

He stopped abruptly. After a moment his dark, brooding face was lightened with a smile. It came like a flash of brilliant lightning, striking in a flash and blinding. I felt the lightning's electricity shoot through me.

"I see they've done the deed, and you're the better for it. A beauty, intoxicating." He pronounced lightly

Hymn leaned up against the boulder beside me, still towering over me. His smile turned mischievous. It was the rogue ‘devil-may-care' smile that Hymn nearly always wore.

"You'll promise me something. You won't speak of this, of us, nor these words we share."

"Was that a question?" I asked, amused. I had totally forgotten about the problems or the emotions of what seemed to be a whole other place, a different world.

"No," except his answer sounded more like ‘Noah.'

I should have guessed at his answer. It came across in his persona, his boldness, and the blunt words. He seemed to think it an inconvenience to explain anything. Apparently because everything made sense in his head; he didn't think anything needed explaining.

"I promise."

He nodded. After a long pause he spoke. "Tis a fine day, but I miss the Scottish rain..." He continued with uncomfortable and senseless talk of the weather. I stared at his face as he spoke, trying to make sense of something, anything.

"Did you mean to come all the way here, from wherever you've been, and then make me promise not to repeat... your weather news?"

He smiled, another bright flash. "Nae."

He turned to me, and implored me with his eyes. It wasn't dazzling, but silent pleading. They were blue. Part sky, part sea.

"I'll ask ye this once." His eyelashes swept down momentarily.

"Come with me. Leave with me now, save yer kin an' come. Isabella, I canna tell ye more. Trust me. It would be for the best."

"Who are you?"

Hymn's eyes widened slightly, then he chuckled.

"Ye dinna ken wha' I am?" He questioned, unable to hide his smile at my assumed blindness.

"You're a vampire." I waved my hands in dismissal, I knew that.

"Why do you have blue eyes?" Curiosity released. What a relief.

"Because you want them to be," he said simply and quickly, as if it was of very little consequence to him. "Come with me." His voice was deep and a little exasperated.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Aye. I'll na bring ye unless ya wanna come." He straightened and stepped away, waiting for my answer. I stared at Hymn. Wondering why it was I felt that I could trust him completely. That was not what made me decide to refuse him. It was Edward. With that thought my eyes flickered to Farleigh. I wondered if he had waited for me, but just as quickly as the thought had come, it left. However, the feeling remained, I would stay.


His jaw tightened and his eyes flickered, but he remained silent. He shook his head, but refused to ask me again or plead his case. "Ye'll be careful then. I'm glad to see you made it through the change okay. I knew ye'd surely do so, yer strong."

"I wanted to help ye through the bending, but I have to go now. Just don't fight it, ye'll only hurt yourself. Speak your mind and ask what you want to when you want to ask it. That should help until you understand how to control it. If something seems too good to be true, it probably is. You'd be bending your own sight."

He started walking backwards back up the mountain where he came from. He smiled slightly, it was the ‘devil-may-care' one this time, I noted.

"You're thirsty. Vegetarian, right?" He paused, and pointed to a line of trees near the water. "Smell him?"

I breathed in and then searched with my eyes for what I smelled. It was a buck, now running towards us. That was odd; I thought animals knew enough to be wary of vampires. However the buck bounded up the hill, and as he neared, liquid pooled in my mouth. He stood a few feet away. I could hear the rush of blood through his veins, could nearly feel the warmth of it. I imagined the chewyness of his skin, how the blood would shoot into my mouth. The levee breaks, the water floods.

My muscles tightened. Ready to spring into action, my mind sped with tactics. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the rush. Hymn turned away and faded away. The fog seemed to lift from the deer's mind and he looked at me with startled eyes. He bolted. Too late. I leaped from my crouched position on top of the boulder, and landed on his back. I sat on his back, my arms wraped around his neck, enjoying the ride. The buck ran at neck-breaking speeds, leaped over rocks, while trying to buck off his predator simultaneously. I let go of his neck and threw my arms up in the air, laughing and whooping loudly.

I was confident in my ability to maintain balance. However, I hadn't taken into account the deer's ability. The deer's hoof landed atop a rock which shifted and sent us tumbling to the ground.

I didn't have any thoughts at first. My mind was blank for a few moments, too slow to keep up with instinct. Teeth tugging against the dead buck's broken neck, I nursed out every drop of thirst quenching deliciousness.

After another twenty minutes of hunting I turned towards the house. My sense of direction is impeccable. Haha. That won't work. There is no way to distract yourself from this any longer. Slowly, carefuly, I opened the door and entered Farleigh, knowing Edward had waited for me. I could smell him immediately.

Well, here we go.