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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!


19. Dangerous Surfs

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Waves crashed one on top of another, over and over. The wind whipped my hair furiously and the water sprayed against the jagged rocks that protruded from the sea. It looked as if someone had placed them every 15 feet to ensure death to anyone insane enough to actually try to surf these waters. Alice had said it would be the perfect storm for catching some great waves, but I wasn't so sure.

"Why are you just standing there, Bella? Let's go!" Emmett fairly radiated excitement.

"After you," I smiled. I pictured Emmett lining up to jump off a cliff. All one would have to do is to tell him what a wild ride the fall would be.

"You're not actually scared are you, Bella? I do believe that goes against the vampire code of conduct." Emmett joked. "You'll just have to get out there. You won't get hurt. Perfect balance comes with the fangs and bloodlust, its kind of a package deal."

I turned away from the ocean and looked at Emmett, raising my eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure I didn't get the deluxe package, Emmett." I muttered.

"Ugh. Bella?" He walked forward and shoved the smaller of the two surf boards he was holding into my arms.

My arms instinctively wrapped around it to keep it from knocking me over. "What?"

Emmett looked me in the eye and just when I'd decided to prod him again, he spoke. "Trust me."

Yes, trust the insane vampire who plans to paddle off into his doom, great idea! No... trust my brother. "Okay." I said, lifting my surf board and running behind him trying to mimic his movements.

Not five minutes later I was a pro. Emmett was right: surfing was easy for a vampire. With a photographic memory I had merely needed to watch Emmett and Jasper make a couple of passes and then I was right out there with them in the middle of the storm, ridding all of the biggest waves. I was feeling pretty proud, pretty slick, as I swiveled my feet to cut right in front of Jasper.

I bent my knees to embrace the waves and gain more speed. Trying to get out of way because Jasper was going down. At the last second, roaring with laughter, he pushed against his board with his feet and lunged for me. Catching me around the waist we fell and then were both swallowed up as the monstrous wave overtook us.

I remembered not to breathe in. I didn't need the air and any water would be uncomfortable. My body rolled head over heels as I let the waves push me, hoping the strap that connected my board to my heel remained intact. Suddenly Jasper was there swimming beside me.

He was smiling cheesely at me. He began swimming towards me like a turtle. I swam away from him and to the top. By time he reached me my arms were wrapped around my stomach I was laughing so hard. Jasper's head popped up through the water so that I could see only his forehead and eyes. I couldn't stop laughing: he looked like a drowned corpse: wet hair plastered down on purely white skin. He even had purple eye shadows and blue lips - we were planning to feed on the way home. Jasper made it worse, he lunged forward again and catching me quickly, his fingers tickled expertly.

"Uncle, uncle!" I cried.

"Nope." He replied casually. "I'm not your uncle, silly, I'm your brother. The one who you took out showing off your mad skills, remember?"

"I remember." I grinned. He started in on the tickling again and I gasped for unneeded air, uselessly pushing his hands away.

He stopped laughing when a full galloon of water smacked him across the face, and directly into his ear. Jasper let go of me and plunged his finger into his ear, tilting his head to the side. After a moment he looked up and growled at Emmett who sat on his own board, floating. The sea was semi-calm for a moment as we happened to be in-between waves.

"What happened to your boards?" Emmett asked. Barely controllig his laughter as Jasper tilted his head again this time pounding the other side with his fist to get the water out.

"Uhm. They're gone..." Jasper and I stretched up to see if they were visible but they had disappeared.

"Well there's one of them," Emmett called out pointing to where I could now see a large rock and floating around it were a couple of the bigger splinters that had once been Jasper's silver and orange surf board.

"Yes, there they are!" I smiled. Emmett and Jasper looked at me and then we all burst into laughter.

"Wanna race?" Jasper asked me.

"You're on! Underwater or above? Emmett, are you coming?"

"Not me, I'll meet you up there," Emmett said. His eyes were already on the wave building and surging towards us. "This one looks like a killer; I'll be there as soon as I ride this last one."

"Okay," Jasper grinned. "You can swim anyway you like, Bella. On the count of 3! 1, 2, Bella! That's called cheating!" He yelled into the air. I was already gone, and a third of the way to the beach.

When I did reach the beach I slapped my hand down on the sand, clearly proclaiming my arrival, and then whipped around to watch for Jasper. I waited a good three seconds, my eyes scanning the tumultuous surface. It shouldn't have taken him that long to catch up. That's when I heard his laughter ring out from behind me. Jasper was perched above Emmett's Jeep parked about 15ft. from the shore.

Jasper grinned, "I win." He jumped down and then ran over to me. I stood up and we watched as Emmett rode the largest wave I had ever seen. Emmett's knees were bent as he directed his board expertly weaving. He rode the wave at its peak where it was strongest despite the fact that it was heading towards the cove and not to where we were parked at the beach. Jasper and I ran down the shore so that we could watch him.

The cove was a secluded area. A C-shaped cut in the landscape making a hollowed out area which happened to have jagged rocks 10 to 15ft high shooting up through the water. I could see that underneath there was also a rocky bottom with some of the peaks poking through the water's surface. The cove looked mean.

My gaze flew to Emmett and then back to the cove he was just now speeding into, the cove that was more rock than water. My eyes flew back and forth rapidly until I couldn't take the suspense. I didn't want to watch Emmett's lethal fall. I squeezed my eyes tight, but when i heard a shout they flew open involuntarily. Emmett was maneuvering his way through his precarious surroundings deftly. He was nearly safe. Another jagged peak jutted up through the water but was hidden from Emmett's view. Cloaked in the shadow of its much taller evil brother. And Emmett turned right towards it.

"No" I shouted, flinging my arms out as if I could push him out of its way. "Emmet!"

Emmett stepped off the side of his surf board, keeling over as if he had fainted. He struck the side of a jagged cliff. For a moment I pictured George of the Jungle swinging on vines before striking a tree. He always imbedded himself in it and left a man's shaped imprint on it - not unlike Emmett had just done. It would have been comical if the hard rock had been the soft bark of a tree... or if Emmett were moving.

Instead of the pebble he would have tussled with Emmett had stepped off his board just in time to land against a cliff face.

Jasper turned to me, shock and fear written all over his face. "Isabella," he whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear him through the wind. "What have you done?"