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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!

5. Ushered In by the Beating Drum

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Ba-Bum Ba-Bum Ba-Bum I loved that sound, it was so soothing. I snuggled my head closer to Bella's chest and silently listened to her heart beat; being careful to move slowly so that I didn't wake her. Ba-Bum Ba-Bum The steady beat symbolized the flow of life giving blood...two weeks and I would be required to suck it out of her. Nope, I reminded myself, it would be a little less actually. Two weeks until her birthday, and she was insisting to be changed beforehand. How would I do it? Whether it meant the rest of forever together or not I would be killing her. She would still be Bella, right? She would have the same glorious smell and her beauty would only intensify, but I didn't love either as much as I loved her. Her essence, her personality - the way she loved and laughed, her biting responses, her perceptiveness, the way she moved, how she held my hand at all the right times and her complex, adventurous spirit. Would her nature remain, could it show through the bloodlust? Would I ever be able to give her as much as I had, and would be, taking away from her? Maybe that was why I was so determined to make the transition easy. Why I had already set up our life ahead. We would be living at Farleigh through the transition and the following time. I would have liked to stay in Forks, where everything was familiar, but we couldn't chance the werewolves' reaction when we broke the treaty.

Frustrated and knowing I would hit the same wall of discomfort I tried to stop thinking about it. If I blocked out all of the issues that gave me cause to hesitate and thought only of the outcome, I was thrilled - we would have the happily ever after, for ever after. Our honeymoon was a small taste of the life we could have. Exploring, enjoying, tasting everything the world had to offer us. Still distractedly listening to my wife's heart beat I heard her stomach groan. I decided to run to Ape, a bigger City in France than the small village we were staying in, Saignon. Slipping off the bed I raced around the room trying to find the clothes I had been wearing the day before. I was missing only my shirt when Bella rolled over and sighed.


"I'm sorry, darling - didn't mean to wake you," I whispered. I waited for her to roll over and smile at me, but she didn't. I chuckled and realized that she had been talking in her sleep again.

Oh! My shirt was out on the balcony, I remembered. That was had been interesting last night. Leave it to Bella. Grinning I sauntered over to the balcony and slipped on my t-shirt. With one last look at my sleeping beauty I jumped off the balcony and ran through back streets as fast as I could go all the way to Ape.


I was still caught in that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming. That place where none of your worries exist; where you can surrender yourself to your dreams and glide back into your dreaming slumber. For a moment I thought Edward was all around me, all of the cool softness, but as I awoke I realized it was not Edward but our bed sheets. They were perpetually cool against your skin and so smooth. Mmm...I snuggled deeper into the softness and remembered my dreams. I would miss dreaming after the change. They were always so unrealistic when I was awake, but while dreaming I was blissfully unaware of that fact and I galloped through improbable fantasies.

As I was laying there contemplating the pros and cons of falling back to sleep I felt finger tips gilding over my bare back. They were as cool as the silk sheets but a lot rougher, manly I guess. I didn't move, not wanting to disturb the wandering sensations that floated around over my skin. There seemed to be a thousand feathers concentrated into one spot. After a minuet I reached down to one of the mysterious hands, this one now on my hip, and laced my fingers through it's long slender ones. I rolled over onto my back and the unbound hand moved to my belly. I smiled, my eyes remaining closed. Gentle lips whispered over my smiling ones. Then they began kissing me, ever so lightly. What a gentle kiss, so sweet.

"You've got magic inside your finger tips
Its leaking out all over my skin
Everytime that I get close to you
Your makin' me weak with the way you
Look through those eyes

And all I see is your face
All I need is your touch
Wake me up with your lips
Come at me from up above
Yeaaaa, oh I need you

I remember the way that you move
Your dancin' easily through my dreams
Its hittin' me harder and harder with all your smiles
You are crazy gentle in the way you kiss

All I see is your face
All I need is your touch
Wake me up with your lips
Come at me from up above

Oh baby I need you
To see me, the way i see you
Lovely, wide awake in
The middle of my dreams

And all I see is your face
All I need is your touch
Wake me up with your lips
Come at me from up above

All I see is your face
All I need is your touch
Wake me up with your lips
Come at me from up above
Yeaaaa, oh oh da da da do do do do do
Ahhhhhh, i ..... i need you"

As the lips and free hand, the one I wasn't holding on to, disappeared, my eyes shot open.

The beautiful lips let out a light chuckle. "Did you want to see who you're kissing?"

"No. You smell and feel too good to be anyone else, darling."

"You sound confident."

"I am. I know you."

"Really?" He said doubtfully.

"Mhmm. I'm very hungry, can we take some human time and eat breakfast."

My lover laughed loudly the sound so rich it created a wide smile across my face.

"What's so funny?"

He didn't answer me, but his smile broadened as he handed me a brown paper sack sitting next to him on the bed. I grinned when I saw its contents, a couple of pears, two peaches, a plum some bunches of grapes and a cold sandwich. Do we have abreakfast guest? I can't eat all of this.

"Some for breakfast some for lunch, whatever you feel like," He answered warmly.

"I thought you couldn't read my mind."

"No, but I'm beginning to be able to read your face. Like a book." He chuckled.

I noticed not for the first time how often he laughed and smiled. How sweet and considerate, and generally unconcerned he seemed to be. I hoped it lasted forever. It wouldn't.

The next day...

I officially loved that village. It was so quaint; it sat on top of a tall mountain and was surrounded by many more, all collaborating to paint a beautiful horizon. We, Edward and I, were walking along a cobbled street, hand in hand, when we wandered into a small shop.

"I'm going to look at the French scarves, maybe pick one up for the girls." I said, pointing.

Edward smiled. "They'd love that, especially Alice; she has quite a collection going."

I roamed through the scarves picking them up and discarding them over and over. It's not that they weren't pretty - they were all exquisite, but they seemed to blend into each other. I decided to keep looking, hoping to find some so amazing it stuck out above the rest. Finally finding one that seemed to have a ton of potential I folded it in half twice and tied it into my hair to see if it would be big enough. Where's Edward? He probably walked down to the next shop.

Ugh. I couldn't get the stupid scarf tied right. Giving up I ripped it out and some of my hair came out with it.


"Il faut souffrir pour être elle, oui?" A deep voice rumbled gently from behind me. His voice and tone so smooth the words sounded like a caress. I turned around to talk to the man with a smile ready.

"Pardon?" I said, once I regained my power of speech. The man was breathtaking. What I had unconsciously decided, when turned around, was an older man, turned out to be a beautiful twenty-something - probably around twenty-two? He wore his jet black hair long, letting it's natural wave carry it to his shoulders The first thing I noticed on his face were his piercing eyes, enchantingly dark blue and bright at the same time. His dark hair and bright eyes were only accentuated by his stark skin. He was quite a bit taller than me, his arms and legs long ropes of muscles. All together beautiful, but not as breathtaking as my Edward I thought with only a touch of smugness.

He stood there taking me in with just as much curiosity as I belatedly realized were expressed clearly in my features, as well. "Parlez-vous anglais? Je parle français, tres peu."

"Yes, I speak engish, as well, miss...?"

"Isabella Cullen, and you?"

"My name is Hymn," he said punctuating his name with a slight bow and lifting my hand to brush a light kiss over it. "It's very nice to meet you."

Did that seriously just happen? Who bows anymore, even in France !... He's very interesting.

"-and earlier I asked ‘Il faut souffrir pour être elle' uhm, It hurts to be beautiful. You pulled out your hair, remember?" He explained pleasantly. "Could I help you?" He added, tilting his head in question.

"Oh, could you. I'm not much for shopping."

He smiled a big, full, toothy smile and walked forward to analyze the various scarves. "Well what are you looking for? What is your style? You seem to be the eclectic sort," He said sweeping his eyes up and down my frame.

"Well they're not exactly for me. I need one for my mother; she has a very classical, elegant look. As well as a scarf for each of my sisters, one glamorous and bold, the other bubbly and sweet. All of them are experienced, and as so, they have excellent taste. Although they would no doubt pretend to be thrilled with any scarf because it is a gift, I would love to find the perfect one..." I rambled on to Hymn's back

It took him a lot less time than it would have taken me to find the scarves that were just right for each. It was amazing how well suited they were. Esme's was black silk with dark blue velvet flowers trimming it. Hymn had picked out a red scarf for Rosalie and an unusual scarf for Alice, a combination of purple and red with black velvet pieces embroidered on it.

"But this, it would look stunning against your skin." He breathed. He tied the dark blue scarf around my neck in a very chic knot. It looked perfect and I knew I would never tie it as well again. As he pulled away he casually flicked a cool finger down my jaw and smiled. "Yes, I do have a very good eye. Beautiful."

"I'm sold! I love them, thank you very much." I smiled nodding my good-byes and turning to find the woman who owned the road-side shop.

Walking out into the gray street I began to worry over Edward. I'd thought he would have back-tracked to get me yet he hadn't. Maybe he went back to the B&B. I decided to make the long walk across the village and check on him.

"Are you staying in the B&B up on Yerres rue?" Startled at Hymn's noiseless approach I whirled. I suppose I had been in my own little world. "Well of course you are it's the only one in this dot on the map. Would you mind if I walk along with you?" he continued.


"Have you tasted Madame Ermont's ice cream, yet?" He asked pointing a finger down the street we were passing. "It's the best anywhere, trust me. You should try it." Seeing that I wasn't opposed to a cone he lightly tugged on my elbow. "Come along, it's on me."

Ice cream didn't sound bad. It was quite hot out though the sun wasn't bright, thankfully for Edward. Deciding to try Madame Ermont's so-called delicious ice cream I turned and headed down the smaller alley with Hymn.

"Bella!?" Edward called. I turned around to see Edward jogging up to where I stood beside Hymn.

"Where were you?" I asked him momentarily forgetting our audience.

"I forgot my wallet." He lied. I had seen him pick it up before we left, knowing that this would be one of our last chances to pick up a gift for the Cullens.

"Oh, okay. Edward this is Hymn, Hymn Edward." I joked. I felt a lot of tension and I didn't know the reason for it, for all the formality suddenly imposed. Both Edward and Hymn stood up straight and if I wasn't mistaken Edward's smile was more a barring of teeth.

Edward leaned over and growled in my ear, "Let's go." Straightening he nodded to Hymn and said something that probably meant goodbye but I wasn't listening. What is wrong? What happened? Is it Hymn or something I don't know about?

Edward had his arm wrapped around my shoulders propelling me forward in as fast of a walk as he could get away with through the people-studded village roads.

When we were out of the down-town area Edward turned into an alley way and told me to jump on his back so that he could run. Silently I did so tucking my head into his neck and holding on as questions ran through my head. I was forming scenarios in my head of what could have happened and what the outcome would be. As time went by the scenarios became worse and worse, the outcomes more horrific. What if something happened to the Cullens? or Charlie? I knew there was a chance that nothing was wrong. Edward did have a bad habit of overreacting. Yes, that's it! my mind assured me. Maybe he thought I was being too friendly with Hymn or maybe he had lost me and panicked, although that was a stretch for Edward. He had once found me in a city without any clues but that I was definitely somewhere in the city. That time when I went shopping with Jessica and Lauren for dresses for the school dance. The silence ate at me.

"Bella, pack. We have to leave. Now!" Edward set me down in the middle of our room at the B&B and started gathering up our bags and clothes, letting curse words stream from his mouth. This is bad, the voice in my head warned.