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!
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I never had been a good actor, and now I was going to try to pull off the hardest scene ever. Edward was driving his Volvo slowly for what seemed like the first time ever. I didn't know if that was a good thing or not. On the one hand it was allowing me to stall, but on the other hand I really wanted to get this over with. I was going to break his heart and this would be the last time I could see him. The change was only days away, I had to do this now and make it seem real. I wanted more than anything to assure him that I was happy and always would be, and that I loved him. No, that's not true. What I really wanted to do was to tell him that I wouldn't be dying in the crash. That I was going to live a very longand incandescently happy life, that I would watch over him and keep him safe. To assure him that I was making the right decision.
"You don't have to go through with this," Edward said. "We could set up the crash as if it happened on your way to Charlie's."
"Edward, he asked me to say goodbye, remember? I need to tell him as much as I can. Or at least show him."
Edward nodded. Leaning over he grabbed my hand and held it. "I'll be there."
We pulled into the driveway and I unconsciously squeezed Edward's hand even harder. He gently let go and sped around the car to pull me out. "Bella, I don't think you'll be able to pull this off if you can't even walk." He told me as I leaned against the car for support. Lost in thought, I didn't hear him. I was remembering my dad. The truck he had bought for me. Making dinner for him; all of the awkward moments and the sweet ones. How concerned he had been when I had turned practically catatonic, how worried he had been when I went to Volterra without giving him a bye-or-leave. With a smile I remembered how much he hated Edward because he thought Edward had hurt his little girl. Him crying when he walked me down the aisle.
"Bella!" Charlie called from the porch; evidently he had heard us arrive.
"Hey. What are you up to?"
"Nothing much. So, did you have fun?"
"Loads," I said with a smile. Reaching the top of the steps I gave my dad a hug and breathed in. He smelled... soothing, like home. No tears, Bella! Don't give yourself away already. No tears, no tears. Good-job.
"Are you picking up stuff for college, Bells?"
"Yeah, clothes and...stuff."
Charlie smiled. "Okay. I was just putting in a frozen pizza. Can you stay for dinner?"
"Edward and I would love to stay for dinner, dad." Charlie raised his head from my face and gazed at Edward. "Nice to see you, Edward." He said, settling his hand on Edward's shoulder and squeezing lightly. Edward smiled slightly, and Charlie took it as a greeting, but it made me wonder what he was hearing in Charlie's head.
"Bella, I'll go get your stuff and put it in your truck. You two go and talk." Edward said. Nodding at Charlie he turned and headed up the stairs to my bed room.
The night passed in easy camaraderie. After Edward had bussed all of my stuff out into my truck he came to sit with us in the kitchen. Together we told Charlie stories from our traveling honeymoon, embellishing the tales to make them colorful stories. At one time we were laughing so hard we started to cry. And eventually the evening had come and past and that was that. It had come and went to leave me in a dark depression.
I excused myself and walked up to my bedroom to make sure that Edward hadn't forgotten anything I would need. I really knew better than that, he hadn't missed a thing, but I wanted to see it again. I don't know why. It was only a little different from what I remembered. The same comforter I had always used was tucked around my bed. The wooden rocking-chair sat in the corner near the same window Edward had climbed through countless times. The time glowed on the alarm clock and the CD player sat lifeless, both in the same place they had always been. There were much fewer clothes hanging in the closet, but that was the only real difference. It was my room, the comforting backdrop to so many unique nights of my life. The night Edward had heard me say that I loved him. The first night he had stayed with me. All of the questions we had asked each other, all of the many conversations and loving kisses. The night Jacob had come to tell me he was a wolf. The night I worried over their safety when Victoria was in Forks. The first night Edward had come home from Volterra. And the night he held me while I cried half of my heart out over Jacob. My mind replayed all of the scenes as if I was watching a movie starring Isabella and Edward Cullen, guest-starring Jacob Black. I shut the door to my room with finality, shutting off one more part of my old life.
"Well, I think we better leave. It's getting late." I said lightly walking back down the steps. Edward and Charlie stood at the foot of the steps near the door.
"Good-bye." Maybe it was the ringing sincerity in my voice or maybe Charlie had a little bit of intuition, but something flashed in his eyes and the worry I saw there almost made me renounce my plans.
"Yeah. Sure thing kid," Charlie said walking us to the door.
Edward turned the handle and opened the front door. The sound seemed so loud. The suction whoosh as it pulled free and then the light creaking as it swung wide. I wasn't ready to leave yet.
Turning I wrapped my arms around Charlie and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you."
"I love you, too. I'll miss you." Charlie said pulling me back and looking into my eyes. "You'll call, won't you? And come visit your old dad?"
I nodded, on the edge of tears. "Yup, of course. Take care of yourself and watch out for Billy. With Jacob having left too you two will have lots of time to go fishing." I didn't know what excuse Billy had made up to tell dad that Jacob had left, but I did know that Charlie knew he was gone.
Edward and I stepped out onto the porch and Charlie stood in the door way. "Ok, then. Well, see you at break. You take care of her there, Edward."
"Yes, sir." Edward said.
Edward and I both walked out to our corresponding cars and climbed in. After Edward pulled out, I did. As I swung the tail out of the drive I noticed the beginning drops of rain on my windshield, how fitting.
"Bye Dad!" I yelled sticking my hand out the window to wave at him. Then I honked and drove my truck down the road behind Edward.
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