L'heure bleue, the blue hour: Rosalie and Emmett didn't wait until September to return to Forks. Instead, they came back in August -- and, unfortunately for Bella and the other Cullens, they didn't come back alone. Bella and Rosalie get thrown together when a new and unexpected enemy arrives in Forks. When their freedom -- and their lives -- are in danger, can Rosalie's animosity last? Set Post-Twilight; it's my version of the events following that novel. Pre-New Moon.
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I know I sound a little repetitive, but I honestly never imagined that something like this could happen.
Never in my wildest dreams had I ever thought that I would be flying through a small forest, fleeing for my freedom, running from a… a monster who wanted nothing more than to end my pitiful existence as a human. But I was, and I just couldn’t believe it.
Not that I should have been surprised, really, not when my second family was comprised of a coven of civilized vampires. But the Cullens weren’t monsters and I more than trusted than my life; in fact, I owed my life to all of them. In the past eight months, ever since I’d first met and fallen for the youngest of the Cullens, each of them had had a hand in saving me at least once.
Including Rosalie. And, surprisingly enough—especially to me—she was currently in the middle of trying to do so again.
As stubborn as she was gorgeous, Rosalie was running with me, for me, convinced we could make it out of the woods together. It was due to her speed that we were flying, and her strength that I hadn’t been left behind already. Mimicking the way I normally traveled with her brother, I was clutching to Rosalie, riding upon her slender—and deceptively strong—back. In spite of my nerves and my fear, I made sure not to muddy her clothes with my shoes. If we survived, I’m sure I would hear all about that later.
If… Now, that was a pretty big if, I had to admit. We’d had a head start and we knew the surrounding area better than him, but those were our only advantages. He was quick, he was smart, and, above all, he was determined. Not to mention that he didn’t have a useless human slowing him down, I thought guiltily.
I wished more than ever that Edward was here with me, that it was him who was carrying us through the dense trees and the slick grass. But it wasn’t—and he had no idea what sort of trouble Rosalie and I were in.
At least I wasn’t alone. She was with me, she was helping me, and that meant more now than it ever had before. Me and Rosalie… I never would have imagined that, either.
It was stifling in the woods, the humidity unbearable. I felt like I was trapped in a cocoon, the muggy heat and the sticky damp surrounding me in such a way that I couldn’t break through. Even the wind rushing by us did nothing to help beat the heat. What I wouldn’t have given for one of Forks’ ever present rainstorms to come and, if we were lucky, help wash away our scents.
I glanced behind me, my fearful eyes wide and searching. Despite Rosalie’s bravado, I was afraid. He would be here soon, I was sure of it.
I turned my head around, not wanting to see what threatened to appear behind us. Panic overruled my motion sickness—I would also have to remember to be sick later. I turned my head around, and, regardless of my overwhelming dread that he’d catch us before long, I tightened my arms around Rosalie in support—all of a sudden, I wasn’t so certain that we were entirely doomed.
Though I’d only traveled this path once before, and it had been at a dizzier pace because Edward had been the one running, I knew that we were almost out of the trees. We were almost back at the car. We just might make it. The tightness in my chest seemed to lessen just a smidge as I closed my eyes in relief. It had been such a stupid and reckless idea to come here. Edward was going to kill me when he found out what I’d done.
Regardless of how Edward—and Emmett—would react to our carelessness, I couldn’t wait to get back to the sanctuary of the Cullens’ house. It would mean safety when we were all locked behind the thick walls of the hidden white fortress. We never should have left it.
I was imagining the utter relief I would feel back at the Cullens when Rosalie abruptly stopped. She stopped, whirling around as she let loose with such a horrific snarl that I suddenly remembered that she was just as dangerous as our pursuer was.
I opened my eyes, almost unwillingly, and I knew right away why she was so defensive.
He’d found us.
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