The Prophecy Of The Half Blood
This story takes place afterBreaking Dawn. Bella and Edward can never seem to catch a break as their livesare once again turned upside down. Bella learns of something that couldpossibly tear their happy family apart. The prophecy will soon be divulged.
This story takes place AFTER Breaking Dawn. The originalcharacter’s belong to that of the talented Stephanie Meyer. However, I do ownthe character’s in this particular chapter. They are mine J Ihope you enjoy….more will be posted soon.
1. Chapter 1 - Sally Jennings and the stranger
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Sally Jennings was a smart woman.
Her intellect, which brought her scholarly accolades and the occasional grant, was often to blame for her uncertainty with men. It convinced her that deep down inside no man would ever want marry an amputee no matter how beautiful the rest of her was. Sally Jennings was slight, only five foot four. High cheekbones and long brown hair framed her light blue eyes. Her face bore a single freckle under her right eye. Unfortunately, good looks did little to convince her that she was to be desired. When she looked in the mirror, all she saw was what was missing.
Two summers ago, Sally had been given a grant by the University of Melbourne to study the affects of deforestation on the indigenous species in the Ecuadorian forests. The consensus amongst her colleagues was that she should pass it along to someone with more experience; preferably male. Someone who would be better suited to the harsh environment, the rugged lifestyle, and the dangerous trek. When they said that the forests of Ecuador were too precarious, what they were really saying was that slight Sally Jennings was not capable. This sentiment drove dull icicles down her spine and provoked an intense desire to prove them wrong. “No I told you so’s,” she had promised herself. And with that she set off for Equador.
On the second night at camp her assistant Manuel had introduced her to the assembly of loggers. They were a rowdy bunch. Her high school Spanish did little in helping her understand their dialect so she just politely smiled and laughed when they did. Her hut, which was equipped with everything the University of Melbourne could spare, was Spartan but sufficient. She slept in a hammock and cooked for herself making weekly trips into town for supplies. The first few weeks had been very productive. She had spent them cataloguing the different species in the area. During the fourth week she noticed something very unusual while observing the social interaction of a group of birds. One of them was markedly different from the rest. Curious, she focused the lens of her camera. What she previously thought was just one, turned out to be two olive-backed forest robins, a species of bird previously thought to only inhabit the forests of Gabon.
“Got it.” Her camera snapped a shot.
“Thank you very much,” she said as she switched the mode from camera to video. This was what she had been waiting for. Here was her moment of exoneration. No one was going to believe this. A completely unexpected find. This would go a long way toward holding off the “I told you so’s.”
Sally never heard the tree fall. Her only recollection was of a jarring impact and a dull twinge of what should have been unbearable pain running through her right leg. Later on, she would be told that her camera had been shattered to pieces, and with it all hopes of being the strong capable Sally Jennings she had so hoped to be.
Forks, Washington was a far cry from the forest of Ecuador. More importantly it was even farther from Australia and the “I told you so’s” which weren’t really “I told you so’s,” but rather “I’m so sorry Sally. So very very sorry.” As she made her way up the mountain, her VW bug slowed slightly when she noticed that the road ahead narrowed and changed from pavement to asphalt. Sally itched her prosthetic leg reflexively. The doctors had told her that sometimes amputees felt sensations in the amputated limb. “Phantom leg syndrome,” they had called it. The name sounded silly to her at the time, like a ghost attached to your body. But now, two years later, she had become quite used to it. Her prosthetic leg was cumbersome and she hated the way her pants clung around the narrow metal bar that now replaced her shin. When in public she was always very conscious of how she stood or walked, not wanting it’s outline to show. Eventually, she hoped to be able to afford one of the fancy ones that actually looked like a leg instead of a crutch.
Thick trees with long branches arched overhead as she drove up the mountain path. Overlapping each other they engulfed her car and blocked out the setting sun. The landscape was denser than anything she’d ever seen. Tree upon tree, clustered together, thick and wide forming an impenetrable wall of vegetation. This part of her journey home was her least favorite. It made her feel claustrophobic and always triggered a sense of impending doom- the kind relegated to children who ask their parents to check the closet before they turn out the light. Sally sought therapy after her accident and found healing and control in a type of hyper vigilance; an uber-preparedness that thought of every contingency and every plan A through Z. Fortunately, this trait caused her to see the huge wolf like creature from the corner of her eye a split second before impact. Unfortunately, the prosthetic leg did not carry the same dexterity as her real one. Too late to slam on her breaks, she jerked the wheel to the right missing the creature by a margin of inches. The monster paused and looked back inquisitively. Her engine thudded to a screeching halt. She turned the key and heard the engine turn over, screeching loudly. Nothing. It wouldn’t start.
The beast ran at the car. Sally shut her eyes and braced for impact, but nothing came. Tentatively she opened one eye. Then the other. She could see the moisture from the creatures breath expanding, then contracting on her window. It peered in and examined her from head to toe. Even though she knew it was just a projection of her own subconscious desires, she swore she could see a look of concern on its face. A friendly monster, like in children’s books.
Get a grip Sally
Their eyes made contact for a brief moment and she saw it again. Concern, understanding. She shook this hallucination from her mind. Sally looked down at her prosthetic leg. Escape was not an option. Her fingers slowly made their way to her camera. If she were going to die, at least there would be a record.
Suddenly, she was moving sideways as the beast pressed its massive form against the side of the car, moving it out of the middle of the road.
This is it.
Letting out a soft whine, the creature regarded her slowly. Satisfied, it turned and walked toward the forest, tail wagging merily. Sally stared in wonderment, reaching for her camera only to realize that her tense fingers had broken the lens right off.
Stay in the car stranded or fix this darn lens and hope to get a shot.
Never being one to miss an opportunity, Sally chose the latter.
As always, she carried a spare lens. Alert, Sally jumped from her car just as the thing was disappearing into the thick brush where only dimness followed. Tightening the harness that attached her prosthetic leg to her real one, a sharp familiar pain drifted up her thigh. She breathed in, tied her sweater around her waist and set out in the direction where the creature disappeared. The ground was littered with huge paw prints interspersed with those that were unmistakably human.
Not more than a month ago had her realtor shown her a piece of land not five miles away from this very spot. Impulsively, she purchased her dream house without a thought. Sally had come to Forks, Washington looking for a change in scenery; she certainly got what she asked for.
I wanted an adventure, just not one where my life was at stake…again.
Sally quickly snapped a few shots to document the trail and moved on. Her experience told her that wolfs hunt in packs. The multitude of paw prints on the trail confirmed her fears. They followed a circular pattern indicating that they regularly patrolled the area.
This was a bad idea. Better get going before the big guy comes back with his brothers.
Sally placed her hand on a branch to support her weight while standing up. The branch cracked, echoing off the surrounding mountains. She gulped. Every twig that broke underfoot sounded like a firecracker in the silence. Her car was only about two hundred feet away. She made a run for it. Rocketing down the decline her pant leg got caught on one of the branches, sending her tumbling down the hill.
Sally’s shot her arms forward to break her fall.
A rush of pain overwhelmed her shoulder.
“Ow…Oh, my…. Oh, my…GOSH! That hurt!”
Her arm was dislocated. She writhed in pain on the ground for a few moments before composing herself. In order to get up she needed to roll over to her other leg. When she turned she found herself face to face with a man. She screamed and then reflexively cupped her mouth. The man was lying on the ground, eyes wide open. A look of abject terror on his face. The putrid smell of rotting flesh filled Sally’s nose. Still she pressed two fingers onto his neck to check his pulse. “No, definitely dead.” Sally’s fingers were covered in blood.
She leaned in closer and saw two tiny puncture wounds on the mans neck. A chill ran down her spine. She looked around the forest.
Sally didn’t dare call out for help in the event that it attracts the wrong attention.
She pulled herself up and limped feverously toward her car. Panic was setting in. The car wasn’t more than 80 feet away now. A light rustling of branches sounded from behind her. Sally whirled around.
A tree branch snapped above her head. She strained to see to the top of the tree. Again, nothing. A bleak silence descended on the forest. The birds no longer chirped; the trees were still. All that was living seemed to momentarily abandon Sally Jennings.
Suddenly, a cacophony of voices filled her ears bouncing off the trees, coming from all directions. “Over here. Over here. Over here. Over here…”
“Who’s There?” Sally demanded.
Abruptly, the chattering voices became one.
“Hello,” the stranger spoke from behind her. Sally screamed. Before she could turn around a hand clamped tightly around her mouth.
The woman’s face was marble white and as smooth as silk. Her hair which was silver blond hung to her chin and was parted down the center. Her eyes were splashed with specks of gold giving her an ethereal quality. She had no belongings with her; no backpack, no purse, nothing. Her mouth twisted into a smile as she fixed in on Sally’s dislocated arm. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” she said licking her lips.
Before Sally knew what was happening, the woman jerked her arm back into to place sending hot daggers down to her fingers. The pain was unbearable. Sally screamed in agony. The woman’s hand again, found its place at Sally’s mouth, silencing her.
After her screams of pain transformed to punctuated whimpers, the woman’s hand still continued to linger at Sally’s mouth. The stranger’s eyes darted around the forest. Sally wanted to speak, but more than anything, she wanted to live. One thing was certain, this woman scared Sally more than the beast.
Finally, the woman’s hand dropped from Sally’s mouth. Her touch was cold. Sally shivered.
“What do you want?” Sally asked.
The woman made no response, but her eyes never left Sally’s.
Sally pressed, “Listen, there is a very large, very dangerous creature in the woods. We have to get out of here.”
This information amused the stranger. The woman lightly giggled and then quickly composed her smile into that of concern.
The woman spoke thoughtfully, “Oh my. A creature…dangerous you say?”
Sally assumed that the woman did not hear the part about there being a murder.
“Yes, and we have to get OUT OF HERE.” She pronounced the words perfectly, hoping to catch the woman’s attention. Sally went to pull on the woman’s hand to pull her along out of the forest. The woman quickly snatched her hand away.
“You said that the creature was…dangerous yes?” The woman said curtly.
What is wrong with this woman?