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Abstract Reality

Summary:
17-year-old Ana Forrester has lost everything. Her parents, her place in this world, her story. After a near-fatal car crash, the Cullens take her in, where she meets Seth Clearwater. Soon, she realizes that her life may have a chance to turn itself around. But when the Volturi threaten Ana’s safety, she must make a choice between her new family, and the wrath of the Volturi. THIS STORY IS COMPLETE!!!!!!! THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO READ & REVIEWED!!!! HOPE TO SEE YOU AT ROUND 2!!!!*~Nymphadora_Cullen~*


Notes:
In case anyone's wondering, in this story, Ana is 17, which means everything is happening now. Bella's been a vampire for two years, and Nessie is, I guess, about the physical representation of a ten or twelve-year-old. Also, I'm planning to do a playlist for this fic. Check the chapter notes to see what music works for each chapter If anyone has any questions, please leave a review.


9. Chapter 9: Countdown

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Chapter 9: Countdown

Two weeks.

That was it. It rang in my head, so short, so…final.

The wolves were out, running almost every night, watching, waiting for the end. They seemed convinced that if this would be our end, they’d go out fighting.

The Cullens, were also preparing, not only for the end, but an inevitable separation. Alice had seen a vision of herself, Edward, Bella, Jasper and myself among the members of the Volturi. I’d told her that I’d sooner lose Seth than have that happen. She’d told me that it would most likely happen if this vision came true.

I didn’t want to lose Seth.

I hated to admit, I was scared. Those first few days after they’d found Mom’s body, before moving in with Dad, I’d wondered if perhaps I, too, would become a victim of the terror. But that had been nothing compared to the fear of what would happen in two weeks. I’d been told of how painful the transformation from human to vampire would be, and it scared me more than the gruesome fantasies I’d had at fifteen. Recently, I’d been having dreams of cloaked, hooded figures coming for me, their pale hands outstretched, attempting to take me away from my family, my friends. My Seth.

I almost didn’t hear Seth walk up behind me; I turned only when I heard his foot break a stick. I immediately ran to him, his warm arms embracing me as I reached for his shoulders

“Seth,” I whispered, “What can we do? I don’t want to leave; to be honest, I can’t leave, because leaving would be like forfeiting everything in my life. I don’t want to give up my life; I won’t give it up. I won’t give you up.” I met his brown eyes, staring into their depths.

He took my face in his hands. “Do you think I’d be willing to lose you?” he asked me. “You know that I’d rather die,” his voice broke, but he continued, “Than lose you, Volturi of no Volturi.”

A wave of painful emotion fell over me, chilling my body despite Seth’s warm temperature. I buried my head in his chest, tears falling down my cheeks.

“I don’t want to die,” I choked.

“I know,” he whispered. I felt his hand on my back, rubbing circles beneath my shoulder blades.

“I don’t want to become a vampire, either,” I added.

“Then I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen,” Seth vowed, whispering his promise in my ear like a secret.

“What if they’re too strong?” I asked, lifting my head from his chest to meet his gaze as he stared at me.

“Are you kidding?” Seth said, picking me up as easily as if I were four years old, and cradling me in his arms. “I’ll bite the head off of any Volturi vampire that tried, even if it was that onion-faced Aro.” He paused, looking down at me. “You wouldn’t mind that, would you?”

I shook my head. Seth grinned at me for a moment before kissing me tenderly on the tip of my nose, and started to walk back to where the Cullen's house was.

“Wait,” I muttered, making Seth pause and look at me again. I really didn’t want to lose him.

“Does this vampire,” I asked tentatively, “Aro, really have a head like an onion?”

Seth looked at me for a second before bursting into laughter. He collapsed onto the ground in a fit of hysterics, taking me with him.

“Well, does he?” I asked, starting to feel the laughter rising in my own throat.

Seth nodded, unable to get the words out as he was currently crowing with laughter. His laugh was so infectious; I had no choice but to chuckle right along with him.

For a moment, the impending sentence hanging over our heads didn’t matter. Life itself didn’t matter. For the rest of that afternoon, we were in our own world, and reality couldn’t touch us; it seemed like the nightmare that faded with the dawn.