Heaven Help Us
This is the sequel to 'Maybe...Just Maybe'. Bella and Edward thought that their lives finally calmed down and that they could live happily ever after. But they're not out of the woods yet...When Alice has a vision concerning some vampires that live up in Volterra, Bella and Edward enlist the help of some old friends and a few new ones. But this isn't going to be an easy fight to win... CHAPTER 7 IS NOW UP!!!!!
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“What are you looking at, Beck,” Carlisle said in rush after clearing his throat. Beck’s head whipped around to then stare at us. She seemed to be in deep thought and didn’t hear Carlisle ask his question. She continued to stare until we were all fidgeting. She then shook her head and returned to normal.
“I could have sworn that I was hearing something,” she muttered under her breath. It didn’t look like she was going to continue.
“Why were you so pissed off at the forest, Beck?” Emmett asked playfully. Beck rolled her eyes at Emmett.
“Something doesn’t seem right about it. I don’t know why, but it feels like there is something in there that we don’t want to meet,” she said, her voice drifting far away. She then shuddered and walked over to the window. She closed the blinds and then sat down on an unoccupied chair. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Edward spoke.
“We have to focus on the Volturi, now,” he said seriously. We all nodded and turned out attentions towards the door. A loud knock echoed through the house, making us all jump at the sound. Alice and I stared confused at the door. It started to rattle on it’s hinges, making a chill run up my spine. Before the door burst open, Beck jumped up and ran to open it. As soon as it was open, she slammed it shut. She ran a few feet back from the door.
“Come on, open up! I don’t have all day! I have many messages to deliver!” an irritated voice seeped through the door. Beck trembled and clutched the door knob with a shaky hand. It was frightening to see Beck scared to the point of trembling. She opened the door wide and I gasped at what I saw.
There was a muscular man in the doorway, dressed in a tunic. The eerie glow around him wasn’t the unusual thing about him, though. What surprised me, and everyone in the room, was the pair of wings on his feet. He hovered a few feet in the air like it was entirely normal.
“I’m insulted, Beck. Why did you slam the door on me?” he asked jokingly. Beck groaned and ran her hand through her hair.
“Well, you don’t really deliver the best news,” she muttered. The man rolled his eyes and stepped into the house. I saw then that here was defiantly something supernatural about him. Beck gave him plenty of room.
“You know, I should report you,” he said, turning his head towards her. Beck raised an eye brow.
“You’re going to report the Head Angel?” Beck asked. The man stared at her in awe.
“So you finally got her kicked out of office?” he asked approvingly. Beck nodded with a smile on her face.
“Good thing, too. I was getting tired of having to see her every time there was a message,” the man said relieved.
“Um…Beck?” I asked timidly. “Who is this?” Beck looked at us like she forgot that we were there.
“Oh!” she said. She then turned to the man. “This is Hermes,” she said quickly. We just stared at her. The man before us, floating on his feet, was the god Hermes?
“You’re kidding, right?” Emmett asked confused. I was confused, too. I didn’t know that the Greek and Roman Gods were real. Beck seemed to catch on.
“They’re not all real,” she said quickly. “Humans hardly get anything right. But Hermes is real and so is a lot of the Underworld Gods and creatures,” she explained. We all nodded, still entirely confused. Beck then turned hesitantly towards Hermes. “What’s the news?” she asked hesitantly. Hermes cleared his throat and a scroll was suddenly in his hand.
“Hell asks for a truce. They will leave Bella Swan alone, if…” Hermes then narrowed his eyes at the writing. “If…you give back Cerberus…” he said trailing off at the end. He then snapped his head towards Beck. “You stole Cerberus?” he asked in bewilderment. Beck’s eyes widened and shook her head furiously.
“Do you think that I’m crazy?” she hissed at him. She threw her hands in the air. “Do you think that I’m suicidal?” she asked in outrage. Hermes narrowed his eyes at her.
“I’m just reading the message,” he said in defense. Then something seemed to dawn on Beck. Her mouth fell open and her eyes grew even wider.
“Cerberus is missing?” she asked in terror. Hermes nodded. “Heaven had nothing to do with it,” she said quietly. Hermes fell to the ground with the realization.
“Then he is roaming free in the mortal world,” Hermes said with a yelp. He then glanced at Beck quickly. “I’ll alert Hell of the problem and now I’m getting off this planet,” he said in a rush before he ran towards the door and flew away faster then any bird or plane. Beck stood trembling in the doorway.
“Beck…” I said, my voice shaking. If something had Beck all worked up, it had to be a big deal. She turned her head slowly to face me.
“Who the Hell is Cerberus?” Paul asked frustrated. Beck shuddered slightly.
“He is the three headed dog that guards Hell,” Beck said quietly. Paul snorted.
“We can take care of a dog,” he said insulted. Beck laughed hysterically.
“How about one that can’t die?” she said, starting to panic. I jumped up and ran over the Beck.
“Beck, why is this so bad?” I asked urgently. Beck shook her head and shuddered again.
“Cerberus is the only thing that can harm an angel or a demon, physically,” she said quietly. Terror started to claw it’s way into me. “It’s easy to avoid him, but the people who run into him better be able to run away very quickly because it takes it’s job seriously,” she said shakily. “If you try to fight, it’s very hard to win,” she said. All of a sudden she started to cry. “It can’t kill an angel, but he can maim her or him. He can do the same thing with demons. No one really tried to fight him, but it’s common knowledge,” she said, her teeth clattering.
“And someone set him loose,” Edward said, understanding dawning on his face.
“Who would, or could for that matter, of done that?” Alice asked, her brow wrinkling. Beck was about to speak, but a chorus of howl echoes from the distance. That was probably the first time I was scared beyond imagining.