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A Dark Adaptaton of New Moon

Summary:
It's been a year since Edward left Bella. Strong ties bond Jacob and Bella together, but one night of surpise and misfortune will forver change the lives of these three people. What would you do when all you love is violently taken away?


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9. Chapter 9 - Run

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Chapter 9 - Run

"Hey there, she's home."

"How is she?" I ask as I sign the credit card receipt.

"Absolutely fine, Edward" says Alice sarcastically. "Have a little faith in me, will ya?"

"I'm on way." I shut the cell phone and stick it back in pocket as I hand the sales rep the signed receipt. She begins placing the small black velvet cube into a gift box.

Oh... my... God!!! He is so fucking HOT!!! Why is it that all the good ones are either gay, married or getting married? I bet you she's some Brazilian supermodel with long legs and a killer tan. Lucky wench!

I hold back a smile. Actually, Bella is a 5'2 all American girl next door. She is also far from tanned but absolutely the most beautiful women ever to have graced this earth. I'm the lucky wench, if she only knew.

... the things I would do to him. Hell, I would do anything he wants... whips, chains, threesome...

Riiiiight, I think I have to go know.

"Excuse, Miss - you don't have to wrap that for me. I can take it as it is" I say politely.

"Oh... uh, sure" she says as she slides the box towards me.

"If you need to have it re-sized again, or if you need anything else, please feel free to... to... to..."

I pause with my brow raised, waiting for the rest.

"... to drop in anytime" she said quickly, blood coloring her cheeks.

"Thank you" and I turn to leave.

It never fails to amaze me how women react towards my kind. If they only knew how lucky they are that we aren't attracted to them other than for food. Of course, I am not like the others. Although, I do crave human blood, I use every fiber of my being to mainstream and feed solely on animals. Living on this vegetarian diet of mine is not easy, especially when animal blood fills but leaves me completely unsatisfied.

Then along comes Bella, whose blood evokes a prodigious appeal to me. I have to fight with great herculean effort to keep thirst at bay whenever I'm around her. She once asked me if it was hard for me to breathe around her. I lied. I told her that I had gotten use to her scent, enough for it to go unnoticed. If she only knew that every breath of hers consumes me whole, that every kiss of hers burns my tongue, and that the warmth of her body within, makes my sanity hang by a string.

She thought I hated her the first time we met. She couldn't understand why I was so appalled by her presence. But she says she didn't make much of it and brushed it off. I laugh to myself. She's such a terrible liar. Her silence is her strength. Her enigmatic way of being elusive from my intrusive eavesdropping has always puzzled me and amazed me. I can read everyone's thoughts, except hers and now she's gone even deeper in her own oblivion to where Alice can no longer see her either - much to my sister's distaste. There is something about her, something that makes her less human. She's a mystery and I can't help myself from marveling at her wonders.

As I exit the building, I crumble the receipt with the phone number and the name Suzette written on the back and toss it in the nearby trash bin. I get in my car and begin to make my way towards her house. The plan is to slip on the engagement ring before she changes her mind. I'm hoping that she'll like it considering that it's, oh, 122 years old. I could've gone for something more modern but I want her to have the ring my mother had. It means a lot to me to see her wear it.

I don't remember much of my human memories. They're like faded pictures. But I can remember my mother's face clearly. She was a beautiful woman. I resented her for a long time. She made me or rather condemned me to what I am today. There was a point where I believed that I could never have forgiven her. But that all changed when I met Bella. I began to think my mother was probably one to something. It's like she knew what destiny had in store for me. I know she would've loved Bella and I know she would have wanted Bella to have the ring that my father gave her.

I'm driving along SR 7 when a sudden gust of anger washes over me. I'm furious and confused at the same time. My hands squeeze the steering wheel promising to break it. I bring the car to a stop at the side of the road. What the hell is going on with me? As quickly as the rush came, it went. It's the second time today that I experience this inexplicable sensation.

My breathing starts to slow when a new wave of emotion begins to rise. Fear. I sit very still, taking in this phenomenon, trying to make sense of it all. I listen intently for any nearby thoughts, but hear nothing other than my ragged breathing. I slowly get out of the car and scan the area around me. The forest is separated by the road. Not a single car in sight. Even through the tranquility surrounding me, I feel an imminent danger but there is nothing around me causing it. My hands are beginning to tremble and I feel sick. Am I having an anxiety attack? Are you serious?

It was as if the phone call brought realization with its ring.

Bella.

I quickly answer the call.

"Edward! It's Bella! I can't see her but I know it's her" says Alice frantically. "You have to help her! Go now! I know where you are. I will pick up your car and meet you there."

I don't wait for her to finish when I dash into the woods and bullet straight towards Bella's house. By car it would take me another 10 minutes to get there. By foot, it would take me about 3 minutes. I'm running as fast as my legs allow me. The forest around me becomes a blur but I can still hear every rustle of leaves, every twig snap, every crawling movement... I begin to see her house from a distance. A few moments later, I stop short from the forest's edge to find my Bella, face as pale as mine, blood smeared on her face and her body up in the air... in the hands of a werewolf.