The Twilight Saga

"My Heart Keeps Beating if You Keep Breathing"

I held his hand as tight as I could, not wanting to let go. Her thin arms wrapped around my waist and tugged me back and away from the shaking man.
"Stop!," I screamed at her, fighting against her locked arms.
A rip came and a ferocious scream, it sounded as if it were a human scream and a dog's growling combined. I stared in fright as he transformed into a monstrous beast. It was horse sized but skinny, with fur as black as night. Its teeth were dripping with a silver saliva that reeked of dog breath and venom. At the ground lay his Wolf Blood pendant, just barely hanging on its chain. I lunged for it, breaking free of her arms. I didn't get there in time. The werewolf lunged toward her, toward my Mother, and with the impact, it cracked her skull against the ground and snapped her neck. I could hear the deafening crack and the labored breathing of the wolf. I watched in horror as it began to feast upon my Mother's flesh, ripping away the skin and muscle from her bone. I cried out without a second thought and immediately regretted it.
The werewolf turned to face me, its teeth bared and dripping with blood. It approached me slowly, the fur rising on its back. I snagged the pendant off of the ground and tied it around my neck with shaking fingers.
"Daddy! Please! Remember me! Remember me!," I cried, crawling backward with streams of tears running down my face.
He was there, in front of me within a second, his razor sharp teeth bit into my shoulder. I screamed from the pain and at the same time, the wolf stumbled back and howled with both rage and hurt. It collapsed onto the floor and I went with it. The will and strength just poured out of me along with my blood. My head hit the floor, my arms went limp beside me, the life drained out of me.

Chapter One:
My shoulder ached as I finished the last of my push ups, letting my body fall flat against the cool blue mat. My hair and neck were dampened with sweat and my mouth was dry. I stood up after a moment rest and revolved my shoulder in a circle to relieve them of their stiffness. I made my way towards the woman's locker room and freshened up with a cold shower and a splash of my Strawberry&Champagne body spray. When I exited I was met with his saddened, smiling face.
"Hey, how was the work out?," He asked, standing up and handing me my gym bag.
"Easier now that it's healed," I answered, watching him flinch from the corner of my eye.
"Good," He said, walking out with me and towards his beat up pick-up truck.
I threw my gym bag in the back and climbed inside, slamming my door shut and wincing a bit at the pinch of pain in my arm. It was quiet on the way back home, neither of us exactly sure on what to say. Dad pulled into the driveway and parked but did not move to unbuckle his seat belt or to open the car door.
"Ever, there's something I need to tell you," He said slowly, running a shaking hand through his hair.
I didn't speak for I knew that if I waited long enough, he would come clean. He began to speak only a few minutes later.
"We have to move, I'm unable to keep up with the mortgage on the house now that.... Your Mother.... I have a house already, down in Washington. It was the first house I ever lived in, the one my parents bought for me," He said, flinching at the part where he mentioned. . . Her.
"Where in Washington?," I questioned.
"La Push reservation, First Beach. It's a nice place, nice people. You could find some friends there," He said, looking over at me hopefully.
I just gave him a look, my specialty actually. It was a mixture between questioning his sanity and are-you-kidding-me?
"It was worth a try," He shrugged, giving me a little shove in my good arm.
I giggled a little before unbuckling my seat belt and opening my car door.
"Are you coming inside?," I asked him after one foot had already touched ground.
"In a minute, I just have to. . . Think," He sighed at the end of his sentence.
I nodded and tried not to show the twinge of pain I felt on my face.
"Alright then, I'll just go make dinner. Salmon and asparagus?"
He nodded, not looking at me, staring ahead with misty eyes.

After dinner was ready, Dad came into the kitchen and gathered the plates and silverware. His hand reached for a third plate but stopped briskly, tears forming in his eyes. He blinked them back quickly and gave me a smile.
"Guess I'm just not used to it yet," He said with a saddened smile before grabbing two cups and placing everything on the table.
We ate quietly, chewing every bite of salmon with care. I missed how it was, the joking, the conversations, the. . . Happiness. I shook my head to clear it of those thoughts before I could start crying.
Dad dropped his fork onto his plate, entwining his fingers and propping his elbows on top of the table.
"We'll need to start packing, the Realtor wants us to be out of the house by next week"
The fork dropped from my hand.
"So soon?," I choked, staring wide eyed at him.
He nodded,
"The sooner the better. We can't keep living like this, we need a new environment. You need a new environment," He stated, staring at me from across the table seriously.
I looked down at my hands, twiddling my thumbs around one another, gulping back the spit that pooled in my mouth.
"I'll try to be packed by the end of the week," I answered him, picking up my fork again and playing with my vegetables.
"Good," He nodded and leaned back in his chair.

Dinner finished and afterward I cleared the table and began washing dishes. Dad came up beside me and began drying every dish I washed. We left them on the rack and climbed the stairs to our bedrooms. Dad gave me a kiss on the forehead and wished me a good night before heading on into his own room. After dressing for bed, I stood at my window and stared up at the sky. Soon the full moon would come and it would be my turn, the day I would transform into what killed my Mother, into what my Father is. Tears prickled at my eyes and I turned and walked to my bedside. I bent down to my knees, dug under my bed until my finger tips touched it. I pulled out a medium sized black box and held it in my hands. Slowly, I pulled off the top and looked inside. I pulled out the coffee stained picture and stared at it with misty eyes and a smile. There was Dad and I, I was only three, he held me in his arms as I tugged on his long hair. And there she was, her arms wrapped around Dad's waist, a smile lightening her face. Her hair was thick and luscious, the warm color of mahogany upon her head was placed in a messy pony tail and her face was without make-up, bringing out her many freckles (or angel kisses as Dad liked to call them). I felt the wetness leave my eye and drip down my face, crawling down my cheek and dripping down my chin onto the picture. I shoved the picture back into the box, placed the lid back onto of it, and pushed it back where it had been in the first. Crawling into bed, I pulled the covers up to my chin and wiped away the tears that had leaked from my eyes. My eyes closed, my breathing slowed, and my mind went silent as sleep took over my tired body.

Thank you for reading and I promise that the next chapter will be posted soon.

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Its a lot of raw emotion I luv it :)
amazing. . .luv it
write more i love it
Hey, I'm so sorry I haven't checked out any of your stories so far because this one is amazing!
I'm totally loving it so far, and I can't wait for them to go to La Push! Please add more soon, as I can't wait to see what will happen.
And update me please!

Haha, it's okay. I can't wait till they get to La Push either! I think I'm going to update. . . NOW!

Chapter Two:
What I saw before me made me want to start bawling. The house was empty, no pictures, no furniture, not even a grain of dirt was left behind. We were leaving today, moving away to a dreary Washington state and forgeting about my childhood home. His hand clasped my shoulder in a light grip, pulling me into a hug.
"You ready to go? It's about time to leave, can't miss our plane," Dad asked softly, giving me a light squeeze before letting go.
I stared up at the house for one last time before nodding my head and clearing away the tears that had spilled down my face.
"Yeah. I'm ready"
It didn't take long to reach the airport, just about a half hour, but baggage check and security was another thing. The lines were long and barely moving, there was even a food cart roaming up and down, selling chips and candy bars to the waiting people. When we finally made it through, I sighed in relief, glad to be out of that tightly packed line (or out of the embarrassment of being pushed too much and tripping over one of the elastic fencing lines only to land on my butt and hurting my side). We boarded the plane and I had to take a deep breath not to run back out of there. I stowed away my backpack and suitcase in the overhead compartment then settled in my seat beside a smiling Dad. I had to admit, that even though I absolutely loathed going to Washington, I was glad to see Dad smiling again after a year of sadness.
"Will all passengers at this time, please buckle your seat belt and prepare for take-off. . ."
Came from overhead.
I buckled up and grasped the armrests, already knowing that I would hate the feel of turbulance.
"Calm down, kid, you'll snap off the armrest," Dad joked for the first time in months.
I looked over at him in the corner of my eye and glared. He just chuckled and buckled his seat belt.
Take-off was frightening especially since this was the first time of my ever being on a plane. Dad, of course, was laughing the entire time, and once he calmed down a bit he would look at my face and the laughing would just start all over again. When we finally landed, I got the heck out of there as fast as I could, Dad was laughing so much that it looked like he was having a seizure. I collapsed to my knees and kissed the floor,
"Land! Oh, sweet, land!"
Dad was on the floor now, I was worrying for his health.
"That was the worst experience of my life, I'm never getting on one of those things again," I exaggerated, standing up on my feet and helping Dad up off the floor.
"You are such a drama queen. Come on, it wasn't that bad," Dad joked.
I gave him my special expression.
"Are you kidding me? That was horrendous! I was terrified! I thought we were going to crash and burn!," I cried, walking with him towards the Rent-A-Car.
Dad shook his head and laughed quietly, he gave no reply, just a small smile lightening his face. I smiled, glad to be seeing him happy for the first time. Maybe we really did have to move, it sure was bringing mine and my Dad's spirits up.
Dad got the keys to the Mercedes he had rented and then we went out to parking garage A to find it. We put our luggage into the trunk then popped inside and turned on the heat. It was freezing outside, already I was regretting wearing my light, black jacket. I needed a freaking coat in this weather.

The second we drove out of the parking garage, I realized what was happening. Dad wasn't truly being honest with his expressions and his joking, he was just trying to cover up his hurt. The smile left my face and I immediatly felt guilty for laughing. How could I smile and joke and laugh when she wasn't here? How could I be able to do that when she couldn't? Why was this happening to me? I stiffled a cry and just stared out the window. All sadness returned. It took almost two hours to reach La Push reservation and about two minutes more to reach the small house that we were to live in. I stepped out of the car and looked up at my new home.

It was small, only a one story building, with wooden stairs and a wrap around porch. It was a light beige but the paint was pealing and the window were in dire need of Windex. Behind it stood a garage made completely out of wood and was leaning slightly as if the wind had pushed it over.
"What do you think?," He asked, looking down at me with the same sadness in his eyes but a smile plastered on his face.
"It's. . . Nice," I answered him, grabbing my bag that was at his feet.
Most of our belongings had been shipped in advance so everything was already in its place. Dad lead me down a drafty hallway and into a small bedroom with one window facing towards the woods.
"This is your bedroom and mine is just down the hall, the bathroom is the the door right across the hall," Dad said, placing my luggage inside the room.
"Alright," I nodded, glancing around the room.
The bed, desk, book shelf, and dresser was already set up, all I really needed to do was make up the bed, put my clothes away, and stow away my books in the bookcase.

I began putting my clothes away and once I was done with that I carefully placed my books (both modern and classical) in alphabetical order by author. I made my bed with satin sheets and pillow cases then threw my silk comforter on top of it. A knock sounded at my door when I was just finishing up.
"Hey, we'll have take-out tonight, okay?," Dad said softly from the doorway.
I nodded while staring out the window, only a few weeks left until. . .
I shook my head before taking out the framed picture from my backpack and placing it on the nightstand. Tears formed in my eyes, they prickled angrily behind my lids. Before exiting my room, I wiped away the tears that had escape and straightened my shirt. There was no need for tears now, she was gone and there was nothing that I, or anyone, could do about it.

Hope that was satisfactory enough for you lot! Comment and the next chapter will be posted sooner than you know.
Amazing! Can't wi\ait for more!
love it :)
another story that i must read! ha! your good. It sucks that her dad killed her mom. i know that has to eat him up everyday. =/
It does. Anyway, thanks for reading, Quellster! I'll be posting soon!
Luv it:D
i like :)...very good


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