Even though I had known this was coming, that in no way made it better.
They say that it isn't about the destination; it is about the journey, I think that now I know the true meaning of that phrase. You know that the inevitable is coming for you, the journey merely postpones that. But when the destination of your journey is so terrible, sometimes the journey - as horrible as it is - can prepare you in some ways. Sometimes.
However, nothing could have ever have prepared me for this. When the inevitable is coming for you, there is no one that you can trust. I have learnt this, and so many over things from this journey. I have found strength, life, and the true meaning of the word 'love'. Maybe there was some force that made sure not everything was agony, that made sure that you had some happiness. This final destination was horrible, but I wouldn't trade what I have found and disscovered from it for anything.
They had come for us. They had come for me.
As if our thoughts were shared - which they practically were, we both shrank into each other, not only for warmth, but for comfort, just curled up against each other, listening to each others breathing and watching our own breaths make beautiful swirling clouds in the freezing morning air.
We were waiting.
No matter what the outcome of this would be, my whole life would change.
If we had the advantage, we would have a great duty, a duty that we could not shake off. We would be murderers.
If we lost, I would die. We would all die. The world would revolve around as if we were never here, but my world would stop, along with at the worlds of twenty-two people, at the minimum.
After many, many minutes of silence, we heard the sound we had known was coming.
The gentle breeze, that we knew could only mean one thing.
To someone else, someone who had a normal life, this might have meant a gust of wind, but to me it meant so much more. It meant that the danger was here, it meant that screams would soon pierce the morning, it meant that everyone I cared about was about to put their lives on the line. It meant this could be my final breath, it meant that my entire world could crumble down around me completely. It would crumble down.
But above all it meant one thing.
They were here.
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I really look forward to these days, the days when I get to see Grandpa but even after three years Dad still feels the need to give me a pep talk.
“Now what do you do if you get thirsty?” He said for about the millionth time.
“Excuse myself and go outside to cool down.” I said with a sigh, wouldn’t it just be peachy if he could trust me? I mean, for once?
“Exactly,” He said proudly. I sighed heavily, Mum smiled, she loves the way I look like Dad when I do that.
“And what do you never do while he is here?” chimed in Alice.
“Show him something by touching him,” gosh, I mean if I haven’t tried to drink his blood by now why should I?
“Ok,” said Dad scrutinizing me, “I think you’re ready”
It’s not like I’m getting ready for I fight to the death,I thought sarcastically.
Ok, Ok, bad joke.
He rolled his eyes.
Emmett growled quietly and Mum chuckled, he absolutely hated it when he didn’t know what was going on.
Dad shot me a look that clearly said He’s not that bad.This caused Emmett to scowl so hard that the phrase ‘If looks could kill’ popped into my head.
“Believe me if they could I know he would have found some way to use it for our anoyment.”
Emmett looked like he was about to burst a blood vessel.
I wondered if that was even possible for vampires, maybe…
I jumped the sound of gravel crunching under the wheels of Charlie’s car snapped me out of my reverie.
After a few seconds the door opened revealing Charlie, followed by Jacob shaking his head like a wet dog, which, admittedly, he had probably just been.
“Hey Nessie!” said Charlie as he came through the door and embraced me in a tight hug.
“Grandpa!” I squealed
“Oh, you’re getting so big!” He was right. I had matured from a tiny baby to about the size of a ten year old in almost four years!
“Hi Char- I mean dad.” said Mum.
“Hey Bells!” said Charlie enthusiastically, “You really should put her in school, she’s going to get behind.”
Me and her exchanged a quick glance, we both knew there was no way that I could get behind in work, that was one thing we were all certain of.
A few seconds later Jacob charged in, sprinting at full speed into the living room. I didn’t think our tiny cottage could stand another person, there would be hardly any room to move around, as it was some of my family had to stand with their backs against the wall-
The look on his face cut off my musing, his face had agony and horror spread across it.
There was a long pause as everyone else took in his expression, they didn’t seem to feel too good about it either, I thought absently. It was absent because the other part of my brain was trying to figure out where I had seen that look before, I was sure it had been quite a while ago, and it was a little bit fuzzy, but, who knows? I may have just been having an incredibly strong case of déjà vu.
“Jacob?” It was mum’s frantic voice that broke the silence that seemed to have lasted years, though it was probably only a few seconds.
Suddenly I realized when I had seen that look before as the horror crossed dad’s face too.
And I realized it could only mean one thing.
They were coming back.
umm you posted chapter 1
Yeah, I put the prologue at the top so i posted this so that i can link this to chapter 1. IF that makes sense :)
Omg you are good as a writer!
I thought this was supposed to be a happy chapter :( boo. Lol. I hope the girl does not kill them, she does not seem to be part of Volturi or bad
I know. I really wanted a happy chapter, but this chapter will seem much more happy in the end :)
This is so exciting.
Now Christine is in such internal conflict - will she go all the way back or not?
Will she realise that she doesn't have to kill the Cullens. What if anything could she do to Aro?
Looking forward to the next chapter
Thanks for the comment! I a so sorry this took so long. I was on holiday an for two days we stayed at a hotel but we were out all day, then we traveled back the next day, so i haven't really had any opportunity to write. I am working on chapter 22 now though!
Don't worry about your timescales. This is supposed to be fun not homework. It has to fit around your real life not the other way round.
I hope that you enjoyed your holiday.
I am so, so sorry about the long wait. I had about a week of traveling and then I did this music course... so today is the first chance I have had to write.
This chapter is a bit of a filler, but I am making setting things up for later, so this is a bit of a build-up chapter.
I hope you like it,
I watched her seemingly blank face.
Whenever she went into deep thought, her eyes went glassy, and she acted as if she was somewhere else.
I assumed it was something to do with what happened on the hunt, whatever that was. None of them would tell me what had happened, but they seemed to be pretty interested in it. I would sometimes find Mum in a deep discussion with Carlisle, but whenever I tried to hear what they were saying, they stopped immediately and began talking about something else.
The one time I had asked her what it was about, she said simply that I didn’t need to worry about it.
After all, she was probably right.
I had quite enough to worry about, without a mystery something – or someone – who was apparently so dangerous that I had to run away. I had to worry about what was going to happen at the fight, where I was going to be, and Jacob. That was quite enough.
It had been a day since the hunting trip.
When mum had come back, I was immediately scared. Her expression was probably similar to someone who had just woken up to a loud alarm clock. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth was parted in a small ‘o’.
For a while she hadn’t been able to speak. After a while, a very painful expression came on her face. Her eyes scrunched up slightly, and she clenched her teeth. Dad gasped, as if he had just remembered something.
None of it made sense.
Over the last few days, she was still worrying about whatever had happened. Most of the time, she was standing around in deep thought, and whenever someone talked to her she jumped as if she’d just been tazered.
Now they were practicing fighting techniques.
I didn’t like to watch. Whenever it was Jacob’s turn and he was out-minded – or out-strengthed in Emmett’s case – I felt so worried for him that a pain grew in the bottom of my chest. Of course, I felt worried for most people, though I knew that no harm would come to them, but with Jacob I simply couldn’t bare it.
I suddenly realized something.
In the real fight, nobody would be trying to be gentle, actually the opposite was true. They would be using as much force as possible. Aiming for the kill.
I don’t know why this was a surprise to me; I had always known what the fight would be like. But maybe I had thought that Jacob wasn’t going to join in.
That was of course, very stupid of me.
I don’t think that there is a werewolf alive who would ever resist the chance to kill a vampire, and especially not a big, furry, russet were-wolf. Apart from the fact that he would hugely enjoy the opportunity, I was his duty as the Alpha of the pack to give orders and lead the way into the battlefield. I knew that he would have to take charge of all ten wolves, and that was not an easy job.
While most of them would simply be powered by their instinct, others would be fighting to protect the ones they loved, and that meant that they would make things much, much more violent than the others. They would have to have someone to make sure they didn’t go mad and completely uncoordinated. Jacob would have the responsibility of the pack on his shoulders, and that was enough to make you collapse. The last thing that he would think about was me, and that shouldn’t make me feel upset.
I don’t know why it did. I suppose part of me hoped he might stay with me, and not fight. Then he would be safe, and we would be together.
“Aoourgh!” A familiar howl broke out.
I immediately felt full of panic. Thoughts of newborns, fights, screaming and Jacob dying filled me head suddenly like wildfire engulfing an ancient forest. My head snapped up and I saw Jacob on the floor, tears running down his cheeks.
“Jake?!” I yelled. Then Emmett echoed the sound, and I suddenly understood.
It was his barky impersonation of a laugh. Both him and Emmett were laughing so hard they were crying because of some insignificant joke. He was safe.
Why was I so protective of him? I said somehow made him simply sharing a small joke and laughing with Emmett into a situation where I was so wrought with fear for his safety that I felt like I wanted to scream. Pathetic. There was no reason for me to feel so worried for him; he could take care of himself.
Maybe the imprint worked more on both sides than I thought. Was Jacob this protective of me?
No, he was much more defensive. I remember the time on my second birthday when I had got a small paper cut and he went absolutely berserk. Come to think of it, everyone went a bit over-protective that day…
No. I wasn’t as worried as Jacob. Definitely not.
“Maybe we could send her and Charlie to Renée?” said Mum, sounding worried.
They were discussing where I would go during the fight, and kept on coming up blank.
“No, replied Dad, “They would think that we were avoiding him being there. Plus, do you really think that your mother would like to see her former husband with bright red eyes and pale skin? And would you trust him with our daughter?”
Mum flinched at his suggestion.
“What about sending her to England with someone?” She asked, sounding slightly desperate.
A burning desire charged through me and before I could stop myself I blurted out, “I want to stay with Jacob.” Dad’s eyes widened.
Surprisingly, Mum was the only one who stayed calm.
“Ok,” she said, “Maybe you and him could camp in the mountains. You’d be safe there, and-”
“No,” said Dad, and his cold face matched his tone. Mum looked shocked.
“But it’s her choi-”
“No,” he exploded, suddenly raging with some deep buried anger, “No it’s not. I will not allow our daughter to go up a mountain with some dog. Do you remember what happened the last time he was there-”
“Enough.” Said Mum firmly, “I trust Jacob to look after our daughter. And I trust Nessie to know what is best for her.”
I was shocked at this sudden outburst from both of them. The only other time I had seen them fight was in a distant memory before the Volturi had come for us for the first time, and even then it wasn’t really and argument. I remember overhearing them.
“I’ve got to go alone,” said Mum. Her voice was firm, but like she was trying to sound gentle.
“I don’t want you to go to them alone. Can’t you imagine? If they find out about Nessie or your talent, they’ll try and make you join them.” He paused, and seeing that she wasn’t budging he continued, “They might take Nessie.”
Her eyes widened. But then she shook her head.
“No, that’s the reason. If you come Aro will be able to simply touch you and know about her. If I go on my own he won’t be able to tell. All they will care about is that I’m a vampire.”
“You’re not going alone,” Dad insisted, speaking through his teeth, his hands clenched into fists.
“They won’t hurt me,” She said, going back to being as gentle as possible. She sounded sure to me, even if she was just trying to be as convincing as possible, “They have no reason to. I’m a vampire. Case closed.” Her jaw set.
“No. Absolutely no.” His eyes narrowed.
“It’s the only way to protect her.” A panicky note took over her voice, and if her logic hadn’t been practically watertight I would have said that she was just making it up as she went along.
Sensing that the discussion was over, Dad gave up with a sigh.
“Okay,” he said, “But I want Alice to make absolutely sure that it will be safe first.”
“A compromise.” She said, and a hint of a smile played around the corners of her mouth.
“A compromise.” He agreed, grinning.
But this time it might not end so peacefully.
“So you really would trust a mutt who has taken advantage of you so many times I can’t-”
“Yes.” She said, “I trust him.”
“Fine,” He sighed, “But he might not comply. You know that he will want to fight.”
“He could be phased while he’s with her, then he will be connected to the pack, and he will be able to protect her best.” Again, her logic was completely foolproof.
So in three days I would be on top of a mountain with a huge, friendly, russet, furry werewolf.
That made me almost look forward to the fateful date.