"We're leaving"
A/N: The result of a boring summer…
Today was a nice day – a rare thing for Forks so I decided to take advantage of it.
Seeing as it was Sunday, I had curled up in the back of my truck with a copy of Gogol's Dead Souls. I had been so captivated with the lives of Manilov and Mme that I actually jumped at the sound of the slow approaching footsteps.
There he stood.
Unusually dressed in a black suit and a dark blue shirt with the first few buttons undone. As unusual as it was, he still looked very handsome.
"Afternoon" I grinned and set my book aside.
Strangely, he refused to meet my eyes as he glanced towards the forest. "Come take a walk with me?" he offered a weak smile that faltered when he finally met my inquisitive gaze.
Without question, I shrugged and jumped from the bed and down onto the gravel. He laced his hand on the small of my back and continue to lead me down the forest.
The lengthening silence grew more and more eerie, the further we journeyed.
Just as I opened my mouth to call him out on his strange behaviour, he came to a stop. I too, halted my movements, surprised that we weren't in our meadow. Instead, we had stopped right in the heart of the forest, where the woodland creatures had scattered once acknowledging the threat of our presence.
I patiently waited.
He simply stood there and occasionally would glance up and nervously search the forest.
Again, I was about to question him on his insanity but he interrupted me. "We're here" he breathed. His broken whisper laced with his fatigue.
"Where is here?" I asked.
His honeyed eyes pebbled to a hardened gold and he stared ahead. Before I could follow his line of sight, he flickered his angered eyes back to me. His jaw set as he gritted through clenched teeth, "I'm – no – we're leaving" he announced, dropping his head down, suddenly very interested on the forest ground.
"You're leaving" I gasped the words and felt my stomach sink.
He snapped his head back up again and scanned the forest, ignoring me completely as he venomously hissed. "I did what you asked"
It took a second for me to register that he wasn't talking to me.
It took another second for me to feel our company before I saw.
Slumping my shoulders in defeat, I groaned when slowly pivoting on my heel to stare at him.
"Nik"
A/N: Quite a turn of events huh? What did you think? You like?
As it's one of those dribble fan fics, I should be able to update this at least every two days. No promises but I will try.