Ok don't sue me: I don't own twilight… grrr
Life just keeps going downhill
Chapter one: The meadow
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I already had the compass and map in the truck. I was pretty sure I understood the process well enough by now that I wouldn't get lost. Maybe I could eliminate two lines today, putting us ahead of schedule for whenever Jacob decided to honor me with his presence again. I refused to think about how long that might be. Or if it was going to be never.
A few minutes later I was on the familiar dirt road that lead to nowhere in particular. I had the windows rolled down and drove as fast as was healthy for my truck, trying to enjoy the wind against my face. It was cloudy, but almost dry- a very nice day, for Forks.
Getting started took longer than it would have taken Jacob. After I parked in my usual spot, I had to spend a good fifteen minutes studying the little needle on the compass face and the markings on the now worn map. When I was reasonably certain that I was following the right line of the web, I set off into the woods.
The sense of unease grew stronger the deeper I got into the trees. Breathing started to get more difficult because I was having trouble with the stupid hole in my chest again. I kept my arms tight around my torso and tried to banish the ache from my thought. I almost turned around, but I hated to waste the effort I'd already expended.
I didn't realize quite how much more efficiently I was moving. I thought I had covered maybe four miles, and I wasn't even starting to look for it yet. And then, with an abruptness that disoriented me, I stepped through a low arch made by two vine maples- into the meadow.
It was the same place, of that I was instantly sure. I'd never seen another clearing so symmetrical. It was as perfectly round as if someone had intentionally created the flawless circle, to the east I could hear the stream bubbling quietly.
A dizzying array of emotions shot through me in a second. The first was surprise; I was far from any trail here, and I didn't expect company. Then, as my eyes focused on the motionless figure, seeing the utter stillness, the pallid skin, a rush of piercing hope rushed through me. I suppressed it viciously, fighting against the equally sharp lash of agony as my eyes continued to the face beneath the black hair, the face that wasn't the one I wanted to see. Next was fear; this was no the face I grieved for, but the man facing me was no stray hiker.
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