I am having some really weird dreams lately so I guess you guys will be getting more stories out of me anyway RxR please enjoy and oh yeah this is also a possible futa story so yeah there's that... any way on with the show.
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight I own an overactive imagination.
Prologue: Time To Die
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I'm dying of that I am sure. I don't have enough power left in me to heal the both of them and myself so I push myself off the floor as far as i could and grunt in pain as I try desperately to crawl towards them my legs ache as if they set on fire I think one might be broken because that one feels like thousands of tiny jagged knives stabbing it over and over as it lays limp, a dead weight being dragged along with my body; I press my left arm over the bleeding hole in my stomach, applying as pressure as I can to attempt prolong sometime for myself just enough.
Ahhh ! I let out a little grunting scream as I am forced to crawl over the mangled bodies of my peers but I have to keep moving. I pass the body of a little boy and his sister, their face once playful, innocent child like faces stained scarlet with blood their faces blank no longer feeling pain and something that would break the soul of most hardened heart was his tiny hand clasped in hers as she tried and failed to shield him and get away.
The scent of death and blood surround me filling my soul with despair and sorrow, I want to stop I want to morn this great loss but I cannot if I do I'll be morning the deaths of two others as well; I'm almost there, I can see their bodies now broken and battered across the floor like a child's old play thing now there is a heavy sense of doubt in my mind that I'll be able save them but maybe I'll be able to buy them sometime and ease their pain until the others arrive. Their wounds are gruesome and lethal it pains me more seeing them like this than my own wound are forgotten; I'd get up if I could but I doubt I would last with this broken leg.
I reach them finally and weep with joy and relief they were still alive and close together too; if it were not this dire situation, if it were not for this pain and suffering I would have laughed, always together no matter what. This thought nearly made me smile but this is no time for joy. I reached their broken bodies and forced myself up and placed my hands over each of their faces; it was a familiar tingling sensation giving a little power to heal large injuries it was almost common for us back before... Jacob stirred then Edward and I breathed a sigh of relief I still had a little power left, I might be able to survive. This thought made me smile until I it, the sound of a child fighting for their life she was not far.
So I didn't have to move much and she was so small, so wounded, and so very young; when she muttered the words "Momma ?" she had looked me in the eye, relief and happiness shone brightly on her face like the sun coming from beneath the rain clouds she reached out for me and I her, so small, so weak. I had seen her mother earlier crawling this way she was gone and this angel was alone; she clung to me as hard as she could with a smile on her face, "Momma" I could feel her fading in my arms, No, no, NO ! She must not die, this child must NOT DIE ! so with what little magic I had left I poured into her until I couldn't give anymore.
With her wounds gone and her heart beating I knew I could die and be at peace, "Bella ?" they're awake I see, I turned to smile at my loves as my body fell back because now it was my TIME TO DIE .