Ok, I had the idea in my head for a while, and I wanted to see how it would turn out. I do not wright with the best grammar in the world, but I enjoy doing it. Please read and comment. I love hearing others ideas, and if something is put that I can work with I will be more than happy to use it. I do not own anything just like having my own fun with it. ENJOY!
Ch 2
JPOV
I was running back to the house with char when we stumbled across a scent I knew all too well. One I thought I would never smell. It can't be her she's dead. This scent had a background to it that was spicier then I once remembered. Maybe it's not her, it could be just my mind playing a cruel joke on me. I pushed my speed and I knew my growling could be heard miles off from where we were; all of a sudden I was being tackled down. What the fuck that's not supposed to happen. My battle training went into high gear my mind was screaming at me to protect. The more we fought the more her sent was affecting me, and the longer that happened the faster she was gaining the upper hand. Out of fucking nowhere I was pinned on the ground and for the first time in fifty damn years I was turned on. Between the fighting and her sent I was a goner and I knew this. She was talking but I just wasn't there. I was back to the brown doe eyes that never will I see. I was lost in a memory.
*Flashback*
I'm sitting in the living room reading Emmitt's playing a videogame with Rose next to him flipping through some magazine, Edward is playing his piano and Alice is doing her nails. All of a sudden Alice's eyes glaze over and she slips off into a vision. The next ting Edward stops paying and roars out NOOOOO. We all look up looking between the two waiting to see what's happened.
"She's dead, no no no she's dead"
"Who's dead ally, talk to me" The despair rolling off her was enough to choke me. Alice was sobbing in my arms and I barley was able to make out the name she said. I looked up to my siblings and said "Bella's dead"
*End*
I stood up and slowly turned around; looking up to see the one person I thought I would never see again. "Bella", it came out as a strangled whisper. My mind is racing as I look into the once brown eyes now a black, I knew was from hunger. The next thing I said I knew was stupid, "Your dead" I could not wrap my mind around what I was seeing. She stood silent, tall, her shoulders back in a military style. She never took her eyes off mine as I looked at her. The many scars she bore, the way she stood, the dirty appearance, I knew where she had been. It broke my dead heart, and I wanted revenge. I walked over to her; I had to touch her, to know she was really real. To know that she was not just something my mind was making up. I reached out and brushed my fingers over her cheek; she closed her eyes and relaxed slightly. I couldn't stop myself I did it before I could think. I pulled her to my body and I hugged her.
She stiffened slightly before returning the hug she held on to me like I was keeping her grounded and I did the same. We were both in the same spot. I had been where she was when Peter came back for me. We sank down to our knees and just stayed there. Not moving not speaking anything. We didn't have to or need to. I couldn't say anything even if I wanted to. I could feel her breathing in my sent, so I buried my face in her hair and did the same. God I missed her. I never was allowed to be close to her before, but now I don't want to ever let her go.
I know this is short but I just wanted to get two chapters out today. Hope you enjoyed.