Characters
Dawn- college student come for an internship trip to la push to study the culture, heritage, artifacts, ectect.
Lucas- upperclassman college student come with internship trip to help guide the newbie's, had deluded himself in to thinking dawn still likes him, he is her ex boyfriend.
Professor Jordan Michaels- working with a museum on this internship campaign, found dawn to be very enthusiastic, though a first year college student asked dawn to come along for the experience but she was only really going to make her own notes when she had time she was basically there officially as their errand runner.
Extra students-…….
Time/Setting-
Four and a half years after the "Volturi Incident"
Mostly takes place in LaPush and some in Forks
Hey guys thanks for being patient with me, life just got really busy, sorry again!
Chapter 2: Dreaming
The darkness engulfed me as the cold enveloped me in an embrace. The dreaded cold, never again would I ever let it into my heart. The bars enclosed around my arms. His arms were the bars
'No' I yelled. 'I don't want it! I don't want any of it!' a beast raged within me while I struggled futilely against his prison.
'No! NO!' I grew more frantic, though I didn't know why at that moment, then the incision. I didn't know what pierced me all I knew was that something did. At first just the knowledge that something entered me made me numb. It was the pinch that jolted me and the draining that occurred brought me back, giving me the sensation of being wrong, dirty.
The scary part was feeling me slipping….. away, suddenly it pulled out and I felt the wetness stream down my neck, pulsing with my speeding heart.
Blood.
I could smell it.
I'd always been sensitive to that coppery metallic smell.
As if on cue, once id thought that word a burning sensation puckered in my jugular vein right as the base of my jaw where the blood oozed steadily from down my neck. For a split second I felt the monsters face nuzzle the other side of my neck and I thought stricken that he was going to insert his poisonous fangs into my body again but I belatedly realized he already did what he wanted to do.
Fire.
The Fire.
It spread.
It spread slowly at first like a campfire consuming too many coals, but soon the slow eating fire reached my heart which caused it to flare to life. As if someone poured an unlimited gasoline into the flame, it caused the painful sensation, to spread faster through my body and to devour me.
As the fire heated through my body and worsened the cold hands that kept me in place turned freezing on me, directly contradicting the heat burning through my body, tears seemingly evaporated off of my skin. The extreme differences between these two temperatures caused my body to go into painful convulsions as my mind screamed out in horror
'This just couldn't be real!' I cried. 'No I'm dreaming! Please god, let me be dreaming!' after that it just got worse, the fire spread even faster, now reaching my fingers and toes. I could feel it as it made its relentless way back up to my heart and soon to my brain.
It was too late, whatever I was going to become, and nothing could save me.
Nothing.
I was…
Hopeless.
When I thought that word, releasing my restraints and just enduring the pain two very large hands came out of nowhere, russet in color they grabbed my face gently between each one and wiped away my tears. The heat emanating from them was soothing and seemed to sear through the fire, forcing it out from my body; but the cold snarled and yanked at me trying to plunge me back into his cold cruel night mare. I cried out desperate for the heat.
I wanted….
I needed….
I had to become the heat.
It was the only sanctuary from the cold. The only thing able to protect me was the heat. I was resolved, by any means necessary I had to become part of the heat.
As the fire died away so did the cold. I could feel the pain ebbing until it became nothing more. The chill disipatated as the darkness faded gradually to a gray, which then paled to vagueness where nothing mattered.