Okay so I was pleasantly surprised at the response to the first chapter. Thank you all you reviewers.
There seem to be alot of Bellice fans but the question of who Bella ends up with is still a toss up.
And no Bella isn't a ghost nor is she the one killing people. She is simply the person responsible for taking care of the ghosts.
And one more thing this chapter is depressing, and it will most likely piss a few people off. Continue reading at your own risk. Everything I'm doing in this story I'm doing for a reason.
"You're joking…Ghosts?" Rosalie's incredulous expression made me sigh. It wasn't that far fetched. Being a vampire should make her more open to the improbable. After all every day we defy logical explanation. According to Webster's inglorious definition of a vampire, my siblings and I are reanimated bodies who came from the grave at night to suck the blood of sleeping victims. We are described as people who live by preying on others or a much less cognizant definition defines a vampire as a woman who exploits and ruins her lover. Human drivel-all of it. We are not grave escapees that burrowed out of our caskets-nor are we limited to hunting only in the daytime. Humans are not even our preferred diet, at least not in my coven's case. If our very nature is a conundrum and we, in our entirety, exist out of society's cliché's, myths, and ghoul stories. Why can't ghosts?
"Alice ghosts aren't real." My sister disdainfully pointed out.
Blasphemy!
Why do people insist on disagreeing with me?
"Rosalie we can't discount the possibility that we might be dealing with something out of the norm here. We can't find any evidence of a physical presence around these deaths. There's no scent, no D.N.A, no nothing. I can't see the murderer in my visions and there are no witnesses. The only reason why we even know this killer is still on the loose is because he or she keeps leaving mangled body parts behind. What if it is a ghost?" I countered.
The blank look she gave me wasn't very encouraging.
I surged on anyways glaring at my stubborn sibling. She was impossibly beautiful and impossibly hard headed. It was one of her most lovable qualities and right now I wanted to smack her for it
"Rosalie what other explanation is there?"
"Almost any other explanation would suffice." She snorted. "You can't seriously tell me ghosts are the best we can come up with."
Rose I love you to death but sometimes…
I sighed again, and bit my lower lip before I blurted out some other argument. I couldn't talk to her when she got like this. Until there was proof, without a reasonable doubt she wasn't going to budge. This conversation would go so much smoother if Carlisle was here but he had gone out hunting with the rest of the boys. Jasper, Emmet, and Edward had all torn out of the house an hour ago. It was commonplace-tradition. In the face of adversity, always hunt beforehand. With bad news looming over us like this the guys were doing just that.
I chose to stay behind simply because after seeing Ben's…condition, my appetite was lacking. Rosalie stayed behind to keep me company along with Esme- who was on the phone at the moment talking to the Denali's and asking them what they knew about ghosts.
The answer was, unfortunately, not much.
They weren't familiar with that brand of undead.
I stepped back plopping like a very depressed, very graceful sack of potatoes on Rosalie's bed. We were discussing the impossibility of ghosts in her room so if she lost her temper it would be her things getting destroyed not mine. I could tolerate many things but her destroying my possessions which took hours to shop for every weekend was not one of them. I didn't need any more stress. I mused inwardly.
An uneasy silence fell between us as she occupied herself with taming her hair, and I amused myself by studying her room. It was the exact opposite of mine. Rosalie was glaringly superior in everything, an inherent elitist. She demanded order, and perfection in every aspect of her life even the bedroom. Every book was organized alphabetically. Every piece of furniture matched-offsetting the color of the curtains and the carpet. The room was a crisp white color that practically screamed Rosalie. You could feel her presence in every detail of this room-another testament to her influence.
You would think her controlling nature would clash with Emmet's volatile side but he complimented her nicely because he drove everything into a state of complete disaster and chaos. She enjoyed that immensely and it was nothing but pure entertainment for him. They were made for each other. She adored him because he had no expectations of her and made her feel valued. He returned her affections tenfold because no man in their right mind would reject Rosalie's love.
I was almost jealous. The connection I shared with Jazz paled in comparison to her bond with Emmet. They completed each other. They lived to make each other happy. Jasper barely satisfied me.
He was my best friend but not my mate.
I loved him, but I wasn't in love with him.
I slept with him, but I always felt empty afterwards.
I wanted more.
I frowned, unused to my thoughts being in disarray like this.
This was not the appropriate time to be agonizing over Jazz or Rosalie. More important things needed my attention. As if to emphasize that thought my eyes glazed over in a vision.
Oh no…
I closed my eyes as the vision ended.
Dammit.
"Alice?" Rosalie noticed my austere expression, and precariously made her way over to my side. "What did you see?"
"Angela just found out. Her parents have been trying to find a way to break it to her gently all evening. She keeps sobbing Rose." I murmured. My sister's normal surly expression softened. One thing Rosalie understood intimately was grief. She had been subjected to enough pain in her years to empathize. We all understood on some level what Angela was going through right now.
Downstairs I heard Esme abruptly end her conversation with Tanya Denali and hang up the phone. I wasn't surprised in the least when she appeared in front of me seconds later. Esme couldn't help herself where we were concerned. She couldn't tolerate her children being distressed. Nor could she endure hearing someone in pain. She was built to comfort and protect anyone that needed her. Carlisle may lead this coven, but Esme nurtured it, and on some level she was scarier than Carlisle,
God forbid anyone threaten us within earshot of her.
"Alice is she okay?" My mother in all but blood asked.
"No. She's heartbroken. I don't think Angela will be okay for a long time." I said helplessly. I knew without having to look into the future that Angela felt numb. For the next several months she would cry herself to sleep because it hurt too much to do anything else. Losing someone you loved was like losing half your heart. Half of who you are crawls into the grave after them, and all you want to do is follow it.
Why did Ben have to die?
How had things spiraled out of control like this?
Esme's face wilted at this new information. "That poor girl." She lamented her eyes darkening. She had a weak disposition for those who were suffering, and Angela was hurting right now.
We had left these murders alone for far too long.
I shifted closer to Esme who stretched her arms out for me and Rosalie. Wordlessly I buried myself into her side, and Rosalie-fiercely implacable Rosalie allowed herself to be enveloped into the hug as well. No one could resist Esme's hugs. There were some occasions where physical touch accomplished in a few minutes what words could not accomplish in day. This was one of those instances. After a few minutes of relaxed silence, Esme broke the quiet.
"Alright, both of you we should get downstairs. I hear the boys coming home."
I could hear them too.
Reluctantly I disentangled myself from Esme and Rosalie, missing their presence almost instantly. Having both of them near me was comforting.
"Ghosts? Carlisle was there a gas leak in that mortuary?" Emmet's booming voice traveled all the way upstairs.
I sent Rosalie a pointed look. "You said the exact same thing but in a more articulate way."
The glare she sent me could curdle milk, and I covered my mouth with a hand to hide my grin. Rosalie's patience was non existent. Even without Jasper's ability I could feel the exasperation emanating from her.
"Vampire's aren't affected by gas Emmet. Our body will just reject and discharge it like it does any other substance that's not blood or venom, and yes we might be dealing with ghosts." Carlisle monologues, slipping easily into his role of medical practitioner. At that precise moment Esme, Rosalie and I made our ways downstairs so we could finally commence our family meeting.
"The idea of ghosts is just so…" Edward's nose wrinkled in disgust as if smelling something foul.
I decided to contribute my own thoughts. "It's so what? Foreign? Weird? Unbelievable?" I guessed, throwing out words rapidly.
My brother grimaced. "No it's asinine. Ghosts don't exist."
"Thank you." Rosalie commented dryly. "That's what I've been saying for the past hour."
Jasper who had been silent since arriving finally spoke, and in doing so ruptured the veil of denial and disbelief blinding my siblings. "Are we arrogant enough to assume we know every supernatural creature in existence? Just because we've never seen a ghost, and we've never come in contact with one we can deduce that they're not real? We are vampires. To most people we are nothing but myths. We are, in effect, legends to scare children at night." Jasper bared his teeth, and the dim livingroom light reflected off his canines. "But we do exist. We can't ignore the possibility of ghosts just because logic dictates they aren't real, because logically-we are not real either."
Everyone stared at Jasper.
That was the most he'd said in one breath since joining this family with me.
He was a man of few words, but when he did say something he made damn sure to make it count. Anything that came from Jazz was well thought out and everything he said was measured, calculated, and weighed. I could appreciate his silence more now because his reserve made every word from his lips that much more profound.
"Amen." Emmet chuckled shaking his head. My bear of brother slid an arm around Rosalie's waist drawing her towards him. She settled next to him, a small frown gracing her lips."Okay so if ghosts are real, and it is a ghost running around Forks killing people than what the hell are we supposed to do? I can't karate chop a ghost in the throat can I?"
"We are not doing anything." Carlisle stated, purposely stressing the "we" so he could imply Bella's involvement. In all of this confusion over spirits no one has mentioned Bella Swan-the enigmatic woman Billy had called.
"So we're to sit here twiddling our thumbs?" Rosalie growled, her tone conveying how little she favored that idea.
"An expert was called." Carlisle explained calmly.
"What expert? A priest? Or a exorcist? Who specializes in spirits?...We didn't call T.A.P.S, or ghostbusters did we?" Emmet blinked, his handsome face twisted into an unhappy frown.
"Bella Swan." Edward answered before Carlisle could. My mindreading brother had no doubt spent the last few minutes picking through someone's thoughts. Only Carlisle, Jasper and I were privy to information surrounding Bella. We were the only ones present when Billy called her. A contemplative expression crossed his face. "What makes this girl- Bella, such an expert?"
"Billy said she's the most qualified person he knows." Carlisle replied thoughtfully. "I'm not sure what constitutes as an expert in ghosts or why she's considered one."
Rosalie stood up from Emmet's lap, her entire stance defiant. "A stranger is going to fix our dilemna-someone completely alien to Forks and to us, and the only person we have to vouch for her is a fucking dog?!" Incredulity ruled her expression along with fury. She was not pleased with entrusting her family and her home to an outsider.
"Rosalie-"
She shook her head cutting off whatever Esme was going to say. "No this is without a doubt the most inane and ludicrous idea I've ever heard." She spat, her tone ripe with contempt. "There's no telling how trustworthy this person is, nor is it possible to tell if they're competent enough to help."
"Rosalie-" Carlisle tried to reason with her but was cut off in the same manner his mate was.
"I'm going hunting." She ground out, blurring from the house.
Uncertainty bolted Emmet in place, as his amber eyes followed Rosalie's retreating figure. A half second later after smiling weakly at us he disappeared from the room to follow his mate.
"Well that went well." I mused out loud. The remaining occupants of the room all glanced restlessly at each other. Everyone appeared to be at a loss of what to do after Rosalie's outburst. Unconsciously my eyes trailed over to Jasper. He wasn't looking at me, he was glaring fixedly at the wall. His expression was tortured. The culpable tension in the room must be harrowing for an empath. However, the electric feeling in the air was kiddy play after enduring the tidal wave of anger pouring off of Rosalie.
"Everyone calm down." I murmured gliding over to my friend.
I distracted him by placing a trail of soft kisses down his jawline.
Under my touch he slowly relaxed, inch by inch his muscles became less taut until he was resting languidly against the arm chair.
"Sorry Jasper." Esme sighed. "We didn't mean to overwhelm you like that."
He buried his face in my shoulder breathing in my scent. "It's fine Esme." He replied softly, nuzzling my neck.
I chuckled. "Bella's causing all this trouble and she's not even here yet."
Edward from his reclining position against the wall laughed along with me. "Perhaps in person she will be less inclined to cause chaos."
And maybe pigs will start flying.
And perhaps I will start rolling around in the forest at night, ruining my designer clothes getting in touch with my inner Thoreau.
Ha ha.
NO.
Inconceivable. No matter what happens my clothes are staying intact, and Bella Swan-whoever she may be will not be a threat to my family. Perhaps we will be friends. Maybe. Possibly. Hopefully.
Ugh.
I hate not having my visions…
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We found out as the week progressed Billy Black had a warped concept of time. A couple of days passed and there was still no sign of his ghost expert. Forks carried on in the normal dreary way it always did-lacking any and all versatility and color. In fact, the town was depressingly normal. The apparition seemed to recede from everyone's thoughts and there was no word from Billy at all. The only visible difference-the only deviation from normality was the town wide curfew issued by the sheriff's department. Every person residing in the town of Forks Washington had to be home by ten o clock. Anyone caught wandering the streets after ten would be brought in for questioning.
It seemed unwarranted but I understood the validity of the curfew. Chief Swan believed the killer was still loose.
I believed something similar.
Why were people no longer dying?
Did something assuage the spirit or was it concocting something sinister?
Everyday my siblings and I went to school pondering these questions and every day we came home with no answers. Every day we noticed the gaping hole at Jessica's table where Angela and Ben used to sit, and every day we felt a little more useless. It was infuriating.
Eternal, perfect predators, and we were as helpless as the humans we were supposed to prey on.
Irony at it's finest.
I hated this feeling of guilt that superseded Ben's demise too, a guilt that only multiplied when I fell back into the practiced apathy of a vampire after only four days. As an immortal with all the time in the world I felt disconnected from humans, and although Ben's death bothered me it didn't affect me the same way it affected the other students. My family and I have tasted death over the last century. People die-not in the gruesome way Ben did but, invariably, inevitably everyone falls into death's cold embrace, and vampires, removed from this human denouement, are cursed to be silent spectators of their demise.
Eventually it gets easier.
Eventually we no longer hold ourselves accountable for living while our human counterparts withered away.
Desensitization is not a new failing of this generation. It is a mastered discipline vampires excel in. My family is no exception. After the initial intrigue and shock of these murders melted away we eased into the same practical existence we had before Ben died. The humans-still cowed, still grieving, slowly fell into their own routines as well.
For two days Forks was normal.
For five days Forks almost appeared boring.
Monotony-the cornerstone of eternity, and also the plague of every immortal's existence settled over Forks, embracing the little town like a mother would embrace her favorite child. The days ran together seamlessly. Nothing bad ever happened. Nothing good ever happened. Nothing ever happened.
That sixth day something did happen.
It was such a little thing that we almost dismissed it.
However, despite it's frivolity it was too peculiar to just disregard and forget.
My family, on this particular Saturday all occupied different sections of the house. We were taking this time to amuse ourselves with our own little hobbies.
I stood alone in my room sketching the tower of London, emphasizing each pencil stroke with a flick of my wrist, and meticulously shading each detail when a low growl caught my attention from downstairs. I paused midstroke, tilting my head to the side to listen more intently.
That sounded like Emmet.
Slowly I placed my pencil down still listening for more voices.
"Aw Emmet its okay to lose-after all, someone has to suck at this game." Edward gloated, his smooth voice dropping an octave as he snidely showcased his superiority.
I waited listening for Emmet's witty comeback, but all I heard was another growl, this time loud enough to be heard by anyone that wasn't listening to their conversation. Concern, and the beginnings of annoyance welled up in my chest. Edward will you stop torturing Emmet? I thought projecting my irritation at him. I blurred downstairs just to check on my brothers and slid to a stop next to Rosalie.
My sister didn't even acknowledge my presence, she was so preoccupied staring at her mate.
I followed her gaze, raking my eyes up and down Emmet's tense form.
There was something foreign in his face. His eyes were dark, and terrifying and his expression was twisted into one of undiluted rage. I could not understand where this enmity-this animosity was coming from. Emmet didn't have a temper, that's why he could stand side by side with Rosalie unscathed. His anger shouldn't be piqued after a simple video game. Never had he looked seconds away from lunging at someone and beating them to death over Halo.
Edward could sense the danger and he met Emmet's gaze warily.
Next to me Rosalie moved, reappearing next to Emmet in an instant.
"Emmet." Her voice was hard, warning him to tread lightly.
The growling persisted.
I watched, unable to stop the look of undisguised shock slowly creeping across my face. Emmet never growled at Rosalie. Ever. He would sooner chop off his left arm. Intuitively we all knew that but I couldn't tell if Emmet did. What was wrong with him? Rosalie, ill tempered, and incredibly dangerous when provoked never lost her composure. It was with a neutral expression that she placed her hands on either side of Emmet's bulky frame. Her hands ghosted over the contours of his face, tracing his enraged expression with unusual gentleness.
Slowly the anger bled out of his expression leaving only confusion.
"Whoa." Emmet breathed. My behemoth of a brother stepped back cradling his head. "What in the hell was that?"
"I have no idea." Rosalie answered, leaving one hand firmly on his chest as if her touch alone could anchor him. "I haven't seen you that pissed off in a long time."
Edward blinked slowly and stood up, leaving the game controller alone on the floor. "I've never seen you that pissed off Emmet, and your thoughts were so…distorted." Edward ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his marble features cold. His expression was unreadable and that made me uncomfortable.
Edward was always unpredictable when he got like this.
"I don't know what happened." Emmet said dazedly shaking his head. "I just got so angry…"
"Maybe it was just a heat of the moment thing." I said, hearing the doubt in my words even as I said them.
Emmet was impulsive, but incapable of being this reckless. He hated losing, but not enough to endanger Edward, and definitely not enough to growl at Rosalie. Rosalie was his heart-his other half. He made it his prerogative in life to keep her smiling. At this very moment Rosalie wasn't smiling though-she was worried. Emmet's unprecedented reaction had her concerned. We were all concerned.
Something strange was going on.
I could feel it, but without my visions I wasn't sure.
I wasn't certain, and I was afraid of assuming anything because I could just be paranoid.
So with some reluctance I disregarded this incident, and everyone else did too. The rest of the night progressed without any other oddities revealing themselves. We tried to carry on like normal.
However, I kept a careful eye on Rosalie and Emmet.
The days proceeding this incident were tense. To the untrained eye they were fine but I knew my sister, and I knew Emmet. Rosalie was apprehensive. Her unparalleled beauty was marred by a permanent frown this week and Emmet was still acting out of character. At night instead of staying in Rosalie's room he would sneak off and disappear for hours. He would not return until the crack of dawn and never gave her a clear explanation on where he went. Instead he simply swept into the house caked in mud and dirt and pretended like he wasn't acting suspicious.
Not to mention-With each passing hour his temper worsened.
Rosalie was tiring of his attitude, and unpredictable behavior. I could feel it in the rigid set of her shoulders and the way she stiffened whenever he was close to her. My sister was not a woman to be trifled with and Emmet was testing her. The severity of her expression today made me flinch.
I didn't know what to say or do though.
No one wanted to interfere because Rosalie wouldn't tolerate anyone intruding in her marriage. She would eviscerate anyone that dared. Jasper helped calm the waters but no amount of empathy would placate a pissed off Rosalie.
So we watched, and speculated.
A week and a half had passed with still no word from Bella or Billy.
We were all becoming increasingly anxious.
I hated the atmosphere in the house.
It grated on me and I found myself relying heavily on Jasper to alleviate the strain. He did so happily. Under the weight of everyone's emotions he required his own solitude and stability. He secluded himself while everyone dealt with the tension in their own way. My solution to not being asphyxiated by the oppressive air in the house was to surround myself with as much affection as I can-hence the position I'm in now.
At this precise moment I sat curled into Jasper. We lay entwined on his bed, my face buried in the crook of his neck, and his arm wrapped around my waist. Lazily, he traced circles on the vast expanse of skin not covered by my shirt, and I couldn't stop the contented purr rumbling from my chest.
"Things are finally quiet." He murmured contentedly.
I nodded against him, my lips just grazing the side of his neck. "It's been a long week."
"Did you see Angela at school yesterday?" He paused in his ministrations and I sighed, as his hand came to rest on my hip.
"I did." I admitted quietly. "She looked...terrible, like she hasn't slept in days."
"She's too upset. Death is never an easy thing to deal with, and grief is hard to swallow." Jasper replied absentmindedly. I knew his mind was traveling back to his soldier days as he says this. Being one of the vampires that actively participated in the Civil War left Jasper with innumerable scars and only some of them are physical.
"Do you really think it's a ghost Jazz?"
He fell silent. His gaze became thoughtful and reflective. "Darling unless we can find some other person responsible ghosts might be our best bet."
I groaned.
"I knew you were going to say something like that."
I could feel him shaking in laughter beside me and resisted the urge to punch him. "It goes against my upbringing to lie Alice."
Damn him and his contagious laughter.
I felt a small giggle bubbling up before I could stop it. "That's because you're old, and supposedly you were raised to be a dreamy Southern gentleman." I fake swooned as all gullible girls did at the prospect of a polite overly protective lover.
I also enjoyed his affronted expression immensely afterword.
"I AM a Southern gentleman." He said sternly, but I could see the amused twinkle in his eye. "And you, ma'am, are several years older than I am."
Did he just call me old?
Judging from the way his lips were twitching I'm gonna say yes he did just imply I was old…
Jazz, you bastard.
I pointed an accusatory finger at him. "You, my dear sir, are on probation. Don't talk to me."
He opened his mouth to object and I poked him in the chest. "I said don't talk to me." He closed his mouth obediently, and purposely turned his attention to the ceiling.
"Alic-"
He was cut off by an enraged scream.
"Goddammit Emmet!"
Everything that happened next was a blur. I saw Emmet's decision a second before it happened. I heard Edward's panicked curse the second I came out of my vision. I didn't have time to process what I saw. If I actually stopped to think about my vision it would be too late. Faster than I've ever attempted to move before I disentangled myself from Jasper and lunged out of the room, praying that I wouldn't be too late-hoping that for once in my life I was wrong-so very wrong.
Please Please Please Please don't do this.
Emmet for the love of god DON'T do this.
Please.
Something cold tightened in my chest. Would pleading do anything?
It didn't help Ben.
Distantly I heard Jasper crash down the stairs behind me. I heard Esme and Carlisle pleading for what, or to whom I don't know.
The only thing I could feel, that I was keenly aware of, was Rosalie in all her fierce anger-in all her inherent glory was terrified. She was terrified for the same exact reason I was because in the corner of the garage covered in oil was Emmet, and in his hand was a lighter. Just as we arrived-just as we moved to rip the lighter from his grasp, to ask what the fuck he was doing, Emmet in a fit of utter madness conjured a flame with a small inconsequential click, and then let the lighter slip from his fingers.
A sound like an animal dying pierced the silence paralyzing the room, and I realized with a start, that the agonized sound echoing in every recess, and crevice of the garage was me. Me-in shock as I watched the flames lick my brother's face. The fire consumed him instantly and we could do nothing but watch in horror as his body caved in on itself.
"Emmet…" Rosalie's tortured whisper filled every corner of the room. I couldn't bear to look over at her. I couldn't handle seeing her so visibly shaken. Rosalie wasn't meant to sound broken. She wasn't meant to sound like anguish was pile driving her into the ground.
Rosalie Lillian Hale never looked vulnerable.
For the second time today I became enthralled in a vision I didn't want.
I didn't even wait for the vision to finish before I was in motion.
Dammit Rose.
I crashed into my sister in midair, using my momentum to send us careening into her Lotus Esperi . We bounced off the hood, and tumbled to the floor. She thrashed against me hissing. Gone was my loving protective sister. Gone was the prideful woman who exceeded every flaw and limitation. In Rosalie's place was a grieving vampire teetering on the edge of her sanity.
Rosalie just lost her mate.
She was going to leap into the fire after him.
I felt the rest of my family surge into motion. From my peripherals I could see Carlisle blur in the house, and return with a fire extinguisher. Edward and Jasper appeared on either side of me and with their combined strength managed to hold Rosalie down. Shell shocked, and more than a little disorientated it took me a second to release her from my hold.
"Rose…" I said quietly as I watched my sister fight, and buck wildly.
She was desperate.
"Let her go." Esme's voice was tight with pain, and her eyes were completely black.
Everyone looked at her.
"Let Rosalie go."
"I don't think that's such a good-" Edward warned fruitlessly, but Esme wasn't hearing it. Her eyes were fixed only in the place where Emmet was standing-where he was standing mere seconds ago, alive. "Now Edward." She growled taking a step forward. In all our years together Esme had never used that tone on us before. Edward instantly relaxed his grip as did Jasper and Rosalie wrenched herself away from them. She glanced wildly around the room till her gaze fell on the place Emmet was standing. Emmet. Emmet. Emmet.
Her face cracked, and she bit her bottom lip, an action she swore was beneath her.
She looked on the verge of tears, but even as a human Rosalie wouldn't allow herself to cry. Not here-she would not show weakness in front of us, but she couldn't keep her eternal reserve anymore either. Not now-when everything was so raw-not when the only thing she wanted to do was curl into herself and crawl beneath the Earth to cope with her grief.
Rosalie spared us one glance before she disappeared from the house.
I saw her in my minds eye leveling a few clearings in the forest to blow off some steam.
"She's going to kill a few trees." I murmured quietly, to reassure Esme. I saw her nod, acknowledging my words, but her tortured expression never changed. Carlisle embraced her in a hug and a sound similar to the one I had made earlier escaped her throat. She clung to her mate like he was the only thing worthwhile in the world. Like he was the only thing dulling the pain that was choking the rest of us.
And that ball of pain blossomed in my chest again.
I never saw this coming.
Any of this.
Why the FUCK did Emmet die?
He wasn't suicidal. He wasn't trapped in a life where every day was hell. He loved living. He loved his mate. He loved his family.
I didn't understand. I couldn't even fathom…Why…
A whimper escaped my throat and Jasper was at my side instantly.
He hugged me wrapping his arms around me like I was fragile- like I would break at his touch, and I stood stiffly in his embrace.
Nothing made sense.
Nothing at all.
A sob tore from my throat.
"Jazz…" I couldn't even finish my thought.
Why would Emmet, my goofball videogaming brother kill himself?
Okay sooooooooo...yeah.
That's the end of the chapter. This is one of those chapters that just kind of wrote itself.
What do you all think?
The new chapter will be out soon. Bella will be in it-if not in that one definitely in the next one.
