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Rating: Teen
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Caught up in that whirwind was kind of like kissing Edward and what i imagined kissing Fang might be like.
It stole my breath, made my whole being swirl in an endless loop of weightless and breathless. There was the strange pleasure that I got from flying but didn't totaly understand.
Then there was the fear, a fear that showed me how unsure of myself and my emotions I was. But was it because somewhere inside of me, I knew i wasn't in danger? Was that where the strange pleasure came from?
Or maybe because it was like when Edward carried me, I felt the fear and sometimes the sickness but I always felt cared for and safe within his arm (...apart from the whole crash-into-trees thing.)
Whenever I flew, though my wings were only recent and still brand new to me, I felt the rational fear of dropping and falling but it was still an amazing experience. Part of me never wanted to go back to those I had come to think of as family but then something, or someone catapulted into me. Strong, rope like arms wrapped around my waist and I was instantly brought back to the preasent, panic flaring in my heart.
I couldn't help the surprised scream that escaped my throat although it wasn't heard because of the strength and the loud roaring of the wind. Strangly, as soon as the panic died, I knew it was Fang, or maybe the panic died because I knew it was Fang.
A weird tingly feeling seemed to eminate form his arms where they were touching my skin, skin that had been bared when the wind had yanked my new black top about.
New because the money i'd had in my jean pockets from all my birthdays and christmases totaled up to over five hundred dollers, along with the clothes I had taken from my bed room after the attack by the wolfy things.
Fnag was yelling something in my ear but I couldn't fully understand him.
It did, however, sound something like "Concentrate" So i closed my eyes, hid my face against Fang's warm, musky-but-in-a-very-hot-way and concentrated on the huge blowing gust around us, turning it into a small breeze in my head.
As soon as I started concentrating, a sort of calm took over me. I could feel the actual wind in my blood. It was the weirdest sensation but also kinda cool. My heart sped up and my breathing quickened but I still felt the calmness.
Suddenly, the tornado force winds lessened, becoming the breeze i'd been so intent on. Itamed the wind like a ring master tames its lions, and like a ring master, I knew the wind wasn't a play thing, just as he would know that the lion would never be a dog, never be completly his, I knew the storm and winds wasn't really mine, I just had the power to harness it. The wind could turn on me at any second and i understood that.
But for now, i had it.
When we landed on the forest floor, we both stumbled. Fang and myself were still clingling to each other as we collapsed to our knees on the cold, wet grass. As soon as we were on the floor, we were swept up in the hugs of the Flock and Edward, or at least I was, Edward didn't seem as keen to hug Fang. For a moment, I let my head rest of Edward's shoulder, breathing in his unique scent. Its ability to make me relax haddn't changed at all.
"Are you okay?" The vampire murmered into my ear, his breath softly caressing (sp?) my ear and throat. I couldn't find the words to say yes so I just nodded. I could faintly hear Nudge using her super speed mouth to tell us all how amazing it had been. I couldn't help but think what the locals would be thinking. Would they be scared? Worried for their safety even though it was over?
Sighing tierdly I pulled away from hugging Edward and walked back to our camp thing. The fire had blown out and i sat down next to it, wondering how we should re kindle the spark needed to re-light the fire. As i sat musing, intent on being warm again, Edward crouched next to me, a rock in his hand. Throwing me his crooked smile, he started to rub the rock on his granite-like hand. A spark flew towards the fire wood and somehow, instantly re-lit. I gasped in surprise.
Obviously i had known what he was trying to do, but when he actualy managed it? I was shocked.
Edward was amazing, and thats putting it lightly. Astounding...and I can't think of any more 'A' words...
Amnesia!
Wait, what does that have to do with a vampire's personality? Stray giggles escaped my mouth. Snorting quietly (And very unlady-like) I ignored the stange looks that i was recieving and tried to be composed. Serious.
For some untold, unknown reason the word 'Serious' made me think of Emmett in a suit presenting a murder case in which he was the defendent and the murderer (sp?) was a chicken. Dressed like a christmas tree.
The whole scene played itself out in my head and soon i was rolling around on the cold ground, crying with hysterical laughter.
If i'd of been in public, i'm pretty sure that not one of them wouldn't have disowned me.
"Uh...Bella?" Edward verntured hesitantly.
"Emmett...Lawyer...Chicken!" I managed to fire out the three words which most likely just confused them more.
Yep, 'cos i'm that serious.
