Neverfading

Neverfading

By: Mitternachto

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Neverfading – Chapter 7 – Voices

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My night at the Cullens had been very cosy. Edward had stayed at my side the whole night, sometimes he was singing for me, sometimes he just closed his eyes and rested his head on my shoulder. I knew that he wasn't asleep, but it was still hard to tell.

That night, a new dream was formed inside of my head.

I saw myself running on a huge field. Running for my life, to scared to look back.

I felt my adrenaline pumping fast, and my legs moving very fast. But not fast enough.

Something was chasing me, I didn't know what it was, and I had no chance to escape from it.

Then, a sudden movement made me look left.

Edward was running next to me, with his eyes fixed straight forward, his mouth only visible as a thin line.

It scared me to look at him, since I'd never seen him look so scared.

My dream carried on, and Edward and I kept running from whatever-it-was. But for no use.

Then, I forced myself to look behind my shoulder, to see what was chasing us.

At first I didn't see anything. But then, a dark silhouette started to aproach us. The shadow turned into a visible person, and I saw a girl with long, dark hair and brilliant purple eyes.

She stared at me, hissed, and jumped. We hit the ground with a terrible crushing sound.

I screamed and called for Edward to help me, but he kept running.

I turned to face the girl, only to see her face only an inch from mine, her eyes filled with dark sparkles.

"So this is his new distraction" she hissed with a low, echoing but beautiful voice "Interesting, I thought you'd be prettier…"

I screamed and tried to get up on my feet, but she was holding me tight to the ground. Before I could get any chance to escape, she started to talk again.

"Bella is your name, right? It means 'beautiful' in french, did you know that? It's a very noble name, you should really be proud of it. Though, I think my name is prettier. But I guess he likes yours better than mine nowadays, isn't it so, Isabella?"

She leaned in, and my first thought was that she was going to bite me. But instead she kissed my neck. It bruned like fire, though, and I started to scream again, and then…

… I woke up, still screaming.

Charlie sat on the bed, running his fingers through my hair, and I discovered that I was in my own room. Edward was nowhere to be seen.

"There, Bella, it's okay, you were only dreaming." My father whispered. It was odd enough that he was actually comforting me, but he seemed scared too.

"Oh no" I whispered "Did I talk in my sleep again?"

Surprisingly, Charlie chuckled.
"Yes, a little. Though I didn't get anything of it. You were crying the same sentence over and over again. 'Leave us alone', 'Leave us alone'. "

I had to bit my lip to prevent myself from screaming again. The dream had seemed so real. But I knew that it couldn't possibly be. For the first, Edward would never leave me if someone were attacking me. Secondly, the girl in the dream – that must have been Amaranth – and she was in no condition to hunt me.

Charlie left the room and I got out of bed. It was almost noon, and the sun made my room look golden.

I moved over to my mirror, pulled of my pajamas, and started to look for some clean clothes.

I got dressed, and started to move towards the bathroom. It wasn't until I stood in front of the mirror – brushing my teeth – that I felt it.

A pain in my neck.

It felt like something had scratched me, deep enough to hurt, but not deep enough to leave a mark.

My heart almost stopped beating as I recalled the dream. Amaranth had kissed me on my neck. On exactly the same spot as the pain.

The toothbrush fell to the floor with a loud thump. My hands trembled as I seached the pain to find a scar, mark or anything that could explain the sudden pain. But I found nothing.

As I was searching, the pain increased. Not the same kind of pain that James bitemark had caused me, but a stinging pain that caused my neck to shiver.

Charlie sat in the sofa watching tv – it was Sunday today and he had the day off. At first I considered the option to drive to the Cullens, but then I remembered that Edawrd wouldn't be there. He was going to hunt this Sunday, with Carlisle, Alice, Emmet and Esme. Which meant that the only ones at the Cullens house were Rosalie and Jasper – not exactly the persons I wanted to talk to right now.

So, I got back to my room, threw myself on my bed and started thinking.

Amaranth had kissed me on my neck in the dream. Amaranth had kissed me on my neck in the dream. Amaranth had kissed me on my neck in the dream.

It could be a coincidence, but the chance was small.

I sat up and shook my head – I was worrying too much. Amaranth was in some sort of coma and in no condition to harm me – and even if she was up and running, there was no reason for her to harm me.

Except for me stealing her boyfriend.

My head was getting dizzy, and I took a deep breath to calm my thoughts.

At first it seemed to work, but then suddenly, my head almost exploded in pain.

It felt like something tried to get inside my head, causing it a lot of pain. I gasped and tried to breath, but it was hard. The pain filled my head, making me dizzy again, and I fell down on my bead.

Still concious, I could hear a distant voice in my head, calling my name.

"Bella"

I threw myself from one side to the other, and tried to get the voice out of my head, it was causing me so much pain it was unbearable. I couldn't scream either – I could barely breath.

The voice appeared again, but the pain prevented me to hear the words.

Then everything went black.

I didn't sleep that night. The whole Sunday went by, and I stayed in my room.

I was scared.

A terrible headache was all that remained of the stunning pain I had felt. A headache and a lot of memories.

I wanted to believe that the pain had no connection with the sleeping vampiregirl at the Cullens house, but a part of me did see a pattern. The pain appeared after I discovered her, and all the worry I felt was due to her story, that Edward had told me.

Somewhere deep inside, I thought that Amaranth was mad at me for stealing her boyfriend. But deeper inside, smething told me that she wanted my help with something, and that that was the reason for her intruding my dreams.

I had no idea what was waiting for me, the only thing I waited for was for Edward to return.

I could never imagine that something even more terrible and beautiful could be waiting for something else.

A chance to meet me.

To be continued…

AN: Hi again! So, in this chapter I want things to get a bit more…ah…well… exciting? I dunno, but I'm pretty tired of explanation-chapters, like Amaranth's Story. I want conversations happy.

However, I'm going on vacation now, so I won't be able to write for some weeks, but don't think that I've given up on the story! Non non!

Again, thanks so much for commenting and givin suggestions, it helps me so much!

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