A/N: SM owns all things Twilight. Everything else is mine.
Chapter 9
Later, when everyone has left, I lie down in my bed and just pass the fuck out. I am so tired from the night before and from all that I did today that I just can't fight it. Again, the store will have to wait.
I'm walking in the woods again with the only light coming from the moon, but it feels different. I'm not out of breath and I feel calm; I feel at peace. I hear a violin being played, but even with it sounding sad, it's beautiful. I have to find the source.
As I get closer and the music gets louder, I hear the wolves again, only I'm not frightened this time. Their howls from last night are now merely whimpers as if in mourning. Out of my peripheral, I see movement on either side of me. I don't have to guess at what it is. They don't seem to be bothered by me and accept my presence.
We're about to enter the same clearing as before, but I can't see anyone. There's no sign of the angel or any other being from which the violin's music originates. I stop when I get to the tree line and keep looking. I'm startled and have to look at my right hand when something brushes it. It's the white wolf from before and he, or she, is seeking comfort. Then, a black wolf slowly approaches on my left and does the same.
They start to walk forward again, but stop and look back, noticing I haven't moved. Getting the hint, I follow, unsure of why I'm needed. It's only then I notice there is a woman playing the violin in the center, wearing a long, dark dress. No wings. The tune is still sad and I just want to hug her.
By now, I've stopped walking and the wolves let me, but continued on and are now circled around her. She's still facing away from me. They sit and she brings the song to a close. When she speaks, her voice seems to float on the slight breeze, but the words she utters have me waking up and crying.
"Everyone who says hello will one day say goodbye. Sometimes without warning or giving a reason why. There is water in my eyes and fire in my heart. Do you want a drink? Or a spark?"
A/N: Spooky! What do you think this one means?
