Title Mysteriously
Her eyes opened, searching for something, a feeling moving through her whole body. It was as if she did not really know what she was looking for, but on a subconscious level, her mind already knew what it wanted. Wherever she was, little light penetrated, leaving her in complete darkness.
"You're special."
She turned around sharply, trying to pinpoint the unseen voice.
"Is someone out there?"
"You are the one who will set things right." A light and gentle voice twittered.
"Set what right? What are you talking about?" She looked this way and that, trying to understand.
"You understand so little, but it will become clear. You have been chosen to settle it all. Be strong, for you will need it." It continued as if Ismene had not interrupted it, having the same calm and angelic tone it held.
Ismene felt something touch her arm, cold and strong. Immediately following, there was another thing that reached her arm, this one warm and fuzzy. She guessed they were hands by the way she felt five fingers stroke her arm.
They two hand paused sharply, before tightening, each tugging her away from the other. She felt her arms lock up, but continue to stretch farther and farther.
"Stop! You are ripping me apart!" She shouted, struggling to pull away from both of them. Tears began to run down her cheeks, dropping into the deep darkness.
"Be strong, for you will need it." The voice whispered before fading away. She screamed pain as the grips tightened and the pulling became all the more intense.
She remembered.
That dream she had while in that chamber was still all too clear to her. The feeling of ice-cold fingers tugging her away from the warm, furry ones still touching her skin. The familiar voice whispering cryptic words into her ear was still ringing in her ears.
Opening her eyes, she sat up, body aching and mind wondering what happened to her.
"I see your awake, Ms. Monta."
She turned her body, wincing in pain to face a smiling female, a clipboard in her hands.
"What happened?"
"You don't remember?" A frown settled on her lips.
Remember? Remember what? Closing her eyes, she thought back, back to where the most recent events had taken place.
Aro had introduced to her to her new 'bodyguards', they had forced her onto a plane, flown her to Washington, and enrolled her into some sort of school and then….
Darkness.
"I can't remember." Ismene sat up, crying out a bit as some of her muscles screamed their protest.
"You shouldn't move too much. Your wounds are very extensive."
Ismene glared darkly at the female. She was really starting to get on her nerves.
"What happened to me?" She asked, her voice telling the woman to stop stalling and just tell her what happened. Of course, something HAD to have happened. With such soreness moving throughout her body, Ismene knew something had to have happened.
"It seems you were rock climbing in gym and had reached the top. Unfortunately, your rope somehow broke and you fell. You didn't really break anything, but you have a lot of bruises and a very sore side." The woman read straight from the clipboard.
Ismene growled before lying back down, a wave of exhaustion suddenly crashing into her.
"Ms. Kelly, we have another one from Gym." A voice shouted, not knowing of the pounding headache Ismene had.
"Oh, dear, what happened?" She asked, moving away from Ismene to tend to the unseen patient.
"Nothing big, she just tripped on the rope, fell and got knocked out."
"Oh, poor Bella."
Ismene's heart stopped beating for just a second before accelerating. That name, that name was…was…
Bright lights flashed in her eyes before darkness quickly followed.
She was floating, the ground far below her. Glancing around, her eyes settled on two figures. One was a boy, incredibly handsome, the-boyish-roguish looking type, but what caught her eyes was the dim color surrounding her. It was as if he was glowing a slight blue and a dash of flame red.
His aura, her mind whispered, already knowing what she did not.
Her eyes moved to the next person, a girl.
Now, her colors were vibrant, ready to explode. Lemon, lavender, magenta set a blend of colors she could not identify.
A bit lost, she saw them arguing- but though, of course, it did not seem as if it was anything of importance, just the petty and unimportant kind.
From here though, she could tell that this was a common reaction between the two of them, the freaky-good-looking boy, and the explosive little girl. Seeing and hearing them, she knew this was one of many fights like these, and one of many to continue.
She smiled, it dimming when she remembered that this is what it would have been like with Damien- had they only been together longer.
So she tried to go closer to them, hoping to hear some of the words- so for later on, she could imagine it, saying it to Damien, what he would say back to her.
She did not have any other reference to make it off anyway.
Ismene glanced around and floated closer to them, trying to catch some of the words.
"She's here!" The female said a wave of orange pushing Ismene away a bit.
"Are you sure?" He asked a tint of yellow mixing in his dim colors.
"Positive, but what is strange, she smells like Edward, just human."
"This could be a problem." He muttered.
Ismene moved in a bit closer, straining to hear the rest when a wild gust of wind began to push her back.
She opened her eyes slightly, but gasped when she notice two pairs of eyes trained on her floating body.
With her body frozen in shock at them seeing her, she let her body be blown backwards.
A wild gasp tearing through her throat, her eyes snapping open and a hand going back to her body, making sure, she was still altogether.
Her feet went to the floor instantly and she glanced at the resting body next to her.
Bella
Her mind whispered to her.
An image of the boy and the girl swept into her mind.
Jasper and Alice
Shaking her thoughts away, she moved to the female, a hand outstretched to simply touch her.
'Maybe I can go back to wherever I was if I just…'
"What are you doing?"
Her hand froze in mid-air while the rest if her turned to face the intruder.
"Who are you?"
"Who are you?" He asked, a possessive look settling on his face as he took notice of her hand so close to Bella.
Edward
She stepped back, her hand falling limply to her side and with a small glance, she pushed past Edward, mentally taking note of the hard feeling her fingertips stung with.
If she had looked back, she would have seen the shocked gaze sent her way. No one had ever pushed past him, except his sisters and brothers, but a human?
However, what if that girl was…was HER?
No way, SHE had died along with her clan, but there had never been a body. So, SHE could have escaped that horrible day, but how?
"Edward?" He snapped his attention to the quizzical face of his Bella.
"Who were you looking at?" Bella asked, simple wondering.
Edward shook his head, and moved closer to her, a smile of his face.
"You had a pretty nasty fall back in Gym."
She blushed in embarrassment.
Most people hated heights, but Ismene loved them. Roofs, tall trees, anything high up made her calm down and enjoy the breeze or in this case, the rain.
Even though, she would get sick or at the worst die, she ignored the feeling of being wet and closed her eyes.
Finally, being alone and without such petty worries, like homework, teachers, school or anything, she let the many waves of silent happiness wash through her.
"Ismene?"
A growl interrupted from her throat before she had time to stop it.
"Yes?"
"You'll get sick." She opened her eyes, only to force them upon the unsuspecting person.
"Deimos, I'll be fine."
"You are the human. I read somewhere that humans get colds from rain. Maybe we should get you back inside." He muttered, laying a slightly ridged hand on her shoulder. She noticed this and wondered what the problem was.
The rain would wash away any scent that could have been offensive, so what was the….
She remembered. She was still wearing her Gym uniform, which consisted of a pair of red shorts and a WHITE SHIRT!
With a squeak, her arms flew up to her chest, hiding anything that had not been shown which was not much.
He smiled slightly before guiding her off the slick room to the stairwell. As soon as they had made it under inside, he picked up a jacket he had left there on purpose.
"I thought you would need this." He said, placing it on her shoulders. She dropped her shoulder and quickly zipped in up.
"Thanks."
A tense silence followed.
"Why did you come get me?" She asked, her eyes downcast. Deimos instantly frowned.
Ismene let out a quiet and startled gasp as a cold hand grasped her chin and forced her eyes up.
"You are a young woman of beauty and intelligence; do not ever bow your head." She regarded him with a look of disbelief.
"Deimos, your flattery is useless. There are a lot of prettier and much more intelligent females here."
'Just like the Orphanage.' Her mind whispered making her eyes sink to the floor again.
He scowled at this and before he could take control, gripped her close, ignoring the raging monster screaming at him to just have a taste.
"Ismene, you are…"
"Special." She finished for him.
Her body took control and eagerly latched onto him. Maybe it was the lack of human contact, or even the fact she had not had a hug in months, but whatever it was, she accepted his minor comfort as if it was the last thing she would ever get.
"I wouldn't say special."
"Why not?"
"Because you are beyond words. Besides there isn't a word that could describe the furious mood swings you always seem to have."
He pulled her back, glared deep into her eyes, trying so hard to just express his want, his need for her without words. Maybe if he could just show her how much he wanted her, just maybe, she would forget about Damion and move on.
'Besides, it would make losing him a lot easier.' He thought, before forcing himself back into the present.
She shivered, whether from her clothes drying nice and cold on her or from the intense gaze coming from Deimos.
She tensed as she noticed his face getting closer and closer, leaning in for what would be her first kiss since Damion.
However, was she ready to betray Damion like at, especially after Daniel? Mentally shaking off those thoughts, she realized she would have to move on, even If she was leaving her first love behind, but was she truly ready? He had not died not that long ago, so she should still be mourning him. And kissing Deimos would not be mourning Damion.
"Deimos, I…"
As his eyes closed, as his lips drew closer, as he pulled their bodies closer, as everything began to fall into place for Deimos (or so he thought), a voice interrupted his magical moment and unknowingly saved Ismene from having to be forced into a kiss she wasn't ready for.
"DEIMOS!"