Very short little middle-chap here.

I am having a huuuuuuge writers block.

And I actually already wrote the ending I liked.

And it's not all that happy.

But, even if it's short;

Enjoy and Revieeew :D

Disclaimer; I don't own Twilight.


Carters scent was like a drug to me. The air was thick with it and twirled around my head, driving me insane. His lips were fierce on mine, he was laying on top of me, which was slightly uncomfortable, but I didn't complain. The senses I'd once shut off, because of Bella's scent, were now working fully.

I didn't want to miss a thing.

One of his hands was on my waist, while the other one seemed glued to my cheek.

"Amy?" he whispered against my lips.

"Hmmm?" was my genius answer.

"Maybe we should get going."

I just moaned in disagreement and pulled his face back to mine.

"Really, Amy." He chuckled. His arms let go of me and rested at both sides of my head, lifting his weight of me. "They're probably worried."

"Don't you think I'd know that best?" I smirked.

"Amy." He complained, rolling his eyes.

"Fine, fine."

I inhaled his glorious scent one more time and held my breath. If we were going home, other scent would distract me from his, and I did not want that to happen.

I whistled all the way back to the house, using the breath I had.

"Why's she so happy?" Bella asked Edward. Bella could hear me? Damn, I was loud.

"They made up." Edward announced.

"And then they made out." Rosalie added.

"Ew, ew, ew." Jacob shrieked.

I wasn't really paying attention to the house before; my attention was otherwise… involved. I hadn't seen him come in.

With the last bit of breath I had in my lungs I chuckled "Shut up, Rose."

If I were to speak again, I had to breathe and Carter's scent would be washed away in more dominant scents.

So I inhaled.

And I was hit with Bella's scent like walking into a brick wall. The freesia and strawberry-scent demanded all my attention and the pool of venom spreading in my mouth was not distracting. It felt like there was a burning iron stuck in my throat.

I always made sure never to smell it. I've smelled it in the family's thoughts, sure. But they didn't have a very wild imagination. The vivid taste on my tongue when I parted my lips slightly made me want to jump and her and sink my teeth in her throat.

NO, NO, NO!

It's not just any girl, this is Bella!

I moaned.

"Amy?" Carter sounded worried, but I wasn't able to focus on it. I wasn't able to focus on anything, but that scent in front of me.

Edward wasn't recovered from the shock; he just sat there, staring at me. Surprised by my weakness.

I was weak. I knew I wouldn't be able to help myself any longer now, so I did was seemed obvious. I let myself drop to my knees. That would give them a head start; I would have to try and get up and I'd lose time.

Edward was at his feet already and crouched protectively over Bella. "Amy!" he screamed. "Shut it off!"

I wanted to. God, I freaking wanted to so bad, but I couldn't think. I needed fresh air. I couldn't concentrate long enough to shut off my senses.

"Carter!" Edward yelled, desperately. "Get her out of here, now! Take her somewhere far, now!"

I felt Carter yanking my arms and only seconds later, I was outside of the house. Away from Bella's scent. Fresh air…

But Carter didn't allow me to breathe yet. He laid me down for only a minute before lifting me bridal-style and running towards the woods.

"Carter, I can run." I said.

He didn't respond. He kept carrying me, for hours and hours. I had no idea where we were, my eyes were focussed on the sharp lines of Carters face.

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know. These woods are big."

"We're still in the woods? In Forks?"

"Port Angeles." He defended.

"Why were you running in circles?"

"I like carrying you. Where else are we supposed to go?"

I thought about that. I wanted to visit some family. The cold would be nice. And the fresh, sweet mountain air. "Denali." I stated, smiling.

"Okay, whatever you want." He said. He pulled me a little closer to his face to kiss my temple and them he started running faster, still carrying me, and in the right direction immediately.


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