Yes, I know. I deserve to be thrashed and beaten, but I have learned a valuable lesson, with I will explain at the end. I'm going to end it, and abruptly. Sorry if you're dissappointed, but I want to end this storyline: I'm bored of it.
Chapter 10: Snow Angel
EPOV
Listen to:
I reached Alaska the next hour. Demetri and Jane had remained silent, fuming at having to follow an obviously crazy mind reader. Aro had really flipped his lid this time if he wanted this guy, was the general consensus.
I looked up at the dark clouds, wondering if Bella was near. I went to the coast next, looking along it and smelling for her. I found her scent about fifteen minutes later. There was a frozen puddle where se must have wrung out her clothes.
I took off after her path, smelling my way and listening to the sounds of the forest. Demetri and Jane found the trail as well and started running, trying to keep up with me. I knew it was no use to try to get rid of them; Demetri would find me unless I got to Bella first.
Half an hour later, I ran into a mental outcry. They were memories, perfectly clear and singing with love. It took me a moment to realize it was Bella. She had lowered her mental shield, giving me access to her side of every conversation we had ever had.
I ran toward her, wanting to scream for her to close her mind. If I had access, so did Jane.
Then there it was; the clearing, complete with Bella. It was the same as in the vision; she was looking at the sky, a smile painted on her perfect lips. Her hands closed. I wanted to cry out to her, but I was afraid I was already too late. The memories were ending, drawing to a close with a burst of emotion as our memory lips met. She looked at her hands, inspecting the snow. Then she doubled over. Jane had spotted her.
BPOV
Listen to:
I got out of the water, my already freezing breath making no mist as I took in the air, looking for threats. I didn't smell anything, making my muscles relax. Safe. For now.
I twisted my braid, getting rid of the extra water, and looked at my sopping clothes. I tried not to think of what Alice would say, as I wrung those out as well.
After that was done, I looked up at the sky, trying to assess how many daylight hours I still had. The sky was blanketed in a thick cover of clouds, however, making it impossible to tell. It looked like snow.
I sighed and started to walk. I wasn't sure where I was going, but I was sure I would be found if I stayed put. I walked like that for several hours, not really paying attention to my surroundings.
I was thinking about the Cullens, and what they had thought.
Alice wouldn't be able to see me because of my shield, making it very hard for them to find me again. I was sure she'd forgive me, but I wasn't so sure about Edward. We had known each other for two days, but I already felt like he as a part of me. It felt like my entire chest had been torn out as I had run from him.
I stopped, raising my hands. A small speck of snow landed in the middle of my palm, landing and staying there, not melting. I looked up. It was snowing.
I looked at the dark night sky and watched them come down, peppering the ground and trees around me. It was so peaceful, like being submerged in a snow globe. Everything was still except for the snow.
I closed my eyes, letting my memories of Edward fill my head; how he had laughed, exactly how he had smiled, what his perfect hand felt like in mine. I closed my hand, as if I could feel his hand in my own right now. It only closed on snow.
I wondered what it would be like for Edward to listen to my thoughts. He would have known that I loved him, he would have understood why I had to leave…I opened myself up, heaving my shield away from my mind. I thought of Edward and how much he meant to me; forcing every bit of love I could into each memory, making it sing. I closed my hands on the frozen water droplets, looking down at them.
Then my mind was on fire, like it had been poked with a hot iron. I felt myself falling, but I couldn't comprehend it; there was too much pain. I clutched at my head, trying to rid myself of the pain. It was all I could feel; it was everywhere. Even in the air. I screamed towards the sky, pain reaching a maximum I never guessed it could.
I rolled in the snow, thrashing. My mental shield flew back towards me, but it couldn't cover the pain; it couldn't make it stop. Instead, my physical shield formed and convulsed, making the air mucky, like water, and holding the falling snow suspended.
Suddenly I was in someone's arms. I couldn't understand much, but somehow, I knew it was Edward. I clutched at him, trying to breathe through the pain. He was yelling something at me, but I couldn't understand. His glorious features were twisted in sorrow and fear.
It was strange, but in that instant, I felt well. The pain was too much to bear, but the gaping hole that had been there since I had left Forks was no longer there. I was whole; Edward had fixed me. Even as I thought I was dying I could understand that.
His face turned away from me and he was yelling at someone. I looked at where his face was pointing, wanting to know what he was watching.
There was a large man at the edge of the clearing, looking at me, bored. But beside him, a small girl was looking intently at me, her angel face pulled back in a smile that was so beautiful it was terrifying. Then I knew. She was the one causing the pain.
Without any prompting, a large portion of my shield became solid and hurled itself at her. She didn't even see it coming. It hit her at ninety miles per hour, knocking her and the large guy through several trees.
My shield immediately covered my mind again, filling its place and extending automatically to cover Edward as well.
For a minute all I could comprehend was the absence of pain. I closed my eyes. My head cooled and I could feel. I could feel Edward's long arms cradling me and my hand clutched around the collar of his shirt. I could even hear his rapid breathing, his only sign of life.
I took a gulp of air, letting the blissfully cold air flood my lungs and fill my nose with Edward's scent. It was like nothing else in the world; there was no substitute.
I pulled myself closer, exhaling and pulling in more. I opened my eyes, looking for Edward's face. It was there, his face just inches from mine, his gold eyes looking into mine.
I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him with passion, holding him against me. He taste was wonderful, like getting orange juice after a diet of water. I pulled back, smiling, perfectly happy. "Hi." was all I said.
He laughed, his sweet breath blowing across my face and his velvet smooth mirth filling my ears. "Hello."
We sat there, looking at each other for an immeasurable moment.
Then he looked away, towards the place where the girl had landed. I followed his gaze. There was no one there; they were gone. I wasn't so sure they had been real, but it seemed to bother Edward that they were gone.
"We need to get back to Forks." He said, looking worried. He stood up, still holding me, and set me on my feet, letting go of all of me but my hand.
"Wait. Was that…?" I didn't finish, horror struck.
"That," he said, pursing his lips, "was Jane of the Volturi."