Thom's Chance II Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer.
Disappeared? No. No. That couldn't be possible. They couldn't have just disappeared. Alice had promised me that she would protect Sasha. Alice wouldn't let Sasha go anywhere.
Jane had to have taken them. That was the only solution, the only answer, the only possibility. They wouldn't have left under their own steam.
Would she? Sasha had a mind of her own, a mind I didn't always fully understand. And Sasha had been acting oddly. But I'd just thought that she was upset about Jane hunting her.
Sasha. Sasha. Sasha. Sasha.
Already my dead heart ached for her. I couldn't stand still anymore. I needed to find her. I needed her to be safe. Nothing could happen to Sasha.
My mind flickered back to a memory that had taken place a few days before we ran into Jane.
"Ow!" Sasha said as she pricked her finger by accident. She automatically looked at me, worried about my reaction.
I just flitted to the cupboard to find her a band-aid. As I held it out to her, the scent of the fresh blood hit me. But the instant fire in my throat was nothing compared to the revulsion.
If my stomach could still flip over and spill it's contents out my mouth it would have.
"Doesn't the blood bother you?" Sasha asked with a glint in her eyes that I was becoming all too familiar with.
The glint meant that she was looking for ammunition for her get-me-to-agree-that-she-should-be-a-monster argument.
"It repulses me," I said, without thinking first.
Sasha's face looked contemplative, and a little shocked. I was sure that she was hiding her other emotions from me.
Had she translated "it repulses me" into "you repulse me"? I couldn't tell. Not with Sasha.
"The idea of drinking blood. It makes me sick, if it's possible for us to get sick," I said, avoiding the proper name for what I am. That made me just as sick as the smell of blood, if not more.
In my eagerness to make sure she hadn't gotten the wrong idea, I'd given her exactly what she'd wanted.
"Doesn't that make it easier not to kill?" Sasha asked, too innocent.
"I'm ending this conversation," I said as I put my arms around her and she leaned her head onto my chest.
"I'm not letting you," Sasha said, her voice slightly muffled.
I tilted her chin up and kissed her, lightly, on the tip of her nose, then on her forehead.
"You were saying?" I asked with a smile that I hoped was dazzling.
Apparently it wasn't dazzling enough.
"I was saying that I'm not finished talking to you about my future."
I kissed her again, this time on her lips, holding her close to me until I could feel her shiver slightly. Sasha always wore extra layers and warm fabrics, but my granite skin still chilled her.
"I'm going to be a vampire, even if I have to force you to make me one," Sasha said, displaying her stubborn streak once more.
The memory didn't help. It just made me miss her more.
My entire world revolved around Sasha. She was my world. My world was gone. Disappeared.
I needed to know if Jane had taken her. Jane would've left a trail, her scent, throughout the house. But I smelled no fresh scents except Sasha's.
Even Sasha's scent was old, at least an hour since she had been here. Maybe more. Alice's scent was just as old, and it was mixed with Sasha's, like they had walked together to the middle of the driveway, where the scent ended.
"Alice's Porsche?" I asked, realizing that they must have gotten in a car. Sasha didn't have a car.
"In the garage," Edward replied, "but my Volvo is gone."
Edward's silver Volvo was gone. Edward's inconspicuous Volvo had disappeared along with Sasha and Alice.
"A bunch of money and some of Sasha's clothes are also gone," Edward continued, obviously reading my mind.
Crap.
The pieces all fit together. Sasha wanting to talk to Alice alone, Sasha looking uncomfortable, Alice and Sasha both encouraging me to go hunt.
Sasha had left to carry out the plan that I had refused to listen to.
She might not return.
Her plan could be anything and I wouldn't know. I hadn't even listened to it.
I crumpled to the ground, my eyes shutting as tearless sobs racked my body and low moans escaped my mouth.
Sasha.
A/N: What a cheerful and romantic chapter. Review!
