Author's Note: I do not own Twilight. Twilight and all of its characters are the creation of Stephenie Meyer. No copyright is intended.
I apologize, but this chapter is also somewhat short. But, as you guys all know, every chapter is important.
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Chapter 12
Alex's POV
I was running from something. What I was running from I did not know.
Whatever this thing was, it was fast, too fast to be... human. It was a blur in my vision. All I knew is that I had to get away from it. It was going to hurt me.
Keep running, keep running, I thought.
But I wasn't quick enough.
I was tackled to the ground with a fierce blow. I heard snarls of an animal around me as my face was pressed into the dirt.
I'm going to die.
I first thought of Esme. How my death would destroy her. But what could I do? I was weak. I was defenseless.
I then thought of Carlisle. Gentle Carlisle. He was the best father anyone could wish for. He would be hurting inside, but he wouldn't show it. He wouldn't put more on Esme's burden.
I felt a crush to my ribs.
Alice, Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, and Edward rushed through my mind. My adopted siblings. They welcomed me into their family with love. For that I would always be grateful.
This thing stopped on my back. I heard a snap.
What a terrible way to die. Being mauled by this thing.
The worst pain came when I felt my head being tugged. The pain was excruciating. It felt as if my head was being ripped off of my body.
"La mort vient à ceux qui savent trop," I heard a woman snarl. I had no idea what it meant, but I was in too much pain to care.
I screamed as loud as I could.
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Sweating, I sprung up in my bed. My heart was beating faster than I ever thought it could.
Esme ran into the room. "Alex, what's wrong?" Esme asked frantically. "I heard you scream."
She followed by Carlisle, Alice, and then Rosalie.
"I-I just had a nightmare," I said. The words the woman said to me repeated in my head. It sent a chill down my spine.
"La mort vient à ceux qui savent trop," I said quietly.
"What did you say?" Esme asked.
"I don't know what it means," I said. "A woman in my dream said it."
"Death comes to those who know too much," Rosalie said.
I choked out a sob. I was shaking.
Esme saw that I was shaking. She wrapped arms around me.
"Shh, shh, shh. It's ok," she whispered.
"What did you see... in your dream?" Alice asked me.
"Well, I was running from something. I didn't know what it was. But whatever it was, it was fast, too fast to be... human," I said. Alice closed her eyes. Esme turned and looked at her, then to Carlisle.
"I was running and it tackled me to the ground. It stepped on my ribs and my back. Then it began tugging on my head, like it was going to rip it off. A woman muttered that phrase. I screamed and then woke up."
I was shaking again. I don't know why this was bothering me so much. Alice opened her eyes. She looked frustrated. Probably for waking her up. "I'm sure it was just a dream," she said.
"I'm sorry for waking you guys up," I mumbled, staring at my duvet.
"It's fine," Esme reassured me.
Then Carlisle, Alice, and Rosalie left the room. Esme stayed behind.
"Will you be alright?" she asked me.
"I think I'll be fine," I said. "It just scared me a little, mom." She smiled when I said mom. She wrapped me up into a hug. "Goodnight," she said. She quietly shut the door behind her.
I laid back down under the covers. I was still a little jumpy. Why this was bothering me I did not know. It was just a dream.
Yet I had the sick feeling that it was very real.
I closed my eyes and eventually fell asleep.
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Hey, have you guys ever heard of the term foreshadowing?
Why am I asking? Just curious...
