AUTHORS NOTE: Mixing it up! Let me know if you like it, and I may do it again when needed. But not whole chapters. :)
You don't know how you're coming across
You don't know what you're coming across
You don't know who you're coming across
You don't know how you're coming across
So you come undone Placebo- Come Undone
He stared out the window as they watched him. Alice had set her jaw defiantly. She would stop him if he tried to leave, she promised her sister, the human girl. A hard mask shown on her husband's face. He was beyond torn, a part of him wanting to run with his brother to rip his little sister straight from that bike and back home safely. The only thing stopping him was the truth that the man he held high respect of was in danger. My brother, the man I knew would never tolerate all of this bullshit. Edward had a look of complete shock on his rather pretty features, he wasn't used to surprises. The naturally paternal figures were both so worried for the human girl, that for a moment they looked over their strong distaste of Peter. Feeling for what he must be going through. The blonde clinging to the brother bear was annoyed that she had to hold him back.
Behind all the worry, the constant growl and crowd of Cullens, I stood undoubtably bored on the outside. On the inside was a completely different story. I prayed that Peter would stay, staring at his strong back and commanding him with my mind to stay put. The farther he was away, the more likely she would die. Edward glared at me then. I didn't care, I knew he wanted her, but I had other goals. I truly didn't know how much I cared for Peter, after I saw her on his arm like that. The look on his face when he spoke of her. The light in his eyes. He was mine, how dare she rip him away from me. We had been through everything together, he loved me. He had to love me. He saved me from that hell. Yes, he loved me. He just didn't know it yet.
Something actually happened, it had been four minutes and thirty-nine seconds. Not the ten that she wanted, but Peter seemed to come undone. He flung himself gracefully, yet furiously through the window. I was shoved against the wall of the hall as Edward pushed past as all flying right after him.
"We must wait five more minutes, then we will go. Please, trust Bella and I." Alice's voice sang out. How I hated her in that moment, the traitor. She had been my friend. How she abandoned me just like Peter had for that stupid, plain, stumbling human, I would never comprehend.
BELLA:
I new I was insane the moment I was on the bike. I shouldn't be doing this alone, but my gut was telling me my father wouldn't survive if I wasn't there. I told Peter to wait ten minutes, knowing fully he more than likely wouldn't listen to me one bit. I revved the engine, shooting me forward. I wasn't afraid, I confident and mad. My hair whipped violently around me as I made the short trip on the highway to the closed down mill at the edges of town.
The mill had went under when I was a child, no one went there anymore. Besides the stray stoners and teenagers wanting to have a safe place to park. My fear spiked to new levels, but I beat it down with a bedazzled whip. My father was in there. Thats all that mattered. I double checked my pocket for what I had brought with me. I smiled slightly once I felt it.
I stepped off of the glossy bike, finding it a little difficult to make it stand upright. I'd have to say I'm sorry to Jasper. If I could. A dark feeling hit me right in the chest, spreading out to my limbs. A feeling of doom, no it was something different completely. My lips went into a thin line. I would make it out of here. I had to. I tried to find out what the feeling was that was coursing through my veins as I walked.
I felt it sparking in my finger tips. The office door was busted open, I walked through it blindly searching. Not really taking in everything, only in search of my father, and the location of James. I walked into the huge lumber room, with extremly high ceilings. The room where the wood came up to be sliced and diced. Hope I don't get sliced and diced, but that fear was ended, atleast by the saws that is. The saws where silent, rusted and old, no harm could come from them.
Propped up next to one, was my father breathing heavily. A small pool of blood gathering a his knee. "Daddy!" I broke off running hard, only to be cut off. With an awful pain in my throat.
"Don't think so little girl."His cold pale fingers were wrapped around my neck. I clung to his arm tightly, pulling my weight up so I wasn't choking. My legs kicked out at his body, but he only held me farther away.
"Tsk, tsk. Don't you know that's merely annoying? I don't like being annoyed." I couldn't hold myself up for very long, his hand only made me breath slightly, I couldn't wear myself out so quickly. In that moment, everything seemed to freeze. I took in everything, my father looking panicked with his hands up in a surrender fashion, he couldn't stand, his leg was badly broken. There was a black cloth around his mouth. I took in Jame's nasty appearance, the dried blood on the collar of his shirt, in some of his hair. The sickly sweet smell mixed with death. It all clicked. With all to good vision, I recognized the feeling. Power.
"I don't like peas. Now let me the fuck go!" I felt the power move from my chest and out, like a spasm, it even hurt. But in an oddly satisfying way, like I was coming undone from being tightly wound. Even better was when he let go, flying backwards and colliding into the brick wall. The wall caved in on impact, he fell into the room behind it.
My feet flew to my father. "Dad? Are you okay?" I pulled the gag away so he could speak.
"Bella behind you!" I was ranked back by my hair. I let out a sharp shriek, a loud shattering sound made both James, and I dodge the glass falling down from the blacked out windows above.
He had let go of my hair, but once I tried to get a safe distance apart from him, which was a stupid move, I do admit. He grabbed my shoulders, throwing me against the wall. My skull bounced, making my vision blurry. His nostrils flared as he smelled the blood seeping from my wounded head.
"Mmm. You smell nearly as good as your little friend did. Little Mary Alice Brandon-"
"Yes, yes I know. Did you know that little Marry Alice is my aunt? And you really shouldn't be fucking with family?"
A loud roar sounded from my right, I looked expecting to see my white knight, but much like the dream I couldn't shake. There was Edward. James ripped my arm up roughly, but unlike my dream, he was pulled away. Peter had came out of no where with a roaring "NO!"
My arm ached, and I knew for sure it was broken, but I would live and I wouldn't feel the licks of flame for a second time. I was shocked by what I was seeing. Peter and Edward worked together to dismember him, the loud, unsettleing mettalic sound was unnerving. But all I could think, instead of the disgust that threatened to rise, was if Peter was hurt at all. Then with heavy guilt I thought of my father.
Once the job was done. Edward lost his shit. He came out of his daze and locked eyes with me, his face contorting into that of a monsters he flew at me. Peter collided hard with him, pushing him violently into the wall."You may be fast little boy, but I'm a hell of a lot stronger."
Edward was unrecognizable in his need for my blood, and I was frozen just staring into his rest of the Cullens came in the room then. They were broke apart, and I flew to the aid of Charlie. Broken from my daze. I didn't stop to ponder why I had been so captured by it. It wasn't as if I was afraid, but it wasn't something that happened often with Edward. I could remember those first weeks, I was completely captured by his golden eyes. I hadn't felt that from him since then though.
I shook myself.
Carlisle was by me instantly, stopping the bleeding of Charlie's leg. I helped him when I could. Charlie was so silent, he wouldn't even speak to me.
I didn't know how we were ever going to explain all of this to him. But right now he was being carried out, after passing out by the hands of Jasper.
Peter had stayed away, afraid he'd react to the blood, but now he was in front of me. I suspected a good yelling for what I had done, but I got the opposite. His kiss was hard and urgent, and the world melted away for just a few moments.