AN: Wow, you guys are pretty intense about this... I just read all of your most recent reviews and you're all like, "DON'T LET HARRY DIE!"
Spoiler: Harry won't die. What kind of person would I be if I kill the main character?
Disclaimer: I do not own Jasper, Alice, or the awesomeness that is Seth. I don't own Twilight. I do own my OCs, though, which is a good thing.
Chapter 19
Tabby
I saw large pawprints in the dirt and followed them. The ferns and branches around me were covered in blood, like a gory line directing me to Harry.
"Harry?" I yelled. "Harry?"
I ran faster, stumbling over rocks and random roots.
"Harry!" I all but screamed. "HARRY!"
The pawprints and blood ended there. My breath hitched, and my body turned cold.
Where was Harry?
I ran forward. Harry must've turned into a human, then. So I couldn't find him.
"CLEARWATER!" I shreiked. Tears poured down my cheeks as I ran faster and faster, never slowing down or losing pace. I rarely tripped now; my fear made me quick and agile.
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Flashback
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"Hey, Pat, it's me. Your office called, said you didn't show up. Where are you? Love you, bye," my dad hung up and paced around the room. I looked outside. It was icy out there, and anytime soon those clouds will threaten to spill snow.
"Daddy, where's mommy?" I asked, clutching my Barbie doll.
"I don't know sweetie," he answered truthfully, standing beside me in front of the window.
The phone rang. My dad reached for it.
"Hello?"
"Yeah, speaking."
"No... No!"
"Thank you, bye."
My dad slammed the phone back on the reciever and picked me up. I screamed.
"Daddy, what are you doing?" I asked.
"They found mommy," he said, racing to put my snow boots and jacket on. He rushed to put his jacket on and stuffed his feet in his boots.
"Where is she?"
"She's a mile away from here. Mommy's hurt badly."
He picked me up again and ran through the inch of snow to the SUV. He put me in the back seat and buckled me in quickly. He didn't bother to buckle himself in as he sped away.
I was clutching my Barbie harder as I looked out my window.
The only time I've seen someone hurt was when a boy or girl in Kindergarten fell and got an owie. They would bleed a little. An owie was no big deal, it only hurt a little bit.
What does it mean when you get a BIG owie?
"Is mommy okay?" I asked, suddenly very scared.
"I don't know, Tabby," my dad sighed, staring blankly out the window.
Finally, he stopped and took me out. We ran to mommy's car. There was an ambulance there. I couldn't see mommy under the big white blanket.
"Mr. Herman?" the man in the blue suit asked.
"Yes, that's me. Is Pat okay?" he asked hurriedly.
The blue-suit man looked at me and touched my dad's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Herman. Your wife is gone."
"No..." My father gasped. I saw a tear slide down his cheek.
I never saw my father cry before this night. And for months afterward, I would see nothing but.
"Daddy, what's wrong with mommy?" I asked worriedly.
"She's... She's in Heaven, sweetie, with Jesus," he said, sobbing and hugging me tight.
"Why? Why didn't she say goodbye?"
"She was forced to go, honey. She's not coming back."
I started to cry. Not coming back? Why wouldn't she come back? Did Jesus want to keep her?
"Why isn't she coming back?" I asked.
"She's an angel now, sweetheart. You can't see her anymore," he answered after a whole minute of silence.
Instantly I knew. My mommy's gone. Forever.
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I lost something important to me then. But I'm not letting something important leave me now.
"DAMMIT, HARRY!" I screamed. I reached the shore of the town lake. There wasnothing before me.
No... He wouldn't, would he? No, he wouldn't.
Labored breathing sounded from far to my right. I turned and I almost sighed with exhaustion.
I ran and knelt beside him.
"Damn it, Clearwater, never run on me like that," I sobbed, pounding his chest. Harry let out a painful gust of air.
"Ohmygod, I'm sorry!" I gasped.
"Tabby," he breathed, looking at me. He groaned and spazzed for a second. "It hurts."
"What hurts?" I asked, not understanding.
"Everything. Except my heart. That feels whole with you here now."
"Harry, don't say that kind of thing," I whispered.
"I won't be the same after this. Everywhere burns, I can feel it. I won't be the same Harry you knew."
"What do you mean?" I demanded.
"I will be turned into a vampire. I have enough of that in my genes to hold back death after a bite. But I probaly won't love you the way I do right now."
"Harry, please, don't say such a thing. If you're a vampire, so be it. I'm not losing you," I growled.
Harry's eyes trembled.
"I wanted to tell you I never wanted to leave tonight... That stupid vampire erased my plans. I just want to say... I love you."
His eyes began to lighten up, from dark brown to red.
"No, Harry, please, no!" I screamed,touching his cheek.
His breathing became sharp. His eyes reeled around. His body spazzed and twitched.
He began to scream in pain.
"NO!" I wailed.
Harry's skin paled. His arms lost their soft feel, and began to turn to stone. I felt him go cold.
"Harry, please, wake up," I urged his still form. His eyes were closed. He wasn't breathing.
"Harry? HARRY?"
His eyes opened, and he took in a deep breath.
"Blood," He croaked.
I instantly recognized this scene. It was so familar. It was my first nightmare, after Harry and I just told each other our feelings.
"Blood," he groaned again, sitting up.
"My blood," I whispered. His eyes reeled to me. I shivered under the icy glare. "My blood; Harry, take my blood!"
Harry paused, for a moment bewhildered. But thirst was clear in his eyes, and he took me in his arms.
It would have been romantic, the way he was embracing me. His lips caressed my throat carefully.
His teeth sank into my flesh. I gasped in pain for a breif second. My hands balled up into fists on his shoulders.
For a few moments I thought I saw my mother and many-great grandmother side by side, smiling and beckoning me to them.
I reached out for them, my fingers barely grazing my mother's. They seemed to solidify with every gulp Harry took.
I blacked out.
AN: I certainly have a thing for making the leading ladies face death and leave, don't I?
Noel Ardnek, I can tell you already have a witty remark about this. Go ahead, say it. You know you want to...