The Sky Is Painted With Red Chapter 37: Silver and Black, a twilight fanfic

I screamed before the water even hit my face, the suds landing on my cheeks as I glowered at Peter. I reached down into the sink, grabbing a handful of bubbles and shoving them in his face. He laughed and bumped me with his elbow splashing more water towards my direction.

"Would you two just finish the dishes!" Sam bellowed from the table, picking up his sandwich while he read the newspaper.

"Any mess you make, you clean it up." Maggie said from the other end, sipping on her soup as she read her romance novel. I bit at my lip, wiping the suds off with the sleeve of my shirt, looking to Peter who handed me another plate to dry off.

"I didn't even want to do this in the first place." Peter groaned like a child, scrubbing off the dried up food on one of the plates. He stuck his tongue out in disgust, squeezing the liquid soap and producing a whole other moutain of bubbles.

"Stop being such a baby." I laughed, taking the plate from him and rinsing it off with the faucet. I dried it off with the towel and set it on the rack, turning just in time to see him holding the sink hose in his hand, pointed directly at me. I didn't move, my eyes turning slightly to see both Maggie and Sam enjoying their dinner.

Don't you dare.

I mouthed to him but he only smirked and pressed the button, the water spray straight to my face, drenching the hair that hung on the side. I screamed, gaining the attention of Sam who stood from the table.

"Peter!" He growled just as Peter had dropped the hose and ran off into the other room. I was still in shock, spitting water into the sink as Sam came up to me with a small towel. "Here you go Miss. Bella."

"Thank you." I laughed, dabbing my face with the towel.

"You'd think that one day he would grow up, yeah?" He asked me and I smiled inwardly, looking to Maggie who was still immersed in her book.

"It won't happen for awhile." I rolled my eyes. "But he did manage to finish the dishes off with me." I said, setting the last of the cups into the rack.

"Thank you for that." Sam said, grabbing the hose and snaking it back into place. "Don't feel obligated to do this stuff, Miss. Bella. This is what I'm paid to do." He said with a smile, patting my shoulders.

"I know, I just… Wanted to help out." I shrugged.

"Well, that will be enough helping for tonight. Go ahead and take off." He said, swatting my back as I walked out of the room. I walked past Peter's room, swinging the door open to see him on the phone. He turned and smirked at me and I stuck my tongue out at him just as he flipped me the bird.

I shook my head and walked out, reaching my room. I tugged off my wet shirt, throwing it in the hamper as I grabbed my cell phone that sat down onto my bed, smiling at the first thing I saw.

I can't stop thinking about you.

I quickly wrote my response.

Come home to me.

Soon. Very soon.

I set my phone down and pulled on another long sleeve shirt, sitting down on my bed as I plugged in my ear phones to my ipod. I dug my head into my pillow and listened to my music, feeling as my body was vibrating, my eyes falling as I could feel the sleep drifting over me…..

It was nighttime when I woke, the house quiet as the waves rolled onto the sand just outside. I stood from my bed, my ipod shutting off from low battery. I rolled my earphones up and stood up from my bed. I opened the door, stepping out into the hallway. It was dark, the lights were off and when I reached the living room I looked the old mahogany grandfather clock it chiming just as the hand reached midnight.

It was only midnight?

Peter was never asleep this early. I walked back to his room, opening the door to find it empty. I knew Paul was gone on a fishing trip and I had wondered if Emily came home, if that is where he had gone.

I pulled his door shut and turned around, my eyes landing on a person in front of me as I gasped, staring up into blood red eyes. Before I could scream my body was on the ground, my elbows pressing into the carpet as I began backwards, watching as the Vampire circled around me in a blur, like a shark preying on a school of fish.

He stopped and I saw him, his tangly blonde hair back in a pony tail, scruff covering his jaw. He watched me as if he knew me, as if I were a puzzle putting me together. He smiled and brought out his tongue, wiping it over his bottom lip.

"Bella…." He hissed and I stood, running down the hall until he was in front of me. I stopped and stepped back, feeling his cold hand grab my arm, bringing me to him as his lips skimmed my cheek.

"Let go!" I cried, pressing against his chest as I shook my head. He dropped me instantly, his body gone as my heart was pounding. I pressed myself against the wall, a frame falling to the floor as I made my way to the kitchen, heading for the back door.

"Where are you going?" He whispered in my ear, bringing me back by my hair as I screamed. My hip ran into the table, my hands pushing me off as I stepped back, clutching my hip where I knew I was bruising.

I felt the wall against my back, a soft breath of a gasp leaving me as my chest began heaving and pumping. The red eyes stared at me across the room with anticipation – waiting.

Suddenly he had jumped from the floor to the island in the middle of the kitchen, causing me to squeal as I slid against the wall, inching closer to the doorway. He was kneeling like a lion stalking his prey, smiling viciously as he suddenly stood in a blur, his foot kicking the faucet of the sink, the metal ripping off like paper, dodging itself in the wall just next to my head. I cried out, a fountain of water forming from the broken pipe, as the water began spurting onto the floor.

My eyes turned to the backdoor, wide open and waiting for me. The man looked back where my eyes had traveled, his lips turning into a smirk as he shook his head as if to warn me to not even try. I knew deep down I shouldn't. I wouldn't make to the middle of the room until he would grab me. My hand skimmed the wall, hitting the crease to the entry way of the kitchen and living room. I looked up at him, his eyes studying me as if he were calculating my next move.

Very suddenly I had darted off, not where he had expected me to go, but around the open doorway and to the living room just as I came in contact with something hot and hard.

"Sam!" I cried out in relief but also in grief. He would die because of me. His jaw was taut and his stance was frozen. "Sam?" I asked, his eyes not looking at me but to the doorway of the kitchen. He pulled me behind him, his touch hot and sizzling. I hissed slightly, pulling away as I stared at the back of his head. "Sam, we have to go!" I sobbed, tugging on his shirt and avoiding his skin.

"You need to get out of here. Head straight for the woods." He told me, his voice low with a growl.

"What? No! I'm not leaving you!" I cried, my fists hitting his back. He began shaking, a form appearing at the entryway as the red-eyed man hissed and leaned down. My eyes widened, hiding my face from him as I felt the tears roll over my cheek.

"Bella, do as you're told…" His words were tight, his teeth were clenched and his body was vibrating. The man across the room snarled and I stepped back, Sam turning his head just in time to look at me. His eyes were widening, the pupils getting bigger as veins began to pop from his neck.

"Sam…" I choked, stepping back.

"Run." He whispered just as he turned back, his body tilting back completely, his back cracking as I screamed, covering my mouth and falling back, tripping over myself as I hit the couch. A loud and ferocious growl erupted in the room, clothes shredding as well as skin as a silver grey coat covered Sam's body. His legs grew longer, claws at the end as his teeth sharpened, his eyes transforming and the paws of the wolf hitting the ground.

I was screaming at the top of my lungs.

He tripled in size of a normal wolf, taller than any bear I had ever seen and much more ferocious. He emitted a snarl, his white teeth glinting as the vampire hissed. My eyes were widened, my hands covering my mouth to contain the screams just as the wolf charged forward, the vampire taking off as well until they crashed into each other.

The wolf, Sam, flew back, my body leaping instinctively out of the way as the couch broke underneath the weight of him. The red-eyed man had turned to me, sprawled out over the rug from leaping, his body lifting into the air just in time when Sam came at him, jaws unhinged and biting down onto his neck.

The vampire was strong, maneuvering underneath him to grip him in a bear hug. Something cracked and Sam yelped, his body being flung into the wall just over me, the glass of the window shattering with the drywall. The man looked to me, in front of me within an instant.

Suddenly the air was constricted in my throat, the man holding me by the jugular as he growled, his red eyes glinting but then – I was thrown in the air. The wolf came charging back, hitting into him as my body rolled into the kitchen. I turned my head, Sam on his back as the man's knees crushed into his ribs, the two quickly rolling over and towards the kitchen.

I stood up but only slid against the slippery tile, trying to stand to keep my footing. Suddenly – the kitchen wall was knocked down, my body on the floor as I covered my head, debris coming at me like drops of rain.

Sam was up instantly, jumping over me and back at the man who gripped him by his jaw. Sam cried and I instinctively stood and grabbed the kitchen chair, throwing it at the man who only seemed annoyed, but distracted for only a second. Enough for Sam to get out of his grips and start shaking him like a ragdoll.

But it wasn't long until the man was back on top of Sam now, the two rolling and growling, my flight or fight instincts kicking in as I slipped my way to the back door. I gripped the knob, my arms covering my head as I heard them coming near me. The glass door shattered as they rolled into the sand, my body leaping over the gaping hole in the wall and heading straight into the woods.

I didn't look back, even when a roar ripped through the air like a bullet in the wind. I ran harder and faster, my legs crying out in protest. I felt the tears staining my cheeks, my lips running dry as I moved faster, over the logs and broken branches, tripping only a handful of times.

Run.

It wasn't until minutes later that I had stopped to catch my breath, my heart pounding wildly underneath my chest. I let out a rippling sob, the owls hooting around me as I dropped to my knees.

What happened?

Everything moved like a blur, my surroundings fuzzy as I felt the dirt underneath my palms. I choked on my cries, my knees weak with pain as I tried my damndest to get up.

It felt as if my world was crashing down. It was sitting on my shoulders, each second that ticked by it pressing against me harder and harder. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. I was happy again. Why was this happening?

I was chained, forced to watch my world turn upside down again and again and again. With nothing to do but sit and wait it out – hope that maybe this time it wouldn't be so bad.

I had fallen down on my side, turning so that I was staring up at the stars, half glowing in the vast of darkness, half blocked by the branches that crowded the view. I lay for moments, my heart trying to catch up with every other part of me. I was crying, loudly, I knew I was. I tried to stop, but it was futile.

I have to get up.

I need to get up.

I need to keep moving.

But I'm so tired.

I cried out once again, covering my mouth with my sleeve as I turned my body, my elbows digging into the mud as I forced myself against an old dying tree. I had to start walking.

I gasped when I stood, my knees creaking and cracking, my thighs radiating with the pain. I bit at my lip to control my screams and clutched the tree, digging my nails to it. I rested all my weight against the tree, my feet slipping underneath as I heard something snap behind me. I froze, countered the sound and waited.

There was a heavy breathing behind me, another snap of a twig.

I gulped down dryly.

I slowly turned and saw a pair of yellow eyes staring right back at me, the body hidden beyond the woods. The tears fell, my lips cracking as my back hugged against the safety of the tree. The person stepped closer, but it was not a person at all.

The wolf stood on all fours, watching me with his ears pointed.

"S-Sam?" My voice was soft but cracked and the wolf's ears pointed down, his lip curving over his teeth as I had realized his coat was not silver… But black. "Oh, God…" I whispered, shaking my head as the wolf stepped closer, his tail swishing in the leaves.

He moved, his growl low and vibrating, his paws stepping towards me with purpose, his eyes staring as if in any moment he would jump. I moved closer to the tree, closing my eyes and readying myself for the attack.

But before he stepped any closer he stopped, one paw coming up as his nose lifted in the air. A howl from another echoed through the trees in the darkness, I looked up at the wind swaying the branches, the howl carrying off with it. The black wolf backed off with a low growl producing from his throat. He moved back into the woods, disappearing all together.

I was gasping for air, sliding back against the tree onto the ground. I brought my legs up to my chest and shoved my head in as I let out a soft cry. I closed them tightly, whispering under my breath, nearly rocking myself.

I want to be home.

I want to go home.

Take me home.

A wolf howled at the night, my head coming up as I turned around the tree. I stood quickly, the howl growing louder with each second. I didn't know if it was Sam, I didn't know if it was the other wolf. I couldn't wait. I stepped away from the tree and ran in the other direction despite the burn that clenched my bones.

I was weak, stumbling over my own feet and once falling onto my knees. I stood up quickly and kept going, nearly limping through the woods as the leaves dragged with me. I turned my chin over my shoulder as another howl pounded through the air. I choked down a sob and continued.

I looked back, a log just a foot in front of me before I toppled over it, landing on my stomach. A twig stabbed my arm, piercing right through the fabric of my shirt as it cut through my skin, blood staining quickly. I pulled my sleeve down to assess the wound, knowing it was deep by the excessive bleeding.

I bunched my sleeve, pressing it against it as I tried to stand, only to fall back down onto my side. I huddled by a bush, pressing against the wound as it began to sting. I bit at my lip, tightly closing my eyes as the howl had grown faint.

-TSIPWR-

The sun was high in the sky when I woke. I was hidden under the protection of a bush, my eyes opening to a cricket jumping pass one small branch to the other. Birds chirped in the trees as I sat up from the ground, pulling out random pieces of leaves from my hair. I rubbed my eyes and blinked, the tiredness slipping away as I realized I was completely consumed with forest.

Nothing but forest.

Not a sign of civilization.

I turned behind me to see the same, looking back to my arm to look at my wound. I pulled my sleeve down, crying out as I had realized that the fabric of my shirt was sticking to the bloody scab. I ripped it off quickly, hissing at the sting as the redness around the wound was unmistakable. It was infected and sore, something I should not ignore for a long time.

I had then lifted my shirt, noticing a very large purple and yellow bruise just above my hip. It was sore now, along with the rest of my body and when I only skimmed my fingertips over it I gasped, holding back my cries as I brought my shirt down.

I stood from my spot, biting my lip at the tenderness of my legs. I began limping my way down a steep hill of grass, making it to a stream. I knelled down and cupped water in my hands, splashing my face and taking a sip, avoiding water entering into my wound.

I stood from the stream and headed down the way it flowed, knowing I would hit the ocean at some point. Where there is an ocean, there is a beach and with a beach there are people. I walked along the stream, my arms tight around my waist as I shivered. It was exceptionally cold, the wind hard in the woods as tiny branches fell to the ground.

The stream was getting wider, the water noisier as it flushed down the rocks and I knew I was getting close.

A splash behind me caused me to jump, my body turning as I saw nothing behind me, the stream a little disturbed as a large group of bushes moved. I turned back around, picking up my pace as the noise started again.

I was running, a growl erupting behind me as I didn't look back. I kept going, a break in the woods just at the end. I could hear the ocean. I was getting closer and closer. Heavy breathing was just behind me, whispering down my neck. I was so close…

"Bella!" A voice echoed in the woods. I stopped, the sound behind me stopped. I looked to the side, the empty woods reverberating with his voice.

"Edward?" I whispered, limping my way in the opposite direction. He called out again and I screamed. "Edward!" I was running again, over the small hill.

"Edward!" I cried, seeing him appear between the trees not too far away. His hair was chaotic, as if he had been running his fingers through it. His white button up shirt was torn just at his hip, it all covered with dirt. I ran to him, though he was at me instantly, my arms wrapping around his neck as I let out a racking sob. He gripped me tightly, pulling me in his arms as he hushed me gently, running his fingers through my hair.

"Its okay, your okay." He whispered, continuously stroking the skin at the back of my neck.

"Are you okay?" I cried, pulling away to see his face. He smiled weakly and nodded, wiping my tears.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." He whispered and I brought him back into a hug.

"Peter?" I choked out, his name coming out before it even registered in my mind.

"He's okay." He gripped me a little tighter and I suppressed a groan, but he heard it, looking down to my arm. He lifted my sleeve and touched around the redness, his cooling touch relaxing the burn. He then touched too close and I gasped, feeling him pull my sleeve back down. I I heard paws against the ground my body convulsing as I grabbed onto him tighter. "It's okay, baby. It's just Sam."

I turned my head, my cheek against his shoulder as I could see the silver wolf coming up by the tree line, patches of his grey matted with dry blood. He looked at me with the tilt of his head, his yellow eyes glowing as he whined.

"Thank you." I whispered and Sam whined again. I turned my face back into the crook of Edward's neck and felt us moving, a pair of paws running just along with us. He gripped me tightly and whispered as we moved, telling me I was alright, that I was safe, that he wouldn't let anyone hurt me.

The next part, I had thought I dreamed it. But I was awake. I knew I was awake. I felt the wind on my skin, my hair flowing with every step Edward took. I felt his strong hands on me, his cold lips touching my temple. And above all, I heard those words. Those three little words that I swore I would tell him when he came home. I swore to myself I would tell him, even if his answer would break me. Even if he didn't feel it back. But he did. He was here and he was whispering in my ear. He said it over and over like a prayer, holding me tighter every time he did.

I love you.

Inspiration for this specific chapter - "The Lightning Strike" by Snow Patrol.

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