Chapter 9: Cold Arms

Ok, so I'm sure that most of you want to kill me for ending chapter eight that way. But you know me, I love 'em cliff hangers. So who can guess what will happen, hmmmmmmm?

I froze. The cold arms that were holding me were as hard as granite. I didn't know what to do. I suddenly felt terrified, as if my instincts were telling me to jump out of these creatures arms and run for my life. But i couldn't. No matter how much i struggled, how much i pulled, i was not able to get out of its grasp.

"Let her go!" Seth screamed.

"Never!" the creature yelled. That voice. It was as smooth as silk. The voice of an angel. It made me want to look at his face, but my instincts forced my eyes to stay squeezed shut like if mine met his then I would turn to stone.

"Damn Leach!" Seth started to run towards us, but right as he got two feet away, the "Leach" jumped over him effortlessly, as if he were flying. We must have been over10 feet in the air. I squeezed my eyes tighter and tightened my grip around his neck. When we reached the ground, instead of tumbling over his feet like I expected, he landed perfectly graceful without the slightest bit of unbalance.

"I will not allow you to hurt another human!" This time, his angelic voice overpowered my instincts. I looked. He was the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. His skin was as pale as snow, and his perfect square jawline would have any male model plotting to murder him. His hair, slightly tousled from the wind, was an impressive bronze color that shined in the streaks of moonlight that shone in between the branches. His eyes were a honey color, almost gold. They were round, almost childlike, but had a deep, thoughtful look to them to prove that he was anything but. I could feel through his shirt that he was toned, and I could picture what the rest of him must have looked like. I was in a trance. I could not stop staring at his perfect face. It was as if everything and everyone else were just wisps of mist in a black haze that surrounded us. There was only me and him. Him and me. Us. It was Embry that snapped me out of the illusion.

"Dammit Bella! Don't look at him!" he screamed. My head snapped to face them. While I was in my deep state of mind, I had failed to notice that more people, six to be exact, had joined us, but they weren't from the reservation. Their pale skin contrasted greatly with the darker, russet color that the Quileute's wore. It was obvious that they were with the angel that was holding me because they were all breathtakingly beautiful, almost to an inhuman point. That, and the fact that they were fighting with my friends. I saw that Seth was struggling with a skinny honey blond one. Quill was fighting with a small pixie like girl; she wasn't going to make it. She was so tiny compared to him. Embry was with a huge, muscly, blacked haired man. I didn't notice who was fighting against Paul, because right then, a loud howl broke out. The cold arms, which I forgot were holding me, became rigid and held me closer.

"Dammit." The man growled. Everyone stopped fighting and look towards the woods, where a huge wolf was descending from it. It had rough, russet colored fur. It was big, Eleven feet tall at the least. He was barreling towards us at lightning speed. I started to freak out.

"Let go of me!" I struggled to get out of his grasp, but it was no use. "It's going to trample us! Now let go of me!" The wolf was only a few feet away, and I braced myself for impact. But nothing happened. Was I dead? I didn't feel anything. But I couldn't be. I still felt the ice cold arms, and a deep growl rumbled from right in front of me. With my heart racing, I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was its mouth. The upper lip was lifted in a snarl, the moonlight reflecting of its brilliant white teeth. They contrasted greatly against its russet fur. It had big round, brown eyes. They were set a little higher than its snout, and they bore into mine like lava. They look strangely familiar, and I felt a warmth run through me as I looked at them. They reminded me of, of. I gasped.

"Ja-Jacob?" I released my hand from the man's neck and reached it out, cautiously, to the giant wolfs nuzzle. It touched his nose to my hand, and soon he was resting his head on my entire it. It looked so tiny compared to the huge skull the wolf. My heart soared.

"Jacob! It is you!" I felt a few tears begin to well up in my eyes. I tried to reach my other hand to his head, the man with the cold arms growled and bolted away at lightning speed.

"NO!" I cried. "What are you doing? Take me back there!" But it was of no use.

"JACOB!" I screamed. I knew it wasn't any use. Even if he was following us, we would be too fast for him. But I kept on trying. "JACOB! JACOB! JACOB!" I continued to scream his name until my throat ached with pain. I lost all hope. I knew that he would never catch up to us. So I just fell limp, letting the man with the cold arms take me away from the one and only thing that makes my life worth living.

Hope that you liked it! I am so sorry that it took me so long to update. But I have been having major writers block, and I'm really busy with school. So please review, and please, please, GIVE ME IDEAS! I have no clue on how I'm going to do the next chapter. I know that this chapter sucks, but if I'm going to do it alone, then the next chapter is going to suck even more. So please, HELP ME!