Author Note: Woot! Second chapter. Hurrah!
Thanks to my bestest friend Crazy(Twichild369)! Because she betas this and she's awesome at it.
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The songs I used as my playlist for this chapter are Dead World by Archeon and Witness Your Own Oblivion by Callenish Circle. They are both really cool songs in my opinion.
I forgot the disclaimer last chapter. –head/desk-
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Tip of the Dagger
Chapter Two – Random Box
I ran through the woods that lead toward Seattle. Now that I was out and on the road I didn't know where to start to look for Edward. I had taken a bus from Forks to Port Angeles, and then a cab to the next town. I asked the driver to drop me off in the middle of nowhere and then began running. I was pretty sure that is was this way to Seattle. But I was tired of running. I barely even knew where I was going.
I would have driven my truck but the odds of being caught in that monster of a car were higher than being caught on foot. Right now I almost regretted not taking my truck even though I knew I couldn't take it.
I plopped down on a rotting tree stump in defeat while I pulled out a small sandwich I had made for myself. I was hungry and cold in the middle on the woods. There was no denying that though Jacob would most likely live there was still blood of my hands.
The blood of an innocent boy, a stupid boy, but innocent nonetheless,
I took a large bite out of the sandwich. Guilt was gnawing at my insides. I had left Charlie, almost killed my best friend, been left by the love of my life, and now I was sitting in the middle of a random stretch of forest on a rotting stump. Charlie didn't deserve how I had been treating him, Jacob didn't deserve the pain, as Edward didn't deserve my stalkerish tendencies.
My life was a fairy tale. I snorted.
Yeah right, if it was, where's my knight in shining armor?
I finished up my sandwich and snatched Mortimer from my sheath. I stared at the bright red liquid that saturated the small ditches of the curling carvings. My fingers moved to stroke it. It looked wet. But it felt dry. It must be something about werewolf blood.
There was another reason I had to attack Jacob. A reason I hadn't thought of until I was on the bus to Port Angeles. Mortimer would carry the scent of werewolf and that would warn any vampires away from me for the time being. And that was good for me, since I smelled tasty and I couldn't fight off vampires. Now they would either stay away from me because of the stench or come near me curiously but not attack me for fear that I might hurt them.
Well, that was what I hoped would happen if I encountered a vampire. I stroked Mo before stuffing him back in the sheath.
I knew I was insane. There was no question, but as long as I either found Edward or killed myself I would be fine in the end.
I was in high spirits as I kept on my trail through the woods. I wasn't running any more, I was content just walking. I had my hands stuffed in my pockets, trying to save them from the cold that was nipping at the skin of my face and neck.
I stumbled over what appeared to be some sort of box. I furrowed my brows, why was there a box in the middle of the woods. I looked around me cautiously, I was wary because this might be some sort of trap. For what, you might ask? I have no clue. But the possibility was still there. I heard nothing strange and I saw nothing strange, well, save for the box at my feet.
My attention went back to the box. I observed it closely. It was a greenish brown color, it seemed mold had accumulated on the top and sides of the box, bright green moss grew up the sides near the ground, various leaves and twigs decorated the top part of the box. It must've been here for a long time. Who would leave a box in the woods?
Kneeling down I began to brush off the debris on the lid of the box. Carefully I lifted the lid of the box a bit and peeked under it slightly. It was too dark inside the box to see properly so I shoved the lid off the box completely.
I leaned in and looked at the items. There were some books and water stained photos, there was a small golden rattle and a strange red moldy velvet pouch, those were the things that stood out the most to me.
I pulled out the books first. They were slightly damp but still readable. As the covers of the books were washed clean of ink I had to turn to the second page in the books to find the titles.
The first book was "The Secret Garden" the next book was "Narnia" the next one was too water logged to read anything in it and so was the one below it. I sighed in dismay. The weather of Washington had clearly not been kind to these beautifully bound books.
I put the first two books in my back pack gently, trying not to damage than anymore than they already were.
After the books were in my pack I turned back to the box and pulled out the photos. Most were just lying freely on top of the other junk but some of them were in beautiful old fashioned golden frames. I looked at the picture. All the pictures were black and white, some were blurry but most had held up well, they seemed a lot more water resistant than the books.
I sat on a protruding tree root near me as I started looking through the pictures. The first was of a couple, it looked like it was a wedding photo, the woman wore a long ornate white dress and the man an old-fashioned suit. They both smiled at each other lovingly while they held hands. It was a perfect picture.
Beautiful,
If only Edward and I had that kind of love, the true kind.
The next picture was interesting; the couple was now in a hospital while the woman held a newborn baby. They were both smiling widely at the camera. There were a couple more pictures of their child with them as he was growing up. It was obvious that he was a boy when his curly hair was cut after what appeared to be his first birthday. I got to witness his first steps, and his family gatherings through these pictures. It was a wonderful feeling.
The last picture was framed and the most preserved. I almost fell over in shock by what I saw. It was the couple again but this time in the middle of them was a slightly younger and slightly different Edward.
Did that mean I had just found a box of Edward's belongings in a random forest?
I had a hard time believing this. How … I just couldn't comprehend by this box was even out here in the first place. I had watched Edward grow up through black and white pictures. This made no sense.
I straightened out the pictures and put them safely in my backpack. Then I scrambled over to the box and hovered over it for a second before digging through it again. I pulled out the small golden rattle as if it were made of the most delicate china. It shone bright in the feeble sunshine that managed to infiltrate itself through the leaves of the large trees. I put it in a small padded pouch in the side of my pack.
The last object was the small velvet pouch. I pulled it out gingerly. It felt like it was about to disintegrate. I placed it in my palm and slowly pulled it open trying to be as gentle with the strings as I could. Once it was open, I tipped it over and out came tumbling a ring.
It was beautiful. The face was a long oval, set with slanting rows of glittering round stones. The band was gold—delicate and narrow. The gold made a fragile web around the diamonds. I'd never seen anything like it
It was amazing. It was easily the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. I put the pouch in the box and began to feel and touch the ring with both my hands; it was smooth and almost warm. I pulled it gently onto the pointer finger of my left hand. I would keep it with me always, like a good luck charm.
A slight rustle in the underbrush made me jump up and took a defensive position. In a split second Mo was in my hand and I was glancing around wildly trying to determine if the noise was a threat or not.
A low growl rumbled through the air. My eyes widened, this was certainly a threat. The growl did not sound natural; it reminded me of vampires or werewolves. I desperately hoped I wouldn't be harmed.
I crouched lower, assuming a protective position over the box full of treasures. I couldn't let whoever this was harm this box that had belonged to my Edward. It was part of his past. And as his ex-girlfriend it was my duty to return it to him. Maybe he had lost it. Or someone had stolen it. He would probably want it back.
The fronds and bushes in front of me were shivering violently. I shuddered in anticipation, who would step out of there? And more importantly, if it were to try and harm me, would I be able to kill it?
Author Note: Bum bum bum! Or not … This was short and … weird and random and I have no idea what I'm doing.
Well, until next chapter!
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