Okay, so clearly I can't stay away from fanfiction for very long. I came up with at least a hundred new story ideas, the best of which are posted in a poll on my profile, which I would LOVE if you'd vote on. Solstice will continue, though, don't worry.
My site is coming along pretty nicely, I fixed the glitch where no one could comment, so that's good now. I, again, urge you to go check it out, even just to leave a comment and then never reappear.
Oh, but if you're going to go just to ask me to read your Twilight fanfiction, don't bother. That really ticks me off…-.-. You know who you are.
At any rate, enjoy!
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Rosalie's POV
This is stupid. Actually, I take that back. This is pointless and stupid. It's because of Edward that I am now in Phoenix. It's because of Edward that I'm away from Emmett. It's because of Edward that we all had to leave the one place we love, that we feel at home.
Clearly, everything we're going through now is completely Edward's fault. If Carlisle hadn't snapped the phone shut before I got a chance to grab it, he would've gotten an earful.
Is anyone aware of the fact that I haven't brushed my hair in five days?
More importantly, does anyone care?
I suppose it's not about my hair. Not entirely anyway. The important thing is the danger Edward's placed us in. It's a wonder he isn't wanted for a homicide, with Bella as his accomplice. But, no, the police are determined to refuse to see what's right before their eyes, the consistently say that someone else came to the school and massacred sixteen students.
Yeah, that would happen. If they really had wanted to cause a mass-murder scene, why not shoot up a huge high school, like Phoenix's?
Exactly, because they didn't.
Don't get me wrong, I'm glad for Forks High School's smallness. If it didn't exist, we'd still be in Alaska. I don't have any problems with Alaska, technically, but it was nice to get away from the ice. And it's nice to see sunshine occasionally, even if you can't be seen in it. But now, we may never get back.
Edward's fault.
Edward's fault.
Edward's fault.
It's hard, right now, for him. For all of us. But why he's thinking of a human girl before us, his family, is beyond me. He's obsessed. Too many lives he's taken and he doesn't want to add to the list.
But we may be the next casualties.
Little did we know, of course, that werewolves are incredible trackers. Not all of them, of course, just the ones that are following us now. That's why we're in "The land of the sun". Phoenix.
We're staying inside the car 24/7. No breaks, no sunshine. We'll check into a hotel past nightfall, then go out and hunt tonight before continuing east. Carlisle says we'll fly if we have to.
God, I miss Emmett.
Carlisle turned the Mercedes into a little drive-through, for some kind of little fast-food restaurant. I raised an eyebrow.
"I know we're all upset with what we are right now, but I think this is a bit extreme, Carlisle. I am not eating that slop."
He shook his head.
"It's merely keeping up pretenses, Rosalie. The car behind us has been following us for at least three hundred or so miles. They may not wonder why we haven't eaten in that time period, but I'd rather not take chances at this point."
He ordered the first things on the menu, then whipped out a small, black credit card to pay with it. The bag was handed through the window, and Carlisle sped off.
Esme handed the bag, tattooed with red and yellow logos, to me. I took it in between two fingers, then tossed it to the floor in front of the empty seat. The smell was repulsive, grease and fat. I resolved to throw it out the window the next chance I got.
I rolled down my window, leaning my head toward the rushing air. My hair whipped toward it, small strands of it caught in the stream. It flew into my face, blinding me, only temporarily. I tucked it securely behind my ear, then leaned my face farther out the window. The air rushed over the planes of my face, the smells registering subconsciously.
Pine, elk, beer bottles.
The beautiful landscape here was scarred. The humans, even when they weren't present, were there. Bottled, cups and cans littered every inch of the outskirts of the forest. It's hard to think of yourself as repulsive when you see how disgusting human habits are.
Hard, but never impossible.
I sighed, rolling the window back up. It's always too risky. Always has been, but even more so now.
Again, Edward's fault.
I turned my head away from the window, sighing again. The black velvet of the interior enveloped my vision, the shock of the sudden change barely registering in my mind.
God, I miss Emmett.
Bella's POV
I woke up again about three hours later. It was dark, the only evidence that it was coming from the lack of shimmer around the edges of the curtains.
A lone lamp shone from the corner of the room, a yellow light.
I rose gently, bending my elbows back and placing my palms flat on the bed to steady myself.
The room was empty.
I rose more urgently, tentatively testing my legs, pleased when they held. I glanced around the room, the emptiness unnerving me.
There were no sounds from the kitchenette.
I hesitantly crept over to the door, placing my hands flat on it, my ear pressed against it.
No sounds.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.
Empty.
I swung around, finding the bathroom door open and unoccupied.
I was alone.
Shuddering breaths violently wracking my chest, I moved toward the main door and placed my hand on the doorknob. I turned it.
The door didn't open.
So they'd locked it then, when they left for wherever they are.
I turned away, feelings that I didn't understand running through my system.
A shimmer of metal caught my eye. I whipped my head around to where it had been, on the floor right next to what had been my bed. I dropped to my knees next to it and picked up the object, between two fingers, frightened.
I went back to the door, shaking the doorknob as violently as I could manage. Surely there would be some way to get it open.
When the door swooped out into the hallway, I stopped breathing.
With only a miniscule pause, gripping the small, silver key ring, I ran, out and away, and into the cold, black night.
Edward's POV
A slight smell registered in my senses and I smiled grimly. The forest loomed in front of us, and I shook my head. If only I could take back what I had done.
Emmett and Jasper were already in the outskirts of the forest, ready to find whatever wildlife we happened to happen upon.
I turned, looking at the nearly invisible highway behind us, and sighed.
With only a miniscule pause, barely holding on to what was left of my humanity, I ran, away from civilization, and straight into the uninviting, black forest.
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Gurgh. Too short. Sorry, I couldn't extend this any longer, but I hope it's got enough…stuff to keep you entertained.
Like I said before, I hope you'll go vote on my poll and please take a look at my website.
If not, the least you can do is review. We're almost to 100!!