I hope the chapter's not too depressing… that Celine Dion song from Titanic seemed to be playing a constant loop on my ipod, though I swear it was on random shuffle… "I won't let go, Jack…" That movie is so sad! Oh, sorry, I just can't seem to shut up, can I? Alright, here's the chapter:
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The Unnatural: Chapter 6
Trevor
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I was running through the trees again. As fast as I could. This time, though, I knew what I was doing, for there were bloody footprints leading west, the contrast between them and the brown and green forest floor eerie.
The sun was setting in the distance, and the occasional lightning bolt or wave of thunder could be seen and felt, rain clouds coming closer and closer together.
I pushed a branch out of my way and continued running, the white house I'd come to know so well becoming clearer and clearer the closer I got.
Once the house came into full view lightning struck from behind it, making it seem to glow scarily for a split second. I wasted no time, bursting the doors to the old, decaying mansion open before entering, the doors seeming to close on their own once I was inside.
I stifled a sob as I laid eyes on the gruesome sight I'd come to know so well.
Carlie and Junior lay on the floor, their lifeless bodies slowly draining themselves of blood. The puddles of blood were so large that they actually touched, forming one massive circle of red beneath them. I even noticed that there were cuts all up their arms, and seven stab marks in Junior's chest, three in Carlie's... The sick bastard, I thought, wanting to know more than ever who had done this to my kids. That brought something back to the center of my mind: there was one thing missing from my previous dreams...
Edward wasn't there with them.
That and the bloody footprints led UPSTAIRS, instead of to the side.
What happened next chilled me to my very core.
The music that I knew so well, the music from the gazebo... Rosalie's music box... filled the air. It drifted down from the bloody steps. I knew that whatever I would find would be ten times worse than what lay before me now, but I followed the music up the staircase anyways.
I turned down the long hallway. Red handprints adorned the walls, blood splattered everywhere, like red paint from a paintbrush on canvas.
The music got louder and louder, until finally, when I stepped in front of a bedroom door. It was quickly replaced by a wailing, like a baby crying. I opened the door slowly, oh how painfully slowly, until finally, when it was opened all the way, I stepped through the door.
The room was rectangular. A baby crib sat on the west side of the room, a window on one side of it, a small wooden rocking chair on a blue circular rug on the other side. Edward sat on the floor, next to the closet, with his head in his hands and his elbows resting on his knees for support.
"Edward!" I called; it was so good to see him again- not dead. But he didn't look up at me when I called his name. "Edward?"
"Bella..." He sounded so weak...
Lightning struck again and the wind howled, making the curtains on the window fly up and all over. It struck one final time before the electricity gave out, plunging us into utter darkness. Once in a while lightning would strike, lighting up the whole room and sometimes the wind would blow through the room, making the trees brush up against the side of the house and make "SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECHHHH" noises.
I took off in a dead run for him, but fell on something slippery on the floor and collided with the wall next to him.
"Oh, Bella..." he moaned weakly, "You... have to get... out of here..."
I sat up and leaned over him, cupping his cheek. He groaned in pain causing me to quickly recoil my arm."No, Edward, I won't; I want to stay with you," I sobbed.
"No, you don't... go..."
I lifted a hand to run my hands through his hair-- but cringed away when my hand came in contact with something wet and sticky. Lightning struck and lit up the room for half a second, but it was long enough for me to see that the wetness was red, thick and sticky... and I automatically knew that it was Edward's blood.
"Edward," I gasped. "W-who did this to you? To the kids?"
"I wish I knew... but get the baby before he does..."
"Baby? Who do you mean?" I suddenly remembered the wailing. I stood up from my position near Edward and turned towards the baby crib. Hesitantly, I walked towards it and peered inside.
The small body that lay inside was beautiful. It was a boy, with Edward's bronze hair and green eyes that seemed to glow brightly even in this dark room. He was so adorable in his blue footsy pajamas. As soon as he saw me he stopped crying, and gazed up at me.
He was perfect in every way.
My hands automatically flew to my stomach-- there was no bump, and I instantly knew that he was Edward's and mine. I dipped my hands into the crib and picked him up. He cooed and cuddled up close to me. I held him to me. The name Trevor went through my mind. I looked down at him. Yes, I decided, he definitely looks like a Trevor.
"Bella, watch out!" Edward...
I gasped and spun around, only to come face-to-face with the killer. He wore a black cape, a black fedora, and a mask that covered his entire face. He glared at me with his glowing red eyes as he lifted one black-gloved hand toward us. The dagger he held was covered in blood. He struck at us and I quickly spun back around to block the baby. The dagger dug into my back. I gasped, searching for air that seemed to evade me as he twisted the knife in deeper. I gripped my baby tighter as I fell to the ground. The killer chuckled as he ripped the baby from my grasp. I reached for him, but to no avail. The black spots in my visage overtook me and I was plunged into an even blacker darkness...
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"Bella! Bella, love, wake up!" Edward said as he shook me slightly.
I opened my eyes slightly only to be greeted with blurriness. Great, I had been crying. Why on Earth would I have been- I remembered my dream whimpering slightly as it all flooded back to me.
"Oh, Edward!" I cried and launched myself at him. He wrapped his arms around me tightly, and rubbed my back as I cried.
"It's alright, love, it's alright. I love you, it's alright."
"Promise me something, Edward," I whispered into his shirt.
"Anything, love, Anything you want, and I'll give it to you; you know that."
"Promise that we'll never even go near Cullen Manor again; promise me that, especially after Trevor is born, that we won't even go to Forks, okay?"
"Whoa, whoa, wow. Just, hold on a second. Trevor?"
I grimaced- had I said Trevor? I guess I had... "Never mind that, after the baby is born that we won't even go near Forks again. Better?"
He chuckled. "Sure, Bella. It's better. And yes, I promise you, on my li—"
I cut him off. "No. No, don't you dare promise anything on your life! Ever!"
"Why?"
"Because! You say that now, but if we do ever go back there, that means you'd die!" It was too much like my dream. If he promised me anything on his life, that meant that he'd die before ever doing it. So, if we ever did go back, he'd die. It made sense, if you thought about it.
"Why are we talking about death, love? And what gives you that idea?"
"My dream…"
"Bella, look at me." Slowly, I brought my gaze up to his, my chocolate orbs meeting his emerald ones. "Bella, what was your dream about, exactly?"
And so I told him. About it all, though I nearly cried when I told him about what happened to the kids and him in my dream.
"He looked just like me?" he asked when I was finished. He was obviously speaking of the baby.
I nodded. "In every way."
A big, goofy smile stretched across his face. "We should go to the hospital tomorrow, and find out how far along you are."
"Okay." I looked over his shoulder –he was still holding me—to glance at his clock. Four thirty. The hospital began letting people visit patients at five, so we had thirty minutes. "How about we start getting ready now?" I asked.
It was his turn to look at the clock. "Sure," he said, getting out of the bed. I felt empty then, not having his arms around me to protect me, to comfort me. It made me feel… odd.
I sighed, and hopped out of the bed as well.
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Breakfast was a quiet affair; the only sounds being made were our chewing. We went back upstairs and took a shower, before getting dressed. The first time we spoke to each other out of bed was when we were in the car, on our way to the hospital. And even then it was a short conversation—but I guess I didn't really put a lot into it either.
"Bella?"
"Yeah?" I looked up at him, and he gave me a crooked grin.
"You've been really quiet; what's on your mind?"
I looked away. "Nothing." I probably said it harsher than I needed to.
In the side view mirror I saw him nod and turn away to look back out of the windshield. I instantly felt horrible—I was just pushing everyone out recently, wasn't I?
"Edward, I—"
He stopped me. "Its fine, Bella. Just forget it."
That didn't help.
I sighed, and we didn't talk the rest of the way to the hospital.
Edward had some sort of connections with the hospital somehow, so he was able to get us in really quick. We took the scan, and waited a while before the doctor came in with the results.
"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Cullen, the baby is pretty healthy, and is growing quickly," he said, grinning widely as he came in the room.
"How long?" I asked him.
He looked back down at the clipboard. "Uhh… around two months. You should start to show somewhat better in about a week, two tops."
Edward smiled down at me, and I tried to smile in return, but it was forced. I was happy—of course I was. It just had to happen now… And my most recent nightmare wasn't helping at all, either.
I sighed. "Thank you, Doctor," I said.
"Come back in a few weeks and we'll be able to tell you the gender," he said.
I nodded, and Edward helped me down from the bed.
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It didn't take long for us to get to their room. Edward opened the door for me, and as soon as we were in, he wrapped his arms around me. Carlie was in her bed, the blankets wrapped around her while Junior sat opposite of her. They were playing with some toys that the nurse had been gracious enough to bring in. Ness sat in a chair next to Paige, and brushed a stray lock of hair from her face.
"Hey, guys," I greeted quietly. Carlie's head instantly shot up, and her brother soon followed.
"Mommy!" she squealed. I smiled, and went over to give her and Junior hugs. Edward did the same, before gathering me up in his embrace again.
"Mommy, are ghosts real?"
I froze up, and felt Edward freeze around me as well. We had never told them exactly how I met Edward… they just knew that it was different from how Uncle Jake met Aunt Nessie. Way different.
"W-why, baby?" I asked.
"A'cause, Momma, there was nobody in the big truck that hit us."
My jaw dropped. "Are you sure?" I asked.
She nodded. "Yeah, Momma. No one was driving."
"She's right, Mom. No one was in it," Junior cut in.
"You know what? Now that they mention it, they never did find a body in the truck. It was completely empty when they went to help the person," Ness recalled.
No. Way.
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A/N: Not as long as previous chapters, but still kinda long. I hope you enjoyed it! I'm working on a couple new stories that I hope to post soon. If you're interested, I'll send you a short summary of one of them, because I really need some opinions on it before I do and make a complete and utter fool of myself!
Oh, yeah, sorry the chapter took forever. I went to NEW MOON (just about died at the end. Can you say "Cliff-hanger"? Come on, say it with me.) And, and and anaandd…. I SAW PHANTOM OF THE OPERA ON BROADWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEAAAKKKKKK!!!!!!!! I loved every minute of it, and I recommend it for EVERYONE! Seriously! It looked like they were actually on the water, and when he disappeared at the end??? HOLY CRAP! I loved it! Hehe, sorry about that, lol! But yes, if you ever get the chance, go see Phantom!
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