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This Chapter is mainly all Edward's POV, but has a small Lucie POV at the end, from requests of an Edward perspective from when he heard Lucie scream- hope it answers questions.
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Anyway, here it is!
What happened Last chapter (or at least, from Edward's POV):
A sound that caused me to jump up.
A sound that made me forget about Bella.
A sound that chilled me to the bone.
For the sound that I heard was a terrible scream.
And I knew it was Lucie's.
The Midnight Hour
Edward's POV:
I heard the piercing sound die in its wake, even in horror, it still sounded delicate, odd that it was mixed with undeniable fear, that didn't suit the soft peal. Lucie's scream; one that had been enough to capture my attention entirely. The next actions I made were erratic, purely impulse based. I knew nothing as I sped towards the window, only when reaching it did I turn to see Bella, standing frozen, also staring at the forest, towards the swaying trees. I just looked at her, and as her eyes met mine, I was confused. Her normally warm brown eyes, would usually stop my thoughts, once captivated in there hidden depths, but now they looked oddly flat, the troubled look had intensified, yet I knew she could not of heard what I had. But I didn't had time to think. For, I only knew one thing; Lucie was in danger. And I had to stop that.
In one agile leap, I jumped through the window. Forgetting Bella as sprinted to the trees, I would explain later, now was not the time for trivial talk. I had to act.
Never have I ran so fast.
Darting through the thickets of branches, the lattice of brown and green sped past me, it became a blur. All I could see was the image of Alice's vision, the day that she'd seen Lucie in the car park. It haunted me, now that I knew it was steadily becoming true.
Her head slumped against a tree, blood dripping down her side, a figure at her neck. Draining her of blood. Draining her of life. Only the timing had been unsure. I sped faster, my limbs fuelled with inhuman strength, I knew I was faster than a bullet fired from a gun, but that did not matter. For even bullets; sometimes miss there mark.
Would I get there in time? The unwelcome thought rose to my mind I discarded it, negative thoughts would not help matters, I turned sharply left, not knowing where to go, but not before I smelt it. The smell of two people I knew; one was the sweet scent of Lucie. The scent, that even now, when I knew she was in danger, that caused the monster within me to rise steadily as it awoke, and cheer. That caused my throat to ache, my body yearn with the desire it so desperately craved. The simple and deadly desire of her blood.
Yet the other scent was the one that shocked me, and the thought that came along with it, albeit distant and remote - they were far off.
Only a bit closer now, she's stopped running, odd… Though maybe she feels safe? Hmm, my powers seem to be affecting her well. Ahh, she smells so good, so clean; so pure. Far better than the tainted blood of animals, how could I have coped for so long, nothing could compare to her's . Only a bit closer. But why is she all rigid, she looks paralysed? Only a bit closer…
There was no denying whose thoughts these belonged to. Jasper.
I kicked my legs faster, searching for them, abruptly; totally and utterly furious. Jasper, Jasper? I tried to repeat the name in my head, attempting lividly to make sense of it. Yet I could not. But then the dawning dread fell upon me. How could I have been so stupid? I had seen Jasper this morning, his onyx eyes, black with thirst. I hadn't understood his thoughts then, thought little of how they'd been revolved around the girl.
And I could have made him hunt.
Right then I knew, if anything happened, it would all be my fault.
Even then, he'd known how strong her scent was; how potent and alluring, they way it flooded her cheeks often, giving her a subtle rose tint, to her otherwise alabaster skin. The way it pumped supply through her veins, faster when my eyes met hers, and the way her heart quickened, so loud and moist.
I felt disgusted at myself. How was I any better than Jasper? If I continued to think like this, I knew I would not be able to save her.
If she isn't dead already.
No! I did not think that, she was still alive, and she would remain so. I listened hard, though without success, their location was remote, instead I tried to access Jasper's mind. I had to stop him.
So fragile, that cream looks far better with red, the blood in her cheeks, a truly delicious colour, but nothing compared to the scent, and the perfect liquid oozing from that wound…
Jasper's thoughts became hazy again, from seeing the blood on her side, and in her pale cheeks, the blood that I had seen on several occasions, whenever embarrassment took hold, or when she was angry. Then, the rose colour would not only look beautiful, like a Lily stained with showers of red, but also irresistible. She could not possibly know the way that even I felt when she blushed, the temptation that would rise within me, seize me as I saw the colour beneath her skin. I hated myself for feeling that way, and this usually led to angst on my part, it was an irrational reaction, not to mention unjust, but not when compared with such a reaction as Jasper's.
I pitied him, almost. Half of him was trying to run, revolted at himself for wanting to take her, but the other side was stronger, fuelled by the ache in his parched throat; an ache that could only be quenched with blood. And now the most intoxicating type was less than two meters away. I knew he would not hold out for long. He was becoming feverish, I could tell, his thoughts were raging, tired of resisting, and they became incoherent.
Closer, I thought, as I sped past a tree, one that I had past earlier today, when I'd seen Jasper previously. When I could have stopped him. Faster. I needed to be faster. There was only a few seconds left, I could see the girl, her eyes shut, shaking slightly, not moving. Why wasn't she running? Why hadn't she screamed again? And She was just standing there, as a lethal vampire continued to dance closer.
A vampire that had been deprived of blood, and one that's control was waning, as was it's resistance. In other words, the person who was about to kill Lucie, was Jasper.
I still could hear him properly, though his mind told me what he was saying, even though I could not actually hear his voice,
"You're mine." A meter away… His? Not if I could help it, I sped round more trees, weaving in-between them, jumping over upturned roots, dodging the trunks of trees. Hitting them would not harm me, after all, I was a vampire, the tree would get damaged though, not that I cared, no, it was the fact that it would only slow me down considerably. I could not afford to get slowed down. Not when Lucie's future hung in the balance, becoming less and less liking to continue with every second.
I almost stopped, as I smelt the blood. Looking ahead, my eyes zoned in on a rock, blood against the wet stone, it didn't take a genius to work out whose blood it was. I sped on, using all my will not to lick at the blood, still damp, from the stone. Again, revulsion washed over me. Though at least, I was getting closer.
The neck, where her blood flows thickest, I'll lean in slowly, I only get one chance to do this, so close now.
I wanted to scream as I saw Lucie through Jasper's mind, he was an inch away, planning to lift up her cheek, caress her neck before he bit her, and tasted her blood. I ran; faster. I could hear everything now, as if, in mist the danger my senses had increased, her ragged breath, the panting of Jasper, and then his voice. A voice that sent shivers down my spine, for within the words, the meaning was a death sentence.
"La tentation dépassa la raison." The voice sang, Jasper's voice, it sent a volt of anger through me, then there was a pause before he replied. A pause was what I needed. "It means, 'The temptation exceeded the reason'."
I saw him, through Jasper's eyes, cup her face, hold her, whilst she was evidently unconscious, soon he would not withstand, he would give in to the temptation, I ran faster towards the clearing, in which I knew they were. I felt myself get even angrier as he pushed a strand away from his face, a kind gesture, if he wasn't about to kill her. Which I knew, was exactly what he planned.
"I'm sorry Lucie, but the temptation has overruled all, I cannot suppress it." Jasper sang strained, just as his lips met the crook of her throat.
And then, I burst into the clearing, and threw myself at Jasper, who still hadn't noticed my presence.
"NO!" I yelled, breaking Jasper out of his trance. He looked at me, and fear flashed through, his almost senseless eyes, black as the darkest night. I collided with him, knocking him to the tree, he slammed against it, as the tree fell, cracking against the force I had just exerted.
Out of the corner of my eye; I saw Lucie slump, her knees giving way, as she too hit the ground. It took all my strength not to run to her, there and then.
But I had to deal with Jasper first.
I was still holding onto his shirt, anger boiled in me, as I stared at him, his eyes mirrored his thoughts, still consumed with Lucie, with the blood that was clinging to her shirt.
I was so close…Jasper thought, the monster within him, mocking, joint in disappointment, it was the longing that made me throw him to the ground, that unleashed the hiss from within me, only to be answered by a snarl from Jasper. He looked feral, crouched now, as we circled, with myself, constantly keep Lucie behind me, I hated the was her body convulsed, she was shuddering. What was wrong with her?
Jasper lunged to my left, trying to break through my defence, but I parried him, having heard the thought before he made his move. Suddenly, I felt him use his power, as a wave of calm tried to wash over me. Yet it had no affect. Calm was not an emotion I possessed at the moment; for incandescent anger surged through me, mounting very time I saw what Jasper yearned to do, the turbulent wave within me would thrash. I felt like I was going to explode. I pushed Jasper back, with such force, he collided in heap into a trunk four meters away, I took my chance, running to the girl.
As I reached her, it was as if the world slowed down. I held my breath, no needing oxygen, and not wanting to smell her blood as I lifted her frail figure, which was still shuddering. Though as my skin touched hers, she shivered. I figured it was my cold skin, though for some reason, it felt like I had been cold to, despite my granite skin. I saw a line of blood from the corner of her mouth from where she'd bit her lip, hastily I brushed it away, not wanting that to distract me.
It struck me as odd how light she was. I might be angry, high on angered adrenaline, but I could still judge weights accurately and Lucie's was too little. She weighed less than Bella, despite nearly being a foot taller. She was underweight, I made a mental note to inform Esme of this, she would be happy to have the chance at cooking, the thought gave a smile to my face, one that soon vanished, as I was brought back to earth when I heard Jasper's thoughts behind me.
Edward, Jasper's mind pleaded, he was gripping the tree, stopping himself from running at me, I'm so sorry… I knew the thought was genuine, though this did not excuse him, I growled in response, and spat my reply at him.
"Jasper. Do you have any idea what you've done?" I said quietly, as Jasper looked horrified "Leave. Now." I spoke through clenched teeth, my grip on the girl tightening, fighting down the urge to run at him again, and the other desire, that filled me whenever in Lucie's presence. Jasper stumbled away, running through the trees, as I turned away, disgusted.
Lucie emitted a sound then, her breathing hiked, along with her heartbeat, and I looked down at her anxiously, her eyelids were fluttering rapidly, she was still unconscious. What was happening to her? She grabbed my arm suddenly, and I murmured to her, willing her to awake.
"It's ok, Lucie? Can you hear me?" I was running now, not needing to avert my eyes from her face as I sped through the forest, having memorised the path before. Her eyelids were a pale lavender colour, like amethysts, she looked sleep deprived, yet now she was not sleeping, her body was still convulsing and shaking, I ran faster. I needed to get to Carlisle and fast. The blood from her cheeks had left, and some was still flowing from her cut. How much blood had she lost? I did not ponder on this thought. Thinking about blood, was not the wisest option at the moment. My nose was already burning, despite the fact I hadn't drawn breath since I entered the clearing before.
I was at the house now, and I burst through, Alice was halfway down the stairs, her eyes closed, and I saw the scene I'd just witnessed with my own eyes in the clearing flash I her mind.
"Bit late Alice." I said coldly, ignoring her look of hurt as she stared horrified at Lucie, I called Carlisle, he was at my side in an instant.
"Edward," He gasped, as he saw the ashen girl in my arms, He's hurt her again? I thought Edward was trying to make it up to her? Carlisle thought, I glared at him, while explaining her condition quickly, he shot an apologetic glance, Sorry. He mentally apologised for his assumption.
"Carlisle, please," I said, and he must of heard the strain in my voice as I handed the girl to him, and promptly stared at the scarlet stain on my hands.
Edward, wash them, don't taste it, it'll only make things harder. You've lasted exceptionally well, and don't worry. She hasn't lost too much blood, but she's in shock, get Alice. I need her. She might make sense of this.
"Alice?" I asked angrily, perplexed at his calm attitude. "Why?"
She can help, just get her, I need to sterilise the wound.
I didn't complain, just ran back into the hallway, Alice was still standing on the stairs, her eyes closed, skimming the future, I growled at her, she snapped her eyes open, and focused on me.
"Alice, Carlisle wants you." I said gruffly, she just nodded silently.
Edward, I can't see her properly, I never knew this was going to happen, I'm sorry. Were her thoughts as she left the room, I ignored them, and ran to the bathroom, throwing open the door, not caring about the dent I'd just made in the wall. I lurched towards the sink, washing away the blood. If I had anything remotely solid in my stomach, it would have left me then. I felt sick. The blood burned my thoughts, though I knew that if I tasted it, there would be no suppressing myself from running into that room and taking the girl.
And this time, I would not be the one who was saving her.
I would be the one, endangering her life, yet again.
Furiously, I scrubbed at my hands, making sure no trace of her scent lingered on them. I ran back to the room with Alice and Carlisle, They were talking in hushed tones, still calm. Why was everyone so damn calm?!
"Edward, she's fine." Carlisle said, oh-so-surprisingly, in a calm manner. I seriously wanted to hit something again, the anger had not yet subsided, if anything, it mounted with each and every passing moment.
"She is a long way from being fine, Carlisle." I stated darkly. Really attempting not to throw a chair across the room.
"I know," He sighed slightly, "Look, I need to talk to Jasper, it was him I presume, who nearly attacked her?" Said Carlisle.
"He was about-"
"Edward." Carlisle said sternly. "Yes or No."
"Yes." I said, once again through gritted teeth, Carlisle left, leaving only Alice and I, alone in the room. I placed my head in my hands, muttering, furiously.
"He's still out there, he was going to-"
"Shh, I'll go after him, he'll be feeling awful." Alice cut across me, looking towards the door in which Carlisle was left, a concerned look in her eyes. Yeah, go an comfort Jasper. What a victim he is. I thought sarcastically.
"He doesn't deserve that!" I growled and then looked towards Lucie, My voice lowered, the anxiety seeping back into it, as I stared at her, she was still shuddering. That, was not just shock.. "Alice, look at her, what's happening?!"
"Edward," Alice sighed, "She's having a vision."
"What?" I asked, momentarily forgetting my anger.
"She's seeing someone's past, Jasper's I think, it would explain why she didn't try to run." I considered this briefly, accepted it, but then noticed something in what Alice had said.
"How did you know she didn't run away Alice?" My tone sounded oddly dark. Alice grimaced as she replayed her vision from earlier, the vision that had - like the last - arrived too late.
Then I remembered something. And hated myself for not thinking about it earlier.
Bella.
Alice saw my expression, and read my thoughts; portrayed easily on my face at this moment.
"She's fine, left earlier," I made a move to go to Bella's. I had completely forgotten about the point of my existence. I felt sick again, what could she think of me? Running out on her like that, without an explanation? I walked firmly towards the door, everything was in disarray. It was all thanks to Jasper.
Or, all thanks to you. My thoughts mocked me darkly. I grabbed the door handle roughly, wrenching it open. I would apologise to Bella, Lucie was fine.
"Edward, she's gone to La Push." Alice said, I whipped round to her.
"Why?" I asked incredulously.
"Edward, give her some space, I think she's meeting the Blacks, you know how close their families have been." Alice sighed and sat on a chair. She looked as if the conversation had aged her, with her hair matted instead of spiky. It struck me that I was not the only one who cared for humans. Alice cared for her friends greatly, and right now, one was unconscious.
"Right." I muttered, and went back to Lucie, who seemed to be shaking less.
"Alice, what do we do? She can't wake up here."
"I know, Carlisle suggested that once we're sure she's ok, that we should return her home, it's already past midnight, Her father will be worried sick. The only problem, is if she remembers it all Edward, then what will happen." Alice said, it sounded like she was on the verge of tears, even though vampires could not cry.
"She'll be horrified…" I muttered, imagining her waking up alone in her room.
"We have to leave." Alice said, standing up, and lifting my head up with her small hand. I hadn't even realised it was down. "Edward, come on, we can take her home, you and me. Then you can go home to Bella." She said soothingly. I tried to smile appreciated back at her. Alice had always been my favourite sibling. She connected with me in a way that none of the others did. She understood how I felt.
"Okay." I agreed. "I'll carry her." We took her outside running swiftly to her home, not bothering with Alice's Porsche or my Volvo. They would attract noise. We ran in silence, and I was glad of this, Alice seemed to understand the fact I needed time to cool down, keeping her thoughts quiet, when we reached the driveway to her small cottage like home she asked me a question silently.
You know how she is Edward, don't act as if last night was a big deal. She'll end up blaming herself.
I wanted to protest, not a big deal? But didn't respond, I knew the last part was true nonetheless. Even if it was entirely someone else's fault, Lucie would find away to blame herself.
I'll wait here Edward. Alice thought, as I swiftly climbed into her room, I just grunted a low response, and sat down on her bed, pulling a thick duvet around her, she was shivering again. I rubbed the blanket until her shuddering ceased and I simply sat there, continuing to cradle her, not wanting to leave her unprotected; with her looking so helpless. Her breathing was odd, coming coarse and ragged and then she twisted suddenly, as if in pain. I was instantly worried, had her wound re-opened? But the absence of the scent discarded that theory. And I knew why she was panting, as if running. She was still experiencing Jasper's past. She could do so, even tough he was miles away. Her gift, truly was, extraordinary.
I rocked her gently, crooning her; only wanting her fear to subside, for her to be in peace. Being safe was one thing; feeling safe, was another entirely.
Gradually, her breathing slowed, and she inhaled before letting out a gust of breath, the corners of my mouth turned up as I whispered into her ear.
"You're safe now." And I wished so much, that it was the truth. For I knew, she would never be safe whilst we were present. She could never be away from danger. I placed her on the bed, wrapping the blankets around her, determined she would not get cold from the draft coming through the window.
Staring at her, in the moonlight, I noticed things about her face, finally avoid of fear in sleep, that I had not seen before. For the first time, I looked at her properly, without an audience, and her inquisitive gaze.
Her high cheek bones, covered by alabaster cream skin, nearly as pale as my own in the moonlight. Her delicate features, the natural cupids bow on her small lips, They way her hair (even now, after all that she'd been through) continued to flow down either side of her face, framing it perfectly, a shade of gold closer to silver in the moonlight, contrasting beautifully with her lavender coloured eyelids, joined to a thick set of elegant eyelashes, eyelashes, that were incidently, wet. And as if to prove my point, a single tear rolled down her cheek, my hand caught it, it lingered on my finger, I brought it slowly to my face, only to drop it again, as I felt another's presence.
I'd completely forgotten about Alice. I looked to my left, and sure enough, there Alice was, perched on the window sill.
Edward, come on, she's safe now.
I looked back from her to Lucie, and nodded, though did not make a move to leave. I felt oddly stuck to where I sat, on the edge of the girls bed, still unwilling to leave her alone.
It only took one word from Alice to make me change my mind. One word was all it took for me to leave the girl. She took my hand and led me to the window.
Bella. Was her thought.
And we left Lucie's room, taking separate paths in the night, Alice returning to Jasper, and I returning to Bella. Returning to our loves. Both knowing how lost we were without them
Though all the way, I couldn't shake off the feeling eating away at me.
The feeling that I hated far more than the anger previously.
Intolerable: guilt.
Lucie's POV: (continued from chapter 14, just after awaking from when Edward left and she'd finished seeing Jasper's past. Still confused?) -Oh, okay, this might help:
What happened last chapter:
But that was not what scared me.
There had been a far greater peril, a distant one, in which I had overheard, halfway between consciousness and Jasper's past. The voices words; what they had said.
I had just remembered the most important thing.
Finally I opened my eyes. But no colour presented itself, there was only darkness, with pale moonlight seeping through, onto where I lay.
I screamed without breath, the sound dying soon after in my throat.
For I was in my room, alone.
And I knew they had left.
***
Darkness engulfed me. I searched blindly, desperate to get away from the nothingness. My body, however, did not want to cooperate, my limbs felt heavy and numb. It felt as if I was running through water, I couldn't move effectively, forever tripping over things, stumbling. I had to escape. But suddenly, my feet were iron anchors, keeping me firmly where I stood, unable to escape from the unknown, unable to move.
Fear escalated through me, utter darkness, complete isolation, and yet I knew I was not alone.
It was then, that I felt it, the cool clammy hands gently pressing against my lips, trying to stifle the scream.
They did not succeed.
I woke up. An ear-splitting scream escaped my dry mouth. Quickly, I fumbled with my hands; stifling the scream, praying that no one had heard me. A looked around, desperate, my heart still beating extra fast. I was convinced someone was going to get me. Sitting up, I noticed that I was dizzy and disorientated and I began to realize that I was shaking all over, my entire frail figure trembling in shock. My breathing was low and ragged, it came in gasps. The tile floor beneath me was cold and hard, yet it seemed to swim beneath me, as if were a liquid not a solid.
I did not where I was, part of me was still ready to run, to scream. To escape from the unknown. Gingerly I stood up and placed my hands on either side of the sink directly in front of me, to steady myself. And slowly, I forced myself to look into the mirror.
I was there all right - same pale complexion (though now admittedly even paler than before) same long blonde hair, now matted and strewn across my face, held there by cold sweat. Finally I stared into my deep, piercing hazel eyes and they gazed back at me, wide with horror, framed by a thick rim of long eyelashes. Wet from tears that had fallen, whilst I had been asleep -if that's what whatever I just experienced was called- leaving faint lines on my pale cheeks.
I stood there, like that for a while. Before finally believing I was alright, that I was still there.
Just a silly dream.
What had happened?
And why was in the bathroom? It occurred to me, that I must be in here. Hence the sink and toilet to my left. But why? Had I slept walked? I couldn't even remember going to bed last night, to my room, to my house, let alone…
But then I remembered everything. Jasper's past once again obscured my vision, the pair of hard arms carrying me, the voice melodic in my ear, just before I had drifted off to sleep, was it a dream?
"You're safe now."
If it was who I thought it was, the melodic voice, the velvet caress, then I knew it must have been a dream. Because the person I wish it had been, hated me. No, correction; hate did not describe the emotion aptly. He must loathe me, despise me for what had happened between us, from what I had caused his family. For I had caused little less of chaos. And the scary thing was, I did not know if I mirrored this emotion, or felt the absolute opposite. All I knew was that the latter was the least realistic of the two.
Someone had taken me home last night, saved me from Jasper. Jasper, who had tried to drink my blood. Who had tried to kill me. Whose past had been the most horrific I had ever encountered. The longest, filled with the years of one who was eternal. Destined not to die; only to kill. The blood. I felt sick again, I wanted to wretch, but did not. Mt stomach alone did not have the energy or strength; much like the rest of my body.
Jasper had tried to kill me. The thought was still reverberating round my head stubbornly, refusing to leave, continuing to haunt me. And yet, I was still not screaming. I just stood there, in front of the mirror, vaguely wondering to how I had arrived here. And then a horrible sensation twisted in my stomach, causing me to gasp in shock. Causing my grip on the sink to falter. Causing my knees to once again go limp, as I felt the air escape out of my lungs. Clouding the surface of the mirror.
Had they left me?
I remembered everything then, the snatches of conversation, the discussions above me.
And I wanted no more than to scream again.
I stood there for another long minute, still half way between falling and standing before pulling myself together. And now screaming was not an option. Because I wanted to slap myself. I would not be weak any longer. What happened with Jasper had proved my lack of strength. I had to fight the sensation gripping my stomach, twisting it whenever I merely thought about the Cullens. And once again, last night flashed before my eyes, and I remembered my pathetic body falling, fainting from Jasper's the weak fainted. I would not do so again. I bit my lip in frustration, only to find myself almost crying out in pain, and noticing the small cut, caused no doubt, from last night. And again, the urge to scream rose within me.
Weak.
I wrenched my hands away from the sink then, they were by far the whitest part of me now, from gripping it so hard. I shot a look towards the window, still aware of my movements. Jagged, restless, still prepared for the oncoming attack.
It was not light outside, and I hated it for being dark. It was not so much the evident fear that made me hate it. I had never been afraid of the dark, that at least, had not changed. One thing that didn't seem to affect me. One thing, that made me less weak. No, it was merely the prospect of waiting for light. I did not want to sleep again.
For when I slept, I knew what would hold me captive. The unknown fear, would once again grip me, and I was scared. Scared that the next time, I wouldn't wake up. That I would loose myself in my dreams, always seeming more real than my actual reality. Though, I did not know why?
Having hands suffocating you, was more realistic than vampires I supposed.
I walked back to my bed, I was still wearing the same clothes that I had worn last night, the dark stain was still across my cream shirt, I lifted up to inspect the wound. It had been cleaned, not re-stitched, but sterilised. I knew Carlisle had done it, only his work was renowned for such perfection. But I wanted to distract my thoughts from this, thinking about him, would only make me remember the rest.
I prodded the mass of purple on my side slightly, carefully, testing it, and despite myself, I smiled. It did not seem to hurt. No longer a searing pain, not even an ache, in fact, I could barely feel it.
Though whether this was a good thing, I did not know.
For right now, I felt the numbness returning. Seeping back into me, filling me once again with despair.
Had they left?
I averted my thoughts from this-like before, mulling over the question would not help the impact of it, and so I changed my thoughts to another path, albeit similar. I wondered who had taken me back. I knew it had not been Edward. I knew he hated me, that much was certain. I could still hear what I thought had been him though. His voice, harmonious against my ear, telling me I was safe. But I knew it could not, had not been, him.
It was probably Alice. She would have insisted on taking the burden for what Jasper had almost done. Though still, I did not blame him. Who could? With his past. His every memory reflecting back to the monster he despised. Himself. Besides, I had seen, felt his remorse afterwards, I had already forgiven Jasper, I would need to mention that to him, knowing how much suffering he'd be going through.
If you ever see them again.
I ignored this thought, knowing how weak it would make me and began to search my room. Where was it? But then I saw the lime green numbers, shining eerily at me from across the room. Huh? That was weird, I noted, as I drew up to my alarm clock. It was showing the time, the correct time, judging by the lack of light shining though, if you could call almost complete darkness light. 2:00am. Great. Just great.
But despite my thoughts, a yawn escaped me, I must have been tireder than I thought. I pulled on some pyjamas, I was glad the pain did not reach me when I roughly undid my jeans, replacing them with soft cotton trousers. But I knew distantly, that this was not a good sign.
Sighing, I climbed into my bed, pulling the covers around me, and then hiding under them like a small child, burying myself in swathes of blanket. Protecting myself from my dreams, from the unknown.
I lied earlier.
I am afraid of the dark.
Because it holds what I fear most: not knowing.
And I simply didn't know if the Cullens had left me.
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Mhmm? And? What did you think? (Okay, so I didn't like it, but I want to know what you think, please review, it'll make this writing malarkey awhll worthwhile!)
Hopefully this fills in a few blanks, the next chapter will be ALL Lucie's POV, Edward's is annoying, so if you don't like it, feel free to state that. But if you do, then say that too! (Ryhmes..dun dun dun…) But, please ask questions if you're confused, and ready to withstand some babbling answer from myself!
So ok, I'm going away from Friday afternoon, until Sunday, and cannot update then, but the next chapter is almost finished anyway, so after I'm back I'll update, so… maybe could I have some reviews to cheer me up after fanfiction deprivation? *not-so-subtle hint, hint* :p
Basically this explains the whole: "We have to leave." bit, (or at least it's meant to) so can you see how Lucie just misheard… OH, and I'd like to point out that Lucie is now under the assumption that A). the Cullens are GONE! And B). Edward hates her. Also: Edward is plagued by guilt from neglecting Bella, Jasper is feeling remorseful for acting so horribly to Lucie (Please don't judge jasper too much, he's not evil, honest! Just learning to tame his inner demons :p) And everyone else, is trying to act normally… *coughcoughtherewillbeLOTSofcontraversynextchaptercoughcough* So yeah, hmms… wonder what'll happen next with all those mixed feelings? ;)
Also, did you notice where Bella ran off to when Edward saved Lucie? Te he!
Thanks so much lovely reviewers, I crave your reviews, like Jasper craves Lucie's blood! Except, maybe not in such a twisted way…
Reviews? Pretty please?
Cookies and Edward flavoured muffins up for grabs? (Yuck? Hang on, lemme rearrange that…)
Cookies and muffins with Edward alongside up for grabs? :p Given to all who review?
Thanks for reading this rather boring chapter! The next is better à mon avis! (in my opinion..)
REVIEW!- remember those cookies, muffins and free Edwards! See how generous I am!
Lily- who has a big supply of treats for those who review- and who apologies, once again, for a very long author's note :p