well, here ya go. :\
R&R please. :D even though this is sad. :( poor Mayze. don't worry. things are different from here on out.
04. Losing Grip: Avril Lavigne
Body trembling, uncertain of what just happened; I was a mess. Cold, dazed, lost.
When I was younger, crying always seemed to be the answer. Now that I'm older, crying seems to be the only option. But, I couldn't do it. I couldn't cry. It was as if my body was in shock, still not believing what was going on.
The sound of a pebble against my window made me jump in surprise, to the point I gasped out-loud and looked over at the window, the same one Jacob had climbed through so many months ago the night that it all started.
Here again, back to that window, someone was about to climb through it the day that it all ended.
Of course, after thinking this, it was natural to find that I was crying by the time I got to the window. Something about this thought seemed to allow the tears.
Emmett surprised me, gazing up at me with a tortured, serious look. My usual, goofy, funny, outgoing, happy older brother looked depressed—completely serious. He looked more than serious and depressed, though. He honestly looked scared too.
"Hurry, Mayzie, come here!" he whispered loudly, gesturing with his hands the same thing. "I don't have much time before Edward finds out I'm here!"
I didn't understand, but being the smart person I am, I decided to jump out of the window. Thankfully, he caught me, but I still got my leg caught up on the windowsill.
"Damn it, Mayze, be careful!" he exclaimed, sounding actually pissed at my clumsiness for the first time ever. He was frustrated. But, before I got to ask, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms before taking off.
He wasn't as fast as Edward, but he was still pretty damn fast.
All of the sudden, he stopped, in what seemed like the middle of nowhere. I wasn't sure where we were going, or what he was doing, but he put me down and let out a frustrated groan.
"Damn it, he's not coming home now!" he moaned, knotting his fingers in his hair. But, then, he turned back to me, now focused. "I don't know what all he told you, but he loves you, Mayzie. Don't ever believe anything else, no matter what he said or anyone else says. This is just some bullshit he's doing to protect you."
"He told me to move on, Em, and get a normal, human boyfriend, husband," I choked out, my voice breaking at just the idea. "He just doesn't get it, does he?"
A half-hearted smile spread across his lips. "Not at all. But, listen, Mayzie, no matter what, know he does love you. You can't move on." His face twisted. "Unless you find someone better . . . a family you love more . . . ." He laughed. "Here, we find ourselves in a Tuck Everlasting situation. If you love him, wait for him. It won't be too awfully long before he comes running back to you, begging you to forgive him and take him back. He may think he can do it, but he can't stay away from you, Mayzie. I know I can't, and I'll probably be back way before him. The point is, just know that he loves you, enough that he's giving you up to protect you." He grinned. "But, once we're all back and you're back in our lives again, I'll change you myself. You will be with us, forever. Know that."
That cheered me up a little, but I still wasn't sure how this was gonna work out. How would I have any fun in life without them? Just like they say I'm the life of their family, they're the life of me. Everything would be so pointless and boring.
He groaned. "I have to go, Mayzie. I love you, baby doll. Be patient for once, please, and be careful." He kissed my forehead softly before taking off in the direction of his house.
Damn it, Em. I have no idea how to get home.
Typical Emmett.
A twig snapped in the distance, just a little bit away from me, as I started to decide which way we had come. It caught my attention, but I dismissed it as a squirrel or something.
When a figure appeared beside me—a dark, slender, bright crimson eyed figure—I realized otherwise.
His lips pressed against my neck as he pulled me against his cold body, making me shiver in fear all over again. "Hello, my dear. I hope you don't mind me crashing your party."
I sucked in a horrified breath. "B-Blade."
"You remember me," he grinned, chuckling darkly under his breath. "How nice. So, you know why I'm here then."
"To . . . to kill me?"
He clamped his hand over my mouth, obviously seeing that I was about to scream for Emmett. Now, he was laughing again, this time much more sinisterly and loudly. "To torture you. Yes, I will kill you, but that, my dear, will be in the future. They're gone, leaving me plenty of time to let the torture settle, to eat you alive. Not only will living without them kill you, but living with what I'm about to do to you will too."
"W-Wh-What are you about t-to do to, to me?" I stuttered out, shaking more violently than I had all day, which is saying a lot, considering how much I've trembled today.
His hand slid up my shirt, creeping under my bra instantly. "Guess."
No . . . not now . . . Edward . . . .
At this point, I was alone in the woods, curled up to a tree with all of the remains of my clothes on. My camisole was tattered, and my underwear? Shreds, as in little pieces. I had on my shorts, but the waistline was on the verge of snapping.
When they found my dead, almost naked, bleeding, bruised remains, what would they think? How would they react? What would they determine as my cause of death?
Charlie . . . Renée . . . Bella . . . .
She would know, and it would kill her. She would think she was right, all along, but she wasn't right, not about my family anyways. Yes, there are bad vampires out there, but there are bad werewolves too—bad humans.
Well, maybe not bad. Just people who do bad things.
Slipping away . . . losing my grip . . . .
A growling sound was the key that allowed me to hold onto consciousness. Slipping away could be the end, but I wasn't completely hopeless. A part of me knew I had to hold on for Edward, but I didn't fully want to do that. My mind was in agony—too confused, too weary—to hold on.
My heart knew it had to, though.
There in front of me was a huge white wolf, with a pair of familiar nuclear blue eyes, eyes I would recognize from a mile away. They were so unique, so beautiful.
Embry.
I was shaking, trembling in fear and pain . . . and because it was just that fucking cold. It had been raining all day long, ever since this morning, when I first got out here, and it was only God knows what time—either midnight or sometime early the next morning.
I couldn't stop myself from violently coughing, sniffling a little as I forced my eyes opened and looked at him. "Embry?"
He nodded his giant head. Of course, he was a wolf right now, so he couldn't talk, but instead, he howled. It was a howl to let the others know something, but in that howl, I heard a deep sorrow, something Embry didn't usually feel.
A part of him seemed to just know I was in pain, all over, so he just laid down beside me and let me pet him, protecting me without actually resting anything on me.
Jacob would show up right about then, eyes blazing—the fire burning in them sparking even brighter when he saw me.
"What the hell did those stupid leeches do to you?" he sneered.
Embry snarled at him, lips curling back to reveal his sharp, ferocious teeth.
"Shut it, Embry," Jake snapped. "Your sick, twisted little buddy-buddy relationship with the Cullens won't save them. They clearly hurt her, which breaks the treaty! They're dead! Where are they, Mayze?"
I didn't know how to answer, didn't know if I could talk really. When I tried to, all I could do was whimper in pain.
Jacob's eyes softened as he realized the extent of my pain. He realized that talk would come at a later day in the far, distant future.
"What . . . what happened to you?"
"Blade," I whispered, a name that sparked that rage in both of their eyes. "He . . . he . . . ." but I couldn't say it. When I tried to, I just burst into tears and found myself shaking even more violently.
"Mayze, calm down," Jacob said softly before pulling me up into his arms. "Let's get you out of this rain and get you taken care of."
Being against his warm, steaming hot body was something I was not gonna protest. All body heat I had was probably gone, so I definitely didn't mind borrowing some of his.
"Damn, Mayze," he murmured. "You're as cold as a fucking bloodsucker."
"Watch it," I hissed, not very threateningly though. Honestly, I was surprised the words even came out, because I didn't think I could talk right now. "They're still my family."
I guess defending the ones I love makes a difference.