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CHAPTER 5
Two weeks since the tragedy. Two weeks of pain, horror, fear, mourning and (most of all) shock. The lives of three young people, who had their whole future ahead of them, lies in rags after being snatched away by the cruel hands of the earth. The shocked Mike Newton stands next to the teary face of Bella swan as the voice of the vicar drones on and he stares upon the three graves of his three best friends. Three deaths. Three gravestones. Three families grieving. But only two bodies.
Mike Pov
HOME AFTER THE FUNERAL 9pm
How did this happen? I don't understand how or why. Why do my best friends lie buried six feet deep? Why wasn't I with them? Why were only two bodi- No. Two of my friends found. I refuse to think of people, who used to bubble with life, as empty shells. I don't understand.
Mike Newton banged his head against his bedroom wall. He had had raging fevers over the last couple of weeks. It was like searing lava was coursing through his veins. It was like he was a volcano ready to erupt at the slightest gesture. After what happened he became prone to bursts of anger and shot up in height to become long and lanky.
"IT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S NOT FAIR. IT! IS! NOT! FAIR!" I screamed as my head continued to ram in to the hard surface and at the pain of my fist being shredded by splinters of a wooden wall.
A sharp, painful tingling broke out across my skin. The tips of a thousand needles viciously stabbing at my flesh.
A howl of pain exploded from my mouth as I found my self staring at the gigantic, black furred paws of a wolf.
Bella Pov
HOME AFTER THE FUNERAL 9pm
I can not believe this is happening. Warm tears slid down my face as I sat on the plum coloured covers and gnawed at the bandages wrapped around my arm. The first burn from the dreams had healed eventually and had been replaced with yet another burn further up the bruised limb.
Poor Eric and Angie.
God knows what's happened to Jess.
They never found her.
Maybe she was eaten by the demons that tore Eric and Angela apart. The 'demons' that were the Cullen family.
My dreams of Jasper. The fact that both Eric and Angela were found drained of blood. It can't be a coincidence. They are vampires. They are killers. I can not let my attraction to Jasper make me forget that.
Taking a deep breath I pulled my self together and made a decision. I was going to La push. I was going to fix this.
I got changed out of the plain black dress that hung droopingly on my form and tried not to curse at the pain of the wounds that were made by the red-eyed, dangerously angelic devil.
Just as I was about to hobble out of the bedroom door the voice of an angel sent a thrill of shock, fear and delight running through me.
"Bella," a golden haired creature whispered hoarsely from the darkness.
JASPER POV
All I could feel was fear, the pain of grief and a sharp tugging at my chest. The tugging wanted to take me somewhere. Those feelings were not mine: they belonged to being on the other end of the string that was attached to my chest.
And something told me that the 'being' was Bella.
"I need to hunt," I said sharply, while interrupting Edward's speech in the process. Edward narrowed his eyes. I could almost feel him rooting around in my brain. Giving him the picture of intense hunger and images of hot, flowing blood I jumped up from my sitting position.
"You need to hunt what, Jasper? A grizzly or an innocent human?"
"Edward, stop being like this. I have already told you that Jasper has nothing to do with the human's deaths. He's new to this diet therefore he needs to hunt more regularly than we do," The voice of my wife chirped anxiously.
I prayed that her visions were being blocked again and that she couldn't see what I was really going to do.
"Alice is right son. She has known Jasper far longer than we have and we should trust her judgement when it comes to this. If Jasper had killed anyone his eyes would be red and we would all know" Carlisle said clearly and calmly.
"Fine. If you want to believe him then believe him. You are all fools." Little Eddie hissed as he stormed out of the room.
Carlisle sighed. While running his hands through his movie star hair the father of the family told me to hunt if that it was I needed.
I gave him a curt nod and tried not to feel too guilty at the feel of Alice's trust in me.
After taking certain measures to make sure that Little Eddie didn't follow me.
I followed the jerking of the string, completely unaware of the foreign scent of the new born vampire that was following my every move.
Finally the pain in my chest stopped and I found myself, just as I had predicted, in front of the swan's residence.
I leaped to the window sill and carefully pried the stiff square of glass open.
Bella looked demented as she tried to stumble out of the door.
Landing soundlessly on Bella's rough wooden floor I felt the burning of my throat flare up and I broke the silence
"Bella?"
UNKNOWN POV
I watched as the vampire ran across the forest floor. His blonde curls whirled in front of his face, wrestling with the force of the wind, and his black eyes focused intently on the path in front of him.
What do we have here? Hmm... Oh! Shiny hair! Shiny, shiny hair! It's very, very gold.
I wonder where he is going. Oh! Squirrel!
Tearing in to the soft flesh of its neck I felt the rush of blood cascade over my tongue.
Yummy! Yummy, yummy, yummy...
I like squirrels.
The vamp forgotten I walked in the opposite direction as I heard a cheery tune ring from my jean pocket. ARGHHH!
This insane contraption again.
I pulled it out and stared at the screen. Words were written across the glass in black ink.
Jess! Wots going on. yr mom and dad wnt tel me wots rong. I hv nt herd frm u in weeks. Wot r u up 2? Call me. Im rlly wrried.
I wonder who this Jess is and why her name is written on this strange device.
The thought was so annoying that I through the metal object in to the trees and walked away.
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