A/N: Thank you so much for your enthusiasm. It really made my day. So I thought I would treat you all with another chapter. I know it's short, but I did it on very short notice. So, please enjoy and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, they belong to Stephenie Meyer. I only own this shiny purple ring.
Chapter 9-Lights Out For Darker Skies
Next thing I know, I'm gasping for breath with what feels like a thousand pounds of pressure on my stomach and chest. A warm, sticky substance was clouding my eyes and filling my mouth. I coughed the goo up, it tasted disgusting. I tried to bring my hand up to clear my eyes, but it was too painful to move.
"Jacob?" I rasped. "Jacob, where are you?"
No one responded. I turned my head, but my eyes were covered in goo. "Jacob?" I called again. All I could hear was the wind as it rattled around me. It sounded like a faint groan, and I could imagine somebody moaning my name, over and over.
I started moving around to see if I could get either of my arms loose, which was a stupid idea since everything started hurting-but I heard something. I kept completely still and I heard it again. It sounded like the clomp of huge feet. It was louder and louder, almost as if it were coming closer. Then I heard something new, a loud howling. It sounded like a wolf calling out to its pack members.
I tried moving around some more, but I heard metal break and something hit me directly in the stomach. Sharp shooting pains started working its way through my body. I bent over in pain, coughing and gasping for air, and everything went black.
OoooooOoooooO
It was as if I'd been thrown out of my body. I knew that I was unconscious, but I could still hear everything around me. I heard people screaming and the screech of metal being scrapped against metal. I heard the sirens of an ambulance faint in the background, but getting louder as it approached.
I could feel everything that was touching my body in any way. My soaking clothes rubbing uncomfortably against my skin; warm, sticky liquid covering my face and slowly dripping into my open mouth. No matter how much I willed my mouth to close I couldn't do it. Almost like I wasn't connected to my body anymore. I was just something inside it, along for the ride. I couldn't feel the pain, though, which was a good thing-not that hot searing pain, or the dull aching pain, or even the pain that made me feel as if I were being stabbed by a thousand dull knives. None of it affected me now.
I could smell everything too-so clearly and sharply. The burning, disgusting smell of blood, rust and salt, which I was trying to forget. The smell of wet air being blown around, passing my face and whipping my blood streaked hair about. The sweet smell of pine trees, which let me know that I was fairly close to the forest.
But the strongest smell, perhaps, was sweet, and cool, and made my mind lose track of everything. It made me think of ice cream on a blaring hot day, or brown sugar being heated for a sauce. This strange scent calmed my nerves and lulled my body into a deeper sleep, an oblivion that I was asking for just so I could pretend that this, whatever it was, wasn't happening to me.
I heard my name being carried by the breeze.
"Bella," it whispered, in a voice so beautiful, and so riddled with pain.
"Bella, no. Please, no."
A/N: So, again this is a little cliff hanger, not as bad as before but it's still there. So please review, and the next chapter will probably be up by next Friday in honor of the release of the movie!
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