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Here's the third Chapter of "Under Her Spell." Sorry it took a while to churn out this chapter, but please be aware that I am trying to get these written as quickly as possible to give you all a good reading experience. As always, please note that I only own my OC's and the plot line; everything else is the property of Ms. Stephenie Meyer.

Chapter 3

The light was so bright that I had to snap my eyes shut, and even then, some of it still filtered through and irritated them. I felt as though I'd been lifted off my chair and was now being suspended in the air by thin little ropes. Then, almost as quickly as the light had come, it faded out, and the thin ropes snapped, making me feel like I was free falling. Fear suddenly gripped my heart. Where am I? And more importantly why the fuck am I falling? I contemplated. Before I could think about it more, I landed with a soft whump!

The pain that said landing caused me to close my eyes even more, and I took in a breath, shocked by it. Why does it smell like…salt…sea salt? And how the hell did it get so windy in here? I opened my eyes, hoping that the ridiculousness of the entire situation was just a figment of my overtired, overworked imagination. As I glanced around, my stomach sank realizing that this ridiculousness was in fact a big reality.

I was currently sitting in sand, with wind whipping my hair around my face. Meanwhile, the smell of sea salt was invading my nose. Where the hell did I end up? I wondered. Not too far from where I was, I could hear the crash of a wave as it collapsed upon itself. A wave? What the--? Almost immediately, a gush of realization hit me and I sprang up from the sand, racing in the direction of the sound. All those years of running after a ball paid off, I guess, I thought as I bounded in the direction of the cliffs, moving at what I thought was an incredible speed. Then, I saw her.

She was as I'd seen her in my vision, completely still, almost as if waiting for a sign, and too soon for my liking, she began to crouch into a diver's position. Suddenly, the déjà vu feeling ran through me and I pumped my legs harder against the sand. I wasn't too far now, and I was determined. That WON'T be her fate, damn it!

"Bella!!! Bella, STOP!" I yelled. For a second, she stood upright, as if she'd been given a shock with lightning. She shook her head vigorously and quickly resumed her position. I suddenly realised that she probably thought I was a figment of her imagination.

"BELLA! BELLA FUCKING SWAN YOU BETTER STEP AWAY FROM THAT DAMN EDGE OR I WILL PERSONALLY KICK THE MERDE OUT OF YOU!" I shouted, now just a few mere feet from her.

As I said those words, she spun around in my direction, right before I slammed into her, sending her to the ground and getting her out of that damn crouch. Quickly, I got off of her and helped her up, while she looked at me in disbelief.

"Bella?" I asked, waving a hand in front of her face. We'd been standing up for a good two minutes and she still looked catatonic and it was scaring me. Then, all at once, she broke from her state and launched herself at me, enveloping me in a hug.

"Oh my God, Evie, what are you doing here?" she said, squeezing me hard. After a moment, she pulled back and looked over me, confused wonder in her eyes. I smirked back at her."I can't believe you're here!" she said, hugging me again, almost breaking my back. Normally, I would've minded the vice-like grip, but the overwhelming joy of knowing that I had saved her blocked all that. I had stopped something that would've destroyed many lives, more importantly hers. When she pulled away from me, I took an opportunity and slapped her across the face.

Her mouth formed into an 'o' from shock. "What the hell was that for?" she said, rubbing her cheek. In response, I let out an incredulous gasp.

"I should do a lot more for what you were about to do, Bella. What the hell were you thinking? And, in answer to your question, I'm obviously saving your reckless butt. So once again, what were you freakin' thinking?"

Bella's eyes watered, and for a moment, she looked like she'd lost her soul again. It took all I had in me to not break down and hug her, and tell her that it would be okay. But the joy that I had felt a moment ago had evaporated, replaced by stone cold anger at Bella. For how stupid she was acting. For how bad she could've been hurt. For what she would've done to Renee, to me, to my mother, and most importantly, to Charlie.

"That's just it. I wasn't thinking. I…"

Before she could continue, a cold voice that sounded like wind chimes interrupted her. "Of course you weren't, Bella. It's what I love about you."

She and I both looked at the intruder at the same time. She was a tall woman who was paler than Death, with red hair and blood red eyes. Once I saw them, they were all I could focus on. I felt Bella's muscles tense, and she began to shake slightly.

"You know," the intruder said. "It's what I was counting on. And then you," she said, directly looking at me. "Had to go and ruin my fun. Oh well…I guess two will be better than one."

"You're not going to touch her," Bella said, trying to control the tremor in her voice, although she was failing miserably.

The woman's face broke out into a cruel smirk. "What are you going to do? You're just a human…a worthless human that cost me my mate. And now, you're going to pay for it. With interest," she added, cocking her head in my direction.

My mind was reeling as I tried to capture the meaning of her words. She had been counting on Bella jumping, had known that she would. She wanted Bella…and now, me, dead. What kind of trouble had Bella gotten herself into? I didn't want to stick around to find out though, so I grabbed Bella and started to run. Ironically enough, she seemed almost reluctant to move, but she did. As we ran (or rather, I ran and dragged Bella with me), I heard the woman's laughter break through the air. Then, all of a sudden, she was in front of us, still laughing. How the hell did she do that? I thought, as amazement and fear coursed through me.

"So amusing," she said, between laughs. "It's so sad that it's amusing. Oh well…I guess the laughter ends now." She began stalking towards us, and I gripped Bella, not sure what to do. The woman was inches away from us, that damn arrogant smirk on her face. Then, right as she was about to grab Bella, a growl ripped through the air. I looked over the redhead's shoulder in the direction of the sound, and sucked in a gasp.

Three wolves the size of horses came racing out to where we were, their teeth bared. The one who was leading the group, a large russet one, dove toward the redhead. Meanwhile, the other two--a silver one and gray one with spots on his back—circled around us. They focused exclusively on the redhead and her movements, before ending up behind Bells and I, although what their intentions were I had no idea. Damn. This day just keeps getting better and better.

It seemed that the redhead knew exactly what the russet one was going to do the moment he did it. Using some acrobatics that seemed like it was straight out of Cirque du Soleil, she flipped backwards, avoiding him. She landed closest to me and the gray wolf, causing him to do the same thing, moving so quickly that he was just a blur. The russet wolf growled again, and pushed us to the side and out of the way, right before he raced forward again. The push caused Bella and I to fall to the side, landing in the sand. A flash of pain shot through me and I looked for its source—a long cut on the side of my arm that had been caused by a broken shell in the sand.

My hiss of pain was quickly masked by three menacing growls. I looked toward the sounds, and saw the wolves shaking their heads in anger. Judging from their expressions, if they could even be called that, the redhead had gotten away. The russet one locked eyes with Bella, who was propping herself up next to me, and all the anger melted away from him. He raced forward and began to nudge her.

It seemed that the other two had a problem with that because the next thing I knew, they were racing over to him, trying to pull him back, growling all the while. Amidst the noise, I heard Bella whisper, "Go…go phase. It's okay, J—" Suddenly, she stopped, seeming to remember I was there. "Go," she said again. This time, the russet wolf obliged and left with the other wolves, leaving Bella and I laid out in the sand.

"Bella," I said, making her turn towards me. "Who the hell did you manage to piss off?"

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