Chapter 8: The End of My Fairytale
Six months roll by since that night. So many nightmares have visited me since. The images of her lying on that hospital bed, her big, pregnant, beach ball belly about to burst. Dark rings around her eyes, tubes down her throat, I.V.'s pumping blood into her stressed and tired veins. As the corner of her lips turn upward into a weary smile, blood bubbles are sucked up through the tube in her throat. I've awoken many nights screaming from these dreams.
I sat at the kitchen table, scribbling on a piece of paper, my chin rested on my palm, waiting for Mrs. Ellie Clearwater to come home from grocery shopping. Our wedding went off without a hitch. Alice, Sam, Alex, Tj, Esme and Rosalie were there, not to mention Eng's pack. Carlisle had stayed back with Jasper and Jake to help Ella. Apparently when the first child came out it ripped the womb apart completely., but on top of that, the uterus had tipped. It was a mixture of trying to keep Ella alive and trying to get the stubborn monster's out.
It took 13 hours to get the first one out, 78 to get the second one out completely. Edward showed up, partially because he couldn't take the devious thought of those monsters.
"All they thought about was killing. May was begging me to tell her what they were thinking hoping for something sweet and loving but I couldn't lie to her. They're saying
"'I want to stay in mama and drain her dry of life.' I told her. The moment she heard it tears came to her eyes and I knew I had done the wrong thing. She became so upset that she started to pound on her own stomach to force that last child out. Jake stopped her though." He explained.
I started doodling on the paper again. For our honeymoon Tj had given us pamphlets to a tiny cottage on an island just off the coast of Asia. We had stayed there for a month and since then I have traveled everywhere -thanks to Carlisle's money he was going to use for Ella and Jake to travel with, but that was before she impregnated herself with Aliens- but Ellie enjoyed this little cottage the most.
I sighed and looked down at what I had written on the paper.
The darkness that surrounds me,
The screaming o your family,
Don't you care how they'd miss you?
Don't you know how to let them go?
They'll suck the life from you
Then oh how all of us will lose,
We love you dear, don't you know?
How quickly that emptiness can grow?
I grabbed it an crumbled it up, tossing it in the charred metal trash can by the stove. Someone must have been awfully upset with something to burn it in the trash can. I bounced my leg under the wooden table, looking around the kitchen. Sighing I looked down at the table. There was a long slice taken from it like someone had put a knife through it. I shook my head and kept writing.
I felt victorious when the line went flat,
But the mood around me was depressed, upset
They all rushed around you,
All with hopes to save you,
But only then did I realize how much I loved you.
God I was morbid! What the hell was possessing me to write poems of her? I sighed and pushed that piece of paper off to the side.
What possessed me to write poems of you?
This I'll never know,
I only wanted to keep it true,
But I was buried in the snow.
The purple tone of your skin,
Made my stomach churn,
Caused the restlessness of your kin,
Made me feel this was something that you earned.
The green line told me a lot,
The tears that filled the room,
Those dreams that I had sought,
The darkness that seemed to loom.
The black vines on your flesh,
Your glossy blue eyes,
Held down by heavy mesh,
Tubes drowning out your cries.
The bloody plastic in your throat
Cause the tears welling in my eyes,
Blocking my vision as though smoke,
Oh how I had prayed for lies.
Your beautiful cherry hair,
Lay against you dead,
Hardly seeming vaguely fair,
And how your actions led.
The blood upon your beautiful face,
The sweetest sin of all,
Left in my mouth, a sour taste,
Ripped from your lungs in a screeching pall.
My muscles tension,
Oh why did I have to come?
The cries echoing in unison,
All eyes shedding tears save for some.
Your once goddess cerulean eyes,
That felt like portals to my soul,
Severing and burning all the ties,
And left you weak, left you old.
How thin your small body is now!
Drained away with all your health,
Could lead a human to wonder how?
"it came upon with such stealth!"
What possessed me to write poems of you?
I guess I'll never know,
I just thought to keep it true,
Till you're buried in the snow.
I sat back, rereading it over again. It was good. Morbid but it was good, like, Shakespeare good. Ok well, maybe not Shakespeare or Edgar Allen Po or Robert Frost, hell I didn't even match up to my mom! But I had a reason, I didn't write poetry often. When my mother was alive, before I started to change, her and dad always used to get into little spats.
"All you do is sit around and write!" Dad complained one day after work.
"It's more interesting than baseball." She retuned with a smile. He grabbed the poem she was working on and read it.
"Where the action!" He whined. She laughed and grabbed his arm.
"right here." She laughed and grabbed his arm and with her pen wrote Sue Clearwater's Pet. I smiled t the memory. God I missed them, so much. Sometimes I wanted to call them and tell them I loved them, but I know they wouldn't be there.
Sighing I put the piece of paper in my pocket and headed for the door. I should definitely start spending more time as a wolf. Pushing the screen door open I stepped out into the chilly air. It was supposed to be early winter , but with the damages of global warming it was pretty warm all year round pretty much everywhere. Half of the sane people didn't want to go to Texas anymore or Mexico because let's face it, the heat in Florida got up to 130 before 4pm and millions died from heat stroke, -and probably drown in their own sweat- and in Mexico is was a dry heat.
Grabbing my shirt I pulled it up over my head and pushed my pants and boxers down around my ankles. Taking a deep breath I let the heat rush through me and turned, I wasn't alone though.
Whoa! Who's head am I in? I asked, my eyes flashing up some Japanese school girls skirt. Hello. I smiled.
Seth? A voice I'd never heard before questioned. I cocked a furry wolf brow.
ugh yeah, who is this? I asked, the voice sounded feminine, but at the same time manly, and there was an accent there. Are you Chinese? It must have been one of Eng's pack.
No, how do you not remember me? Vhat a scatter brain. It laughed.
Daemon? Vhat…hmm or was it Aganaki? He laughed.
You are wrongk. I vill tell you my full name. Taylor, James. He teased.
Taylor…James? Tj?! I questioned shocked. He laughed and nodded his head.
Dingk dingk! Ve have a vinner! He boomed.
Why can you speak! I thought you were mute? I pressed.
Yes but I am not talking vith my mouth am I? He reminded. I nodded.
I see. What are you doing here? And why are you speaking like that? He sighed.
I am here gettingk a present for Jessie, and you know how my mozer and I moved here a few years ago?" I nodded. Ve vere livink in Romania. Zat is vhy I talk like zis. I felt my jaw drop.
Dude He laughed.
How are you and Ellie doink? Is she alright? He asked. I could see him sitting on the edge of the road. No one paid attention to him which was odd. He just…sat there and watched as Asian's walked by, some holding bags of groceries, some just talking amongst each other. Maybe they thought he was just a big dog? Possibly seeing how nothing normal in nature can be so big.
We're fine, Ellie's off shopping right now. She's getting big though, pushing seven months pregnant and she's huuuge! he laughed.
Most pregnant vomen get zat vay. He replied. I could feel the smile on his face.
How's Ella? I questioned, feeling odd for asking. He shrugged.
She is alive, I suppose. Still bet rizen zough. She is gettink ugly, zough I do not blame her, she haz been srough some serious pain. He replied. I whimpered.
Oh man, that only makes me feel worse. Can you show me what she looks like now? I asked, sitting in the grass. He nodded. Closing his eyes he started to think about her. I saw her like it was a movie. Her laying in the bed, her body so skinny, almost caving in on itself. Her cheeks were hollow, her arms so skinny you could see all of the bones, and next to her was Jake, looking just as horrible as her. I gasped. Stop! I cried. The image was shut down. How? How long ago was that? I whimpered, crying.
I can't remember, zat vas just ze last time I saw her. Maybe a veek or so ago. He replied, sounding like he didn't really care. Why? Didn't he love Ella too?
Tj? Is it…is it my fault? I whispered. He laughed.
No! It is her fault for datink someone vith such a screwed up genes stream! Nosink is vrong vith you. Or do you mean zat she is like zis? I nodded. He laughed again. No, it is her fault for alloving ze babies to be born. She is ze idiot. He smiled. Oh! But I have to go, I sink I found vat I vas lookink for. I nodded, letting him know he was allowed to leave, then I was alone. The sound of a motor boat in the distance reached my ears. I looked off out to sea and saw that it was Ellie, coming back from grocery shopping. I sighed and shook my head, heading towards the dock where we tied up the boat.
"Hey honey." She called as she slowed the boat down. I sat on the dock, wagging my tail. She laughed. "It's so weird knowing I'm married to a dog." She giggled, turning the boat off. Grabbing the bags she held them up. I walked over and crouched down. Taking a large bungee cord thing she laid it over my back and started to balance out the bags. "So any werewolves close by?" She smiled at me. I whimpered. She stopped and looked at me confused. "What's wrong?" I didn't say anything, and I didn't want to turn back and be crushed by the millions of bags of food she bought either. She just nodded. "I see, I'll wait till we're inside and human before I ask.
Grabbing onto my scruff she pulled herself out of the boat and onto the dock. It didn't hurt, plus, even if it did I wouldn't protest against it, at least I was helping her somehow. Standing up straight she dusted off her long, strapless yellow moo moo summer dress and started for the house. I rushed ahead and pushed the door open, holding it with my leg. She stopped in front of the door.
"Wow, you're being used as a freaking pack mule and you still hold the door open for me. You're the one who invented chivalry, aren't you?" She snickered. I laughed.
I wish. I thought. Walking in she grabbed the door to let me out from in front of it so it would smash into any of the bags. Making my way over to the table I crouched down and backed up out of the bags. Grabbing the cord strap thing in the middle with my teeth I lifted it up and put it on the table, then shifted back.
"Mmm, there's my sexy man." She commented, coming up behind me, giving me a hug. I chuckled as her fingers trailed down my sides.
"I don't think it would be…right to do that to me." I wheezed, feeling the heat from her tongue on my shoulder.
"Why not? Carlisle said we could still have sex even if I was pregnant, it won't hurt the baby at all." She teased, blowing into my ear. I shivered and spun around, wrapping my arms around her -gently. I pressed my lips against hers, my hands finding their usual place on her rump. She moaned and bit my bottom lip.
"We're not…having…sex." I emphasized, then backed away, proceeding to put away the groceries.
"Aww! Why not! You try going 6 months without sex with a sex drive as high as mine." She whined, starting to help me. I laughed.
"You try going 20 years without sex with a sex drive as high as mine." I shot back at her. She stopped and looked at me horrified.
"20 years without booty? Damn boy! How did you survive?" She squeaked. I felt my face turn hot as I cleared my throat.
"I had toys." I muttered. She laughed.
"You had hole toys?" She smiled. My hole body turned hot. God she was embarrassing.
"Jake said it would feel good! So I tried it and well, I used it!" I whined. She broke out into a fit of laughter.
"If Jake told you to stick your thing in a light socket, would you?"
"If he said it felt good!" She laughed harder, tears trickling down her face.
"Wow, I never knew my husband stuck a toy in the exit only hole." She panted. I glared at her.
"Shut up, you do it too." I mumbled.
"I'm a girl, if you do it it's considered being gay." She reminded me.
"Well how come it's different for you when we're all suppose to be equal?" I shot at her. She laughed.
"Because we aren't equal. You have a penis." She turned around and walked into the living room. I sighed and watched her go.
"Why does that work with everything we argue about? Why am I so stupid?
"'Because you have a penis.'" I mocked. "Why do I run fast?
"'Because you have a penis.'
"'Why did the mail man run away?'
"Because you have a big penis.'" I snorted and followed after her. "Why did the chicken cross the road?" I asked.
"Because you have a penis." She replied, sitting on the couch.
"Why does that always work out!" I squealed, sitting next to her.
"Because you have a penis." She giggled. Leaning over she kissed me on the cheek. "And you stick things in your butt." I glared at her.
"I've only done it…uh." I stopped. She smiled.
"How many times?" She pressed, turning to face me.
"no!" I hollered, leaning away.
"no isn't a number, tell me." I sighed. I knew that I had to tell her or else she wouldn't ever let it drop.
"A lot." I replied.
"More than 40?"
"Probably." Her breath stopped. I looked at her. Her cheeks were red and she was smiling. I looked at her worried, until I smelt something very familiar that made my heart race and my face hot.
"Did you like it?" she whispered, sounding breathless. I looked at her terrified.
"Obviously if I did it more than once." I whimpered.
"Did you love it?" She rephrased, her hand on my bare leg, her thumb caressing the inside of my thigh. I closed my eyes. God I felt like the woman of the relationship!
"You want sex…don't you?" I whispered. Her lips pressed against my neck.
"Just answer the question." She whispered, flicking her tongue against my ear. I just sat there, my heart racing.
"Yes." I whispered, breathlessly. "But I love you more." I opened my eyes. She smiled.
"We should have a threesome, me you and one of your other wolf friends." I looked at her like she was deranged and pulled away.
"Eh?" I squeaked. "Why wolf?" I questioned. She laughed.
"Because I love the heat and the way you guys pant and how wild you guys get. Plus I don't think you'd like having smelly vampire in you." She replied. My jaw dropped.
"Whoa! I don't remember me volunteering myself to be the sheath!" I squealed, jumping up off of the couch.
"But you have to, I've never had it from the back and you said you loved sticking things in yours so it makes you the perfect candidate." I snarled and pulled at my hair.
"Oh my god you're crazy! I'm not get bufu'd and that's final!" I hollered, heading towards the kitchen. I stopped at the table, leaning against my fists. Her soft, boney fingers grabbed large healthy handfuls of each cheek and squeezed. I gasped and looked back at her. She was smiling.
"You've had it with one of them haven't you?" She questioned, squeezing harder. I cried out a little, pushing my palms into the wood. "The way you're acting right now, I know you've had it, I can tell." She whispered. "Which one?" I looked at her serious eyes. Was she getting turned on by all of the gay crap that's happened to me? That's absolutely disgusting. And why the hell was I liking my butt being groped like this! I know it was because she was the one doing it to me, it wasn't the act itself, it was the person doing it to me. God I hated feeling like the woman.
"Jake." I squeaked. She let go. I turned around completely and looked at her, pressing my bottom against the table so she couldn't touch it again.
"Jake!" She howled, looking completely excited. "How did that happen?" I could tell she was liking this. God she was sick. I sighed. I figured if I told her everything now and got it done and over with then she wouldn't ever bring it up again…ever!
"It was twenty some odd years ago, the second or third day after meeting Ella we had this late night party at my house, the whole town was invited, we had alcohol and drunk drag racing -us wolves did, not the humans- and Jake won and when he got out of the car, he barfed, went upstairs and went to bed. It was my bed he was in so I went up and curled up next to him, next thing I know his hands on my butt, then our lips are touching, then some other things were touching, then we were more than touching which is related to screaming, then we were panting, then we were telling each other we loved each other, then I fell asleep, then I woke up and my butt hurt, then I went to Ella's, saw her naked, went back to my house, we finished the booze, then we were touching again, then Jake left and I was left to cry there on my bed because my butt hurt you happy now?" I explained it as fast as I could. Her jaw dropped. I was so embarrassed. Story of my life. I got laid by a man before a woman. Well, at least it isn't as bad as Jake's life. He was laid by my sister then a man then Ella.
"That," She started off, then looked down at my lap. I wanted to cover it, but I never covered myself in front of her, I found that as showing weakness. "Was probably the hottest story I'd ever heard! You have to tell me in details!" She barked. I screamed.
"Nothing shames you! I'm disgusting!" I grabbed her shoulders and shook her a little. She shrugged.
"I'm married to a man who runs around naked with other men in the form of giant dogs who are suppose to be humping legs and sniffing crotches. What does that make me?" She asked. I let go and nodded, itching my head.
"Good point." She patted my chest and turned, heading for the bedroom.
"Well, I'm going to take a little nap, don't interrupt me unless you're going to sleep or you want sex." She replied, then shut the door. I sighed and rolled my eyes. Definition of woman: Man's opposite, wants sex and attention, see page 342 for the word sex. Turning I shook my head and headed for the front door. I had to get out of there for a few moments. I sighed and headed towards the trail that Ellie and I had taken up to the top of a mountain. We hadn't been to the top of it yet but we'd gone hiking through it. Reaching the bottom of the trail -of course I slid on the pants I had left carelessly in the front yard of the house- I started to push my way through the thick bushes. I dodged the trees, walking along the path but at the same time, off of the path. I listened carefully to the chirping of the birds in the trees as I came up the pathway.
About fifteen twenty minutes later I came out into a field. I looked around, the sun blinding me. There was a girl in the middle of the field wearing a pair of leather pants and a long shirt, wrapped up in a dark cloak. But who was it?
"Hello puppy." She greeted, a large grin on her face as her flesh sparkled like diamonds. I looked at her confused, trying to put a name with a face, then it hit me as I thought back to when Renesmee was born. That vampire girl who was so desperate to hurt Bella. Jane.
"What are you doing here?" I snarled, my back hunched over a little. I was ready to tear apart my pants to kill her. She shrugged.
"Just wandering around seeing how I can't go back to the Volturi. Oh! And I'm also delivering messages too, but those can wait, they aren't important. First off, how are you? You look really good, you been working out?" She greeted kindly. I stared at her confused then straightened up, still ready to attack her and rip her to shreds.
"Not really." I replied. She nodded.
"You sure? Cause you look really hot. If you didn't smell so bad -and if I wasn't wanting Arro- then I would so take that." She smiled, staring at me through narrow eyes. I shifted, feeling uncomfortable that someone as evil as her was calling me hot.
"Uh, thanks but even if all of those things were true, I still wouldn't let you with me." I replied. Her smile disappeared as she gave me an obviously forced, amused pout.
"awww, why not?" She cooed, sounding seductive.
"Because I'm married and you're a freak." I replied, trying to sound as kind as I could. She laughed.
"Aww, oh yeah! How is she? Ellie, I heard you were going to be a father?" She smiled. I nodded. Was she actually holding out a civil conversation with me? That was weird.
"Ellie's fine, yeah, my baby will be born in a couple more months. I can't wait." I smiled, proud of the fact that I could tell someone and brag about it, even if it was to an insane vampire. She clapped her hands.
"Congratulations! What were you going to name it?" She asked, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"Well we haven't gone in for ultra sounds, and Ellie doesn't want to, she wants the sex to be a surprise, but if it's a girl I want her name to be Layla Marie Clearwater or if it's a boy Ethan Alexander Clearwater." I reported proudly with a smile on my face.
"Oh those are beautiful names! And seeing how you aren't hanging around those reject Cullen's then your kids will end up normal!" She boomed. I laughed.
"Yeah." Wait! I was laughing?
"It might end up retarded like that Alice or a poser like Carlisle or just weak all together like Esme." She boomed, laughing. I chuckled lightly. "Oh but she also might end up a slut like Mayella or Bella, like mother like daughter you know." She winked. I looked at the ground and nodded. "Oh! Which reminds me of my message!" She pulled out a piece of paper and cleared her throat. "Dear Seth, you don't deserve to be happy with any other woman than me. You imprinted on me and no one else therefore I refuse to let you be taken by anyone other than me. Mayella." My heart pounded. A large explosion went off behind me. I whirled around to see a large cloud of flames and red, turning the sky blood red.
"What was that!" I screamed, my heart pounding. I knew what it was, but I was hoping that she would tell me something else.
"I'm sorry, Ella sent me on a mission to take her out using any means necessary." She replied, her face looking grave. I didn't even stay to listen to the rest of what she was saying. I launched myself into the forest, running along the path, tears streaming down my face. I had to get there, maybe I could save her!
I tripped over a log and sent myself spiralling to the ground. I screamed as an abandoned, rusty hunting knife sliced my side open, but I didn't stop moving. Pushing myself to my feet, I ran, until I reached the opening. The house was gone. The remains burning…smoldering. My heart stopped. My wife…my baby. Gone. I fell to my knees, the tears gushing down my face. I didn't even know how hard I was crying until I felt my lungs cramp up.
"I'm sorry Seth." Jane whispered behind me. I whirled around and slashed at her. She jumped back.
"You! You did this to Ellie!" I snarled, running after her. She glared at me. A sharp pain ruptured through my body, sending me falling to my knees screaming.
"Don't be angry with me Seth, I'm only obeying orders." She growled. That was right that letter by Ella. But it didn't seem like her. She stopped.
"Give…me…the…letter." I wheezed, holding my hand out. She grabbed the paper and slapped it in my hand. I opened it up and looked inside. It was her writing alright, her writing, and her smell. Cullen and death. My arms shook. I couldn't believe it! She was so narcissistic that she got her worse enemy to kill off Ellie? "What did she bribe you with?" I growled, the anger rushing through me.
"Well, she left Arro on good terms, she said that she'd talk to him and get me back on his good side." She smiled. I gasped.
"You…all of this was over a guy?!" I screeched. I forced myself to my feet and rushed at her. She disappeared. I whirled around. I had never been so angry in my life. "I'll kill you!" I screamed. I ran for the edge of the ocean, the smell of burning flesh reaching my senses. I was going to make her pay for that little deal she made with Jane, and then I was going to kill the rest of her family and friends for making her live.
