This chapter is dedicated to Arykianna Cullen. Who gave me the VERY important soul name. It's not exactly what you suggested, I changed it a tad, but THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH for the suggestions, keep them coming just in case. REVIEW REVIEW. Oh and I'm TRYING to make my chapters longer…I think their too short. But I'm just trying to like space them out a bit… I don't know. Again I am very very busy. It's just the start of the year and I'm already loaded with homework, plus I have practices every day. Yech.
Last Chapter (Ch.8)
I shrieked as I fell through the air. My hair whirled upwards as I fell, then as quickly as it started I fell to the ground with a sickening "smack". I blinked trying to keep my eyes open, searching for the face that I had missed the most.
"Ian," I whispered. Suddenly the pain took over me and I felt my vision blurring. "Ian." I breathed as everything went black.
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I was floating.
I felt like I was in heaven, flying above the world, everything bubbly. I smiled to myself as I flew higher and higher, toughing the clouds. Suddenly, I began to drop. I started falling toward the ground, twisting and turning I tumbled towards my doom. I did not scream, I did not cry, I was not afraid. The ground grew closer and closer, my death surely nearing. Just as I was about to hit the bottom, just as my tiny little body was going to be crumbled into millions of pieces. I woke up with a start.
I gasped and looked around me. I was inside a tent. A lot like the one I had spent my other night in. I panted as my eyes dropped to the blanket around me. Then I remembered that I was in the single tent, Sunny and Melanie in the other.
It was a dream.
Oh God, I had dreamt it all. Ian, falling, the cliff, everything. It was a dream, and I'm stuck in reality. I never saw Ian, and Ian was not safe. I did not fall off the cliff. Then I felt a sharp pain on my forehead and I reached up and felt a soft bandage wrapped around my head, I dropped my hand and saw that it was filled with dried blood. I inspected my arm and saw it too was covered with dry blood. I was not use to seeing myself like this. We always had Heal and Smooth, so I never had to see my arm in this condition. I sat up slowly, confused.
Maybe I had fallen…maybe Melanie and Sunny found me.
Blaze Of Fire's POV (haha BET YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING)
I stared at her beautiful sleeping face, so calm, so peaceful. Though her face was full of scratches she was still the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her hair so blonde… almost like gold. A tiny smile forming on her delicate lips.
"Beautiful…" Ian agreed with me. (AH HA! Bet you guys didn't see that either!)
I had been in Ian's body for three months I think. The first month a torture, Ian's voice piercing into me. His voice, persuading me to run away. And in the end I did. I ran away from those horrid Seekers. They wanted me to join them, and help them catch the rest of Ian's family. They did not know of Ian… still very much aware inside of me. He did not fade away like I was told he would. He was strong, and persistent. But eventually, we gave into each other. He accepted me, and I accepted
that I can't get rid of him. And now here we are, both of us, starring at the girl of our – his – dreams. This Wanderer, Wanda for short. She was a soul, I remembered. She was like me, but still she loved Ian. Such an amazing bond. Soul and human that was a new one. The way Ian loves this Wanderer is unexplainable, like the taste of water…
She breathed in slowly in and out, dreaming happy dreams. Dreams…
She is in my dreams. All my dreams. Dreams of her and Ian in the caves. Dreams of her musical laughter, dreams of her smiling face. Her beautiful face…
"She is mine." Ian growled at me,
"I know that." I sighed,
"Then stop thinking that!" He snapped,
"I can't help it." I replied quietly.
"Water," Ian said, changing the subject.
"Okay,"
I stood quickly and unzipped the tent; I glanced at Wanda quickly, and then hurried out the door. I rummaged through my bag slowly, looking for water. Finally I found a canteen and walked quickly back towards Wanda. It made me…uneasy not being with her. This is completely ridiculous because she doesn't even love me. I mean sure she loves Ian. I am not Ian. I am in Ian's body. I'm simply an intruder, blocking them from each other. Their so close but Im standing in the way.
"Then why don't you move!" Ian hissed at me, his anger flaring.
"I do not know how." I told him quietly.
I laughed at myself, I was from the fire planet, the most horrifying planet, and here I was, afraid of this human. This human who can't even do anything to me. Ian growled.
"Just get to Wanda." He snapped,
I sighed; I know why he's angry. I can hear his thoughts, so of course I know. He's frustrated… even though he can feel what I feel, and see what I see. It's never him. Hes not the one who can hold Wanderer, to feel her skin under my touch. It is I. I am the only one who can do that… even though it is Ian's hands, it's not Ian using them. I do not like separating them…it hurts me. I don't like the feeling that Ian gets when he can't hold her. I don't like the look in Wanderer's eyes, when she saw the soul inside of Ian. Even worst I did not like her piercing scream as she fell to the ground. Her body so weak, a bloody, lying on the ground. It was certainly not a memory I enjoy.
I unzipped the door slowly, making sure not to wake her. I stepped in quickly and turned to zip it up again. I heard a small gasp from behind me. So I instantly turned.
There sat my Wanderer.
"My Wanderer." Ian reminded me harshly.
"But she is of my kind." I answered,
I felt Ian's anger flare up again, and I shivered in protest.
"Okay! Your Wanderer!" I snapped at him in defeat.
I felt Ian's anger instantly turn into the passionate love that he held for her. I stared into her sparkling eyes, as she did to mine. Suddenly her eyes filled with tears, and her expression mirthful.
"Ian!" She crowed and leaped me. She swung her arms around my neck and buried her face in my chest, sobbing with relief. Her warmth felt so good against my skin, so beautiful….
"How?" She gasped, bringing her gorgeous face to meet mine. Then I saw the realization hit. Her smile turned down, and the tears of joy turned into tears of pain. She saw it. That silver steam in her Ian's eyes. She saw me. I saw her too, I saw the silver gleam, and we are not much different.
"No," She sobbed and instantly let go of me to curl into a ball in the corner.
"I am not your Ian." I said quietly.
I don't like her sadness, it makes my heart swell. She sobbed into her hands, and I longed to hold her, to wrap my arms around her small body…
"Stop it," Ian begged,
"Sorry," I whispered. "I'll try harder."
"Oh Wanderer…" Ian whispered.
We both watched her cry in pain, both of us wanting to hold her. This, is the girl we love.
"I love!" Ian shouted, "You can't love her. You are not meant to be here!"
His words hurt me. Cut through me like a knife.
"I already know that." I said softly, "I don't need a reminder. I do not know how not to be here."
"Oh I can think of a few."
Ian showed me a memory. A memory a year ago.
The Healers were given No Pain, and was lying on their stomach on the metal table.
"Wanda?" Doc asked,
"Do you swear Doc? All of my terms? Do you promise me on your own life?" Wanda answered.
"I do. I will meet all your terms, Wanda. I swear it." Doc said, something ringing in his voice. As if he and Wanda were hiding something.
"Jared?" She asked again,
"Yes, absolutely no killing, ever." He told her.
"Ian?" She asked me. My heart leaping as she said my name.
"I'll protect them with my own life, Wanda." I promised her. I will, I will I will. How I love her so much…
"Jeb?"
"It's my house. Anyone who can't abide by this agreement will have to get out."
She nodded, tears stinging her eyes. I wanted to wipe them away. "Okay, let's get it over with."
Doc cut into the Healer's neck and I saw the silver gleam…
"Now what?" He asked,
"Trace up the back ride. Can you feel that? Feel the shape of the segments. They get smaller towards the anterior section. Okay, at the end you should feel three small…stubby things. Do you feel what I'm talking about?" Wanda said,
"Yes," Doc breathed in amazement. I watched in shock.
"Good," Wanda said as she continued to instruct him, she was so beautiful, she was, not just Melanies body. Those are the anterior antennae. Start there. Now, very gently, roll your finer under the body. Find the line of attachments. Theyll feel tight. Like wires." Doc did as she ordered, his eyes glistening with pure amazement. "Now, rub softly in towards the body. Knead it lightly."
"It's moving," Doc squeaked,
"That's good," Wanda assured him, "It means, you're doing it right. Give it time to retract. Wait till it rolls up a bit, then take it into your hand."
"Okay," He sighed, his voice shaking slightly.
"Give me your hand." Wanda said to me, I gave her my hand and she curled it into a cup.
"Give the soul to Ian-gently please."
Doc slid the silver stream into my hand. My eyes widened as I stared at the glorious soul. So beautiful…so delicate. It was like nothing I have ever seen before.
"It's pretty." I whispered softly, pretty was an understatement.
"I think so too. Let it slide into your tank." Wanda told me, quietly. I held it a while longer, it was just so beautiful. Just like my Wanderer…
I let the soul slowly slide into the coldness of the tank. While Jared shut the lid. Wanda smiled softly, the happiness showing in her beautiful silver gleaming eyes…
I jolted back to reality. I felt the amazement rush through me. This was unbelievable.
"You never told me about this before!" I accused him,
He snorted, "I didn't think it would matter."
Wanderer stared at me, tears falling down her cheek.
"W-who a-are you?" She sobbed,
"I am Blaze of Fire." I told her, then the human instincts caught up with me, "Blaze for short."
She sobbed harder into her hands. Her small body shaking. Hesitantly I pulled her hands away from her face, gently, making sure not to cause her pain. She looked at me painfully as I gently lay my hand upon her cheek. She shut her eyes briefly,
"Ian," She whispered, tears continuing to fall silently down her cheek.
"Tell her I'm here. Tell I love her." Ian urged his voice braking as he watched Wanderer through my eyes.
I thought for a moment…I stared at Wanderer. She was just so beautiful. I love her. I love her, I love her, I love her. And if I told her about Ian, I'd be taken out.
"NO!" Ian yelled, "YOU CANNOT LOVE HER."
I winced,
"But I do," I said quietly, "I lov-"
"NO!" He yelled again, "I love her, you cannot!"
"That doesn't stop me."
His anger was unmanageable. I felt myself losing control.
"NO!" I screamed,
But it was too late. His arms, were now under his control. I was helpless.
"Wanda!" Ian cried as he wrapped his arms around her. She froze, her expression shocked and confused.
"Wha-" Before she could finish she was cut off.
Ian's lips crashed into hers, kissing her with fierce passion. He kissed her, trying to get a reaction out of her, but she did not. Her lips remained unresponsive. He pulled away from her, hurt and confused at her hesitation. I took advantage of his weakness.
Suddenly the hands were mine again, and I had regained full control.
"Wanda…" Ian sobbed.
Wanderer stared at me, tears gathering in her eyes,
"I'm sorry," I apologized, even though it wasn't me. She nodded painfully, and I wondered what is going through her head.
"Tell her I'm here. TELL HER!" Ian demanded.
"No," I snapped, "I will not listen to you."
"Please," Ian sobbed, "Please! I love her…please." His voice was filled with agony, hurt, and betrayal.
"I just…I just can't. You don't understand. I've never felt this way before. I just…I just love her."
Ian did not answer me after that, but I felt his sadness deepening every minute. The pit of my stomach twisting at what I had caused. I looked back a Wanderer, her eyes still swimming with tears, tears I am causing. I know this is wrong… but I just can't.
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Well…that totally depressed me. I bet your thinking "STUPID BLAZE JUST GET THE HELL OUT OF HIM."
Well that's exactly what I'm thinking, but what kind of story would it be if he actually did? Just a heads up, the next chapter will be Wanda's POV of what just happened, a lot shall be revealed! Much more deep! Oh and I just love how Blaze calls her Wanderer xD. It's just hot. Haha Yes I am a retard.
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OH OH and check out my other story Edward's POV of New Moon. Which sadly my poor little fanfictioners I am not continuing. Why? Because I HATE going by a story line that isn't my own. Stephenie Meyer made that, and I'm simply making it from a different POV, I like to twist stuff around. If you haven't noticed, I'm not the type of girl who loves happy endings… but the good news is I'm working on another story. So keep an eye out for it. Here's a summary.
Takes place after new moon, Bella didn't do all the stupid things she did, and she IS falling in love with Jacob. Edwards comes back and begs for forgiveness. AND THE DRAMA STARTS.
Why am I writing this? Simply because all the stories I have read involve Edward begging for forgiveness, then Bella forgiving him like nothing ever happened. Then poor innocent Jake is instantly cut out of the picture. WELL NOT THIS TIME MY FRIENDS. More details to come!
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