Well hey there. Sorry it took me so long to post this next chapter. I got such insane reviews for the last chapter, I loved it. Everyone was dying trying to figure out what the hell happened. But here is the next installment. I am trying so hard to make this come alive for you. OK, so read one!!!

A/N: There is a brief scene with 'rape'. It's not a full on incident, but I need to warn you all just in case it's a touchy subject.

D/C: I do not own Twilight, nor any of the characters portrayed in the book and/or movie. But I do own a pint of chocolate milk :)

They say that when you're about to die, your life flashes before your eyes.

But what happens when you watch the person who is your life… die?

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, and looking back on it, I wondered if some higher power was playing a sick joke on us, hitting buttons on the remote of life.

The sound of the shovel coming in contact with the dirt. The sound of Patrick's laughter as he won whatever war that was taking place in his mind.

The sounds of Alice's screams.

She came out of the front door and into the rain, a look of complete terror on her face. In slow motion, she flew across the puddles of rain, her eyes trained on where Edward had disappeared. To my right I saw Patrick's attention refocus on the small figure, and his arm rose into the air. The gun caught a ray of light, reflecting it back to me. That one flash was like hitting 'Play'. I flew to my feet and lunged towards Alice.

"No!!" I screamed. My arms wrapped around the moving figure, and as I brought her to the ground, I heard the gun go off. Ten feet behind where Alice had been only two seconds before, the bullet made contact with a tree, shooting bark into the air.

"Let me go!" Alice screamed, scrambling from beneath me, eager to get to where Kaiden continued to shovel dirt on top of Edward.

Edward.

The tears had overcome me, my body a constant vibration of sobs.

"Well, well, well!" Patrick shouted into the night. His eyes were glued to Alice's figure, and I tried so hard to shield her from his eyes. "Looks like Eddie's sister wants to be a part of this shindig." Alice was shaking as violently as me, but I refused to let her run away.

"Please Alice," I whispered into her ear so only she could hear me. "Please don't. Please."

"Edward!" Alice screamed. I knew she had heard my pleas; her legs stopped moving beneath her and her feet stopped digging into the rain soaked ground.

"I'm sorry," I cried. Rain continued to fall onto our cowering forms as Patrick walked closer to us. I could see his knees bend, and he crouched down towards our level.

"It's hard losing a loved one," he preached into the air, "but after a while you get used to the empty feeling." I felt myself let go of Alice and lunge at him. Patrick didn't seem surprised as I rushed at him, and he let me get in one good punch to his chest before he pushed me back to the ground next to Alice. My eyes were blurred with the mixture of tears and rain, and as I tried to gain my footing, I saw that Kaiden had stopped shoveling the dirt and had thrown the shovel to the side. He was done.

Edward was completely submerged in his grave.

"No!" Alice screamed again. I looked at my friend, my best friend, and saw that she looked close to unconsciousness. Alice had grown weak. My strong, exuberant friend had been broken down to her low point.

I thought of Carlisle and Esme, and how broken they would be. I thought of Emmett and Jasper, and how they would feel so guilty about Edward's death. They would blame themselves for everything. Of course everyone would tell them it wasn't their fault, but the feeling of their best friends' death would overcome them until they, too, broke. I thought of Rose and how happy that I was that her father had come to get her. What if she had been there when Patrick and Kaiden showed up? Would she have wanted to hide with us? Maybe she would have held Alice back when she ran out, and maybe they would have been safe. Maybe they would have been able to call for help.

Kaiden walked over to me then, grabbing my upper arm with strength I didn't know he had. I was lifted to my feel and dragged away from Edward. Before I could let my feet move voluntarily I could see Patrick walking to Alice and grinning at her. He was taunting her, and I wanted him dead. How dare he? Alice cringed against Patrick's touch, but could not fight against the strength he used to pick her up and throw her over his shoulder.

We were herded into the house like animals, thrown to the side like a rag doll. My hands sunk into the plush white carpet that covered the living room floor, wishing that somehow I could do something to make it all better.

I knew there was nothing though.

Alice landed next to me, and my right hand inched out until it found hers. I needed contact. I needed to know that she was still there, still alive.

"Alice, I'm so sorry," I whispered. She didn't answer, but squeezed my hand in response.

"Okay, ladies!" Patrick shouted into the house. "Now we get to figure out what to do with you!" Someone's hand sunk into my hair and tugged. I screamed out in pain as I was pulled away from Alice and forced onto my knees.

"Sit up," Kaiden whispered. He let go of my head, but I could feel the searing pain shoot through my scalp.

"Don't you fucking touch me!" I screamed. Patrick laughed at the venom he heard, but Kaiden did not looked pleased. I guess he thought we were going to be submissive now that we were more vulnerable. I had nothing to lose though… he couldn't hurt me.

"Get up!" Kaiden screamed at Alice. He moved like he was going to do the same to her, but I moved so that I was in front of her. I gathered as much hatred that I could muster, throwing it into a glare. I helped Alice to her knees, not letting Kaiden lay a finger on her. She was still crying, and I realized then that I no longer had tears falling from my eyes.

It was because I had to be strong for the two of us.

Yes, I realized. Edward had been strong for us, and now it was my responsibility to make us survive. I had to figure this out.

"What am I going to do with you?" Patrick asked no one in particular. I looked over at him to tell him to go fuck himself, but I saw that he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at Alice.

"Don't touch her," I said. My voice was strong, and I hoped that it shielded the fear that I was feeling.

"Now, don't get all angry with me Bella," Patrick snapped. He tucked the gun into his waistband, freeing his hands to wave into the air. "I have the greatest plan to get rid of you, but now that I have Miss. Alice here, I'm not sure if I should change it up a little."

"We're still… you know, right?" Kaiden asked. He looked so small compared to his leader, and I looked at him in disgust.

"What are you, his follower?" I yelled at him. I still blocked Alice, and I was hoping to distract them for as long as possible. Maybe Alice would snap out of her sorrow for just a moment… to help. Or something.

"Fuck off Bella!" Kaiden screamed at me. "You're the little bitch who rushes off to live with daddy, and completely forget about your old life. Who the hell do you think you are? No one leaves me!"

"Oh shut up." I glanced over at Patrick, surprised that he echoed my thoughts. "Don't look all surprised, you're getting on my nerves." Patrick stared at us all, letting his eyes linger on me.

"Sweet Bella, I'm sorry." I stopped breathing, looking at the man who had ruined everyone's lives.

"Sorry? Sorry!" Really? Who the hell was he kidding! Lightning flashed through the windows, illuminating the crazed looks that covered their faces. The floor was covered with water from the rain, and I wondered briefly if Alice was as cold as I was. The front door was still open, letting in the cold air. The holidays were around the corner, and so was the winter air that would follow.

A crash sounded from the back of the house, and my head swiveled in that direction instinctively. For a second I had the small hope that Charlie had come to rescue us, or that Jasper and Emmett had rushed to our aide. But with sudden realization I thought of Jacob.

"Looks like Jakey is awake!" Patrick cheered. The way his eyes had glazed over caused panic to rush through me. He was delusional about everything, finding something happy in every horrible event. He was crazy. Absolutely crazy.

Patrick walked away from us, almost skipping as he headed down the hallway to what I could only assume to be Jacob. Kaiden stood in front of me, smiling. I sat there on my knees, looking up at him with rage etched into every crevice of my face. I had no idea where it would get me, but it gave me satisfaction to see Kaiden's once confident gaze, waver under my hatred.

"You're going to die," I said. I had no idea where it came from. I almost didn't recognize my voice. But I did know that I knew. Something in me knew that the son of a bitch standing in front of me would die. Kaiden's eyes widened just the smallest bit, and then returned to the slits he had donned.

"So confident, are we?" he spit out. Alice jerked to my left, and I reached out to hold onto her leg, keeping her still. From the corner of my eye I could see that she was still shaking in anger. I was proud of her though, being able to stay at that spot on the ground. But any more lip from Kaiden and Patrick, and she might not be able to keep up the strong façade.

"Yeah, I'm confident," I stated. Kaiden stepped forward, his right hand extending slightly, and I braced myself for the impact of his fist on my face. But before he could hit me, the sound of a struggle drifted into the room.

"Look who's joining the party!" Patrick said as he came into the room. My eyes popped open and I gasped when I saw that he was indeed dragging someone with him.

Jacob.

His police uniform was askew, shirt ripped at the collar. There was a large cut over his left eyebrow, blood caked down the side of his face. Blood dripped from his nose, and even from across the room I could see that it was broken. Jacob looked bad… broken and half unconscious. Big strong Jake, our only hope. Patrick's face was lit up like a Christmas tree, so happy to see the panic on my face.

"Isn't it sad, Bella? To see such a man be torn down by the likes of me?" Patrick shoved Jacob off his arm, and I winced as his body fell to the floor with a loud thud. He was almost completely motionless, besides the slight twitching of his hands.

"Jake," I whispered. No one heard me but Alice, who squeezed my hand just once.

"Heavy son of a bitch," Patrick laughed. His hand was running through his hair, making each blonde strand stand up in different directions. His eyes were dark, and actually looked amused. Jacob stirred on the carpet, groaning in what I could only assume was pain. My eyes flickered to his holster, and I saw that his gun was gone. Something clicked in my head though and I realized that the gun that Patrick used to kill Edward—I flinched at the thought—was Jacob's. Killed with the gun that was supposed to protect us all.

"Patrick, we need to talk," Kaiden suddenly said. I looked over at him and saw that his eyes were glued on me. My chest tightened expectantly and I felt nauseas.

"No time," Patrick muttered, kicking Jacob with the toe of his boot.

"Now!" Kaiden screamed. I jumped at the shout. Patrick shrugged, uninterested, and let Kaiden lead the way into the kitchen.

We were alone.

I turned to Alice quickly and surveyed her appearance. She was on her knees like me, but her eyes were now closed. Her already pale skin looked transparent, and her eyes were puffy and red. I knew for a fact that if she was looking directly at me, I would see bloodshot eyes. What worried me most of all was that she was completely still. She was no longer shaking, no longer making any motion that she was even awake. The only thing I could see was the steady rise and fall of her chest as she continued to breathe. I could hear voices from the other room, hushed as if they didn't want us to hear what they were saying.

"Alice, we have to try and get out of here," I whispered.

"No." My head snapped to the right and I saw that Jacob was staring at me through hooded eyes. "No, Bella. Don't run. Help will come." I shook my head at him. He had no way of knowing this, and I couldn't stand to see anyone else get hurt. I couldn't see any more of the people that I loved, die. Too much blood. Too much everything.

"Alice," I whispered again, turning away from Jacob's motionless form. Just then I heard a loud sound coming from the kitchen, almost as if someone had slammed their hand on the counter.

"What about my half of this bargain!" Kaiden shouted. Another slam, and then nothing. Something in what he said made me wonder, what exactly was he getting out of this? I know he didn't like the fact that I broke up with him when I left, but besides hating Edward for standing up to him, he had no ground for violence. Patrick at least had a psychotic excuse for this.

"Alice, we have to run," I whispered again. I grabbed her arm and shook her slightly. Her eyes opened, and I wanted to cry for her. She looked so defeated.

"Why?" she asked. "Why run, when all they're going to do is chase us down and kill us?"

"You have to run because if we don't they'll kill us." I was grasping at air for a damn reason. "If we don't, then we'll die right here, and everyone will ask why we didn't run, why we didn't fight back. If we run, we'll at least have a chance at seeing our parents again. For you seeing Jasper again." Jasper's name triggered something in Alice, and I saw her eyes flood with tears again.

"He's going to be so pissed," she said. My eyebrows rose in question, but before I could ask anything, Alice leapt off of her knees and grabbed my hand.

"Now," she said. I paused for just a millisecond, and I was on my feet behind her. Hand in hand, we scaled the wall, looking at the kitchen the entire time. I let my eyes trail to Jacob's form, feeling immensely guilty for leaving him behind. But I had to get Alice out of there, we had to run for it. We needed a chance.

Patrick continued to yell at Kaiden, a sore attempt at keeping his voice low. Alice led the way towards the front door, eyeing me carefully as we stepped into the foyer. Being careful of the water that pooled on the tile, I stepped through the door and out into the rain.

"Go!" I whispered loudly to Alice. She nodded and we ran. Faltering near the spot where they had buried Edward, I choked back a scream. My feet tripped over themselves, but Alice pulled me along. Looking at her, I saw that she was staring at the spot just like I was, a look of terror in her eyes. As we pushed past, I glanced once more at the dirt that covered him, and I swore I could see it move.

Dumb, crazy ass Bella. Imagining things.

It was the rain.

"Go!" Alice screamed. I opened my mouth to tell her to be quiet, but I saw that her eyes were now trained behind me. Looking over my shoulder I saw that Patrick was standing in the open doorway, eyes blazing as he glared through the falling rain.

"Run!" I screamed. I pumped my legs, tearing through the brush that lined the Cullen's property. Alice grabbed tighter to my hand, pulling me between two trees.

"We have to hide," she whispered harshly. I nodded, more to myself, and let her pull me through the woods.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" I heard Patrick shout into the woods where he had seen us disappear. My skin was soaked through with rain, a chill running down my spine. My hair was sticking to my face, brown rivers of mess blinding my vision. Mental note: wet jeans stick to your skin like fucking sandpaper.

"Over here," Alice whispered. I let her pull me aside, behind a large bush. I took a deep breath, smelling the familiar fragrance of night blooming jasmine. Such a calming fragrance was now making me dizzy with panic.

The silence was an unspoken agreement, and we were curled into each other, completely still. Alice's breathing was quiet, and it helped calm me to where I was not gasping for air. We slouched in the darkness, blended together in the shadows.

"We know you're out there!" Kaiden shouted. Leaning against the tree at my side, I breathed in the scent of night blooming jasmine and trained my eyes on a tree across the path from us. I would see them coming, I was sure of it. Footsteps made their way away from us, and I squeezed Alice's hands. I didn't want to say it, but we might actually have a chance of hiding until someone came home to look for us.

The seconds stretched on, and I felt the adrenaline in my body start to wear off. Minutes became what felt to be an hour. Time meant nothing anymore. I could feel Alice lean into me, and I knew that we were both tired. I freed one of my hands and rubbed the length of her arm, more out of comfort for both her and I than to keep warm. I concentrated on the sound of rain hitting the leaves and the ground. I ignored the steady river that the rain created on my face, not bothering to wipe away the drops that clouded my eyesight. I just stared at the bark of that tree across the path, and let my hand motion remain steady on her arm.

"Bella, are they gone?" Alice whispered. I shrugged, afraid to use words. She accepted my response and I went back to straining my ears for signals that they were gone.

Just the sound of rain.

"Maybe," I whispered back finally, "but I'm not sure. We should probably make a run fo—" And then the world was ripped from beneath my feet, my arm ripped from the comfort of Alice. My scream sounded through the brush, and Alice's scream echoed mine. Strong arms surrounded me and lifted me into the air. With horror, I watched as Alice leapt for me, but was immediately suppressed by Patrick's arms surrounding her.

"Please, no, please!" I screamed. I kicked and strained beneath Kaiden's touch, hoping he would slip his hold on me. "Kaiden, please, let me go!" He laughed softly in my ear, and I felt a new wave of tears hit my eyes. The thought of freedom was so close, so close I could actually touch it. And almost literally ripped away.

"Bella!" Alice screamed. I turned roughly to my right, watching as Patrick wrapped one arm around Alice's waist and the other around her neck.

"Let her go!" I screamed. It did no good. Within seconds we were back to the house and through the front door. Kaiden threw me onto the tiled floor, and I screamed when Patrick did the same with Alice. My arms immediately pulled me over to her, and I looked over her arms and neck for any wounds that might have been inflicted by Patrick. She looked physically fine, but I realized with doom that the look of terror in her eyes was never going to leave. We would be forty years old, and she would still look scared as hell about everything around her.

Patrick slammed the door behind him, wrenching the lock with too much force.

"You think you can actually run away from me?" he spit out. I pushed my shoes along the ground, trying desperately to pull me and Alice away from his advancing figure. "You think you had a chance?!" Patrick's joking demeanor was gone. His face was contorted in rage, eyes flashing with such hatred and anger. Kaiden stood at his side, looking ecstatic that his sidekick was finally snapping.

What had we done? We should have waited, we should have taken the chance, we should have trusted that Charlie and the others would have gotten to us in time.

"I'm sorry," I started to say, but Patrick reached into his waistband and pulled out the gun that he had stored away. Pointing it directly at me, he didn't' even blink as he turned off the safety.

"You're sorry?" he spat. I couldn't even flinch. Fear immobilized me. The silence stretched for a total of thirteen seconds before Patrick lowered the gun slightly.

"Go ahead, Kaiden." What? My eyes tore away from the barrel of the gun and into the smiling eyes of my ex-boyfriend. What was going on? Kaiden nodded and stepped forward, reaching down to grab my arm. I fought only slightly against him, still very aware of the gun pointed in my general vicinity. Alice's eyes were darting between everyone, as clueless as I was.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked. Patrick lowered the gun even more, and as soon as I was on my feet, he stepped towards me and stopped when his shoes touched mine. His breath was hot and stale in my face, but I stood strong as I faced him, refusing to back away. Kaiden's hand tightened on my arm as Patrick leaned in, glaring at me before his lips touched my ear. I flinched as his words fanned across my skin.

"Kaiden is getting his part of the bargain. Fun. With. You." And just like that, Kaiden was pulling me towards the living room, leaving Alice with Patrick. And just like that, I realized what the bargain was. And just like that, I felt sick all over again.

"No!" I screamed, pulling away from him. But in one swift motion, I was being shoved down on the clean white couch of Esme Cullen, Kaiden standing over me with a glint in his eyes.

"Get the fuck off of me!" I screamed. Kaiden's leg came down and planted itself in between mine, forcing them apart. He reached out with his left hand and wrapped it around my neck, cutting off part of my air supply.

What the hell was happening? I cried to myself. Jacob's motionless body was still on the floor, not making any indication that he heard what was going on. I caught a glimpse of the foyer as Kaiden shifted above me, and I saw that Patrick was advancing on Alice. If he touched a fucking hair on her head… not only would I kill him, but no one would be able to hold Jasper back.

"I've been dreaming of this since the day I met you Bella." I looked up at Kaiden, wrapping my hands around his wrist.

"Of what?" I choked out. "Forcing yourself on me?" Kaiden let out a small laugh and tightened his hold on my neck. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to mine. I bit down on my lip, not letting my mouth open for even a second.

Again, it was like someone was messing with the remote control of life, pressing 'Fast Forward'. Kaiden's hands were everywhere and I didn't know how to push him away. Every time I was able to move my hand to brush his away, it moved to another part of my body. My stomach, my breast, my face, my throat, my thigh.

"Please, stop," I cried. I could hear Alice scream in the distance, and I wanted so badly to run to her rescue.

"Get him away from her!" I yelled. But Kaiden ignored me and wrenched my arm into the air and started laying rough kisses on my skin. I tried as hard as I could to pull my arm away from him, to cover up my shirt that he had torn, to cover my jeans that he had started to unbutton.

"Please," I cried again. Kaiden ignored me though, fiddling with the belt on his jeans. When I heard the metal release its hold on the leather, tears were pouring down my face. This could not happen this way, no, please. As I heard the distinctive sound of Kaiden's zipper lowering, I squeezed my eyes shut and concentrated on Edward. The thought of him, the way his hair would move so carelessly in the breeze. The way he looked at work in his scrubs, and how confident he was. The way he kissed me and touched me and told me he loved me.

"Edward…" I whispered. Kaiden chuckled and pressed himself further into me.

"Edward isn't going to save you now," he growled. I bit my lip again, tasting blood. And just then it was all gone.

Bang!

Kaiden jumped off of me, and I could finally breathe again. I scrambled up, grasping the button on my pants and shoving it together.

"What the hell?" I could hear Patrick yell from somewhere towards the kitchen. I pushed myself away from Kaiden and to the edge of the couch and froze. The front door was wide open, the rain and wind blowing in like a hurricane.

"Oh my God." I didn't even recognize my own voice.

"Get the fuck away from her." Tears came to my eyes as I listened to that voice. The voice that I had thought I would never hear again.

Edward.

"What the fuck," Kaiden gasped. He rushed to buckle his belt, clearly scared to death of the man who had come back from the dead.

Edward stood there, feet shoulder length apart, covered head to toe in mud. His hair was literally everywhere, caked with dirt. His face looked like it had been wiped clean, streaks on his skin from his fingers. His right hand was clenched in a tight fist, his left hand shaking rather violently.

He looked like he had dug himself out of a grave.

"Edward?" I gasped. His once golden eyes were now black as night, shadows against the glare of the still beaming headlights from outside. They shot over to me, and I instinctively shrunk back.

"Bella." Realization dawned in his dark eyes, and he looked almost scared.

"Oh my God," I said again. Edward tore his gaze away from me, looking back at Kaiden.

"Kaiden, Kaiden. No means no." Edward's voice was full of venom, his eyes drilling holes into Kaiden's face. Several things happened then, and I stopped breathing.

Patrick crashed into the living room, dragging Alice behind him.

Alice saw her brother, standing in the doorway, alive as ever, and screamed.

And then Edward raised his right hand. It was still firmly closed in a fist, pointing directly at Kaiden.

"You," Edward said in a soft voice, "have fucked with the wrong people." Edward opened his hand, palm towards the ceiling, revealing two small objects. And just like that, they rose into the air.

Bullets.

Edward's POV

Being pushed into an open grave is probably everyone's worst nightmare. I knew for a fact that I had never thought about it before, but as it's happening to you, you realize how much you want to scream in terror.

And being pushed into my open grave was the worst. Seeing Patrick look down at me and aim a gun caused pure anger and adrenaline to rush through me. I raised my hand last second and pushed energy outwards. The gun went off, but nothing touched me.

The bullets stopped midair. And when Patrick turned his back to me I scooped them up into my hand. It would take a natural disaster to open that hand at this point.

When the dirt was shoveled on top of me, I was shocked to see that not all the dirt made its way to me. I felt like I was covered in a blanket, but still able to breathe. How was this possible?

It took me forever to literally dig my way out of that grave. All the while hearing screams coming from Bella and Alice. All the while thinking of the ways that I could dismember the two assholes who had tried to kill me.

I finally was able to breathe in fresh air, only to hear more screams. When I reached the door, I heard Bella's voice, crying and pleading.

I saw red.

I was pissed.

Pissed enough to kill.

I felt the adrenaline surge through me, causing everything in front of me to blur. I tried the doorknob and saw that it was locked. I reached out my left hand and pictured the metal knob to fly inwards. It slammed open with a crash.

"What the hell?" Patrick's voice drifted my way from the kitchen.

"Oh my God," Bella whispered.

"Get the fuck away from her," I heard myself say. The anger I felt was surging through me, making everything in the house shimmer.

"What the fuck," Kaiden gasped. He was reaching down, fiddling with his belt buckle. My eyes fell on the fact that it was even undone, and I wanted to hang him with the piece of leather.

"Edward?" I heard Bella gasp. I looked over at her and saw her cower in fear. Oh, how I must look to her. I felt guilt overpower the adrenaline and I forced myself to calm down.

"Bella," I breathed. I looked over at Kaiden again and knew exactly what I was going to do.

"Kaiden, Kaiden. No means no," I spat. I raised my right hand in front of me.

"You," I said softly, "have fucked with the wrong people." Opening my fist so that I could see the two bullets that I still had clenched tight, I visualized them in my head. And just like that, they rose in the air and I stared straight at Kaiden.

"Edward!" Bella gasped. I didn't care about the consequences. I didn't care at all. Because he had tried to kill me.

And he touched my Bella.

And just like that, the bullets zoomed through the air and straight at Kaiden. It was almost like I was shooting the actual gun. He flew back from the impact, blood pouring.

Bella screamed. Alice screamed. Patrick laughed.

As Kaiden fell to the floor, his blood staining the pale carpet, I turned to Patrick.

The barrel of Patrick's gun was pointing directly at me.

"Dodge this," he sneered. I didn't hear the shot. I didn't see it coming. But I felt the hot pain tear through my left shoulder.

And I heard the screams.

Falling to my knees, I watched my sister do the same. Her face was torn between happiness that I was alive and fear that I was shot. Patrick raised the gun again, pointing it square at my chest.

"You keep coming back," he whispered. "We need to end this." His finger squeezed the trigger, but all that I heard was a 'click'. The chamber was empty. Patrick looked pissed. Throwing the gun to the side, he shrugged. Grabbing Alice's arm, he dragged her the few feet to where I kneeled.

"Guns are so overrated." My eyes hadn't moved from Alice's. She and I both began to shake. I didn't know what was happening, but I felt weak. So weak. Pain and confusion filled me, and I heard Bella's voice.

"Edward? Alice? What's happening?"

And then Alice screamed… a scream of sorrow and panic.

"No!"

Raising her hands she did the only thing she knew how to do. She grabbed hold of my arm and pushed all of her energy into me. It felt miraculous. It felt like someone had taken a hot fire poker and ran it along my body.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Patrick yelled. He reached out and grabbed hold of Alice's arm, trying to pull her back.

And the hot fire poker turned into lava. I could literally feel the energy triple, flowing into me like she was pouring it down my throat. Opening my eyes wider, I saw that Patrick was falling to his knees. As if all the energy was being transferred from him… to me...

*squeals with excitement!* I am so excited that I am writing this. I hope you all liked it. If not, I am so sorry. But please, review as you leave the page. It makes me happy. I will hopefully be writing the next chapter within the next few days... depends on how late I sleep (it's 7am and I still haven't slept....). Love you all! Ashley